The voice of the Taoist in black reflected in his soul was still echoing in his ears.

The young Taoist moved his fingers slightly and unfolded the book again. It was still the first page, and there were still those words. Those words still contained spirituality. When Qi Wuhuo saw them, those words were reflected in his eyes and transformed into the appearance of the Taoist in black, still lying lazily, opening his eyes, and about to say those eight words.

Qi Wuhuo slammed it shut again.

So the Taoist in black was crushed again.

This happened several times.

Qi Wuhuo suddenly realized that this was just a simple shadow left.

This is not a magical power.

Instead, when writing, one naturally imprints one's will on it.

What a clever move!

The young Taoist seemed to be thinking about something.

Admiration.

Then he closed the book with a snap.

So the Taoist in black had to be put together again.

For some reason, I always feel that even this reflection has a bit of bad temper.

After Qi Wuhuo "understood" this line of text, he felt it was more profound and subtle, and difficult to describe.

The principle of cloud seal is to see endless mysterious magical powers with the naked eye.

Then record everything in this world in words.

In this way, when you write many cloud seal characters and invoke magic power, you can display all things in the heavens.

Display all kinds of incredible powers and show all kinds of incredible mysteries.

This is the supernatural power.

It seems that the principles of these characters seem to coincide with the cloud seal, and they remain here by one’s own will… The young Taoist brushed his hand over these characters, sensing the casualness and willfulness in them, and suddenly he had an epiphany, that is, if he wrote these characters himself, other people who saw his characters would probably directly "see" the Taoist in black.

Although it is useless, it also shows a way of thinking——

I am the heaven and earth.

An unrivaled domineering Taoist heart was revealed in the eyes of the young Taoist.

He had once observed the Dao contained in Taichi Lingwen and the Dao of Medicine Master Vaiduryaprabha Tathagata.

But none of them are as refreshing and satisfying as these four simple words.

Three thousand main roads and countless side doors?

Split with one sword!

What kind of world are we building?

What sentient beings are you seeing!

I cultivate my own path.

The young Taoist couldn't help but sigh: "Is this also considered a kind of [Cloud Seal]?"

"The purpose of practicing the Cloud Seal in Taoism is to see the heaven and earth, all living beings, and all things."

“Writing down the words is like preserving a trace of my will.”

"People who write like this use themselves to replace all things and form cloud seals. Although this artistic conception is in line with the Taoist concept of Chongxu and does not boast about anything, people who understand this magical power will know that his method is actually saying [It is better to see me than to see the world] and [It is better to worship me than to worship the gods]."

“Amazing!”

“So domineering!”

"Although it is overbearing, only those who can read the text can see it."

“Yet he seems humble.”

"There is also a kind of pride that only speaks to those who understand me."

The young Taoist suddenly had a feeling again, and said to himself: "It is better to see me than to see the heaven and earth, and it is better to worship me than to worship the gods. Am I referring to the real me? Or is it the "I" of my own soul? Hmm? This seems to be a self-centered and overbearing cultivation direction. Is this the Tao he cultivates?"

Qi Wuhuo murmured to himself.

Yun Qin saw Qi Wuhuo's expression and asked curiously, "Wuhuo, what are you talking about?"

"Why is it better to see me than to see the world?"

The young Taoist thought for a moment, pointed at the words above, and replied:

"When I saw these words, it was as if I saw the person who wrote them. I felt his artistic conception and the spirit of the great Dao, and I had some insights, so I said them out. This is actually not something I can express, but I saw his Dao and his heart, so I can describe it a little bit."

The girl is ignorant.

I just don’t understand why the young Taoist didn’t read what was written in the book.

Instead, you are so interested in the words above?

So I asked.

The young Taoist smiled and said, "Just these words are like seeing the great way. They are of great benefit."

He thought for a moment and gave an example that the girl in front of him would definitely understand. He said, "It's like seeing a table of delicious food. Although you know there are better ones behind, will you ignore the delicious food in front? I can't concentrate on reading the content now. I just want to see what's in the text."

Yunqin understood, but seemed a little confused.

All she saw were words.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the words and seemed to see more.

As he pondered in his mind, the shapes of those words seemed to dissipate, and instead a kind of Tao rhythm was flowing. What he saw with his eyes were words, but what he read in his heart was something else, the Tao rhythm, the indescribable mystery of cloud seals. He couldn't help but smile, and while reading, his fingers hung down, constantly outlining in the void. There was a faint glow flowing, brilliant and magnificent, and extremely clear.

Although I can't do much due to my cultivation level, I feel as happy as drinking fine wine.

Just knowing that Yunqin was still waiting for his answer, he suppressed his joy and turned to look carefully at the contents of the text description, which was what the Taoist in black had once told Yunqin. The Taoist put his words into words, and when he put pen to paper, even though he was restrained, he still unconsciously added a hint of Taoist rhyme.

“That’s amazing…”

Qi Wuhuo sighed slightly.

Although the teacher showed us the right path, he never showed off his skills like this.

The content of the text is nothing but illusion.

And this rhyme.

In Qi Wuhuo's eyes.

It was as if the Taoist in black was teaching him personally.

The road is already ahead, how can we resist not giving it a try?

Yunqin didn't think anything of it.

The young Taoist priest felt like he had found a treasure.

I finally suppressed the urge to study the text itself and read the words in the book carefully.

"Hmm... there is no way to do something, there is no beginning and no end to do something."

"But it's all up to me."

Qi Wuhuo muttered to himself quietly, as if he had gained something, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that this path was too high and there was no place for him to settle down. He was at a loss for a long time. He closed the book and sighed. He felt that the profound Taoist rhyme of the text itself and the sublime fusion contained in these words both echoed each other and were separated from each other. It was difficult to think clearly and the more he thought about it, the more empty he felt.

There is only action and inaction left in my head. Nothing is impossible. There is no beginning and no end. There is only me and the Tao.

I just felt my head hurt.

And then decisively stop thinking about these things.

This path is too high.

Just a guess was enough to make the young Taoist feel confused.

Looking up, he saw Yunqin's curious and worried gaze, so he could only smile helplessly and explained, "It's too difficult."

"It gives me a headache thinking about it."

The girl's eyes lit up slightly.

A few cheered softly.

He immediately suppressed his anger, put his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and said seriously:

"Well, it's difficult!"

"I don't understand it either."

"Don't feel bad, Wuhuo. I find it difficult too."

The young Taoist hummed, lowered his eyes to look at the scroll, and seeing the words was like seeing the Taoist, and he seemed to be able to sense a hint of the arrogance and domineering of "It is better to see me than to see the heaven and earth" and "It is better to worship me than to worship the gods". It was like when walking, looking up, you see towering mountains, and just after crossing a small river, you see a magnificent view, so he sighed, pleased and convinced, and said:

"Yeah, it's too difficult..."

"I really don't know what kind of genius it is to be able to achieve such perfection. It's amazing just to see it."

"Not to mention understanding."

"I may not be able to answer him."

"At least I can't answer him at this time."

Yunqin smiled, waved her hand, and said, "I can't answer it. It's okay. I will tell him."

The old ox recovered and remembered that he had something important to do, so he asked with a smile:

"By the way, Wuhuo, how is the peacock? Has it hatched?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "It has hatched."

Yun Qin's eyes lit up and she asked, "Where is it? Where is it?"

The young Taoist smiled slightly and raised his right hand. The sleeves of his Taoist robe fell down. The sleeves were wide, with a secret pocket inside. The peacock was now in the secret pocket. The young Taoist carefully took it out. The little peacock was only covered with fluff and was sleeping soundly. The old ox was about to say something, but he saw the peacock lying motionless in the palm of the young Taoist's hand.

The fingers moved slightly, and the neck seemed to have no bones.

It just rested on the boy's fingertips.

It looks like a choke.

Then Lao Niu's face twitched, and big drops of cold sweat flowed down his forehead. He was silent for a while and said:

"...Wuhuo, have you already used that aura on this little bird?"

The young Taoist hummed and said, "Yes."

"Just as you wrote, Uncle Niu."

"From weak to strong."

"The first one is the [Nine-headed Lion Yuanzun Holy Spirit]."

"Any questions?"

The young Taoist was puzzled.

Huang Niu’s thoughts froze.

Then he raised his hand and scratched his head, laughed out loud, and said dryly:

"Ah, ha, hahaha, no problem, no problem, no problem at all!"

But in my heart I wanted to scream out loud.

Due to his habit, he always wrote in reverse. Qi Wuhuo mistook the strongest one for the weakest and gave it to the little peacock to eat. Although the aura had lost its spirituality, it came from the mount of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun after all, and its position was extremely high. The little peacock had not experienced the previous training and preparation, and ate the largest one in one breath. Don't be frightened by the nine-headed lion.

In that case, no matter how many treasures are cultivated.

It's useless.

It will only produce a useless person with spiritual charm.

But just as he was worrying, he saw the peacock smacking its beak and rubbing it against the young Taoist's palm.

Then he turned over.

Revealing a round belly with light fluff.

His mouth opened and closed with smacking sounds.

It was as if he was eating some unparalleled delicacy.

A lazy look.

The old ox suddenly burst into laughter.

Judging from the situation, there's probably nothing to worry about.

It is true that it can survive for three hundred years without dying.

Not to mention the talent and foundation, it must be a tough nut to crack.

The old cow smiled and asked, "But speaking of which, should this bird be named?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "Didn't Yunqin say that we should think of a name together?"

The girl nodded with bright eyes and full of expectation, saying, "But we still have to wait until the little peacock wakes up, and then think of a name with it, right? Maybe He doesn't like the name we think of? That would be meaningless."

"After it wakes up, let's think of a nice name together!"

Qi Wuhuo nodded.

The old cow laughed and said, "Ah, then do we have to follow the rules of our demon world?"

"Whatever your true appearance is, your surname will be what it is."

"Like me, Lao Niu, I was originally a yellow ox, and I am the third among my sworn brothers, so I changed my name to Huang San'er."

“Yellow is gold.”

"Tell others that it's Niu Jin."

"My nickname is the Golden Bull Saint, but it's not acknowledged by anyone. I just call it that for fun."

"I never expected that I would come to this heaven and be assigned to the Dou Department. I occupied a position among the many stars in the Niu Mansion of the Seven Black Tortoise Mansions. So I added a cow to it, and it was called [Niu Jinniu]."

Qi Wuhuo said to himself: "Niu Jin..."

I don’t know why, but I always feel that the name Huang Jin really fits Uncle Niu’s temperament.

Then he smiled and said, "What a nice name."

The old ox laughed and said, "Right?"

"When you mention me, you think of gold, and when you think of gold, you think of money. Who doesn't like money?"

“That’s why everyone likes me.”

"So, this bird's last name should be the peacock's [Kong]?"

"Or maybe [sparrow]?"

"Ha, no matter what, let it wake up, and then ask it yourself..."

After a while of chatting.

The girl urged him repeatedly, telling him to go to the city and buy the best freshly baked sesame cakes next time he was free, and then bring them to her, and that she would also prepare a return gift. The boy agreed to all of this, and then suddenly thought of something and said, "Ah, Yunqin, wait a moment."

The girl stopped and looked curiously.

The young Taoist took out a scroll of book.

This is a blank scroll used for copying Buddhist scriptures in the Lianyang Sutra Pavilion.

The young Taoist said, "I may not be able to answer his question, nor do I understand it, but out of courtesy, I still have to respond."

Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen and dipped it in ink. He first wrote the opening polite words of the letter, and then said:

"What should I call that senior?"

Yunqin said: "Uncle."

The young Taoist raised his eyes and was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

Yun Qin couldn't help laughing and said as a matter of course: "He never told me his name."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Then how should I call him?"

The old ox yawned and shook his head, saying, "In that case, using the term 'senior' would seem a bit flattering, and using the term 'uncle' would seem inappropriate. Anyone who walks on the great path is my friend. In this case, using the term 'fellow Taoist' will never be wrong."

"Listen to your Uncle Niu."

"Trust me."

The young Taoist thought for a moment, then nodded and wrote:

"Hearing and seeing the wonderful Dharma of fellow Taoists is like drinking sweet rain, extremely refreshing, but I am dull by nature, and have never found a solution, nor have I ever had the slightest understanding..."

"I just have a few minor doubts..."

"It is said that there is no action, but there is action. What is a thought? There is no beginning and no end, but it is also in a thought. What kind of thought is this?"

“Are they the same from one thought to another?”

"Since there is no beginning or end, where does this thought come from?"

"Another example..."

The young Taoist was just planning to express his gratitude, but he unknowingly poured out all his doubts.

Then he wrote: "These are slightly stupid questions, and I am not qualified to answer them."

"It is useless to be laughed at by the generous people, but since you have doubts, you should raise them and do your best to understand them."

"That's why I'm leaving this letter to ask you to give me some time."

"I have pondered and thought hard, and perhaps I will gain something."

"So be it."

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, he suddenly heard a soft laugh. Yun Qin leaned in to look at what he had written, and said with a smile, "Wu Huo, do you want to write your real name? I mean, the uncle has already written his name. If you don't write your name, doesn't it feel a bit strange and not in line with etiquette?"

The old ox also said: "When I was an old ox, I traveled all over the world. Ahem, I mean, when I was doing business, this kind of thing also happened."

"Write your name on the opposite side."

"If you don't write, it seems like you look down on him."

"And it's best to write the same specifications, so that there won't be any problems if it's balanced."

The young Taoist hesitated.

My real name doesn't seem appropriate, but I'm determined not to reveal my Taoist name.

After thinking it over, the only name that came to mind was, so I picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and was about to write it down, but when I looked at the book, I suddenly had some ideas, so I put down the pen covered with ink, put my fingers together, closed my eyes for a long time, and then opened my eyes, used my soul as the pen and ink, and wrote a line of words.

Upright and gentle.

As if seeing the person.

Its name is——

[The Taoist Wuhuo respectfully replies to the Taoist Dadao’s letter]