Rebirth Dominator

"In 2018 AD, on the twenty-fifth day of the fourth lunar month, the Three Goats Temple on Huangyang Mountain..."

"The first sacrifice to the ancestor of the Sanyang Temple, Chong Yunzi, the psychic Miaozhen Daoist Qinghua, the next sacrifice..."

Amidst a piece of classical vocal music, the ceremony presided over by the temple master finally kicked off. It can be seen that there are hundreds of Taoist priests presiding over the ceremony. Needless to say, those who maintain order, except for the Sanyang temple, Many people were transferred from other Taoist temples.

The entire Huangyang Mountain is crowded with people, and the temple is full of melon-eating people who came to watch the ceremony and come here admiringly. From the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there are people everywhere, and even in hidden places, people from the abnormal investigation team were seen lurking Among the crowd, they looked around, expecting what they expected.

At this moment, all Taoist priests in Sanyang Temple were also very excited. Amidst the incense and smoke, everyone knelt down on the ground and invited a statue of several meters high to the altar of the main hall.

It was a Taoist dressed in white, holding a long sword behind his back, and holding a spirit tree in his hand. He looked at the audience indifferently, and vividly reproduced the demeanor of the gods above the clouds.

Lin Housheng, the owner of Sanyang Temple, is now in his sixties. At this age, he has reached the end of his life. The more this time, his desire to pursue Taoist legends and immortals becomes more intense, especially When he saw such a legendary and mythical existence with his own eyes, it appeared in front of his eyes.

Decades of devotion, faith, and doubt intertwined, instantly precipitated and turned into complete belief.

He looked at the statue of the patriarch on the stage, his face was full of fanaticism, he knelt down and chanted the name of the patriarch reverently.

The ceremony was held for three days and three nights. At such an advanced age, Lin Housheng, the master of Sanyang Temple, knelt down under the statue of the patriarch and prayed devoutly throughout the whole process. Even his apprentices and disciples could not persist in such austerities, but Lin Housheng But stubbornly persisted.

On the first day of the ancestor worship ceremony of the Sanyang Temple, there were a lot of people at the foot of the mountain. Many people stood under the sun for a day, but they still didn’t see any so-called miracles of immortals. Most of them dispersed on the second day.

On the third day, it became scattered and there were not many people left.

In the main hall, cloud patterns are carved on the red pillars, dragons and phoenixes are auspicious on the wooden windows, and the statue of the patriarch is juxtaposed with many immortals and Buddhas, even placed in the very center.

At night, the blue lights were in a trance, and the god statue reflected a blurred and elongated shadow under the dim light. Lin Housheng led his disciples to wear gorgeous Taoist robes that were completely different from the usual plain clothes.

Lin Housheng is wearing a cassock with various Taoist auspicious patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads. The sun, moon, stars, gossip and auspicious clouds set off each other. In addition, Lin Housheng's full head of white hair and long white beard makes him look immortal floating in the air.

But at this moment, Lin Housheng, the master of the temple, looked pale. If it weren't for his belief and firm belief in the patriarch, he might not have been able to persist.

In a trance, Lin Housheng, the master of the temple, suddenly had ripples in front of his eyes, and only saw the statue of the patriarch in front of him, which was shining brightly, and the white light illuminated the whole room, like a holy place in a fairyland.

Lin Housheng, the master of the temple, who was pierced by the light, couldn't even open his eyes, and turned his head desperately to cover his own eyes.

But as he opened his eyes, he saw a whirl of heaven and earth, the whole world turned upside down, and the sky and the earth changed color accordingly. He seemed to fall from the endless void, and the clouds and strong wind passed by him, whistling. ring.

"Ah!" The strong sense of weightlessness made Lin Housheng yell in fright, even the Taoist crown on his head was scattered, and all the gray hair was scattered.

When he fell to the bottom, he felt as if something was holding him up. The dizziness made him lose his way, and it took him a while to get up from the ground.

When he stood up, he looked around, only to see that he was no longer in the Taoist temple, but in front of a huge fairy mountain palace. The huge palace and the fairy mountain at his feet soared into the clouds, as if floating in the clouds.

In the distance is an endless ocean, and he is standing in front of a ladder to heaven, looking up at the fairy palace and pavilions, clouds and mists drifting past his feet, and the breeze under the cold moon sweeping over his face, everything is so real, When the cloud and mist passed through his body, it seemed to soothe his heart, and his whole soul became pure and transparent.

Shock and surprise flooded his face, he tremblingly took his steps, trembling all over, walked forward recklessly.

Step by step, he walked up the stairs, walked up to the huge square, and looked up at the huge square gate in front of the fairy palace.

"Qinghua Palace!"

The gate of the Immortal Palace opened heavily, and the strong wind swept over his body, pulling him through the square paved with white jade, spinning and flying over the golden and jade-like hall, crossing the antique corridors, and overlapping painted paper doors passed by. Beside him, finally reached the cliff behind the palace.

I only saw two figures sitting cross-legged under a sacred tree with white leaves and full of fairy fruits. Sitting solemnly inside, the sacred tree full of fairy fruits glowed with divine light.

The cold moon is in the sky, Jianfeng Xianshan.

On the edge of the cliff surrounded by clouds and mist, two immortals under the fairy tree are playing chess. The fairy tree exudes aura, like a fluorescent river flowing around it. superior.

A person with silver hair and childlike face, wearing a moon-white robe, is exactly what Lin Housheng thought was the founder of Sanyang Guan, Chongyunzi.

One person looks like an eight or nine-year-old girl, but her face is indifferent and cold, like a fairy in the clouds. She is wearing gorgeous neon clothes and feather clothes. The clothes are as thin as onion wings. Automatically when there is no wind under the moon.

The two of them just sat there, and their bodies involuntarily radiated a faint light. Compared to the mountains and the sea, they were like dazzling stars, dancing with the silver moon.

Black and white are distinct inside the chessboard, but when you look closely, you can feel that the interior is like a galaxy, and every chess piece falls like a star swaying and falling.

When Lin Housheng saw the patriarch at this moment, tears filled his eyes with excitement, and the veins on his neck burst out, as if his decades of faith had finally been recognized.

Kneeling down in front of the two of them at once: "Disciple Qingyun, the seventy-second generation master of the Sanyang Temple, commonly known as Lin Housheng, pays homage to Patriarch Chongyunzi!"

But when he raised his head, he only saw the two of them still playing chess under the moon as if they were ignoring him. Lin Housheng knelt down again, kowtowed three times and nine times.

"Disciple Qingyun, the seventy-second generation master of Sanyang Temple, commonly known as Lin Housheng, pays homage to Patriarch Chongyunzi!"

He still didn't get any response. The two immortals seemed to be intoxicated in the game at the moment, so they didn't care about the words and desires of an ordinary person like him.

Lin Housheng crawled step by step, knelt down step by step, until he was lying under the feet of the patriarch Chong Yunzi, and lying under the fairy tree.

"Master Patriarch! Master Patriarch! This disciple came here devoutly, seeking the Dharma wholeheartedly!" Lin Housheng stepped forward, his whole body became more excited, his body trembled like chaff, and his voice trembled hoarsely.

"Please... please... the patriarch reopens the fairy gate and guides me into the gate of the fairy way!" Lin Housheng prostrated himself under the fairy tree, weeping, knocking his head on the stone under his feet, his voice sobbing up.

"Disciple... I have been devoted to Taoism for more than 60 years. I entered Taoism at a young age and sincerely pursued the road of longevity. I have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to seek but can't get it. Today I sincerely pray to my ancestors to pass on the Dharma and give me the great law of longevity!" Lin Housheng crawled The voice of saying these words on the ground seemed to be bloody, and the saliva was spattering from between the teeth continuously.

No matter how much he confided and shouted, Patriarch Chong Yunzi never moved his eyes to look at him. Those eyes contained the stars, the sun, the moon, and the great way of heaven and earth, but they did not include him.

When he raised his head again, he saw that the two immortals under the tree had dispersed with the wind, turning into smoke and disappearing into the air.

The chessboard swirled like a river of stars, devouring all the pieces, leaving only three white pieces on it, which turned into three blue pills.

"Master Patriarch! Master Patriarch!" Lin Housheng stood up excitedly and kept looking around, looking for the figure of Master Patriarch Chong Yunzi, but he still didn't get any response.

The scene just now was like an unreal dream in his imagination, with a light poke, it instantly turned into bubbles and annihilated!

"How could this happen! How could this be happening!" Lin Housheng shouted at a loss, and said desolately while standing under the fairy tree emitting the light of the fairy.

After a long time, he lost his mind and noticed the chessboard.

He gently picked up the three green elixirs left on the chessboard. The elixirs exuded a faint aura. They didn't look like elixirs, but instead looked like three beautiful jade stones.

When he picked up the elixir, he saw a line of vertical characters appeared on the chessboard, flowing like dew, and condensing like clouds.

"The time has not come!"

The sky spun and the sea of ​​clouds changed color. In an instant, Lin Housheng opened his eyes. At this moment, he realized that he was still sitting in the main hall of Sanyang Temple. Everything just now was like an illusory and ethereal dream. Fantasy beneath longing and exhaustion.

But at this moment when he let go of his hand, he saw three green pills in the old man's palm.