Postscript: "So I heard that for a while, in the great floating land, in the blue world of sky, the deity should be transformed into the world, nameless and possessing nature. At the beginning of Luo Guan, he was met by a dragon girl, who took him to the mountain and was named Feilai Mountain" "the clear and subtle cave heaven is the dojo of the ancestor's transformation into the world, and the root of floating. At this time, there are great saints of high truth inside, assisting you. There are many pure and blessed people, and there are hundreds and twenty thousand people of the wonderful way, including those who are not human beings and immortals. The number" "The one with long ears stood up and asked: "Tianzun, what is the Taoist place and what is the mind? All the fellow practitioners are confused and hope for enlightenment." I think of all sentient beings, so I hope that all living beings will make it clear. You will listen carefully now and I will explain it to you. "" At this time, I don't know what year or month, and I don't know what the world is. There is a mountain here, and the name of the mountain is Wanjie. There is a Taoist temple in the mountain, named Tongtian Temple. In the Tongtian Temple, peach blossom trees are planted. There are no ordinary people inside, only a man and a snow-white black crane. For a moment, the Taoist was holding a Dharma pen and a sutra paper underneath. The pen moves like flying and I write very fast. I don¡¯t know how long I have been writing, but this sutra paper is already full of writing. The Taoist's pen stopped, he picked up the scripture, read it and thought about it, and finally put away his pen with satisfaction and stamped it with a seal. At this time, He'er, who had been waiting next to him, spoke up: "Old man, are you done writing?" "It's done, it's done, I'm exhausted." The Taoist wiped his sweat and felt his mouth was dry and his hands and legs were sore. Feeling the pain, I picked up the remaining half a peach beside the table and ate it. He'er thief poked his head and looked at it for a long time, when he was suddenly hit on the forehead with a ruler by the Taoist. "Ouch, old man, what did you do to hit me?" He'er was in pain, covered his head and stared at him angrily. The Taoist ate the peach and said vaguely: "You beast, what are you looking at?" "Why can't I look at it?" He'er retorted and rolled his eyes. He licked his face and asked: "Old man, please do me a favor. I'll ask you a question." The Taoist gnawed on the peach and asked, "Ask me. What question do you want to know?" "Who is the person who saved Tianzun and became enlightened?" ?¡± The Taoist said proudly, ¡°Isn¡¯t it me?¡± Didn¡¯t I save him? If you don¡¯t believe me, go to his dojo and ask him if he accepts my love. If he dares to say ¡®no¡¯, I won¡¯t cut him off with a ruler!¡± Sorry, don't believe a word of it. He sneered and said: "Come on, you lick your face and give someone a piece of clothing. No one wants it. No one knows that Tianzun has reincarnated into the world and wants to get some merit." The Taoist's face twitched and his eyes were dangerous, and he said: " You beast" He'er became more and more cheerful as he talked, chirping: "The ancestor asked you to memorize the Sutra, but he didn't say that I must be here to accompany him. I was tricked by you into coming up the mountain. I didn't know otherwise. Run away. Old man, I'm going to go play in the human world. Just stay here and be bored." After Xuanhe finished speaking, he fluttered his wings and went down the mountain. The ruler angrily picked up the ruler and was about to throw it away when it suddenly hit the corner of the table. The scriptures were knocked away. The scriptures flew up, and the Taoist was so frightened that he rolled on the ground. The human body serves as a cushion and the scriptures fall on the body. The Taoist picked up the scriptures and put them on the table respectfully. He said angrily in his heart: "How can I be so respectful to the scriptures that I wrote?" If you are famous, it will not be passed down to the world. "I have been lying high in the nine heavens for ten thousand years, and I have turned into the mortal world several times across the sea." "A true practitioner on the road of mortals is a sincere person in the moral sect." The Taoist made a wedge, put a pen at the beginning of the sutra, and wrote the word "morality". But I suddenly remembered that this boy Tianzun was respectful to me back then, and now that I had met him, I still wanted to worship him. I felt very unhappy. After thinking about it, I changed the word "virtue" to the word "xing". "Tao Xing, Tao Xing, Tao Xing Jing. Hehe, it's you who said that you have no Tao and no virtue. Taoist, I will give you face and leave half of it to you. If the ancestor asks, don't blame me, Taoist." Tianzun secretly enjoyed himself for a while, and suddenly remembered that the ancestor wanted to pass on this sutra himself. "It's annoying, it's annoying. The human world is so annoying. I've been there before, Taoist, and I don't want to go there again. But what should I do with this sutra?" The Taoist thought about it, and suddenly came up with an idea: "It's better to find a fool in the world and let him I wrote it out myself, and I didn¡¯t need the Taoist to go down and roll over.¡± After thinking this, the Taoist smiled, lit the incense, held the sutra, stood on the edge of the cliff, and threw it out. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡The clouds entered the sea, and I don¡¯t know where they fell It was in the world of Jambudvipa, a small border county in Guojiang Province, Sinian. There is a good man whose name is unknown. I don¡¯t like miscellaneous music, but I like reading. Those who write books are only happy to relieve misfortune. As I was reading and thinking about it, suddenly an idea came to me. Why not write a book and pass it on to the starting point. ??One is comfortable with oneself, the other is comfortable with book friends. Killing people to seize treasures, trampling on people's teachings, gold and silver royalties, aren't they just rolling in? Thinking about it is like a cat scratching you. ??Immediately write it down, pass it on and edit it. Who is the editor? Three lives. Sansheng looked at it and said: Your writing is small, it is difficult to make a big impact, it is small. The good man said anxiously: "Can I sign the contract?" After thinking about it for three lives, he said: "Yes." Those who heard it were overjoyed, and then they signed the contract and uploaded it. The results were gratifying. Of course, it¡¯s too early to be happy. In the first half of the book, the writing is joyful and refreshing, and the reader feels like drinking a refreshing drink. Halfway through the article, the good man is startled and frightened. The article becomes a piece of writing on its own, without turning to ideas or outlines. The reader looks at it and abandons it, just like reciting a mantra. A good man does not understand the reason, he is afraid of being confused, he writes with doubts, and finally he stops writing because of the enemy. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but the manpower was not enough and the number of days was not enough to finish the book. Afterwards, feeling very tired, all the friends were surprised and asked: Why did the eunuch call me when I finished the book? What a mess? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The friend's doubts were not gone, so he asked again: Where is Xuanzi's roots? Who is the ancestor? Who is Xuanzi¡¯s teacher? The good man cursed secretly in his mind: Mother Xipi, I also want to know, but I can¡¯t tell you. He smiled and said: I wrote it and you read it. I made a pit for you to enter. I have buried you in the pit of heaven. After saying this, he laughed and ran away, and his friends were angry and denounced him. The good man secretly cried in pain, and suddenly the light flashed again, and he couldn't control his hand. He dropped the key on the plate and opened the book with a crackling sound. The good man looked at it with fear, meditated on what he had written, and sighed in his heart: "Friends, it was not me who dug the hole, but you and others, who dug the hole themselves." Please search Piaotian Literature to continue, the novels will be better and updated faster! ps: (Hehe, hehe, hehehehehehe~~~~)