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When the sky was bright, a young priest sitting at the top of the peak woke up from the meditation and slowly spat out a turbid breath.

He moved his bones and looked at the raging sea of clouds.

At this time, he was on the shore of the sea, seeing the waves of peaks, splashing waves, seeing the white waves flapping the shore, rolling in.

"Heavenly white jade Jing, 12th floor five city; fairy caress me on the top, hair long life..."

The young priest suddenly sang, and the voice was a little wisp and dashing, with an indescribable charm.

When he finished singing, he stood up and laughed.

“Brother, go back to breakfast.”

A crisp and breathless child came, and I saw a breathless child running down, about seven or eight years old.

“Call the Master!What little?”

The young priest glanced at the little boy to correct the path.

“Oh, little brother.”The little boy stopped, looked up at the young Taoist, and said, "Go back to breakfast."

"You go back first, the food."

The young Taoist waved his hand, pulled out his mobile phone and brushed it, and then showed some strange looks on his face, “A demon cat who can play martial arts?”Really fake?”

At this time, his eyebrows slightly jumped up, while walking down and said: "The luck of glasses and nightingeers, is it too good to meet twice at once?"

He couldn’t help but be curious to ask.

When he was about to go down to the top of the peak, he suddenly looked east, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.He thought about it, and then returned to the top of the peak again, looking at the raging sea of clouds like a wave, and vaguely seeing a purple air coming from the east.

“The purple east?”

He stood still, with some shock and disbelief in his eyes.

At this time, he immediately closed his eyes, calmed down and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a vast purple air, breaking the rolling sea of clouds from the east.

The purple was so raging that he almost blinded his eyes, so that he could quickly close his eyes and dare not look.

“Purple East, purple east!”

At this time, he trembled with excitement, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief, excited: "Such a huge purple, there must be a saint past me as a mountain..."

He practiced the qi so long, the first time he saw purple!

And it's so strong purple!

"Haha, I can't imagine that this society now has such a legend as a saint!"

Young Taoists are excited, and it is still difficult to believe that there are saints in the world.He looked at the head of the brother, but there was only a faint white air on his head, and others could not see the breath at all.

He ran down like a monkey, moving very fast.

"Brother, brother, there will be purple, and there will be saints who have passed me as a mountain."When the young Daoist ran back to the hall of Taihe Temple, he shouted, “Cut up quickly, go down the mountain to meet you!”

"Little Master, the real man is still sitting."

When a child saw the little master shouting, he quickly reminded him.

"The saint who passed me as a mountain is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what do you sit on?"The young Daoist took a handway and went straight into a yard, "Brother, purple, there are saints who want to pass me as a mountain, we quickly go down the mountain to meet."

“What’s the noise in the morning?”

There was an old voice in the house, but it seemed peaceful.

Zhang could not bear to go up the steps, pushed the door into, facing an old Taoist who was sitting in the temple, said: "Just now I looked at the world, saw a vast purple, breaking the sea of clouds from the east..."

The old Daoist wears a yin and yang Daoist, his bearded hair is white, and he holds a piece of dust in his hand, and looks like a fairy tiding bone, living like a real god.

At this time, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the indwelling, and said, “The purple is coming.”Still mighty?”

“Brother, you can come out and see for yourself.”

Zhang couldn’t bear to shrug his shoulders, “That purple is so strong that it almost blinds my dog’s eyes.”Oh, and eyes.As long as we leak a star from the slit of the saint’s hand, it is enough for us to practice the true law...”

The old man looked at him and closed his eyes.

Some of him can't bear it, this guy is really a little unreliable, usually always hanging, there is no way to look like a priest, is an outlier among Taoists...

Also, he has been watching the world for decades and has never seen purple.

There are no saints in the world anymore.

Where does purple come from?

He is nearly 100 years old, and those who can see the breath can count their hands.

"Brother, come out and see for yourself, and make sure to brighten your eyes."

Zhang could not bear to see the leader's brother like this, knowing that he did not believe what he said.However, if others say so to him, I am afraid that I will not believe it, it is too amazing.

It is now the era of the end of the Fa, and the end of the Fa to Dao Fa is no longer apparent.

Therefore, even they cannot cultivate the true Dao Fa, and can only sigh at the classics.And the whole mountain, can really use the spirit of the priest, is just a number...

In the era of Taoism, the spirit of hope is only a small art.

However, the old Taoist could not bear the soft grinding bubble, but he had to come out of the temple and stand on the steps and look to the east.

When he used the air technique, he could not help but stare into his eyes, and his face showed an excited look.

Purple air came from the east, and it was a huge three thousand miles, and when there was auspicious appearance over the mountain, it seemed that the saint was coming to be a mountain...

“The purple is coming, the true purple is coming...”

The old Taoist murmured, some couldn't believe it, and he couldn't think of the end of the Fa era and the arrival of the saints, it was inconceivable, and after waking up, he said, "Quickly sprinkle water and sweep the court, open the mountain door to meet."

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In the morning, the long-lived hotel.

Yan Qinghe came out of the kitchen and asked Huang Feiwu and the bear giant to come in for breakfast.

“Oh?”

When he called the bear giant, he found that the two bamboo shoots that he had eaten last night actually grew out overnight, exactly the same as the original.

In addition, the bamboo leaves that were eaten on the bamboo also grew out.

"This bamboo seems to be really not easy."

At this time, Yan Qingyue touched his chin and looked at it, stepped up to take off a bamboo leaf and observed it, and frowned: “It seems... there is nothing special...”

When breakfast was over, Yan Qingkang looked at them and said, “Flying weapons, giants, you stay here today, I have something to do.”I’ve prepared some meals on the table, and when I’m hungry, I go in and eat, but I can’t go anywhere else...”

“The meow.”

Huang Feiwu nodded his head.

The panda looked at him with a doubt, and then rolled toward the bamboo.

"Yes, flying, there is time to teach the giant martial arts."Yan Qingkong suddenly thought of saying, "The giant, if you want to become a giant, you must not be lazy, you know?"Do good training with flying.”

When he returned to the bamboo garden, he immediately rushed to the airport.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he finally came to the Taoist holy place - the mountain.

When the mountain peaks are lined up, the sky is upright, and the scenery is extremely beautiful, like a human wonderland.In the mountains, the attractions are all over the place, and for thousands of years, countless scribes and celebrities have left Danqing ink here...

Moreover, when the mountain has been supported by the emperors as a "royal temple", there is a reputation of "unscrupulous victory, the world's first fairy mountain"!

The word of the occult and the immortals is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

At this time, when the mountain was busy, everywhere, Taoists were sprinkling water and sweeping the dust, and seemed to be welcoming something great.

Moreover, the mountain gate, the temple door, the palace door and other doors all the way wide open.

This kind of high-level welcome, only the Tang emperor and the queen of the Tang Dynasty and a few others, have this kind of honorable treatment.

“Well, what happened?”

“Are there any great people coming to the mountains?”

“Is it the emperor who came to sacrifice?”

When the tourists on the mountain, they feel different atmospheres and can't help but be curious and guess.

“Little brother, who came to be the mountain?”

At this time, a curious tourist grabbed a little priest and asked, “What are you doing?”Isn't the temple open, now how about open?"

"It seems that there is a saint coming, and the real life of us sprinkling water and sweeping the dust to meet..."

The taoler was not very clear, but he probably heard a few words, and as for who the saint was, he could not tell.

In fact, he was also curious as to how a saint suddenly appeared.

“The Saints?“What saint?”

The tourist paused and was surprised: “Who is a saint?”Are there any living saints?“Little brother, aren’t you kidding?”

In ancient times, the emperor could be called a saint, but he was not a saint in the true sense.There are never any living saints...

When the mountain wine sweeps to greet the saint, is not a joke?

Where did the saints come from?

Who has no face and dares to call himself a saint?

I am afraid that even the Tang Emperor, who symbolizes the Lord of a country, will not dare to call himself a saint, and others will not call it so, and no one can afford it.

When the tourists on the mountain, from the mouth of the Taoists, know that they are greeting the saints, they can't help but get up.

Some people laugh even more.

Some people even say this thing in a circle of friends, which makes many people laugh.

Who is so brave to be a saint?

Can you stand it?

Also, when the mountain really dares to say, do you want to be cheeky?

However, at this time, it aroused many people's curiosity about who the mountain was meeting.

Although they know that they will certainly not be a saint, when the mountain is so solemn, so high as the highest specifications to meet, the man must not be simple...

“You say who that person is?”

On the Internet, some people are curious to ask, "How can you be called a saint when you are a mountain?"

"The saints are some, but certainly not simple."Some people say, "Even if the mountain is no longer cheeky, it will not casually call a saint..."

And when the mountain gate, there are many tourists guarding, curious when the mountain is to meet who.

“Little brother, who are you waiting for in the mountains?”It's hard to get excited."

"You dare to say, little man, when you are a mountain."

“This society, and saints?”Also, are you still alive?”

In the general group of flowers on the other side, many people are curious to ask the Taoist consultant, they all know that the pathologist is a Taoist in the mountain, but they do not know the specific identity.

"In the morning, I see the purple air of the east swinging three thousand miles, and when I appear over the mountain, a saint will come to me as a mountain."

When the troll saw a pile of information in the group, he took the time to say two words, and the whole person seemed excited.

But it seems to be moving a little too much.

"Son, you're going to blow."

"Little Daoist, I found that you are very shameless when you are a mountain, and you are not afraid of bragging and blowing up the stage?"A lot of people are concerned about it now.”

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