The Great Tao Chronicle

A thousand years at a glance.

Those eyes were warm and calm, and they were as deep as a sea of ​​abyss, and they instantly occupied An Qisheng's entire perspective.

At this moment, An Qisheng only felt that this light took over his entire world!

How could he find my existence?

I don't even know what state I'm in now, how could he find out?

How can this be?

According to his speculation, his ability is only to be able to contact the spiritual imprints left by all living beings in the past and present, and to understand their state at that time.

How could it be discovered?

Could it be that I made a mistake in my calculations, that my spirit can really cross the boundaries of the ages and dream for thousands of years?

Did you really come to a thousand years ago?

An Qisheng's heart was beating wildly, turning back and forth a thousand times at a time, and countless thoughts came to him.

For a time, my heart was numb.

It's not that his mind is not firm enough, it's just that this scene is too shocking.

Thankfully, the person I met was a saint like Wang Yangming. If he was an unparalleled devil, wouldn't he be in danger?

"Maybe he didn't find me? No, no, I can feel that he is looking at me..."

An Qisheng made up his mind and reluctantly restrained his cluttered mind.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak in this state, he wanted to show up, but he couldn't show up in this state.

Can only stare blankly.

We really met across the millennia. It seems like a refutation, but it really happened.

Inside the flickering window paper, the figure moved.

squeak~

The window opened at once, and the breeze blew into the house, flickering like a bean lamp.

At this time, An Qisheng finally saw the true face of this first-class person of the ages, the last saint of Daxuan.

He wears simple clothes, his body is a little thin under the brown shirt, and his long gray hair is tied with a wooden hairpin. On his clean face, his facial features are ordinary. Only those pair of eyes, in this night, in An Qisheng's perspective.

Like the sun and the moon, like the vast ocean, like the boundless universe.

Unfathomable.

When he saw him, An Qisheng's heart completely calmed down, like the warm sun shining on his body in winter, he was comfortable, peaceful and relaxed.

The deeds of this Yangming sage resurfaced in my mind.

It was recorded in the unofficial history that the spirit of this Mr. Yang Ming has already reached the realm of the sages of ancient times, and he can even predict the fate of the country and spy on the future.

If this is true...

"The seventh realm, this must be the seventh realm!"

An Qisheng was enlightened.

"It turned out to be a little friend."

The breeze blew through the ends of his hair, Wang Yangming nodded slightly, and his eyes were fixed on An Qisheng, as if he really saw this 'guest' from later generations.

His eyes were clear, without the slightest curiosity, only a touch of joy.

"He doesn't seem to be surprised by my presence..."

An Qisheng turned his thoughts in his mind.

He wanted to speak, but he himself was just an illusory and unknowable thing at this time, and he couldn't master such advanced skills as pronunciation.

But he didn't want to, but Wang Yangming at the table in the room seemed to hear An Qisheng's thoughts and replied:

"My little friend's heart is far away from me, but it's not surprising that you can come to see me."

"There is no reason outside my heart, there is nothing outside my heart, all things in the world are in my heart. When you are in the future, I will not have you in my heart. When you come, you will be at ease in my heart."

Wang Yangming looked calm:

"I can't see, I can't hear, I can't perceive, have you never been here? Didn't you exist?"

But little friend, don't panic too much, I know you are here, but it doesn't mean I can hurt you.

"Mr. Yang Ming can hear my heart?"

An Qi's heart beats a little when he recovers.

What Wang Yangming said seemed to be aimless, but it actually pointed out the many thoughts and doubts that had turned around in his mind before.

"It is not difficult to understand if you think about it with one heart and learn with one heart. Communication between people requires language, words, and heart-to-heart communication, but it doesn't need these."

Wang Yangming's voice sounded.

But An Qisheng found that when his voice sounded, he didn't speak at all, and it wasn't a voice!

This seems to be somewhat similar to the legendary Buddha's supernatural power of mind.

"Supernatural powers? What are supernatural powers? Walking, sitting, lying down, and all the seemingly habitual things, if few people can do it, is it also supernatural powers?"

Wang Yangming stood up at some point and paced slowly in the room.

It wasn't until he stood up that An Qisheng saw that the saint's body was already very weak, and his steps were staggering.

If you just look at this scene, you are really an ordinary old man.

But in An Qisheng's sense, the old man's body exudes a pure light that makes people unable to look directly.

The light of the mind?

A word suddenly popped out of An Qisheng's heart.

"It's not easy for you and I to meet each other, but there is a predestined relationship. I know a lot in your heart. If you have any questions, I may be able to answer them."

The old man walked slowly and difficultly, as if every step took a lot of energy.

So much so that when he spoke, he was out of breath.

Such a state, appearing in a being who is very likely to step into the road ahead, is extremely incredible.

Inadvertently, An Qisheng thought of what Xue Zheng once said.

Heaven and earth can carry the hearts of saints, but worldly resources can't support the old man's body in the world?

Does that mean that the higher the realm, the shorter the existence?

Then, from ancient times to the present, countless arrogant people have pursued the way forward, aren't they seeking their own death?

"I......."

An Qisheng was trembling in his heart.

From Daoist Juechen, Xue Zheng, Mu Longcheng, the great masters he has seen, needless to say good and evil, all of them are unparalleled figures who have reached the limit.

If you let them know the way forward that they are trying so hard to pursue, if it really is a dead end.

So what?

"Chao Wendao, you can die in the evening."

As soon as An Qisheng's thoughts started, the old man stopped, his warm eyes fell into the courtyard, with a sigh:

"I know all your doubts, and I can answer all your doubts."

"The road ahead may not be as good as you think, and perhaps, this road should not be left behind.

But I continue to be a saint, but I have to teach a new saint to be..."

The old man pushed open the door ~www.novelmt.com~ and walked into the courtyard, where the night wind blew through the branches.

The sound of 'whoosh' and the voice of the old man entered An Qisheng's heart together:

"An old tree is towering to the sky, and its roots are deeper. If the roots reach the center of the earth, even if the sky is infinite, the branches and leaves cannot reach higher..."

"You have to remember..."

Under the old tree, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, but his thin body was incomparably tall in An Qisheng's heart, almost equal to the sky:

"go Go!"

As the old man flicked his sleeves, An Qisheng could only see from the perspective that the heaven and the earth were melting, the ancient city was collapsing, the house, the old tree, the lights, the old man...

They disappeared one by one.

shuh~

In the small hotel next to the train station, An Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from a dream.

"Huh..."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a foul breath.

After calming down, he picked up the yellowed ancient scroll that was spread out in front of him. The ancient scroll was still there, but the spiritual imprint on it had dissipated.

"Mr. Yangming, you haven't said anything yet..."

An Qisheng smiled bitterly.

You said you could solve my confusion, but you said...

From his perspective, the spiritual imprint he captured has disappeared.

This means that it is impossible for him to visit Mr. Yang Ming in his dreams again and again.

"Mr. Yang Ming said that he wanted to clear up my doubts. With a character like him, there is absolutely no way he could lie to me..."

An Qisheng felt something, and unconsciously rubbed the ancient scroll in his palm:

"So......."

Looking down at the yellowish ancient writing on the ancient scroll, a strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart:

Is this book left to me by Mr. Yang Ming? ! !

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