Zhutian Avenue

Naturally, An Qisheng entered the city not because of the yelling of the donkey, nor was it a whim.

Rather, just a glimpse in the midair, you can feel the unusual aura changes in this city.

Dreamland.

The people of this city, and even the city itself, do not exist in reality, only the manifestation of dreams.

However, the divine will of the people who created this city is superb, and everything created by his thoughts is almost real.

In this city, from humans and beasts to vegetation and dust, none of them is false.

For all those who don't know enough, this is true.

Because the world of all flesh and blood creatures is the world of cognition where all senses converge, even if it is Tuba and Ram Yan, because cognition is crushed, there is no flaw in it.

But it is naturally impossible to hide it from him.

"Oh?"

The old man in the hat raised his head slightly, a pair of dark and old eyes filled with waves, and then he shook his head: "Proving Dao in my dream is my path to the Buddha. I dare not talk about ‘Tao’ with this little monk."

As he said, the old man drank his glass of wine and showed it with an empty glass.

‘Demonstration in a dream...’

Tuba's heart was shocked.

Proving the Tao in a dream can be described as thunderous in the world of spiritual practice.

According to legend, this method of proving Dao in the dream is the method of enlightenment of the "Brahma Sage" in the legend!

This old man in the hat is actually a monk from Xumi Mountain?

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly. There were ripples in it, and the wine smelled, and he drank it without hesitation.

"It is indeed good wine, but the great monk is a good taste."

His eyes were clear, and it was faintly visible that there was a magnificent flash of light in it. The cultivation base of this old monk seemed to be much more brilliant than that of Qing Wushu.

The cultivation of xinxing is especially surpassed, the light is apparent, but the breath is not leaked.

It seems to be in front of you, but not in front of you.

Unreal and real.

Putting down the cup, An Qisheng nodded slightly: "However, I heard that there are precepts in Xumi Mountain. The monk is breaking precepts."

This city is illusory, and this wine is not real, but its color and taste are all first-class. Even An Qisheng has to admit that it tastes good.

The color, taste and taste are all true to the truth, so that even An Qisheng who sees through all of this can also feel the taste of the wine.

"My Buddha is jealous of all kinds of desires but never destroys human nature. Eating **** is the root of human beings. Even if I know it, I don't care about it."

The old man with the hat smiled faintly, but he raised his hand and took off the hat: "Not to mention the old monk, I have never really drunk."

This is an old monk who is slightly dry and thin, with a face like a dry tree, deep wrinkles, and only a pair of eyes, which are very bright despite the vicissitudes of life.

There seemed to be a piercing power in the hearts of the people, Tuba glanced at it, and his heart throbbed.

"Ugh?"

Tuba was shocked and suspicious, and suddenly heard an exclamation from Cai Xiaobai in his arms: "It's gone, it's all gone!"

"what?"

Tuba was stunned, and then his pupils shrank.

I saw that there were not many guests on the fifth floor, and I didn't know when they all disappeared!

And what disappears together is the murmur in the ears.

The whole world suddenly fell silent. Between heaven and earth, for a time, only the voices of each other were left.

I couldn't help but feel chills.

"Door!"

At this time, the exclamation of Ram Yan was accompanied by the loud cry of the big donkey.

This little old man rode on a donkey and crashed directly into the fifth floor, seemingly shocked: "This city, this city has ghosts! I..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Ram Yan's skin stiffened, and he entered through the broken window, but fell right in front of the old monk, and was swept away by his eyes.

More than Ram Yan?

Tuba and Cai Xiaobai, and even the big donkey whose saliva flew out with wide open mouth, all lost their voices for a while, seeming to be the people in the painting.

It looks weird.

An Qisheng smiled, as if he didn't care about the status of a few people, and didn't argue with him. With a slight movement of his fingers holding the wine glass, he also raised the glass:

"It's not impolite to come and go, and the great monk has a drink with me."

"Ok?"

The old monk's long white eyebrows twitched, and his eyes fell into the cup, only to see that the white jade-like cup contains its own wine, which is virtual and solid, slowly rippling.

He was a little surprised.

This city is a corner of the pure land in his heart. Although it is no different from the outside world, it is actually two worlds.

Without his permission, anyone who enters this city will lose their original cognition. Even if it is not much different from his cultivation level, it is absolutely impossible to use magical powers in it.

This person is clearly.....

After thinking about it in my mind, and then raising his eyebrows, the wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to stretch:

"I thought that Daoist was just a strong body and self-reliant, but I didn't want Daoist to be a good player. The little monk's minimal tricks, but it is laughable and generous."

After all, the old monk didn't care if there was a problem with the drink in the glass, so he drank it all.

Drinking, dropping a glass, An Qisheng smiled faintly, his eyes were dark but without a smile: "Although it is immature, it is not a generous smile."

To outline a virtual city with his mind is naturally nothing to An Qisheng, but the city cast by this old monk is no different from reality.

If the old monk leaves here, without any means, this city can truly turn the imaginary into reality under the support of the spirit.

Such supernatural powers were enough to make him face it.

unfortunately......

"Heh~"

The old monk raised his eyebrows, then lowered his eyes, folded his hands on his chest, and lightly recited the Buddha's name, saying:

"There is no one in the old monks, so I dare to ask the daoists how to call them, where they learned from, where is the fairy mountain, what do they learn, and where do they worship?"

"No one in Brahma?!"

An Qisheng hadn't spoken yet, but Ram Yan, who had been frozen for a long time, lost his voice in amazement, looking at the old monk in front of him, his face twitched violently:

"You, you are Brahma Buddhism, the master of Brahma Buddhism is no one?! You, are you still alive??"

Brahma without one!

Looking at the old monk in front of him, Gong Yang Yan's heart turned a huge wave. This name is more than thunderous to him, and even the practitioners of the Northwest Road?

The Brahma Buddhism has dominated the Northwest Dao for more than ten thousand years, but these ten thousand years are by no means the pinnacle of the Buddhism, and it is even a great decline!

The splendor of the Brahma Buddhism, even before the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is a true master of the world!

According to legend, before the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the world was dim, and all beings were sinking. At this time, the wind was surging, and there were great heroes fighting against each other to compete for the "Xia Ding".

Among them, there is the Great Zhou Taizu known as the'Emperor'.

The great ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty started at the end of the Wei Dynasty, holding a panlong stick, hitting the three thousand military states in the south, and setting the foundation of the Great Zhou for 30,000 years, endless glory.

The Brahma Buddhism is one of the twenty-eight ways of Fudi Court set by the Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At its most glorious time, it governed the nineteen states of Great Zhou, which can be called under the imperial court and above the ten thousand sects!

And the Taoist master at that time was Brahma Wuyi!

This is an old antique that has experienced the change of dynasties, overthrew Daxia, and competed for the best in the world!

"No one in Brahma..."

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and Ram Yan knew it, so naturally he didn't know it.

Even know more.

When the Brahma Buddhism was at its peak, it was once known as the king of all sects, only under the imperial court, but this glory did not last long.

It was accompanied by the disappearance of Brahma Wuyi, who pushed the Brahma Buddhism to the top.

It was prosperous and decayed. Once in charge of the Nineteen Dao of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Brahma Martial Dao of the king of all sects, now, even the border roads are almost insecure.

"The Brahma Buddhism..."

Fan Wuyi muttered to himself first, and then sighed: "Thirty thousand years of red dust has changed, does anyone remember this name? He said that it is true forever, hehe..."

"You, are you really the master of Brahma Buddhism?"

Ram Yan staggered back a few steps, feeling a little shocked: "But it is said that you are already, how could you..."

He didn't believe it.

Characters like Fanwuyi certainly have the ability to live for a long time, but longevity is not immortality, even if it is a great monk, death will disappear.

This is the rule of heaven and earth, no one can violate it.

Not to mention, if the Brahma is all dead, how could he sit back and watch the Brahma martial arts have fallen to the same level as it is today.

"How about life and death?"

Fan Yi didn't seem to care, he only glanced at this veteran Taoist who is not sure enough to be four feet tall, then turned to An Qisheng: "Friends?"

An Qisheng converged his mind and responded calmly: "Poor Dao Hongxuan, learn to surrender to Yangshan and mix with him."

"Shouyang Mountain? It doesn't seem to be a famous mountain holy place..."

Fan Wuyi frowned slightly, seemingly unheard of, and couldn't help but shook his head: "The little monk is ignorant."

"It's not surprising that the little sect ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the big monk doesn't know it."

An Qisheng's expression remained as usual, he didn't seem to be surprised by the identity of the old monk, and he didn't care whether he knew the sect, just raised his cup again, and said:

"There is a lot of harassment this time, so I'll leave."

"Ok?"

Fan Wu's eyes condensed, as if he didn't expect the man in front of him to say this.

But then he smiled and said, "Why should fellow Daoists come and go in a hurry? After coming to the city, why not leave a few more people and sit and talk about Taoism, it's a pleasure in the world!"

"No, no."

An Qisheng just shook his head: "I can't wait to pass by, there are still important things to do, but it's not good to delay it."

"Not busy, not busy."

Fan Wuyi also shook his head, his skinny face smiled unabated: "If you have anything to do with fellow Taoists, you might as well chat with the little monk, maybe you will gain..."

'This......'

Seeing the words in front of him, like an old monk who tried to keep his friends for many years, Gong Yang Yan couldn't help but trembled.

Vaguely felt bad.

The Big Donkey and Tuba, who sneaked to the side, were even more numb in their hearts, and their hairs were going to stand up.

This, this is obviously wrong...

boom!

Sure enough, in the next instant, in the heart of a few people, the old monk dropped his cup again and his smile disappeared, replaced by a deep indifference:

"Friends, really want to leave?"

His voice is neither high nor low, and there is no other power in it, but the hearts of Tuba, Gong Yang Yan and others are cold, and they only feel that an icy breath envelopes every inch of void around them.

"Even if the true body of Brahma is here, I will leave if I want to, and stay as long as I want."

An Qisheng's expression remained the same as before, looking at the old monk sitting across the table, his tone was as plain as smoke, and his eyes were as deep as seas:

"A lonely soul obsessed, and want to keep someone?"