Qi Wuhuo raised his pen slightly, saw the words, and finally managed to write down the [Tai Chi Ling Wen] that he "saw" in his heart, but that was all. The young Taoist shook his body slightly, holding the table with one hand to stabilize the fatigue that suddenly hit him after writing this word, and then looked at the word. The longer he looked at it, the more he felt:

"really……"

"Just like Yunqin said, this [word] is really too difficult."

“I still haven’t learned it.”

“Really, there are problems everywhere.”

The young Taoist gently laughed at himself: "Compared with the person who originally wrote this word, the difference seems so big that it makes me want to cry."

“Although it seems to be written, there are more problems with the details.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to study before I can truly master it.”

Although such words have been written, how are they different from the first words learned by a child?

It's so crooked that you have to try really hard to barely recognize it.

"How can you say you've learned it?"

"I just don't know who wrote such a perfect [Tai Chi Ling Wen]."

"Yun Qin didn't say anything either."

"He should be a very, very powerful and brilliant Taoist senior. Compared with him, the Tai Chi Ling Wen I wrote is simply not good enough. I just don't know when I can meet such a senior."

The young Taoist was tidying up his desk, and only then did he realize that he was so absorbed in writing this word that he had unknowingly used up all the white papers he had bought the day before. He picked up the white papers that were filled with the unrecognizable word "imperial" and was slightly startled when he picked up the last piece of paper.

He wrote the word "imperial" on the piece of paper at the foot of Helian Mountain, which recorded the regrets of many souls.

The young man put the stack of papers aside.

He stroked the words written on the piece of paper, recalling what happened at that time, and fell silent for a moment.

He looked outside and saw that it seemed to be getting dark. He thought about tidying up first and then taking a nap. He wrote and threw papers around, and the room was in a mess. The young Taoist was going to put away all the papers, but he felt very tired. He swayed a little, his back leaned against the wall, and his eyelids closed.

I had planned to just close my eyes and calm down, then slowly sit down against the wall, but before I knew it, holding the white paper in my arms, my breathing gradually slowed down, and I had fallen asleep, with my body rising and falling slightly with my breathing.

In the yard on the other side of the village, Zhou Lingyi woke up and opened the window.

He felt very strange.

I don't know why, I woke up early today.

The most surprising thing was that not only himself, but also his sons, daughters-in-law, and the two little brats who had been sleeping soundly after their crazy time, woke up at this time. However, it was still early. The old man packed up and washed up, opened the window and planned to go out for a walk. But as soon as he took a step out, he was stunned.

Looking up, I can see the high mountains and calm waters in the distance.

At this time, the sky was already getting dark, the morning light was flowing, and the sound of birds could be heard.

But at this moment, the old man, leaning on a cane, saw from afar large patches of clouds pressing down, presenting a slowly circling posture, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. There was morning light, but it mixed into the gaps in the clouds, pouring out from the gaps, and falling one by one on the wilderness, making it look empty and distant.

There was no sound of birdsong.

There was not even a sound of wind.

For some reason, the old man felt a sense of desolation in this cloud:

“This, this is…”

"What happened?"

For some reason, even though there was no evidence at all and no reason at all, he still turned his head and looked towards the house where the young Taoist lived.

The weather outside was still gloomy.

The young Taoist fell asleep peacefully.

The room was quiet.

The young man was sleeping peacefully, his breathing steady. Suddenly, the word "Chi" written on him glowed with a faint stream of light, silently, and the light suddenly dispersed, floating in the air like star fragments, emitting a sense of boundless mystery.

The upper one is called Ling, which controls the Five Mountains and ensures the longevity of the country. The lower one is called Bao, which is mysterious and the supreme one among all things.

This is the edict.

Wisps of light spread out, and the piece of white paper carrying the [Edict] suddenly changed. The texture of the paper was greatly improved, reaching the extreme, and the same was true for the pen and ink. Immediately, the words written by the young Taoist priest himself on it all lit up, and the regrets of the worldly world contained in them suddenly became clear.

I am attached to my family and reluctant to leave. I wish my loved ones well. I regret that our love could not come true and we are separated by life and death.

There are many sufferings in life that cannot be resolved.

There is no comfort in dying with regrets.

This young man once said to those many souls:

The Supreme Order.

The edict has arrived.

A piece of white paper can be written with all the love, hatred and grudges. A hundred years of life is just a flash, with only a few ink marks.

Looking back on this life, I find all the regrets.

The young boy fell asleep quietly holding a pile of white papers. Golden light, the world, regrets, ups and downs flowed around him. His black hair fell at his temples and his brows were clear. The clouds outside the window finally dispersed. Zhou Lingyi walked in the village with a cane. For some reason, he suddenly remembered his appearance when he was young and felt sad.

Lian Shulan, who was originally sleeping, suddenly started crying in her dream.

Called out her daughter's nickname.

The young Taoist sat in the red dust.

And in the end, all those regrets were scattered into the roll of white paper. The white paper, which should have been made of ordinary material, glowed slightly and naturally emitted a trace of precious light. The precious light soon disappeared and looked extremely ordinary, but after the word "imperial" naturally exerted its effect, it actually turned into a point of flowing light.

All the people who study Taoism in the world are disciples of the Taoist Patriarch Taishang.

Those who practice Cloud Seal in the world should also be disciples of Shangqing Tianzun.

The Lingbao Tianzun uses the Lingbao method to save people in different eras. From the time he was consecrated in the Yuanshi period to the first year of the Chiming period, he has saved countless people over the past 990 billion kalpas.

Whenever he meets someone who is eager to learn and asks him questions, Lingbao Tianzun will be happy to teach him.

The Heavenly Venerable has seventy-two transformations. If people want to see him, he will respond according to their feelings and can split into thousands of bodies to be there.

He once preached in Shangqing Heaven, saying that if one can understand Taichi Lingwen by himself.

You should enter my door.

A streak of light naturally flew towards the sleeping boy, intending to fall into the boy's brow and leave behind the pure energy. But at this moment, the wooden hairpin in the boy's hair lit up slightly. He did not come out when he encountered evil spirits, nor did he show up when he saw monsters. He did not see anything when he was divined by the land god, nor did he see anything unusual when he was calculated by a stranger.

Only at this moment does it change.

A clear light rose up.

The Shangqing Recording Instrument was smashed to pieces in just one blow!

…

Heaven, Danyang Palace.

This place is the Taoist temple of the second of the Three Lingbao Masters, Lingbao Master Danyuan Miaoying and Danyang Miaohua Tianjun.

Because Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun teaches his disciples according to circumstances, there are the positions of the Three Lingbao Masters. Among them, Qingyang Miaodao Tianshi, the [Scripture Master], is responsible for imparting the true scriptures and methods to his disciples, while Danyang Miaohua Tianjun, who lives in Danyang Heavenly Palace, is the [Registration Master], in charge of the [immortal registration] of Shangqing disciples. Because many disciples fall into the cycle of reincarnation and die, and new disciples are joining the sect, it is really hard work.

To learn other people’s Dharma lineage, one must first remember their name before entering the sect.

But on Lingbao Tianzun's side, there are many people who have already entered the door to listen to his teachings, but Tianzun seldom remembers your name.

In this regard, the three Taoist ancestors are similar.

Danyang Miaohua Tianjun stroked his beard and flipped through the classics, while two Taoist boys were helping to put the books away.

Some of the dim names should be crossed out.

Some of them had fallen into the evil path during their practice, and some Shangqing disciples went to kill them.

The two boys were talking to each other.

“This one is also dim.”

“This one is also…”

"These are only the third and fourth generation disciples of our Shangqing lineage..."

"But to be able to leave your name here is at least very impressive. We have no way to stop it."

"yes."

"I heard that the one from Niu Su has not passed the assessment of Danhua Fuying Yuanjun yet. He is currently just her nominal disciple, not even a true disciple."

"The true teachings of Danhua Fuying Yuanjun... How can it be so easy to obtain?"

"That's the true disciple of the Great Heavenly Venerable."

They talked about it with envy.

Danyang Miaohua Tianjun stroked his beard and looked at the classics, and shook his head when he heard it. He knew that the child was actually very talented. If she had an ordinary teacher, she would have accepted her as a disciple long ago. However, Danhua Fuying Yuanjun's assessment was extremely strict. If she couldn't do it to her satisfaction, even if it was entrusted by a good friend, she would only accept her as an entry-level disciple at most. It would be impossible for her to get her true teachings.

However, if she passes the test, Danhua Fuying Yuanjun should send the girl's [Jade Slip] to her.

"...You have clearly already prepared the Jade Slip for your disciple, yet you are still so strict."

"What should I say about you...Danhua Fuying."

The old man shook his head and sneered, thinking that this younger generation's character was still the same as when he was young.

As I was recalling the past, I suddenly heard screams.

It was the two boys who came running over, shouting, their faces filled with disbelief and panic.

Danyang Miaohua Tianjun asked gently: "What happened?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please go and take a look!"

"Um?"

The old man suddenly sensed something strange, stroked his beard and walked away, slightly surprised, but he saw that the [Shangqing Jade Disk] corresponding to the jade disk in Zifu Xuandu Temple suddenly lit up, and then a name seemed to emerge. Danyang Miaohua Tianjun said: "Who is this, has anyone practiced and learned the orthodox core of my Shangqing lineage?"

"Are you the kind of person who is qualified to leave your name on the Shangqing Jade Disk?"

"Who is it?"

Danyang Miaohua Tianjun was surprised and quite happy. He waited quietly, ready to engrave the name on the letter himself.

I saw the name slowly emerge.

Just about to take a closer look.

The name disappeared in an instant.

"Um?!!"

Danyang Miaohua Tianjun, who had already stood up, was dumbfounded and stopped stroking his beard: "This, this is..."

"What just happened?"

"What flashed by?!"