"Taoist Priest, please!"

Jiang Du was confused at this time and didn't know where to go. It would be a good idea to listen to a Taoist scripture on the top of these mountains.

"Yuzhe is Tao.

Guan Yinzi said: If there is a way, it cannot be expressed. If there is no way, it is the way. If there is no way, it cannot be thought. If there is no way, it is the way. Things in heaven are flowing furiously, and people are making mistakes. If they return, they will fight. Don't do it.

It seems that it is not the same. Let’s argue about it and intervene between it...

Said: There is nothing that is not heaven, nothing that is not destiny, nothing that is not God, nothing that is not Yuan..."

The quiet and peaceful Taoist scriptures slowly spewed out from the mouth of the Taoist leader, and each word resonated with the Taoist people.

Jiang Du slowly sat down cross-legged. The Taoist Sutra reverberated in his sea of ​​consciousness. Jiang Du felt as if he was gradually entering a hot spring.

The Tao Sutra circulates between heaven and earth and echoes among the mountains.

"It is said: Those who observe the Tao are like observing water. If observing the swamp is not enough, then the river is like the river and the sea..."

"It is said: There is no one in the Tao, and the sage does not see that A is the Tao and B is not the Tao. The Tao has no self, and the sage does not see himself entering the Tao and retreating from the Tao. Because there is no Tao, it is not without Tao; because it is not Tao, it is not out of touch with Tao."

Jiang Du's mind had completely relaxed, and it seemed that he was really drifting off.

Everything in heaven and earth is separating from him.

The avenue vibrates and the law retreats.

Countless visions circulate between heaven and earth, and the light is soft.

It seems that there is a deity chanting scriptures softly in the sky.

Jiang Du slowly fell asleep at the top of these mountains, and his sleep was extremely sweet.

The cracks in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually healed, and his hair slowly turned from white to black again.

His whole person was like a dead tree blooming in spring.

The sound of the Tao gradually became fainter, and finally fell completely silent.

The old Taoist priest looked at Jiang Du in front of him with a slight smile on his lips, then bowed slightly again and disappeared.
Chapter completed!