Kong Hanan nodded to show that he understood.

"But Brother Meng, my uncle told me about seclusion, but you told me about enlightenment..."

Meng Yu grinned.

"There are some differences, but that shouldn't bother you. Our goals are the same..."

Look up at Mount Tai again...

Kong Hanan sighed.

"Okay, let's climb..."

Brother Meng once again showed his evil side in front of Kong Hanan.

"Brother, I am only a driver on this trip. This car is worth a lot of money, and I have to look after it. You can get on by yourself."

Kong Hanan glanced at him resentfully.

have to……

The humanoid means of transportation is gone.

Brother Meng, you are not as straightforward as Master Zhai.

Kong Hanan could see that Meng Yu had his own thoughts...

But finding the Dao Saint has always been what I wanted in my heart...

Then let’s go up the mountain…

Despite the rejection from heaven and earth, Kong Hanan began to climb the mountain step by step.

In fact, this is as it should be. As a member of the Dongyue lineage, hiking up the mountain also shows respect.

At first, Kong Hanan was still interested in looking at the scenery around him.

The steep stone steps wind their way up layer by layer. The sun has risen, and the light shines through the lush trees onto the earth, like the reflection of a guard. The wild flowers on the roadside are in all colors, showing their grace in the early autumn.

Layer upon layer of sea of ​​clouds reflects countless rays of light, dyeing the mountains red. It is so magnificent and gorgeous.

The classical and elegant Taoist temple is hidden in the mountains and forests, adding a bit of human life to Mount Tai.

The combination of tranquility and noise, the mist and the sky are the same color, nature and humans coexist in harmony, and the beauty is breathtaking.

As Kong Hanan climbed the stairs, it became increasingly difficult for him to be distracted by other things.

The scenery in my eyes has been obscured by layers of white fog. There is no beauty and no sunshine.

The mist lingered around Kong Hanan, as if it was meant to hinder him.

The stone steps on the ground became slippery, and Kong Hanan didn't know whether it was sweat or mist all over his body.

A series of phantom sounds began to appear in my ears.

"Can the Tao be spoken?"