This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 103 A Dream

After Liu Hongyu and Leng Zhiheng got lost for no apparent reason, their nervous hearts finally relaxed.

"Boss, please let me go pee, I can't hold it anymore!"

Leng Zhiheng couldn't help but shout, and Liu Hongyu took him directly to land on a hilltop.

When Leng Zhiheng was finally able to relieve the pressure, Liu Hongyu looked towards the East Peak again. It seemed that the mountain was higher or the clouds were lower.

From a distance, the summit of East Peak seems to be connected to the sky, and the connection extends all the way to above the clouds, with some subtle changes in imagination.
Where were we just now? Was it the immortal method that Master practiced?

The experience of Liu Hongyu and Leng Zhiheng, which was not thrilling but was memorable enough, was by no means just a small episode for Zhuang Lin.

While comprehending the "Ji Zhai Qian Kun Pian", Zhuang Lin was able to grasp the artistic conception, but he fell into a misunderstanding because his original purpose was too clear.

Zhuang Lin tried hard to reproduce the storage capacity of that small mouth. He wondered if there was some kind of refining method or formation engraved on it, so that he used too much force and kept sinking into it, and finally became immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

The artistic conception of the sky became clearer and clearer as Zhuang Lin's mind was immersed in it.

This is actually quite dangerous. The artistic conception had previously trapped Liu Hongyu and Leng Zhiheng, but the reality of the artistic conception itself also meant that Zhuang Linzi's mind was also trapped to a certain extent in the comprehension of the Qiankun chapter.

If this continues, Zhuang Lin may not be in danger of his life, but he may really wake up from a trance and find that dozens or even hundreds of years have passed in this world.

However, Liu Hongyu and Leng Zhiheng's accidental encounter helped Zhuang Lin get out of the situation, and his mind also turned to another possibility.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin raised his head towards the roof of the hut. His eyes, which had been filled with restrained divine light, seemed to gradually shine, and he even murmured something.

"It can enter and exit the infinite, its mind contemplating the heavens and the earth, reversing yin and yang, swallowing the sun and the moon, and hiding the universe. It is nothing more than this."

Zhuang Lin kept thinking while changing his hand gestures to calculate the meaning, just like a seed starting to sprout and growing into veins.
Where are the limits, where are the crises, where are the changes, and where are the possibilities for application?
Zhuang Lin's thoughts turned, and he picked up the pen on the table. The ink on the balcony was concentrated with spiritual energy and had not dried for a long time, just to wait for this moment.

At this moment, a blank scroll of brocade book floated up and unfolded. Zhuang Lin dipped his brush in ink and began to write quickly on the brocade book, calculating with his left hand and moving his right hand like a dragon.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin's writing was far less neat than what he usually wrote for his students. The font seemed a little more reserved than the cursive script, but the feeling, the Taoist connotation and artistic conception were fully presented.

In fact, although Liu Hongyu and Leng Zhiheng were immersed in "that world" just now, it would be easy for them to get out of it on their own.

What carries "that world" are only the artistic conception overflowing from Zhuang Lin's comprehension and the white clouds in the sky.

As long as Liu Hongyu can see through the shackles in his heart and wield the sword according to his feelings, he will be able to break out of that "world".

Of course, the prerequisite is that Liu Hongyu can see through and find that feeling. If he just swings his sword at the mountains, rivers, flowers and plants he sees at that time, it still won't have much effect, and he may even recover in an instant.

Because the essence of all that was the projection of Zhuang Lin's artistic conception of the Qiankun chapter during his enlightenment. It could even be considered a dream of his, and he also regarded these two "little people" as part of the dream.

But as long as we can see through it, how can something as fragile as the cloud support an immortal cultivator?

Or maybe after a while, when the clouds disperse, the two of them will come out on their own without Zhuang Lin having to do anything.

At this moment, Zhuang Lin was deducing and writing quickly, and he also went over all the calculations in his mind. The pen in his hand kept falling, and when the pen tip hooked it, ink flew out.

So what if it's not the cloud? What if it's something else?
Although it is out of my artistic conception, it is not impossible to use it as a basis and integrate it into clothes and even utensils!
On the mountain peak, Leng Zhiheng shook his body and finally felt relaxed both physically and mentally. He glanced at his boss who seemed to be in a daze in the distance, rubbed his hands against the mountain, then zipped up and walked out.

Liu Hongyu was still looking at Dongfeng at this time. He also found that the vague scenery reflected in the clouds had disappeared, and he felt a little worried.

I wonder if what happened just now will have any impact on Master.
But when thinking back on what happened before, Liu Hongyu felt a mixture of awe and excitement. This was really too magical and amazing!

As someone who has read all three chapters of the "Xian Dian" before the "Xiu Zhen Pian", Liu Hongyu now knows quite a bit, and he can even agree with his master on some of his ideas.

Therefore, Liu Hongyu could better understand how miraculous the experience just now was. It was terrifying for both of them, but doesn’t this represent the magic of the thing itself?
"Boss, what happened just now? We won't run into this again, right?"

Leng Zhiheng asked as he walked over. After he finished peeing, he was still feeling scared about what had just happened.

Liu Hongyu retracted his gaze and looked at Leng Zhiheng who was walking towards him. He opened his mouth but found that it was difficult for him to use language that ordinary people could understand. Leng Zhiheng, who had never been exposed to immortal cultivation, understood the magic that had just happened.

After a long moment, Liu Hongyu smiled and shook his head, coming up with a relatively reasonable explanation. "The Immortal Path is full of wonders. Not to mention you, I am also a tiny speck of dust. Especially after this incident, I have become even more aware of my former arrogance and ignorance."

Leng Zhiheng was scratching his head while listening, but he seemed to have thought of something and quickly changed his hand. However, the boss's answer was somewhat irrelevant to the question.

Liu Hongyu said this and looked at Leng Zhiheng again before getting to the point.

"Just now, you can understand that we were taking pictures here and accidentally entered my master, Master Zhuang, into a dream of enlightenment."

Leng Zhiheng no longer felt itchy on his head, but only felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He looked a little confused, but his heart seemed to be greatly shaken.

Liu Hongyu smiled again and said with some profound feeling.

"What are the immortals you see? Flying through the sky, hiding in the ground, and wielding swords? These are just the forms of the immortal way. What we just experienced is the meaning of the immortal way."

Thinking of this, Liu Hongyu found it quite interesting and funny.

"Thanks to this incident, I was able to experience it in advance."

Leng Zhiheng was in a state of shock and confusion at this moment. He didn't even hear the boss's last few words clearly. He stared blankly in the direction of Dongfeng and just muttered something.

"It was a dream of Master Zhuang"

Is this the immortal?
Leng Zhiheng considers himself not to be a very insightful person, and even his previous conception of immortals only remained at the level of "powerful".

But at this moment, Leng Zhiheng, who was deeply touched, understood what it meant to be insignificant and how insignificant he was.
This was also the first time that Leng Zhiheng truly developed an appreciation for the "Immortal Way"!
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The filming progress was a little slower than expected, but it was not a big problem. Before the sun set, Liu Hongyu and Leng Zhiheng left Yinxian Valley and came to the original Muleng Primary School.

Yes, the working team of Muling Primary School had withdrawn long ago, and all that was left was an empty school with a playground covered with fallen leaves and dead grass.

Less than a year has passed, and there is already a strong sense of desolation here.

However, the two of them did not come here for any sentimental reasons. The main reason was that they had already decorated the staff dormitory on the second floor and needed to develop the photos first.

Take a look at the photos first so that if there are any omissions you can go back and fill them in quickly.

Under the darkroom light in the room, Leng Zhiheng skillfully developed photos one after another using rolls of film.

I used large-format film and took thousands of photos in total. The film alone filled a large bag, but of course not all of the photos could be used after being developed.

Liu Hongyu also facilitated the drying process here, as the basic photo pattern could be dried quickly once it was formed.

When it came to the photo of Xiwendao Cliff, Leng Zhiheng couldn't help but get excited, but as soon as the photo came out, his face fell.

"Huh? How could this happen? I took a very good picture."

Liu Hongyu leaned over to take a look. In the photo which was still in the water, there was only a corner of the Hidden Immortal Valley, and the Asking Cliff was a blur of golden red. It could only be roughly seen as a mountain.

"Oh, it's the same no matter how many times you shoot. You can't take Wendao Cliff away!"

Leng Zhiheng didn't refute anything at this time. He had already understood that the so-called immortal way was not as simple as who was stronger or more powerful. However, several other photos in the water that were being washed with developer caught his attention.

“When was this picture taken?”

Liu Hongyu was also looking at the photo. It was obviously a photo of the East Peak. The outline of the lower half of the mountain was clear, but the upper half seemed to have changed from a color photo to a black and white photo. There was also a twisted feeling, as if paint was smeared with fingers.

"Tai Chi?"

Leng Zhiheng asked in confusion, and Liu Hongyu nodded beside him, understanding what was going on.

"No wonder, it must be the problem with this photo that led to what happened later."

(End of this chapter)