Su Ming walked on the earth with two followers.

"Xianqin is located in BZ, where the people have enough food and clothing, so Xianqin is called the country of Tianfu, but I don't know whether it is true or false."

Both followers were talking.

They were born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Although they were not rich and noble families, they relied on relationships to be close to a high-ranking official in the palace. They had no worries about food and drink on weekdays and married two beautiful wives, which were a true winner in life.

No matter how good Xianqin is, how good can it be?

"Xianqin was founded by the Fusu Prince of Qin."

"Young Master Fusu is kind-hearted and always thinks that the sufferings of the world are not the same. This time, I will definitely help me in the Tang Dynasty."

Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back and muttered to himself.

Looking into the distance, you can see the beautiful rivers and mountains.

Different positions and different visions.

Just like the follower next to Su Ming, he only thought about how rich his life there, and his wife at home was waiting for him to go back to warm the bed.

But what Su Ming thought of was the founder of Xian Qin.

"I just don't know, countless years have passed, and the fairy Qin is still as simple as when Fusu was founded?"

Although Prince Fusu changed his name and called himself Qin Su, later historians often mixed the two names when they were recorded.

Several people were talking and changing to the fast horse at the post station, and unknowingly arrived at the border of Xianqin.

"If you are a person from another country, please prepare a pass certificate."

At the gate of the city, there were guards shouting.

When Su Ming's two followers heard this, they were very conscious and took out the pass certificate from the cloth bag.

"This place is full of mountains and ridges, and it is inconvenient to enter and exit. Is it really as rich as the legendary one?"

The two followers couldn't help but feel confused when they looked at the green mountains around them.

"When you enter the city, you will know that there is another world."

Su Ming smiled without saying a word. After completing the customs clearance procedures, he went straight into the city.

Since his pass-through certificate was also attached with a letter written by Emperor Taizong of Tang, the soldiers guarding the pass did not dare to neglect him and quickly invited him to the inn outside the capital.

Su Ming's two followers wandered around the city as if they had never seen the world.

"I didn't expect that the mountains and ridges outside were like the water town in the south of the Yangtze River!"

The two of them were amazed and sighed that they were such a magical craftsmanship.

Before they knew it, they walked to a grand mountain.

"By Shuidujiangyan and ask about Qingcheng Mountain."

The two followers paused and read the couplet on the mountain gate.

"This is what the master said, Qingcheng Mountain, the Taoist holy land?"

The two followers were itchy, so they bowed to the mountain gate and climbed up the steps.

Sometimes high apes roar and sometimes birds sing.

The melodious and sarcastic contrasts with each other, giving people a very wonderful feeling.

You can also encounter many Taoist priests carrying water on the stone roads up and down.

"In the past, Wen Shizhenren wrote nine volumes of "Wen Shi Sutra" and deduced the breathing method to the fifth level ladder."

"In later generations, many Taoist powerful men continued to work hard to further deduce the breathing method."

"For example, after Zhang Liang failed to assist Liu Bang, he devoted himself to practicing Taoism in Baiyun Mountain without caring about the world, and eventually took the breathing method to the seventh level of the ladder."

"For example, Senior Ge Hong spent his whole life writing "Baopuzi", constantly improving it based on his predecessors, and deducing the breathing method to the tenth level ladder."

"But after the tenth level ladder, no one in the world can deduce the breathing method half a step forward."

In the audience, many young Taoist priests with a deep face were listening to the view and advocating the story of breathing.

Zhang Daoling looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

After deducing the breathing method to level 10, it has not made any progress for a long time.

Every time the person who promotes the progress of breathing methods is a stunning and stunning figure like Wen Shi Zhenren, Zhang Liang and Ge Hong.

When will such a person appear in this world?

Will such a person appear among a group of little Taoists under the altar?

"Today, my Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple invites many strong people to come here to refer to the stone tablet without words. You can go and learn from it."

Zhang Daoling said to everyone again.

Not long ago, a stone tablet without words fell from the sky and fell to the center of the courtyard of Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple.

Even if he has the most powerful magic power and has practiced to the ninth level of heaven, he cannot shake the stone tablet at all.

This surprised and delighted Zhang Daoling.

Perhaps, this is an opportunity.

An opportunity to deduce the breathing method forward.

So he invited many strong people to come here to understand, wanting to try and whether he can gain some insight.

In order to solve the secret of the wordless stone tablet, Zhang Daoling no longer cared about the distinction between sects.

He not only invited Taoist powers, but also invited Buddhist powers, Confucianism, Mohism, Yin-Yang, and farmers.

The strong Buddhists include Master Xuanzang, who has become famous in recent days.

This is also the one Zhang Daoling has high hopes for.

"It is said that Master Xuanzang retrieved the true scriptures from 100,000 mountains, and the Buddha's light shone for thousands of miles, and he got a great opportunity."

"If he could break this wordless stone tablet, that would be great!"

Just as he was expecting it in his heart, a young Taoist priest shouted at the mountain gate: "Master Xuanzang is here!"

Zhang Daoling was delighted, followed by another sound.

"Yin and Yang family insects arrive, arrive!"

"The tenth generation giant of the Mohist family, here!"

"The peasant master, Huang Chao, here!"

"The head of the doctor, Li Shizhen, is here!"

...

Those who come here to comprehend the stone tablet without words are all giants.

The followers who accidentally sneaked here beside Su Ming were stunned.

When have they seen so many strong men?

This time I followed Su Ming, which was a big eye and saw the world.

"Please take your seat."

Zhang Daoling called everyone to sit down and ordered the little Taoist priest to serve the tea.

"I heard that there is a stone tablet from the sky in Guiguan?"

"What's so magical about this stone tablet?"

The person who spoke was Huang Chao, the leader of the farmer family.

He didn't beat around the bush and asked casually.

"It's just that I can't see any abnormality, so I'll ask you to study together."

As soon as Zhang Daoling finished speaking, he heard a calm voice coming out.

"I look at this stone tablet and the Taoist rhyme is immeasurable. Even if the Buddha comes in person, he will not be able to understand it."

Jin Chanzi spoke.

"What should I do?"

Zhang Daoling suddenly became anxious.

The breathing method has not moved forward for hundreds of years. As the master of Qingcheng Mountain, one of the Taoist holy places, can he not be anxious?

Just now, when he heard Master Xuanzang say that the wordless stone tablet was full of rhyme, he became excited in an instant.

But in the second half of the sentence, it is said that even the Buddha cannot understand it. Isn’t it that there is nothing to guard the treasure mountain?

"Maybe, my master can solve this stone tablet without words."

At this time, the two followers around Su Ming spoke.

They walked along the way and saw that Xianqin was rich and rich, and they had some thoughts on comparing it.
To be continued...