Yu Sha

So close to the end of the world!

As the buzzing and trembling sound of the "Jade Album" reached a certain extreme, and as the jade light continued to shine, almost instantly, Uncle Shang's face, which had changed again and again in a few short breaths, suddenly changed again and again. Startled.

The majestic aura he revealed had reached the vicinity of "Jade Book" almost instantly. There was really only a tiny distance between them. When the aura was connected, it was time to take a step out of the barrier. It's time to try to register your name in the "Jade Book"!

But at this moment, something unexpected happened!

At first glance, the jade light seems to be far weaker and more delicate than any hazy mist.

But just like this falling jade light, in an instant, it taught Uncle Shang that the majestic Qi rising into the sky could no longer touch the "Jade Book" in the slightest.

It seems to follow some sort of first-come, first-served order.

It also seemed to be a response to Uncle Shang's excessive reluctance.

But such changes are still not the end.

As the "Jade Book" reaches the ultimate state of buzzing and trembling for a long time, the same increasingly intense jade light shines from it. When I look at it again, as the "Jade Book" changes from virtual to real, gradually, The hazy spiritual charm gathered in the clear jade light, and gradually the same misty illusion emerged.

Everything follows the same process of change as it did with Shiquan Mountain and the "Jade Book" earlier.

At first, it was just a hazy outline. Gradually, the outline itself was filled with aura, and it began to become clear little by little.

It was clearly just a momentary change, but whoever looked into it would only feel that it was a slow change over a very long time.

But change must eventually come to an end.

Gradually, a clear illusion emerged from the hazy outline, showing the figure of a person sitting in front of the desk. And as the hazy illusion expanded, most of the figure gradually followed. The clear jade light was covered by mist and haze.

The picture that was originally extremely clear has become hazy and blurry due to this.

It's as if the energy of Tao and Dharma is acting on the fuzzy part in the air.

But anyone can see in that momentary change the large spiritual talisman paper spread out on the desk, as well as the writing brush dipped in spiritual ink held in the Taoist's hand.

Chu Weiyang.

Even at this time, the "Jade Book"'s space-distance sensing hole light made everything related to the essence of Taoism become hazy and blurred.

Perhaps it is because Chu Weiyang practices the true form and has a wonderful body and mind, the hole photo in the "Jade Book" even hides the angle at which Chu Weiyang is facing directly, only revealing a sliver of light. From the side angle, people can vaguely see Chu Weiyang's temples, the outline of his face and his cheeks.

But these alone were enough for the cultivators to clearly recognize Chu Weiyang's figure.

During this period of time, Chu Weiyang has done too many good things one after another.

All the great golden elixir monks from all the sects in the outer sea have truly reached the point where they have never known Chu Weiyang!

And in the next moment, maybe he didn't know that what he did was actually sensed by the "Jade Book", and reflected in the suspended world in this way.

Chu Weiyang's hand holding the brush rose and fell again, and there was a clear voice of emotion.

“Collect what you have learned and put it into writing, then it will become a classic…”

The moment the words fell, all the great monks in the Golden Core realm suddenly realized what Chu Weiyang was doing at the moment.

In an instant, Zhu Xiu suppressed the changes in emotions on his face almost as if instinctively.

With a solemn attitude that was almost as if they were observing a ceremony, they all stood at attention with their hands down. At this moment, there seemed to be no distinction between good and evil between Xuanyuan and Dao. Before the eyes of the cultivators, they could only see the interpretation of Taoism over time. Among them, another complete high-level and wonderful method is about to be compiled into scriptures and canons at this moment.

Even if all they could see at this time was Chu Weiyang's hazy phantom.

The next moment, when Chu Weiyang's pen fell, covered by the hazy mist, it actually landed on the talisman paper.

boom--!

Just when the extremely fine brush tip and the spiritual talisman paper rubbed against each other in an extremely soft manner under the blending of spiritual ink, in an instant, real thunder exploded from the thick and rolling dark clouds!

At that flashing moment, it was clear that the sky, which had been covered by dark clouds for a long time, was so gray that one could not tell the difference between day and night, and suddenly it was so bright that it seemed like the venomous sunlight at noon!

At this moment, it was not one thunder, two thunder, or three thunder, but an extremely dense thunder net, running through the north and south, crisscrossing the east and west, sprouting from all edges of the boundless sea of ​​thunder, rolling towards the inside. .

At the same time, it originated from Yunhai Tianyuan and spread in all directions. Between the intertwining, more fine thunderbolts suddenly burst out and branched into branches.

In an instant, such thunders intertwined with each other, running through the endless thick dark clouds, forming an airtight thunder network.

Immediately afterwards, the continuous roaring sounds of thunder spread throughout the world one after another.

And this roaring sound did not last long.

Just a few breaths later, the wind and rain that had been silenced in the sky due to Uncle Shang's teachings and the interweaving and resonance of various Qi cultivation machines suddenly suddenly crashed into the present world with thunder at this moment!

Swish—swish—swish—

At this flashing moment, there is the sound of the soft grinding of the brush against the paper, the continuous roar of the thunder net, the sound of the whimpering wind, and the sound of the pouring rain.

Everything is gathered here.

The majestic momentum of all the majestic celestial phenomena seemed to be gathering and condensing in the end, and finally merged completely into the soft friction sound of the pen edge and the paper.

The pen falls in the storm, and the poem turns into weeping ghosts and gods!

It seemed that all the phenomena in the world at this moment were footnotes for Chu Weiyang's every move.

It's like the thundering storm and clouds all over the sky, and all the natural sounds are the origin of the iron painted silver hook.

And at the same time, when the fine sound of the brush strokes caused all the images of heaven and earth, and when all these images of heaven and earth were attributed to the brush strokes, then all the phonology itself, at this moment, also Completely became the real Huanghuang Daoyin.

The sound is no longer the friction between the pen and the paper, but the sound of Tao and Dharma rubbing against each other.

And in such a grinding sound, it is precisely because of the cultivators holding their breath and concentrating at this time.

With the movement of one person, I can hear the sounds of nature, and then I can take apart the swaying sounds of nature and fall into my mind. I can hear the vague voices of men, women, old and young in the dark, as if they are isolated from the vast world. It also seems to be transmitted through the years.

"I don't make the sound of yin and yang, and my big voice cannot be summoned, so I drum it with thunder and use my voice to summon qi..."

"The Taoist enters with sincerity, maintains it with silence, and uses it with gentleness. Use sincerity to resemble foolishness, use silence to resemble indifference, and use gentleness to resemble clumsiness..."

"..."

When I listened carefully, I found that the bright and vague sound was intermittent, fragmented, and scattered.

But every time, there are mysterious and precious words, which seem to come from the iron painting and silver hook, from the wind, rain and thunder, and also seem to come from the sound of my own heart.

Together with this, when the different monks listened quietly, they all seemed to have some enlightenment. From the vague pronunciation of the words, they listened to the mysterious words that pointed directly to their own Taoism.

It was the vague sounds of men, women, old and young that once again overlapped with the brilliant sounds of nature.

The sound gradually became more extraordinary and less human, like a ghost suing, and the wind and rain were frightening.

As Old Taoist Fu Mei heard at this time——

"Thunder is an order, a message from heaven and earth, a movement of yin and yang..."

"Everything is thunder. Even if the yin and yang are stirred up, it is also stirred up by gods and men. When thunder roars, rain falls..."

"..."

As Elder Zong heard at this time——

"The burying thing is to hide and take advantage of the vitality. The energy of yin and yang swells and becomes wind, rises and becomes clouds, falls and becomes rain, and travels to the earth, which is called vitality..."

"Qi will disperse when it rides on the wind, and it will stop when it disperses around water..."

"..."

There are also seal scripts, talismans, and arrays such as Dan Dao, Sword Dao, and Qi Dao, as well as all the subtle Dao methods. They are included in the three pictures of "Dao Zhou", "Dao Heng", and "Dao Tong". Yin and Yang and the Five Elements are all included. Everything is included and everyone can hear it.

And even if there are those who practice too strangely in practice, they can already be immersed in their minds, and all they listen to are the natural sounds and rhythms of heaven and earth, the images of true forms, and the essence of returning to truth.

During the intoxication, you feel leisurely and graceful.

Of course, even though the Xuanyuan Dao has already harmonized up to this point, at this moment, not all the monks have been immersed in the brilliant sound of the Dao, watching Chu Weiyang's records with breathless concentration. The Book of Books.

That's Uncle Shang.

As early as when he heard Chu Weiyang's words, "Collect what you have learned and write it down, it becomes a classic." Uncle Shang had already stood there dumbfounded.

As a great monk in the golden elixir realm, Shang Boshang could not completely forget what he had said earlier in his mind and memory.

Even if this is just an unintentional flattery.

Who would have thought that it would become the biggest obstacle on his road to success!

So close, so far away!

Between a drink and a peck, it was already God's will.

And it was precisely with this state of mind that when the rumbling thunder exploded again, every thunder became like Hong Zhongdalu, and became a footnote to the continuous collapse of Shang Bo's Taoist heart.

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Swish—swish—swish—

And at this time, when the continuous thunder and rain continued to rumble, gradually, Chu Weiyang's hazy phantom was no longer hanging and shining, and began to swallow up all directions. A surge of inspiration came over me.

At this moment, above Chu Weiyang's figure, the spiritual light belonging to Chu Weiyang's Tao, Dharma, and scriptures soared into the sky!

And above Chu Weiyang's hazy illusion is the clear jade light that never fades away and always hangs down. Looking back further, the source of everything is the hanging "Jade Book"

And at this time, when the prosperous and colorful spiritual light was easily connected to the "Jade Book", in an instant, along with some kind of beautiful spiritual light suddenly flowing on the "Jade Book", some invisible... With formless fluctuations, this "Jade Book" suddenly dispersed into the heaven and earth.

And gradually, hazily, the first person to respond was a certain metaphysical realm in the outer sea battlefield.

At that moment, Yun Han and Qi Feiqiong had already experienced a tacit understanding of each other.

The two looked at each other silently, then turned their heads to look in the direction of Chu Weiyang's illusion. Immediately, the two stopped in the metaphysical realm, bowed their heads, and recited——

"Xuanming Danding Dao, Five Yun Tianluo Jing."

"Control the evil spirits and cultivate the mist, and refine the world with one Qi of your palm."

"Fa Tong Xuanyuan is the three dharma phases, Dao Zhui Xiantian is a Taoist."

"Pan King is the headmaster, the true form of the Dharma Patriarch."

"..."