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On that low mountain, there are no green bamboos and cypresses, and there are no elixir herbs. It is simple, and there is a small vegetable field, but it is barren and full of weeds.

"Fa Dharma is useless, empty and empty are not empty. Quiet, noisy, and silent are the same. Dreams have never been said to be dreams. Useful is useless, and useless is useless. If you are familiar with it, it will be red. Don't ask how to cultivate seeds... ..."

Two hunters walked out of the mountain, wearing animal skin clothes, walking vigorously, carrying a bow and arrow, and carrying a wild deer. They did not sweat and had a strong physique.

"These two big brothers, what are you reciting?" Ye Fan stepped forward to ask for advice.

"What you said, I often heard an old Taoist sing it, and I remembered it unconsciously. Every time I came back from hunting and passed by here, I couldn't help singing it when I thought of him." A hunter replied.

This is an expert, Ye Fan can already confirm that the old Taoist on that short mountain is not simple, he is absolutely extraordinary.

"It's a pity, he is too old, he has been dead for two or three years." Another person said.

Ye Fan asked a few more questions from the side, and learned that the old Taoist also taught them some breathing techniques, which are very simple, but they can strengthen the muscles and bones, and are most suitable for ordinary people.

"Brother, do you want to seek immortality and Taoism, but it's a pity that you came late..."

Obviously, the two hunters had a good impression of the old Taoist, and they said a few more words as soon as they stopped.

The old Taoist was very old, and even their grandfather said that he remembered the existence of this old Taoist when he was very young. No one knew how many years he lived alone on the mountain.

"Thank you two big brothers." Ye Fan left, this time along the mountain road and finally climbed the short mountain.

A small Taoist temple, dilapidated and low, like a thatched cottage, has been ruined for several years, no one comes in and out, and it is deserted.

In front of the small Taoist temple, there is an ancient pine tree with a hollow trunk. Many people embrace it. The branches are vigorous, but the leaves are sparse. The old tree is dying.

There is no medicine field, only a ridge of vegetable fields, but it is barren, and there is also a bunch of grapes, dry vines, with two or three bunches of purple grapes hanging on it.

"This Taoist temple and ancient trees have existed for at least 4000 years..." Ye Fan's heart was shaken, and he felt a breath of time.

Was this Taoist temple built by the old Taoist himself? Did he plant this ancient tree himself?If that's the case, this is definitely a terrifying master.

Ye Fan entered the Po Tao Temple and searched carefully, hoping to find some clues, but the dust inside was very thick, and there were no ancient books and stone inscriptions at all.

It's very ordinary, nothing different from ordinary Taoist temples, a tattered futon, a few tattered Taoist robes, and a whisk that was gnawed by bugs, nothing out of the ordinary.

Ye Fan came out and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. There was a small grave there. There was no tombstone or inscription, only a simple loess bag.

"This is his tomb. He didn't leave a word when he died. I don't know who it is, and he didn't even hand down the method of cultivation..."

He stood in front of the loess grave, activating Yuantian Divine Eye, staring at the ground, wanting to see what kind of realm that withered bone was.

"Huh..." He was taken aback, it was an empty tomb with no bones.

"No, there are tattered Taoist robes, hairpins, and shoes and socks..." His heart moved, could this be a tomb of clothes?

"Hua Dao!" He was taken aback, and finally confirmed that there should be a corpse, but he melted himself before dying, this is definitely a master.

Generally speaking, only characters above the peerless king can transform themselves into the heaven, earth and nature. This is the real transformation, not self-destruction of the corpse.

"Sure enough, there are tigers and leopards crouching deep in the mountains, and unicorns hiding in the fields. In such a small place, there is an old king, and it is very likely that he is a saint!"

Ye Fan was very surprised. This person's name was not handed down to the world, and no one knew about it. He just died silently.

"It's not that there are no masters in the world, it's just that they are unknown. There is an unrivaled master here, probably no worse than the peerless god king Jiang Taixu, and even...a saint."

However, this person died just like that, leaving nothing behind, not even his name.

Ye Fan searched this place carefully, futons, whisks, Taoist clothes, etc. were all explored with spiritual consciousness, but there was no treasure.

"It's too thorough. There is really nothing left for future generations. For such an unimaginable existence, the severance of his inheritance is really an incalculable loss."

Ye Fan lived here, the place is very quiet, suitable for him to sit and enlightenment, no one disturbs.

The dwarf mountain, broken Taoist temple, has an indescribable Taoist rhyme, which is very suitable for meditation, and has a taste of returning to nature.

"That's right, how could his hermitage be mortal land, and if he transforms himself here, in the future this place will become a sacred place for cultivation."

Ye Fan got the dragon marrow, not by persuading him to eat it, so that he can enter the fourth change of transforming into a dragon, everything depends on him to realize the Tao.

There are fragments of the Dao law in the dragon marrow, which can help, but it is not the root of breaking the level. The first element lies in the monk's own heart.

In the middle of the night, everything is still and the stars are dotted, Ye Fan sits cross-legged in front of the Taoist temple, with his heart turned to the sky, a big dragon rises from his back, and finally takes shape, dancing around him.

"Occasionally, I come to sleep under a pine tree and sleep on a stone. There are no calendar days in the mountains, and the cold is so cold that I don't know the year..."

Suddenly, Ye Fan was awakened by whispers, and he opened his eyes abruptly.

At this time, a dark cloud drifted past, blocking the stars and the moon in the sky, the earth was dark, and the mountains were even darker.

Just in front of the Taoist temple, in front of the ancient tree that many people couldn't hold together, a person appeared out of thin air, and the voice was made by him.

Ye Fan was shocked, who is this?It was too scary to be able to avoid his spiritual perception and appear directly in such a short distance.

He exercised his divine sense and observed carefully. Suddenly, his hair stood on end. His old Taoist robe fluttered, and a thin and short old Taoist priest appeared under the dead tree.

He is very familiar with the old Taoist clothes, which are exactly the same as those in the Taoist temple, and there is no difference from the clothes under the loess grave.

Ye Fan's back felt cold, and he looked through his hair. A broken wooden hairpin was also familiar, and it was no different from the one in the tomb.

"Damn it!"

Ye Fanteng stood up all of a sudden, and took many steps backwards. How could a person who had already transformed himself appear?

"The world has changed into a mulberry field several times. Although the mulberry field has become Danqing, who will be immortal with Danqing..."

The thin old Taoist man walked under the old tree, talking to himself, blending into the dark night.

"You..." Ye Fan stepped back.

A gust of wind blows, the fresh smell of vegetation comes, the dark cloud in the sky drifts away, the breeze is still in front of the Taoist temple, but the old Taoist has disappeared.

Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and he didn't even turn his eyes. He stared at the front, but the old Taoist seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.

Chapter 609 The Second Saint

The dark clouds are far away, the stars are dotted, the moonlight is shining, and the dwarf hills are very quiet, everything is as if nothing happened.

Ye Fan came to the old tree step by step. This ancient pine tree was at least 4000 years old. The trunk was hollow and the pine needles were sparse. It was almost dead.

At the root of the tree, there is a square of bluestone, which is no more than 1.6 meters long, which is just about the same length as the old Taoist priest. It is very flat and somewhat extraordinary.

"Occasionally, I come to sleep under a pine tree and sleep on a stone. There are no calendar days in the mountains, and the cold is so cold that I don't know the year..."

Ye Fan was stunned, this old Taoist is still alive, the world has changed several times, he sighed like this, how old has he lived? !

He strode to the back of the small Taoist temple, came to the loess grave, and observed with Yuantian divine sense. At this moment, he shuddered Lingling.