The flowers in April of the world are gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom.

There are many temples and Taoist temples at the foot of the mountain, and there are many pilgrims.

On the rugged and steep mountain road, peach blossoms fell, and a young man was sleeping on a pillow.

In a dream.

The boy dreamed of tall buildings like mountains, iron birds flying over the clouds, and a city with a galaxy night.

Sitting in a frame like a snake, I looked at the scenery that was backwards outside the window.

In the past and present, scenes of dreams appear in and out of dreams.

The road is at the end, and the dream is at the end.

The mountain wind blew across the ancient road in the afternoon. The boy opened his eyes, stretched his big and wide waists, and opened his mouth.

“Ah~”

"Bang!" A book in my arms fell, and the book contains the three words "The Legend of the Gods".

The book records the cave of gods on Tongtian Ridge, which depicts the legend of gods flying to the cranes and flying to the immortals, and turning stones into gold.

This is also the reason why my predecessor came to this mountain.

Wang Qilang picked up "The Legend of the Gods", moved the pages with his fingers, and recalled the scene in his memory of the stories in his memory that he was obsessed with.

Shake your head and smile.

"I don't know if it was my dream of the past or my dream of the past."

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, or does it dream of a butterfly dream of a Zhuang Zhou?"

The young man carried a bookcase and walked towards the depths of the mountains. The wind raised flowers and leaves, setting off a road for him, and it seemed like he was walking with him.

He walked deeper for another two or three days, resting under the rock wall at night.

Finally, after penetrating a misty valley, I saw a steep stone steps like a sky road surrounding the peak and reaching the top.

The Taoist temple in the Immortal Palace appears and disappears.

“It really found.”

The young man carrying a bookcase looked up at the sky, his eyes were filled with hope, confusion and joy.

The sea of ​​clouds, mountains and fog, and Taoist temples are integrated.

For a moment, he really couldn't tell whether the scene was a illusion or whether he was living in a dream.

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The mountain road is rugged and narrow, and it is difficult to walk.

Wang Qilang carried a bookcase on his back, and there were abyss on both sides.

If it slides down, it must have been a fallen into the abyss and broken into pieces.

"On the Vision of Eternity!"

The blue-black rubble and the gray-white walls are divided into three layers along the steep mountain.

Not magnificent or luxurious.

But when smelling the smell of the fragrance of the candle, the smell emitted by the wood has an ancient and quiet charm.

He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, and at the same time he was planning to say something after opening the door.

However, while raising his hand, the door of the Taoist temple opened.

"Squeak!"

A boy from the horn pushed open the door and revealed a gap.

The boy was not surprised at all when he saw Wang Qilang.

It seemed as if he knew that Wang Qilang was coming before opening the door, or that the door was opened this time for Wang Qilang.

"Another dreamer came."

"Come in with me!"

Wang Qilang didn't say anything, and followed the boy with a bookcase in his back, crossing the courtyard and the corridor, and then bypassing the middle-level Sanqing Hall.

On the road, there were Taoist priests practicing swords on the stairs in the front yard, some were Taoist priests sweeping the floor, and some were Taoist boys carrying water to cook.

Finally arrived at the back hall.

The hall is wide and there are no statues of gods inside.

There was a square sitting collapse against the wall. An old Taoist in a pure white Taoist robe overlapped his hands with a whisk. The whisk silk was placed on his shoulders, and the wall behind him was a picture of me riding a green cow.

Under the wooden pillar on the right is a three-legged incense burner that is half-height, and an exquisite crane-shaped lamp.

The incense ignited in the three-legged incense burner was as thick as a flowing cloud, but it didn't feel choking at all.

Because the cloud-like fragrance did not scatter into the house at all, but lingered between the beams and rubbles of the back hall, magical and mysterious.

This must be a treasure of the immortal family.

Before Wang Qilang came, one person had arrived, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing devoutly.

Wang Qilang also followed his appearance and knelt down and kowtowed.

The old Taoist sitting above the collapsed man kept his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. He woke up dimly when Wang Qilang arrived.

It seemed as if I had known that he was coming for a long time and had been waiting for him.

"Who is coming and what are you asking for?" asked the old Taoist.

The kneeling man finally stood up.

His name is Lu Changsheng, who is half a day earlier than Wang Qilang, and is about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Lu Changsheng had a pair of peach blossom eyes, with narrow eyes, but his temperament was as cold as ice iron.

His tone of speech did not change at all, like a stone.

"Lu Changsheng."

"I hope the immortal will accept me as his disciple and seek immortality."

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyes and looked at Wang Qilang: "What are you asking for?"

Wang Qilang always had a smile on his face, and he seemed to have no idea what worries were.

Because he always laughs, it makes people wonder whether he is laughing.

"Wang Qilang, from Guicheng County."

"I want to ask for a happy life, but I don't know if the immortal can teach me!"

The old Taoist priest looked like a torch: "Oh?"

"Others seek to become immortals, seek immortality, seek wealth and power."

"What's the reason for you to ask for free?"

When asked a question, the unrestrained sensation that seemed to jump out of the sky suddenly surged out.

His eyes were shiny and his smile became brighter.

"The path of immortality is not worthy of value, immortality is not worthy of dependence, power is like wind and sand, and wealth is like clouds and smoke."

"I, Wang Qilang——"

"I only want to be free and carefree in the world for a lifetime."

The old Taoist priest seemed displeased: "So, don't you want to practice Taoism and become an immortal?"

"Then what are you doing here?"

Wang Qilang did not change his attitude because the old Taoist priests disliked him, nor did he feel ashamed and refusal because his thoughts were not recognized and scolded.

Still smiling, he said to his heart.

"Becoming an immortal is a means, not an end."

“Practicing the Tao is the way to walk, not the end.”

The old Taoist priest put away his displeasure expression, which showed that he was not really angry.

His eyes looked at Wang Qilang in surprise, and he could see the feeling of separation on his body that seemed to be unworldly. He had looked at countless people in his life, but he had never seen such a person before.

It was a temperament that was not an emperor, general, nor a heroic scholar.

It's like,

It does not belong to this world.

The old Taoist laughed: "Yes, it's a seed of cultivation."

Wang Qilang's lips raised, and he pretended to be good. He seemed to be about to be noticed by immortals and would be taught the true method. From then on, he would be free forever.

However, the old Taoist priest changed his words: "Give him an axe!"
To be continued...