Chapter 609 The Second Saint

Chapter 659 The Second Saint

Dark clouds are far away, the stars are dotted, the moonlight is falling, the low mountain is very quiet, and everything seems to have happened.

Ye Fan came to the old tree step by step. This ancient pine is at least more than 4,000 years old. The trunk is hollow, the pine needles are sparse, and it is about to die.

At the root of the tree, there is a blue stone, which is less than 1.67 meters long, just like the old Taoist priest's body. It is very flat and a little extraordinary.

"I occasionally sleep under the pine tree with a high pillow stone. There are no days in the mountains, and the cold doesn't know the year..."

Ye Fan was stunned. This old Taoist is still alive. He has become a mulberry field several times in the world. He sighed how old he has lived?!

He strode to the back of the small Taoist temple, came to the loess grave, and operated the source of heaven to observe. At this moment, he shivered.

Under the loess, the tattered Taoist clothes are still there, and the old wooden hairpin is still lying. It has never moved at all, and is still in its original position.

"How could it be like this..." Ye Fan was a little hairy in his heart. Obviously, he had already turned into a Taoist and no longer existed, but why did he see his figure again just now?

Just now, it was an illusion. Dark clouds appeared, the old Taoist priest manifested, and then disappeared inexplicably. It was very real. Those words still seemed to echo.

"It's not a residual imprint of consciousness, because I heard the real voice." Ye Fan returned to the front of the view and walked on the low mountain, and he was very puzzled.

The night is like water, and everything is silent. Except for the night birds singing, there is no special sound. You can't feel the breath of strangers, let alone the fluctuation of divine power.

His heart was full of doubts, but there was no way to solve them. In the end, he had to continue to meditated. He believed that no matter what a strong man was, he should have meant no harm to him.

Ye Fan lived in seclusion here, and more than half a month passed in a flash. He sat quietly in front of the Taoist temple every day and realized the Tao silently.

This is a pure land that returns to nature, far away from the hustle and bustle, but there is no auspicious atmosphere. Everything is very natural, like an elegant ink painting.

Occasionally, the woodcutter sings during the day, and sometimes the hunter will chase some beasts from the depths of the mountains and roar the mountains. Ye Fan's heart is ethereal and tastes all this.

These days, he has captured a strange Taoist trace, the spirit of the dwarf mountain. Before taking the dragon marrow, he already has a mysterious feeling, both physically and mentally.

"The land of transformation is the divine land of the world. If it is learned by a certain major religion, it will immediately occupy it, set up a heavenly array, and become a forbidden place that outsiders can't get involved in."

Another late night came, and the dark clouds rolled, almost to the top of the mountain. It was dark without five fingers. In a short time, the lightning flashed and thundered, and the heavy rain poured down.

There is a rain curtain between heaven and earth. Ye Fan stood in the Taoist temple and watched the world in the rain. Occasionally, there was an electric light across the dark night sky, but in an instant, he saw a bright rain world.

"Boom!"

The lightning splits randomly, and in an instant, more than a hundred silver rays appeared in the world, running through the sky and the earth. The endless heavy rain poured down, and the mountains in the water were bright in an instant.

But then, it fell into boundless darkness, the lightning disappeared, only the heavy rain poured, and nothing else could be seen. In the terrible late night, a person was independent, and there was an abnormal atmosphere.

"Boom!"

Another thunder, hundreds of golden snakes flying, making the vast world blazing, and the peaks in the distance are clearly visible.

"That's..."

Ye Fan stood in front of the window and suddenly changed his color. He saw the old Taoist man again, still in his tattered Taoist clothes, with a wooden hairpin inserted between his bun.

At this time, he sat cross-legged in the heavy night sky, opened his mouth, and thousands of electric lights disappeared into his mouth.

"Boom!"

The heavy rain fell like a waterfall, the world was full of water, and the lightning was even more intense. This time, thousands of lightning fell, and thousands of them fell together.

"So much lightning is comparable to a disaster..." Ye Fan said to himself.

However, to his surprise, the old Taoist was still the same action. When he opened his mouth and inhaled, thousands of lightning disappeared in an instant, all of which rushed into his mouth.

"This is too... perverted!"

Ye Fan changed his color. After several disasters, he could resist and was not afraid, but he had to pay a price. When his body was often split, how could he suck it all in one bite like an old Taoist?

This is like a fantasy. There is no trace of lightning falling, and it is all sucked into his body by his mouth. It's not like a natural disaster, but like sucking water.

"Boom!"

Endless thunder fell, the sky and the earth were white, all kinds of thunderstorms came one after another, the earth, fire, wind and water disaster came to the world, and there were also chaotic thunders.

And at the top, there is an ancient Tianque emerging, and some human-shaped lightning are intertwined and splitting in the sky.

"Can you swallow such a big disaster?" Ye Fan did not believe that the series of such disasters had reached an unimaginable situation.

He has seen the Tianque formed by lightning, and there is a humanoid electric light moving, but he has not experienced it. He knows that there is endless terror, and it will definitely turn into ashes.

However, at this time, the old Taoist was still the same, with heavy rain and lightning drowning the sky. He just opened his mouth and sucked all the thunder into his mouth.

"Is this... still a human?"

Ye Fan was covered with cold hair. When he crossed the disaster, he fought against the heavenly disaster. The endless thunder finally dissipated between heaven and earth, and the old man did not let go of a trace and absorbed it all of it.

This is frightening. It can't be tricked. There is no reason, especially the Tianque formed by lightning, and the human-shaped thunder, how terrible it is, but it has also been swallowed.

The old Taoist appeared in front of the Taoist temple out of thin air, so fast that he could not understand it. The thunder in his mouth was infinite, turned into an elixir, slid into his abdomen, and his whole body was shining, and then dim and ordinary.

Ye Fan was stunned. This old Taoist is really terrible. Did he turn those thunderstorms into elixirs?

Between heaven and earth, the lightning disappeared, only the heavy rain, the rain curtain fell in the dark night sky, and the sound of water everywhere.

Ye Fan remained motionless and looked at the old Taoist quietly. He was afraid that as soon as he made a sound, he would suddenly disappear like last time.

"The sea turns into dust for tens of thousands of autumns, Taoism turns yellow hair and worries for thousands of years, a dream is thousands of years, where to swim on the rugged fairy road..."

The old Taoist murmured, sat on the blue stone, motionless, and integrated into the night rain of heaven and earth. There was no brilliance, and there was no magic power. The raindrops fell on his body, but the clothes were not wet.

This is definitely a great man. Ye Fan was shocked. He felt that he might have met a saint!

He thought that there was only one old madman in the world who was sanctified. He never thought that there was also one in Zhongzhou. What he said was unpredictable, and his realm was immeasurable.

"Senior..."

He walked into the heavy rain and called softly, very pious and respectful, but the old man did not move and closed his eyes like a stone.

Ye Fan was careful and tried to sense, and found that the thin old man was sitting on the bluestone, close at hand, but could not sense his existence.

"No, it's not a spiritual brand, but there is no entity..." He was shocked, because at this time, Yuan Tianshen's eyes opened, which was a virtual shadow.

Suddenly, the old man stood up and walked straight this way. He was shocked, but there was no action. If a saint wanted to take action, all the masters in the world could not stop him except the old madman.

"brush"

The old Taoist man went straight to the Taoist temple, touched it with him, scattered like air, rushed past, and then slowly disappeared.

"It's not a real person, he's still... dead." Ye Fan was in a daze.

Then, he carefully inspected the low mountain in the heavy rain and found a lot of magnetic rocks, which was an iron mine.

"Yes, I see..."

He thought of the reports he saw at the other end of the starry sky. There were figures in the ancient tomb, and there were ancient soldiers fighting in the Grand Canyon, and everything was as if it were real.

In fact, all these pictures are just reproductions of the past. Magnetic rock bodies in nature can play back these "past events" under specific conditions.

Ye Fan was extremely sorry that he had lost contact with an ancient saint. Only two years later, he could not see this man's Taoist road to an incredible situation.

Refining the heavenly disaster into an elixir, this method is not even recorded in the ancient books. It can be imagined what kind of situation he has gone to. It is the heavenly disaster that interweaves the ancient heavenly court, and the terrible degree is unimaginable!

"A saint sits here silently. No one knows, and none of the five major domains know. In addition to the old madman, there is also a saint in Zhongzhou..."

Ye Fan sighed that this may be the real master. There is no such ambition to dominate the world. With such unrivaled cultivation, no one knows and sits in the mountains.

"This is the realm of saints!"

In contrast, other monks are far behind. Such a person has long looked at the world and has nothing to remember. He only has a heart to seek immortals.

Ye Fan's insight is the virtual shadow queen, and he pays more attention to it. If he can see all kinds of practices of the old Taoist, it will definitely be a great opportunity.

Time is in a hurry. Two months later, Ye Fan is still practicing, silently understanding the Tao, refining the dragon marrow, and the breakthrough is imminent. It may cause a disaster in the near future.

However, in the past few days, it was difficult for him to calm down, because he saw a few more pictures and got an amazing message.

When the old Taoist priest said to himself, he mentioned the nine secrets. He was born in an ancient family and mastered a secret!

Of course, it's just a few words, which is not enough to prove that Ye Fan is connected through all kinds of clues, which is the result of his speculation, and it is not necessarily true.

But even so, there are still waves in his heart. The nine secrets have almost broken the inheritance, and there are only three or four kinds in the world. Now it is important to accidentally get a secret clue in Zhongzhou.

"The Cai family, there is no such an ancient family in Zhongzhou..." Ye Fan said to himself that before coming to Zhongzhou, he had carefully studied the situation of major forces, but there was no Cai family.

"Is it a hermit family?"

"Or, the Cai family that was at its peak ten thousand years ago, but suddenly declined and disappeared?"

In the past few days, there are thunder clouds in the sky from time to time, and Ye Fan feels that he may take that step.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. He saw the figure of the old Taoist again, but he had only seen it five or six times before and after, and he paid special attention to it.

"If only I could hear him read a Taoist formula or recite one of the nine secrets."

Ye Fan prayed, but he knew that it was almost impossible. After the old Taoist sat down, he didn't leave a word, which was enough to see his mentality. It was really too detached.

"What's going on in the world, gains and losses will not be postponed. It's suitable for drinking in the middle hall at home, and I've seen it for eight thousand years..."

The old Taoist had a trace of sadness this time. Unlike in the past, he walked in a gloomy detour for three weeks, then looked up to the west, and finally came to the back of the Taoist temple.

"His tone... Why is it like this? How does it look like he's going to be going to death?"

Ye Fan's heart was shocked. This old Taoist lived at least 8,000 years and had been away from home for eight thousand years, which was a little scary!

must be a saint, and there will never be a mistake, otherwise there can never be such longevity, and it is the peak of the middle.

The old Taoist found an open space behind the small Taoist temple, dug a pit, calmly and naturally, walked in step by step, and buried himself.

This coincides with the original loess grave and is the same place.

"Come and go without a trace, and go with the time of coming. There is no need to ask more about floating life, only this floating life is a dream..." These are the last few words of the old Taoist, which turned into words and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"This... is the ancient saint!" Ye Fan can only sigh these words. RO