Chapter 2573 (1/2)

After a day's silence, Shen Lang's spirit returned to its best level.

In order to ensure that he will not be disturbed, yunchenzi takes shenlang to the sea of flowers a hundred miles away from the bamboo house.

The environment here is quiet. There is a forbidden border under cloud trace cloth around. No one will disturb him.

After yunchenzi left, Shen Lang took out the Ananda Sutra.

The rubbings of the immortal book of ananjing should be the same as those of the sword Kingdom, and the contents of the rubbings can be viewed by immersing the gods in the rubbings.

The rubbings of immortal books can be viewed not only by divine sense, but also by unique skills. First of all, the monks need to have a strong internal obsession and a strong belief in themselves.

The rubbings of the immortal books also have certain spirituality. If the friars themselves are dubious about the contents of the rubbings of the immortal books, they cannot be accepted by the rubbings.

Shen langduan is sitting in the sea of flowers, holding the rubbing of ananjing's immortal book, immersing his mind in it, creating a strong inner obsession to peep into the secret of the rubbing.

Not long.

”Buzz!”

A large five color light flew out of the rubbings and wrapped the waves.

Then, these lights produced a strong tearing force. Shen Lang didn't resist. He let these lights suck himself into the rubbings.

”Here is it?”

Open his eyes again, Shen Lang finds that he has arrived at a strange place.

The sky is clear and the wind is cool.

At this moment, Shen Lang is on a sea of clouds. His body is floating in the mid air. It is extremely light and ethereal, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.

”Shout!”

Just then, there was a gust of wind. The body of the Shen wave was like willow catkins dancing with the wind, floating to the deep sea of clouds.

I don't know for a long time, Shen Lang's body suddenly stopped in the wind. There is a high mountain surrounded by clouds in front of him.

There is a bamboo forest on the top of the mountain. Three old people with different styles come for a walk.

One of them seems to be a monk, wearing a thick cloth robe, skinny, with nine ring scars on his head.

Another old man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with long white eyebrows and fairy spirits.

The last old man was dressed in black armor. He was very strong, his eyes were scarlet like blood, and his whole body was full of Qi.

Three old people strolled and chatted, and the sound of communication and discussion came into Shen Lang's ear.

”Two Taoist friends, how do you understand what is cultivation?” The old Taoist took the lead in asking questions.

”Amitabha.”

The monk put his hands together and said: ”in my opinion, what is cultivation should be divided into two questions. What is ”cultivation” and ”truth”

”Interesting. In my opinion, we should repair the truth, eliminate the false and save the true. He who goes is to repair, and he who survives is true. ” The old Taoist said with a smile.