Chapter 150: Taoist sentiment

In the vast valley, tens of thousands of monks sat there, and the arrival of Luo Yang and other Tian Jianzong disciples did not attract much attention. The news of the world of Fusang God Tree has already spread throughout the Tianwu Shenzhou. Every day, there are many monks who come to realize this. No one will feel strange.
After the eyes swept over the many monks, Luo Yang’s eyes fell on the towering tower of the gods. With his eyes flashing, Luo Yang’s body suddenly stopped at a distance from the Fusang tree, and there was no peace. Like most Tianjian disciples, they continue to approach the tree of gods, but straddle directly in an open place, with no signs of moving forward.
"Well? What is this kid doing?"
Above the valley, the top of the mountain, Li Shan's gaze looked at Luo Yang, who was sitting in the tens of thousands of monks, and his eyes were full of doubts.
Because the closer to the tree, the more likely the enlightenment is, the more monks who come here are all moving closer to the tree of God. Even if they are repaired as monks who are no longer good, they will try their best to cultivate themselves. Under the limit distance, I felt meditation. Like Luo Yang, I was sitting directly on the monk outside Baizhang. I am afraid that among the tens of thousands of monks, I was the first person.
"Li Daoyou, who is the noble Taoist Chen Jian? It really is an extraordinary talent, quite a style of the head." Opposite Lishan, an old man wearing a daobi eyes from the bottom of Chen Jian Sweeping, said with a smile and a smile.
"Lv Daoyou, you have won the prize, and the repair of Zhang Kongming's Taoist priest, far more than Chen Jian, is afraid that it is already going to reach Danyang..."
After pressing the doubts in his heart, Li Shan smiled as usual, but his eyes were swept away from the four disciples who were closest to the hibiscus tree below, the young man wearing a yin and yang suit.
When Lishan and other team leaders talked and laughed, the Luoyang below suddenly moved, and after moving closer to the distance of several tens of feet, he stopped again at a distance of one hundred feet from the Fusang tree.
"Sure enough, as I guessed it..." After the twinkling of the eyes, Luo Yang slowly sat down and his face was indulged.
When he first came to this valley, in the Qiankun bag, the wood carvings given by the old man before, suddenly there was a warm current flowing. Although it was fleeting, it was still felt by Luo Yang.
According to Luo Yang’s previous test, the closer the wood carving is to the sacred sacred tree, the warmth on it is even more obvious. Although it is only sitting outside the Baizhang, but above the woodcarving, it is already a faint red. Light emerges.
"Before I still have doubts in my heart, it seems that the old man is not an ordinary mortal. His cultivation is probably beyond my perception, and even has reached the point of horror..."
After taking a deep breath, Luo Yang’s heart silently thought about the thing with the old man. If the other party rescued himself, it should not be malicious. At the moment, the wood carving he gave is actually so different, which makes Luo Yang’s heart inevitably somewhat puzzled.
"This woodcarving, I have checked it over and over again, but I have not found any extraordinary. But at the moment, it is obvious that it is not a thing. It is just that the appearance of this tree hibiscus, and the change of this woodcarving is a coincidence or... If it is a coincidence, then if not, then the emergence of this mulberry tree is no longer just an accident, even..."
In Luo Yang’s mind, one thought flashed quickly. The more carefully he thought about it, the more shocked Luo Yang’s heart was. After a moment, Luo Yang slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the thoughts in his eyes disappeared and replaced with a firm color.
"In any case, I will observe it for a while now. Even if the old man is not malicious, there are so many monks here. If you let them know the existence of this woodcarving, it is also a great disaster for me."
After making a reservation, Luo Yang’s heart gradually relaxed. When he looked at the front, he suddenly found the distance of 30 feet of the tree. At this moment, he was no longer sitting on the four figures, but became five. Road. The one that comes out is Chen Jian!
In addition to Chen Jian, most of the Tianjianzong disciples have already sat down. They are basically located at a distance of fifty or sixty feet from Fusang Shenshu. The most unfortunate is also within eighty feet. Outside Baizhang, there is only one Luoyang.
For these, Luo Yang did not care, after the eyes swept away, he quickly recovered, closed his eyes and began to mutter and meditate silently.
According to the understanding of Fusang Shenshu along the way, about every five or six days, Shenshu Fusang will spurt a mark containing the ancient monk's method of cultivation. The brand will exist for half a day, and everyone here is here. The goal is to try to understand the avenues contained in it during that half-day.
It’s been three days since the eruption of this tree, and everyone here is silently waiting for the start of the next eruption. Those who can understand this authentic method, the minimum is also the spiritual horizon, has already incorporated the aura into the body, so it is enough to maintain it without relying on the heaven and earth aura absorbed.
Although the time of the three days is constant, it is only a moment for the people who cultivated the Tao. In the twinkling of an eye, on the third day, they rushed past and went to the day when the tree was branded.
A thrilling roar of sound rang out, and it continued to reverberate throughout the valley. Many monks opened their eyes and looked at the Fusang Tree in the valley.
Under the gaze of the people, the tree shines brightly, and a red light emerges. A horrible air machine continually flows in the branches and leaves of the tree. Even Luoyang, who is beyond the hundred feet, can feel the god. The terrible pressure that emanated from the tree.
The winds of the road continued to blow, the branches and leaves of the trees creaked, the huge crowns slowly shrank, and when they were to be shrunk into a long tree, they suddenly slammed, and the wan Daoguang was continuously sprayed, in the valley between the heavens and the earth, suddenly A blurred figure emerged.
The figure was sitting on the top of the heavens and the sky was flooded, and it was difficult to see his true feelings. Only the unique atmosphere of his body continued to flow, so that the spirit of many monks in this area was revival, without any hesitation, they closed their eyes and felt that they wanted to realize the avenue in the brand.
After Luo Yang’s gaze swept through the brand, he also closed his eyes and began to understand the Tao. In his mind, as if there is a melodious verse, it is ambiguous and difficult to understand.
Half a day's time was fleeting. When the brand was scattered, no one but a few or two monks improved.
"What is it waiting for..."
When Luo Yang’s eyes opened, his face showed a dignified color, his eyes fixed on the tree of Fusang, and a strange thought passed from his heart.