Yuanshi star, a Fairy Island deep in the South China Sea, is shrouded in misty clouds all year round.
The whole Fairy Island is oval and looks like a turtle''s back. I don''t know how big it is. It floats and sinks on the vast sea. It is mysterious and hazy. Foreign monks can''t get close at all. Even many Taoist monks want to see its true face.
This sea Fairy Island is one of the five holy places of daomen. It has overlapping peaks and green vegetation. It is scattered on the vast sea and remains independent for ever.
On the evening of this day, the afterglow of the sunset glow, through layers of clouds, fell on the worry free Fairy Island, leaving continuous spots on it, making the whole island more beautiful and like a fairyland.
At the same time, on a mountain on the island, outside an empty Taoist temple, a figure appeared silently.
It was a tall, nearly ancient, white haired and bearded old Taoist, dressed in coarse linen clothes and with eyes as vicissitudes. He appeared out of thin air without any warning.
He stood on the ten thousand stone steps outside the Taoist temple with his hands down. Although there was no breath fluctuation on his body, he gave people a feeling of being integrated with heaven and earth and detached from the world.
This man is no one else, but the master of this Taoist temple, the worry forgetting Immortal Emperor of the Taoist name worry forgetting son.
In the ancestral land of Taoism, the Immortal Emperor who forgets worries is undoubtedly the most mysterious and the most difficult to see a Taoist great power. Only because he has long been cut off from the mundane world, he has been practicing in seclusion all the year round, and has the fighting power of leaping over the level and fighting the great saint, so many Taoist friars who have practiced for many years have no chance to see even one side of the legendary immortal figure.
"Disciple Daoming, have you seen the master!"
At the moment, a middle-aged Taoist hurried up below the stone steps.
The middle-aged Taoist was dressed in an old Taoist robe and had not taken care of his hair for a long time. He took out a broom in his hand. It seemed that he was cleaning the fallen leaves on the stone steps, a dusty look.
However, such a slightly sloppy Taoist is a real Taoist immortal king with the highest cultivation achievements in the fairyland. However, in front of the forgetful Immortal Emperor, he has to bow down and pay homage and greet.
"Don''t be polite. I have three disciples in all my life. Although you are not the best in your talent and understanding, you are the only one who can calm down. It''s really rare. When the old man dies in the future, you will manage such a great view of forgetting your worries."
The Immortal Emperor shook his hand and said faintly.
"What does the master say? You have a long life. Sooner or later, you can win the holy land, immortality and great eternal freedom."
The middle-aged Taoist is called daomingzi. This name is given by the emperor of forgetting sorrow. It is intended to make him see clearly and understand the mystery of the avenue.
"There is an unexpected situation in heaven, and people have misfortunes and blessings overnight. Even if they are teachers, or those who have already stepped into the holy land, sooner or later, they will experience the disaster of the five decline of heaven and man."
Hearing the words of the Immortal Emperor who forgot his worries, daomingzi fell into silence. After such a long time, he seemed to think of something. He asked with a surprised look: "under your seat, there have always been only two disciples, the eldest martial brother and disciple. When will there be another disciple?"
Forgetting sorrow, Emperor Xiandi just said that he had received three disciples in all his life. However, Tao Mingzi heard it clearly and could not be wrong.
"Hum, don''t mention your rebellious elder martial brother. He doesn''t deserve to be my disciple."
The Immortal Emperor frowned and hummed.
"I know my mistake. I shouldn''t mention the eldest martial brother. Please don''t be angry."
Daomingzi hurriedly said that the elder martial brother in his mouth, the Taoist name qingmingzi, was the first disciple under the throne of the forgetful Immortal Emperor. In those years, he broke into the ancestral temple of the Taoist school and stole two Taoist treasures, the sky umbrella and the seven star sword. He was a traitor and sinner of the Taoist school.
However, his eldest martial brother is really good. After escaping from the ancestral land of Taoism, he found a place for latent cultivation. It is said that he had won the holy land many years ago, occupied an area of respect in a fairy world, widely accepted believers and self styled Qingming Taoist saint.
"It doesn''t matter. As a teacher, I just don''t want to think of the traitor."
Forgetting his worries, the Immortal Emperor sighed lightly. The disciple was better than the blue. He should have been pleased. However, qingmingzi was too eager for quick success and instant benefit, and he did such great evil things in the ancestral temple of the Taoist school, which implicated him as a master.
"Didn''t the master say there was another disciple? I don''t know who he is?"
Since qingmingzi defected from the Taoism, the Immortal Emperor forgot his worries and vowed not to accept disciples forever. Who wants to say that there is another disciple now, which is really incredible.
At the same time, Tao Mingzi was also curious about who could make his master favor, and even broke his oath and accepted him as an apprentice.
"This man''s name is Yang Xuan. He is now on that mountain, but if you really want to say it, he is not a disciple in the name of the teacher. After all, being a teacher has only met him in the lower world. At that time, he didn''t make it clear that he wanted to join the school. Otherwise, he would have followed the teacher to practice in the forgotten sorrow temple."
The Immortal Emperor smiled and said.
"What, is there anyone in the world who can refuse to worship a teacher and respect him as a teacher?"
After a short shock, Tao Mingzi immediately said, "wait, the master said that this person is on the Taoist mountain. Is it a young generation who climbed the Taoist mountain and successfully understood the original Sutra?"
"It''s him. He has the talent of demons and is a real dragon and Phoenix. As a teacher in the lower world, he appreciates him very much and wants to take him as an apprentice to eliminate the evil nature in his heart. Unfortunately, he has an obsession and declined his kindness as a teacher."
"Demon nature, is this man a demon clan?"
"Ha ha, to be exact, it should be a family of ghosts and demons. Its father is the ghost demon Immortal Emperor who is known as the first emperor of all ages."
"Unexpectedly, a demon immortal''s blood can understand the original Sutra, spread the news, and all demon families come to invest. Then our Taoist door will not become a demon cave?"
"Don''t worry about it. This son is very human. Although he has a deep demonic nature, he is by no means cruel and ruthless. Let alone he inherited the mantle of the saint at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. That is, he is a little saint of our Taoism, so he won''t be detrimental to our Taoism."
"Hearing what the master said, the disciples were relieved."
"Well, when he goes down the mountain, you take the time to meet him. Say that you have something to discuss with him as a teacher and ask him to come here."
"I see."
……
On the Taoist mountain, Yang Xuan sat cross legged, solemn and solemn. His heart was immersed in the mystery of the Taoist Scriptures.
It was also because of his Taoist Scriptures that he could build Benming avenue that day.
It can be said that everything he did today was given by this sutra.
Without this sutra, he could never have reached this stage of cultivation, or even come to the immortal domain in advance.
Dazzling, most of the day has passed.
During this time, Yang Xuan''s mana has also been increasing, and the gap with Nahua Yuntian is narrowing bit by bit. Of course, this gap only refers to cultivation.