The First Cause of All Realms

In the main hall, Lao Dao paced back and forth, his clothes were vibrating, and there was a kind of vigorous spirit surging that was not dare to look directly. 1

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Looking at Lao Dao who looked happy, even more happy than after suppressing An Dao Ren, a thought suddenly popped into Yang Yu's heart.

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In order to continue the unique learning from the past...

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With his martial arts today, he still can't feel the surging waves in Zhang Laodao's heart, but he is also faintly touched.

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If there are no sages like Lao Dao, how can there be a systematic martial arts path after a thousand years?

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"My way is not alone, nor alone!"

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Zhang Laodao was in a very good mood. He swung his sleeves and sat on the ground. He patted the ground casually: "Come here, sit here..."

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Yang Prison was as good as a stream, and he also sat on the ground.

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Lao Dao slightly admired:

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"Your talent and character can be regarded as first-class in any era. What is even more rare is that you have fortunes, and you are better than ninety-nine percent of ordinary people in the world. smooth road..."

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"The real person is overrated."

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Facing the praises of Lao Dao, Yang Yu also felt that it was useful. 1

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This is the evaluation of the Martial Arts Monument. If it is recorded in the book, it can be passed down to future generations. .

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"In fact, there is no conflict between the immortal way and the martial way. It's just that compared to the immortal way, which has the footprints of the predecessors, the road of the martial way is too rugged..."

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The old man sighed slightly:

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"I only hope that in the future, you will not give up martial arts, even if you are like that Wang Xiaozi before you."

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"How could you give up?"

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Yang Prison shook his head.

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"I just hope that after the sky changes, you still have this heart."

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Lao Dao's eyes are bright and clear, with a penetrating old man's heart:

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"Unfortunately, you are not sincere in martial arts."

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"good."

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Yang Yuying was very calm:

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"I am only sincere to myself." 2

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With different backgrounds, people's hearts are also different.

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Different from Zhang Sloppy, he has been a human being in two lifetimes, and the bizarre encounter is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He wants him to be like Henry Zhang, abandon the fruit of Taoism, and rush towards the unknown future.

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He asked himself that he couldn't do it, at least not now.

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"Be honest with yourself... A slick boy, but it's also honest."

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The old man smiled dumbly and changed his words:

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"When the old Taoist was young, he had no way out because of this. He traveled all over the world. By chance, he entered a few secret realms, which is what you call the fairy and magic realm..."

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Zhang Laodao talked eloquently, while Yang Yu listened quietly.

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As he knows, the life of an old Taoist is not complicated. In the first half of his life, he was in troubled times. He carried a sword and practiced martial arts. He was all alone until he established Xuankong Mountain under the enormous pressure of staring at Dachan Temple. 1

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He likes food, he likes to walk, and he rarely stays in one place for long.

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Occasionally I left a text and ink, and I also painted mountains and rivers...

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"At that time, I didn't have any thoughts of being a martial artist. I was wholeheartedly searching for immortals to visit the Tao, and I entered the secret realm. I saw the ancient illusion, and my heart was full, but then..."

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Lao Dao's expression is uncertain:

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"Do you know what it was like before the ancient times when the Immortal Dao was prosperous?"

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Yang Yu's heart moved slightly:

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"It doesn't seem as good as expected..."

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"In the ancient times in our imagination, the immortals were detached from the world, and they traveled to the North Sea in the dark and blue, regardless of the world, eating and drinking dew, leaving the world and being independent, but..."

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Lao Dao's expression is complicated:

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"In that era when the immortal way was prosperous, one side of the immortal gate could shepherd and guard many countries, and trillions of sentient beings lived with their breath.

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There are immortal gates above, evil demons run rampant below, and at night, there are hundreds of ghosts walking at night, everyone is like grass, everyone is like a walking corpse..."

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After a long sigh, Zhang Laodao closed his eyes:

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"Do you know why me mortals could exist in that era..."

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Yang Prison was silent for a moment. In fact, in the fantasy world of 'Earth Returns to Reality' in the Tianhai Realm, he had faint contact:

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"Ritual."

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"good."

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Lao Dao's eyes became sharp:

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"The mortal world is not the mortal world, and the human world is not the human world. In those immortal gates, where my generation is located, it is also called 'pasture'!"1

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"Ranch..." 1

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Yang prison chewed on the word.

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He remembered that in Wang Muzhi's mention, this Long Yuandao seemed to be one of the 'Yin Si Ranch'...

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"Martial Dao, compared to Immortal Dao, has countless shortcomings. Even if martial arts are great, they are only comparable to supernatural powers. The way forward is slim, or even broken and dead..." 1

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Lao Dao's expression was a little dazed. After a while, he woke up from his memory:

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"However, if there will be a day in the future that the world will change dramatically, a group of demons will dance in the world, the mountain demon wood will laugh proudly at the mountains and forests, and a hundred ghosts will travel the world every day.

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Martial arts, will it be the only foundation for ordinary people of my generation? ”7

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Silence!

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The hidden worries in his heart about the change of the sky were torn open, and Yang Yu's heart sank involuntarily.

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Whether it is in the theory of tides or in the files he collected from other places, it all heralds the imminent change of the sky.

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As Zhang Laodao said, if there really is that day...

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"We can't always rely on the conscience of others, right?"

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Lao Dao restrained his thoughts and took out a yellowed leather roll:

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"Your martial arts have become a system, and you have read a lot of books in Hanging Mountain. There is not much that Lao Dao can teach you. On this sheepskin scroll, there is Lao Dao's experience of martial arts and the method of keeping precepts, which may be of some use to you. …”

"Thank you real person."

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Yang Yu got up and took it with both hands, only to feel that the thin sheepskin was as heavy as a mountain.

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Gu Yun

"It's not an old man who broke his promise and didn't want to give you the Sword of Seven Tribulations."

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Zhang Laodao stroked his long beard:

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"You probably have to take the four steps of becoming an immortal. Compared to you, the method of keeping the precepts is better than the Seven Tribulations Sword, and..."

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In the second half of the sentence, Lao Dao did not point it out, but Yang Yu naturally knew it.

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In this fantasy world, he can take anything, but the Seven Tribulations Sword alone, no way.

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It's not that the old Taoist doesn't allow it, but that in the future, the hanging mountain will definitely not allow an outsider to take the patriarch to accompany the troops.

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"The Seven Tribulations Sword is good, but if the younger generation uses a sword, naturally they won't be greedy." 1

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Yang Yu patted the long blade on his waist.

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Although limited by the material, this two-edged sword is still at the ten-forged level, but it has all kinds of blessings and blessings, which is not inferior to any Hundred Refinements Divine Weapon. 1

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"Fenghao's Dao Fruit, you should also take it with you. Although this flying sand and stone is not the best magical power, but you don't need it, you can exchange it with the right person for something useful..."

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Lao Dao was quite generous, and took out a gray stone sculpture from his sleeve.

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Yang Yu did not refuse, thanked him, accepted it, and asked:

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"The younger generation has doubts about keeping the precepts, and I hope the real person will give guidance..."

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He actually has the law of keeping the precepts. Yu Fengxian once gave him a law of keeping the precepts that was treasured by the Longyuan Palace, but he didn't want to do it rashly until he thought about the pros and cons thoroughly.

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"Keep the precepts..."

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Lao Dao pondered for a while, then said, "How much do you know about keeping the precepts?"

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Yang Yu replied without hesitation:

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"Heaven and man collide, and the gods lose me." 2

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"what?"

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Lao Dao's spirit trembled slightly, and his eyes filled with surprise: "I see you walking, sitting, and lying down. You don't look like you were born in a sect, but you don't want to have an opinion, but you are unique..."

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When Lao Dao asked, Yang Yu naturally knew everything.

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Over the years, he has carefully collected information about the law of keeping the precepts. Although it is not comprehensive, he is not ignorant.

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Some of the records made Zhang Laodao tsk tsk tsk amazement. This is obviously information from later generations.

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"You're right, the method of keeping the precepts is not a method used by immortals and Buddhas to bind themselves, but a secret method created by "immortals and gods losing me"..."

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After a little thought, Lao Dao replied:

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"But things in the world can't be perfect. No matter what the reason for this 'precepts' was created, in the final analysis, there are advantages and disadvantages."

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After a pause, he said again: "The pros and cons are naturally for those immortals and Buddhas in ancient times..."

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As a true Taoist who has spent most of his life searching for immortals to visit Tao, Lao Tao naturally has a very deep understanding of the law of keeping precepts.

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In his opinion, this method of keeping the precepts is really wonderful, although the original intention was that the immortals and Buddhas wanted to maintain their original mind and not be smashed by the heavens and the earth.

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But as a result, the immortal Buddha himself was also bound.

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"If you hold the **** precept, then you must not violate the precept for the rest of your life. Otherwise, if you keep the precept for many years, it will be all in vain, and you will most likely fall into the calamity of 'losing yourself'..." 2

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Having said that, Lao Dao glanced at Yang Yu:

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"You probably think it's a bondage, but if people don't have restraint, how are they different from wild animals?"

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"Lost me..."

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Yang Prison stood still for a long time before he bowed: "The younger generation has been taught..."

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"go Go."

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Lao Dao waved his hands, saying goodbye.

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only……

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"Junior, there is one more ruthless request..."

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Yang Yu carefully put away the parchment scroll, and bowed slightly: "Please give me some advice..."

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"Teach me?"

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Suspicion appeared in Lao Dao's eyes: "Are you confused?" 6

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"..."

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Yang Yu coughed lightly, took a few steps back, pressed the knife with his five fingers, and bowed slightly:

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"Learning from Yang Prison at the end of the future generations, please let Zhenren Zhang give you some advice!"

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At this moment, Yang Prison's aura changed, instead of rising excitedly, but slowly falling, this is because all the magical powers were absorbed into his soul by him.

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The ceremony of Long Yuanjian was the reason why he had to come to this day to compare himself. 1

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"you……"

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Lao Dao wiped his oily palm with his sleeve robe~www.readwn.com~ was a little surprised: 5

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"Is it a ceremony?"

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"The sky has changed..."

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A sword shot up and down, sending the interesting juniors from later generations, and the sloppy old man walked out of the hall slowly and leisurely. 10

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Behind him, the great hall built of bluestone became dim until it disappeared.

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Lao Dao walked slowly to the edge of the cliff. As far as he could see, the surging clouds and mist became thinner, and the cold wind gradually stopped...

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The mountains in the distance, the cities farther away, the people, birds and beasts that should have been on the mountains gradually lost their breath.

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Once upon a time, at this moment, he would hear Andaoren's unwilling and manic roar, but at this moment, the world was completely quiet.

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Gradually into the chaotic illusion, all things are gone, only the old Taoist uses his sleeve robe to fill the wind and walks alone...

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"I really want to go to the next world to have a look..."

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Lying on his side on the edge of the cliff, holding his cheeks with his hands, the sloppy old Taoist yawned longly, saying goodbye to the dissipated illusion, and wishing himself:

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"Nice dream!"