The Eight Treasure Taoist looked at An Qisheng carefully.

It is the spiritual charm born from the magical powers, and it is clearest that the horror that once stunned the ancient five-color divine light.

Even though the great Zhou Taizu was so arrogant, few people could compare with each other in ancient times. Such a person was qualified to become a Buddha and a ancestor.

How could he be regarded as the five-colored divine light of the ten kings of supernatural powers by him?

You know, even if it is itself, there is only one "not bad" evaluation in its mouth.

Such a level of magical power has become spiritual in the world, and it is impossible for anyone to find the inheritor to be mastered by him.

But there is another reason why it wants to see this Taoist.

"The disaster is coming?"

An Qisheng smiled, without comment, turned to glance at the dim starry sky and said, "The person who used the method of Sumeru mustard seed to cut the starry sky to hide the corpse should not be a fellow Taoist?"

"The Sumeru mustard seed magical powers are incompatible with me. It is naturally not easy to open up a starry sky that accommodates the body of the Taoist Lord."

The Babao Taoist's eyes flashed: "Fellow Taoist is not curious. What is the disaster I mentioned?"

It's really a little curious.

Although the Taoist in front of him carries the five-colored divine light, his cultivation is not high, and he has no primordial aura. Where did he get such a calm confidence?

It seems that there is no fear or worry at all.

There are quite a few people who have come to see it from the birth of spiritual rhyme, and at this time it is still a little surprised. The people in front of them clearly have a sense of cultivation that is not as good as theirs, but it has a hint of elusiveness in its heart.

"I know what, so what if I don't know?"

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, and his tone became more and more plain: "It's just that soldiers come to block the water and soil."

He still has six desires and seven emotions, fear and worries will arise, but he enters the world of dreams and experiences these many things now.

Nothing happens no longer causing ripples in his heart.

What he was more curious about than the so-called disaster was the eight treasure Taoist in front of him.

The elves born in this magical power are much stronger than the previous obsessive remnant soul of Fan Wuyi.

He is only three feet tall, half a head shorter than Gong Yang Yan, but his aura is no less than the corpse that lies across the sea of ​​stars beneath him.

It can even be said that he saw the strongest breath when he came to this world.

"What a soldier will come to stop him."

The Taoist Babao picked up the wine pot and poured a glass for each of them. He stopped making a fool of himself and said:

"I have seen quite a few people since my birth, but I still have confusion in my heart. I have no answer after thinking for tens of thousands of years. Can fellow Taoists teach me?"

Its tone is still high and harsh, but its tone is even calmer, and it seems to have no malice at all.

An Qisheng held the cup and refused to drink it. He just nodded after hearing this: "I hope to hear it carefully."

"What is human heart? What is the so-called seven emotions and six desires of human beings?"

The Eight Treasure Taoist drank all the wine in his glass, and a light shone in his clear eyes, as if he was trapped in memories:

"I once recognized a 'person' who was of a very poor background. He ran around every day just to fill his stomach, and rested at sunrise and sunset. It was boring and dull. Although he was troubled, he was still quite happy every day..."

Buzz ~

Not far away, Gong Yang Yan suddenly heard a slight buzzing sound. Following the sound, he saw that as the Eight Treasure Taoist spoke, a little light gathered in the void around him, spontaneously manifesting a mirror image.

Dome, blue sky, sun, light, mountains, wilderness... to a bustling and noisy town.

It seems that a young man can be seen running around all day, busy and difficult.

"Later, this young man met a Taoist man. When the Taoist saw him pitiful, he passed on his subtle methods. Then, the young man really got rid of the difficulties. Three meals a day were no longer a problem..."

The Eight Treasure Taoist slowly told the story, and the various scenes in front of him also changed. Except for the young man's face, everything else was the same as the truth.

At this point, the Babao Taoist suddenly paused and looked at An Qisheng: "My fellow Taoist practice seems to be much higher than the Confucian scholar I saw back then. Obviously, he has a wide range of knowledge. How can this young man be after this?"

"I just ran around for hunger all day, and I thought about clothes and clothing as soon as I was full. I had both food and clothing, and I also wanted to be beautiful and beautiful wife."

An Qisheng held the cup without any trouble.

He possesses the ability to enter a dream, so he naturally sees too many desires in human hearts.

As soon as the Babao Taoist spoke, he had already guessed what he wanted to say.

"yes......"

The Taoist Babao nodded: "I have enough food and clothing, I want to have beautiful wives and concubines, and I have good land and people, and I sigh that there is no official or wealth..."

Speaking of this, the Babao Taoist waved his hand and the picture in front of him suddenly trembled, and then the light and shadow on it flowed, with many changes.

An Qisheng looked at it.

I saw that the young man had food and clothing, and he had already had thousands of hectares of good land, and had a boat and a horse, and he also thought about his official title. Once he reached Zhu Zi's official position, he thought about his country and country.

All kinds of changes, finally sitting in the hall, and thinking of riding on the crane and riding on the dragon...

All the scenes were vivid, and there was no flaw in them. It seemed that the life of such a young man was unfolding in front of the two of them.

The picture comes here.

"Fellow Taoist knows, what did you say to stay when the young man rode a dragon to the sky?"

The Babao Taoist looked at An Qisheng and spoke again without waiting for him to ask: "He said, 'I will be able to hold the fruit of immortality in one day, and I want to discuss the level of God!"

Want to discuss the level of God!

When Gong Yang Yan heard this, he was shocked. He was shocked at first and then shook his head.

According to legend, above the six heavens, there is the Emperor's Court, the Emperor Tian, ​​who ruled the heavens and all kinds of earths. They are invincible forces in legends and myths.

Although the Lord of the Imperial Court has been left with the legend of endless words, if he really exists, he must be the most noble existence between heaven and earth.

An Qisheng fell down his cup and spoke, a little curious: "Who is this person?"

The Babao Taoist did not answer, but sighed slightly: "The little boy in the bitter and cold land had to eat and look forward to the clothes, and finally he wanted to compete with the heaven for the emperor...

What exactly is human desire? Is this young man like this? No, it should be said that everyone is like this?"

The Eight Treasure Taoist seemed to be asking An Qisheng, and also seemed to be asking himself: "What do you think fellow Taoist thinks?"

It can't figure it out and can't understand it.

It was born in the spiritual charm and could sit for 30,000 years, or sleep for a longer time. It never cared about all kinds of external things, whether there is or not.

It is really impossible to understand why a young man who only desires a fullness is unsatisfactory.

"Human desires are endless, but this heart is not moving, and it moves randomly."

An Qisheng took the wine glass to pour wine for each other, and he had some vague guesses about the boy's identity.

"This heart does not move, it moves randomly..."

The Babao Taoist chewed this sentence for a long time before letting go of his brow and answering An Qisheng's inquiry:

"This young man can be Taizu Yu of the Great Xia, Taizu of the Great Zhou, the lord of the Taoist palace, the old Buddha of Mount Sumeru, or the countless people..."

"For some people, if I don't have it, I shouldn't have it. People's bad natures are the best among all races. I think they understand this principle."

An Qisheng naturally understood what he was saying, but he still shook his head: "You are too biased."

"Since the Confucius II transmission method has only been tens of thousands of years, the younger generations have forgotten the past, such as morality, etiquette, and bottom line, which are just things that restrict mortals."

The Babao Taoist stared at An Qisheng deeply and said lightly:

"The existence of cultivators is huge compared to ordinary people, like humans and ants because of their vision, supernatural powers, and immortal arts. However, cultivators are also ants for some existences.

I held the body and imprisoned me here for tens of thousands of years, so how could I have no cause?"

The Eight Treasure Taoist shook his head slightly, but he didn't care about telling his own predicament. It was imprisoned by itself, and it was not for no reason.

"All spirits have desires, not just humans? Even if they are saints, they may not be truly without desires."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart.

Even an elf born under human supernatural powers seems to have a very bad impression of the human race, which really makes him feel a little moved.

The Eight Treasure Taoist didn't care, and said to himself:

"In ancient times, there were powerful words. Only by understanding the 'one heart' can one be able to transcend, but this human heart is more subtle than everything in the world."

"Fellow Taoist is not human and has no intention, so why bother with this?" An Qisheng pinched the wine glass and replied lightly.

The Babao Taoist looked around and asked, "Since I was born from a human being, how can I not care?"

An Qisheng looked directly at the Taoist man: "What do fellow Taoist intentions?"

"I have no malice to fellow Taoists. The five-colored divine light is incompatible with me, and I have no desire for greed."

The Eight Treasures Taoist said frankly: "I invite fellow Taoists here only for my Taoist master."

"Fan Wuyi?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly, and his eyes swept over the giant corpse that stretched across the sea of ​​stars under him: "How did he die?"

The request of the Babao Taoist was not beyond An Qisheng's expectations.
To be continued...