When these six words were spoken, all things froze, and the Great Dao rotated as usual. However, the existence of something invisible to the naked eye, beyond the grasp of the mind, called destiny and luck, which existed in the dark, froze in an instant, and then there was an illusion of sudden pressure.
No, this is not an illusion!
Rather, it is a change of real existence, and the closer such changes are to a place where luck is surging, the clearer and more intense they are. The capital of Shenwu Jiuzhou is originally the peak place of human luck, and the monk who came from tens of thousands of miles away has made this luck even more exciting.
A raging wave of luck surged under the Taoist's pen, and this wave suddenly spread out to both sides, the energy changed, surged up, and dissipated like a storm. Qi Wuhuo's sleeves and hem of his clothes suddenly bulged left and right, and the bells under the eaves of the storage room vibrated violently, with a clear sound.
The big tree in the yard shook violently.
Three hundred leaves were scattered.
The old green ox stared at the Taoist priest over there. Fuxi had already raised his hand, intending to pick up the Taoist priest and move the Queen Nuwa Palace to another place, but at this moment he stopped his hand abruptly, staring at the Taoist priest with a fierce golden light in his eyes.
This is?!!!
Um?!
Um???!
Xiao Longnu over there was dumbfounded and stunned, and then she was almost blown backwards by the violent wind. She sat on the ground and almost fell unconscious. She was dazzled and saw the Taoist holding the pen, his sleeves fluttering, and the aura around him rolling like waves.
And he holds the pen like iron.
The tip of the pen does not move at all.
This wave of energy was already extremely fierce, and hidden beneath the waves of excitement on the surface, the mobilization and change of pure energy was even more incomparable. The visible was hidden, the hidden was profound, spreading over ten thousand miles in an instant. At the gate of the capital city, the compassionate monk stepped inside with slow steps, but stopped the next moment.
The pedestrians around were coming and going freely, their expressions were all unchanged as they talked and laughed as usual, but the monk's expression was frozen, and his robe suddenly spread out to the back, as if a huge force was pressing down on him, as if the whole world was resisting and rejecting him.
In places invisible to the naked eye, countless silk threads were floating in the air. The brightest of them, the silk threads reaching up to the sky, were all affected. However, this subtle influence lasted only a moment and then disappeared. Above the thirty-three-layer sky, the Emperor of Longevity of the South Pole was playing chess calmly and without hesitation. But at this moment, he paused.
The leader of the Thunder Department in front, Jiu Tian Ying Yuan Lei Sheng Pu Hua Tian Zun, asked curiously, "Emperor?"
"No problem."
The Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole chuckled, retracted his attention, picked up the chess piece with his fingers, and looked down at the mortal world, but did not care much. He placed the piece on the chessboard of the Jiu Tian Ying Yuan Lei Sheng Pu Hua Tianzun in front of him. The sound was crisp, and the fingers covered by the wide sleeves moved slightly.
boom!!!
The Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light took a step forward.
The luck that had suddenly [collapsed and converged] and become extremely condensed for some unknown reason seemed to lose its original suppression in an instant. His sleeves shook violently backwards and were about to turn into ripples. Even the skin on his face showed traces of being pulled backwards.
But he seemed to ignore all of this.
Step by step, move forward.
Walk leisurely.
Walk with determination at every step.
It’s like there is a person who raises his hand and pushes the mountain, moving forward step by step.
Inside the book-keeping room, Qi Wuhuo's sleeves rolled up, his luck reversed and he forced his way in front of him.
What he had learned included the Tai Shang lineage's heart decision, Yuqing Yuxu's true teachings, and the mystery of Shangqing Lingbao's use of mind as a law. He also spent more than half a year reading files here, and gained some insights, but these gains and insights were not enough to support him to write down his thoughts.
Something that should have taken a decade to complete slowly now has no time to prepare slowly.
The situation forces me to write only a little bit.
We always seek the best and the most perfect things, but, unfortunately, it is a pity that nothing in this world is perfect.
Qi Wuhuo put pen to paper.
What he writes now, in fact, cannot be considered the style of Taishang lineage; nor is it the true teachings of Yuqing lineage; nor is it the Shangqing lineage. The countless magical powers are just the characteristics of my heart.
What he practiced is a combination of the mysteries of the three schools. What he writes down now is not a supernatural power or a wonderful method. Strictly speaking, it should be the part that exists in common in the lineages of these three Taoist ancestors. This is something that can only be written by someone who has received the true teachings of the three at the same time and has experienced tribulations in the human world.
This is not creation.
Because the Tao itself exists there. It was there before all things were born, and it will be there after all things are annihilated.
This is just an explanation, but the explanation itself is a great achievement.
The monk was very courageous. He raised one hand to hold back the immense luck of the world and walked forward step by step.
The luck was flowing against the flow, the trees were rolling, the grass was breaking, and Qi Wuhuo's Taoist robe was about to flutter, but the tip of his pen was as firm as iron, and it fell on the paper to write the words.
[A name can be named, but it is not a permanent name]
boom!!!
The previous opening was already the acme, but the second sentence carries on the grandeur of the first sentence, and goes on with the momentum. This momentum continues, and it has a certain atmosphere.
The footsteps of the Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light suddenly stopped. This majestic and boundless luck seemed to have turned into an incomparable Great Wall that directly blocked his way. The ripples on his face reached the extreme. His flesh and blood were torn apart, leaving a cut mark like a sword's edge. Golden Buddha's blood flew out and fell to the ground.
Enter!
One step further, one step further...
You can’t go in!
Countless waves were stirred up in the heart of Amitabha Buddha of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light.
What is he doing?!
What did he do?!
The [silk thread] from the heaven kept trying to control an incarnation, making him rush forward desperately, but the incarnation's instinct was unwilling to take another step. The two formed an extreme conflict at this moment. In the sky, the silk thread that was invisible to the naked eye and could not be seen by the Dharma eye was actually tightened at this moment.
Enter!
Not going in!
The Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light began to struggle in his heart.
The Taoist in the storage room was breathing heavily. Controlling the qi was extremely demanding on his mind, but these two sentences, twelve words, were like a general outline, writing down everything he had seen, understood, and known during his journey. Every stroke and every mark was like holding an iron and walking across the mountains. It was extremely difficult and tough.
When he finished writing this line, Qi Wuhuo was already exhausted.
Everything around was dead silent, and the old green ox was silent. He looked at the Taoist and could see that he had spoken the truth and had already reached his limit. There was worry in his eyes. As the mount that had accompanied Tai Shang for such a long time, the two were master and servant as well as friends. The old green ox was extremely concerned about Tai Shang's disciples.
"Wuhuo, are you okay?"
At this moment, he did not care about the danger and subconsciously wanted to go over and support the Taoist. His shoulders suddenly sank, and he could not take a step forward. Fuxi directly pressed his shoulders. The old blue bull turned around angrily and said, "You!!! What are you going to do?! If Wuhuo has any mishap, I will report to Daozu, and you will not be in any good!"
But when he turned around after shouting angrily, he saw Fuxi's pair of vertical pupils with golden light burning inside.
Old Qingniu saw a complex emotion of astonishment and ecstasy in his eyes.
It seems to be admiring, it seems to be shocked.
That extremely strong emotion shocked the angry Old Blue Ox, causing his body to freeze and unable to move.
At this time, Qi Wuhuo vaguely felt that the incarnation of Buddha opposite him had also reached his limit. He picked up the pen, his eyes flashed with golden light, and his Taiyi body was activated. He took a deep breath, and started writing again, writing down the third sentence, which was also the limit at the moment.
【Namelessness is the beginning of all things.】
Taiyi is nameless, the highest, the only, and the original.
The trend is becoming more and more powerful and unmatched!
The expression of the Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light suddenly changed.
The struggle in my mind came to an end in an instant.
Back off!
One step is a violent retreat.
As the incarnation of the Southern Emperor Changsheng's divine consciousness, he seemed to feel some kind of extreme and pure oppression at this moment. He seemed to have aroused his instinct as a living being at this moment and no longer approached that majestic and condensed [luck] -
If before this, Buddhism was like a creature struggling in a cold glacial stream, trying to find a warm bonfire.
So now, it was he who approached the warm light.
But I found that it was not a candle flame, nor a bonfire, it was a raging flame, the sun, the bright and shining sun!
"Retreat, retreat quickly!!!"
"Why on earth did this destiny suddenly condense?! Why?!"
"Is this, the rhyme of Tao? What is he doing with this energy? Why is it so powerful? Why can it directly stir up the destiny of the human world? Why?!"
In the mind of the Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light, countless thoughts were rising and falling wildly.
He was as fast as thunder, his whole body was covered with golden Buddha light, and he traveled thousands of miles in an instant.
But he forgot that the way of destiny is like the rotation of yin and yang, one increases while the other decreases, and when he retreats, the Tao advances.
The Taoist raised the pen in his hand slowly, pointed the tip of his pen outside, and paused.
Flowing light emanated from the body of the Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light, and under the influence of luck, countless silk threads appeared behind him. These threads connected the Tathagata of Infinite Life, Wisdom and Light downwards, connected to Buddhism, connected to the thirty-three heavens upwards, penetrated deep into the clouds and the sky, and no one knew where they went.
It seemed to be the mystery of fate and the feedback of cause and effect. This scene was reflected in the Taoist's eyes with a slightly horrifying picture.
In the vast and boundless earth, the running monks and the Buddha’s light are like tiny ants, with white threads rising into the sky, densely packed, vast and empty.
"The Great Emperor of Immortality in the South Pole..."
Qi Wuhuo muttered to himself and paused while holding the pen. After writing down these three lines of Taoist scriptures, he actually had a kind of aura that he was invincible in the world. Even though the Buddha had already escaped very far away, he still held the pen and pointed forward naturally.
There was a pause, and then a slight stroke. Boundless luck spread out at this moment. The ripples caused by the tip of the pen swept across thousands of miles ahead in just an instant.
Just use the tip of this pen as a sword.
It’s [cut].
Wield the sword with the pen, and use your luck as the sword.
when!!!
After this stroke, it seemed that the tit-for-tat of luck had finally reached its peak. The bell hanging under the raised eaves of the storage room vibrated violently, suddenly broke in the middle, and fell to the ground.
And in the next moment, all the silk threads in the Taoist's eyes were cut off.
The old monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, then turned into golden light and fled far away;
This sword seemed to have consumed too much energy. Qi Wuhuo could no longer sense the Buddha's escape movement. A huge feeling of weakness emerged. There was only an ordinary roll of white paper on the table in front of him. It was white paper produced in a town outside the capital. The pen in his hand was just an ordinary thing distributed as a keeper of the Qingshui Yamen. These three sentences were written on the white paper.
【The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao】
[A name can be named, but it is not a permanent name]
【Nameless, the beginning of all things】
Immediately, a faint golden light emanated, and his aura was like fire. Although Qi Wuhuo, who had accumulated knowledge for more than half a year, had already laid a solid foundation, it seemed that it was not enough to continue writing. After the Buddha left, he felt the thrill of this brief confrontation, as well as the incomparable fatigue.
I know in my heart that this has not been fully explained; but with the pen in my hand, it is difficult to write even a single word.
People's voices can be faintly heard around, so close, yet so far away.
Never mind, I'm tired.
Let's take a rest first...
Qi Wuhuo loosened his right hand, dropped the pen in his hand on the table, and sat back down.
"No doubt, no doubt?!"
Old Qingniu didn't care about anything else and hurried over to support him, but he didn't know why he was half a step late. He saw the young Taoist sitting on the chair, and he didn't know why, it seemed like the aftermath of the previous battle of qi, or perhaps it was the strong wind when the luck was boosted.
On the young Taoist’s bun.
When the teacher led him into Taoism, he personally tied his hair and put a hairpin on it. The wooden hairpin that represented the supreme disciple suddenly slipped down and fell in front of Qi Wuhuo. He sat on a chair, his black hair hanging down, words flowing on the white paper in front of him, his hands resting on the side of the wooden chair, surrounded by countless Taoist scriptures, with a deep and profound aura.
Among the Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns behind him, a purple-gold flame slowly lit up, magnificent and brilliant.
This scene made Old Qingniu subconsciously hold his breath, and after a while he said, "No doubt?"
"You, are you okay?"
Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes, calmed himself down, and said, "I'm fine, Uncle Niu."
Seeing that the Taoist only consumed a lot of his energy, but other than that, he didn't suffer much damage to his foundation, Old Green Ox finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, I'm glad you're okay. What happened just now?! What's with this luck shock?!"
"Has the backup plan of the Southern Emperor of Immortality left?"
The Taoist looked at Old Qingniu and asked, and was about to answer, but his eyes subconsciously swept over, and then suddenly paused, and subconsciously said:
"Hmm? Where's Emperor Xi?"
Old Qingniu had been asking questions continuously, but at this moment he suddenly paused, and then a chill spread across his back.
He turned around suddenly and saw that there was no one under the old tree behind him.
Fuxi.
Gone?
Old Qingniu's scalp felt numb.