Accepting a deceitful monk as an apprentice is a matter of freedom for Ye Zhiqiu.

This Wang Jinbiao's deception is three steps, which has the meaning of the truth of the avenue.

The first step is to deceive others.

The second step is to lie to yourself.

The third step is to deceive others.

Just as looking at the mountains is a mountain, seeing the mountains is not a mountain, and looking at the mountains is still a mountain, the third step of deception has reached the hall of elegance.

The third step of deception has reached the realm of deception.

If you can deceive the heavenly calamity, the heavenly tribulation is not enough to worry about.

If you can deceive the way of heaven, you are a saint of deception.

Deception was originally looked down upon by the world, but in the end, when it came to the end of the word, the word "sacred" showed the mystery of the avenue.

This is also part of the reason why Ye Zhiqiu harvested this deceitful monk.

It's a bit similar to his true and false ways.

The water of truth and falsehood that he used before was not a deception, but the way of truth and falsehood, but this little monk Jindan was able to comprehend the third realm of deception, which means that he has a fate with it.

So, Du Qing and Wang Lin had another junior disciple in the Jindan realm.

Du Qing refused a little in his heart, but after listening to his junior brother's words, he felt that this junior brother might really be able to preach with deception in the future.

"Next, let's go to the Donglin Sect, a long time ago, there was a Donglin Great Heavenly Venerable in the Donglin Sect, although I heard that he fell later, but we can go to the Donglin Sect. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said to Su Lingyu, and also to his two disciples.

Naturally, others have no opinion.

Donglin Sect, one of the nine sects and thirteen sects, has always been mysterious, and outsiders rarely know the details of its sect.

The east is where the sect is located, it is very ordinary, it is a land of mountains and valleys, basins, and all kinds of natural forests, and the east is adjacent to the mountain protection array, which cannot stop Ye Zhiqiu's footsteps.

At the foot of the hill, Ye Zhiqiu heard the sound of the river in his ears, and saw the clear river, there were many swimming fish playing in the river, and there was a boy who was fetching water.

Along the stone steps in the mountains, Ye Zhiqiu walked upward, Wang Jinbiao and Du Qing followed, and while they were moving forward, there were also monks passing by, but they didn't find a few people at all, as if they were not in the same space.

Until Ye Zhiqiu stepped on the top of the stone steps, the sky slowly became cloudy, the rain came without a trace, and the bean-sized rain poured down, falling on the bluestone slab outside the hall in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes.

The rain sprinkled down, making the bluestone slab ripple at the same time, but also splashed a large amount of broken rain, a stream of water vapor filled, as if about to ascend to heaven, but dissipated in mid-air.

Under the rain curtain, Ye Zhiqiu stood there, looking at the entire Donglin Sect.

In his view, the entire Donglin Sect was extremely large, and he saw many disciples of the Donglin Sect, galloping under this rain, and seeing more monks meditating in their respective residences.

He also saw the beauty of the mountains and the vitality of the green trees in the wind and rain......

"Lingyu, what do you see?"

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were deep and he looked at the girl on the side.

"Green mountains, green waters, and monks?"

Su Lingyu was a little curious, why did Zhiqiu have such a question, could it be that Zhiqiu realized some philosophy?

Such as reincarnation, or fate, or cause and effect?

"This Donglin Sect is actually a Death Sect. ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't say it, but he saw it.

The green water is no longer clear and gives off a fishy smell.

Even the wind that blew over was full of vicissitudes and sorrow, with the smell of decay.

There is also the exquisite attic hall everywhere, which is full of dust at the same time, it has lost its vitality and is in decline.

The stone steps of the hills were even more damaged, and a large amount of gravel seemed to be mournful in the wind.

Those disciples of the Donglin Sect who had seen Ye Zhiqiu before and walked at a gallop were all in the square, in the main hall, on the stone steps at this moment, and they didn't know how long they had been dead, and their bodies had long since decayed and turned into skeletons.

There are also the disciples of the Donglin Sect who meditate cross-legged in their respective residences, and the same is true, all of them are bones.

This is a dead sect.

There is not the slightest vitality, and it is surrounded by a thick dead air.

But in this Donglin, under the thick death aura, there is a dream barrier, which is composed of the illusory of countless people before they die, like these dead Donglin Sect disciples, when they die, they don't know that they are dead......

They are still in that dream, practicing.

This is also the reason why Ye Zhiqiu stood there before, and the disciples of the Donglin Sect walked past them one by one, but they didn't notice it in the slightest.

It's not that Ye Zhiqiu doesn't exist, it's that they don't exist.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a ghost, in Ye Zhiqiu's view, there are no ghosts.

Yes, it's just a dream of not knowing death.

Under this dream barrier, even if outsiders come here, it is difficult to find the clues, and even in the attraction of it, there will be a scene similar to hallucinations, which is actually because of the dream barrier of outsiders, merging with this place and blending in.

Throughout the ages, this place has been destroyed for countless years, and Ye Zhiqiu didn't know how long it was, but he understood that maybe for countless years, many people came here without realizing that this was actually a dead sect, and after being a guest here, they left again.

But he wasn't the first to come to his senses.

In the center of the Eastern Rim Sect, in a huge palace, there is a sad vitality that exists silently.

That life is full of loneliness and sorrow, just like the young son who lost all his relatives after the destruction of his family, in the ruins, after crying for a long time, silently guarding.

There is no one to accompany them, some are just the ruins of death and corpses, in that loneliness and sorrow, condense everyone's dream obstacles, so that this illusory green mountains and green waters, illusory prosperous sects, and illusory disciples of the Donglin Sect come to accompany them.

It was a living man.

"Let's go. ”

Ye Zhiqiu took Su Lingyu's hand.

"Hmm. ”

Su Lingyu didn't see the decay and death of this Donglin Sect, in her eyes, there was still a scene of vitality and many disciples.

"There are quirks. ”

Du Qing couldn't see the changes in this place, but he could faintly feel that something was wrong here, looked around for a long time, followed behind Ye Zhiqiu, and walked forward.

"There's a problem. ”

"No baby, a little spooky?"

Du Qing's eyes looked at Wang Jinbiao, and it happened that Wang Jinbiao also looked over.

The two glanced at each other, and somehow, their scalps were a little numb, and they hurriedly followed behind their master and sister.

When Ye Zhiqiu walked further, two long rainbows roared in the distance, turning into two monks, a man and a woman.

The two monks were not very old, and the male cultivators were quite handsome, and their expressions did not show the slightest slackness, but showed respect. The woman beside him was very beautiful, looking at Ye Zhiqiu, her eyes showed curiosity.

The woman looked at the woman next to Ye Zhiqiu again, revealing envy.

She also wants to have such a beautiful love, but she hasn't met it yet.

"Seniors, the juniors were ordered by the ancestors to invite the seniors to the Donglin Palace. ”

The young man smiled and clenched his fists, his words respectful, and his expression was the same.

The woman beside him also clenched her fists.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the two Donglin Sect disciples in front of him, sighed lightly in his heart, his expression softened, and nodded.

Under the guidance of these two disciples of the Donglin Sect, he took Ye Zhiqiu and flew towards the Donglin Hall in the center.

The Donglin Sect is very large, and along the way, Ye Zhiqiu saw the entire Donglin Sect, full of vitality.

He saw many cranes flying, and there were monks on the ground, whether in the medicine courtyard or in the residence of his disciples, either meditating alone or laughing with each other.

When the wind blows, it also contains a strong fairy aura, just like a fairyland outside the world.

On the way, Ye Zhiqiu also saw some disciples of the Donglin Sect galloping by, revealing their figures after seeing him, and bowing respectfully to him with his fists.

The people of the Donglin Sect are very gentle, and they are quite polite to Ye Zhiqiu, as if Ye Zhiqiu is the guest of this sect.

When they were about to approach the east hall of the center, the two Changhongs roared up with a shocking momentum, and came to Ye Zhiqiu's front in an instant, and there was a hearty laugh.

"Dongcun, Xiaoyan, you two stand down. ”

In that laughter, two monks were revealed in the two long rainbows, the person who spoke was an old man, and there was a middle-aged man beside him, who smiled and bowed to Ye Zhiqiu.

These two people, all of them are Jin Zun cultivators, extremely extraordinary, the old man hugged his fist to Ye Zhiqiu in a hearty laugh.

"In the next Xu Tiannian, as the great elder of the Donglin Sect, he was ordered by the ancestor to welcome the seniors to the Donglin Palace. ”

"Junior He Dao, the sect master of the East Lin Sect, has seen two seniors. ”

The middle-aged man smiled, looking very polite.

Su Lingyu was a little embarrassed.

Because her cultivation is not strong, she is not as good as this Donglin Sect Master, but he actually calls her a senior.

"Lead the way. ”

Ye Zhiqiu sighed.

These two Jinzun monks were actually already dead, but they were still alive now, but they were living in a dream.

In the company of these two Jinzun monks, Ye Zhiqiu was given enough respect and came to the center of the East Lin Sect, the holy land of the entire East Lin Sect, the East Lin Temple!

"The ancestor is inside, I didn't summon me to enter it, and I asked the seniors to go in by themselves. ”

The old man with a hearty laugh hugged his fist towards Ye Zhiqiu and spoke respectfully.

"You're here......"

In that hall, directly in front of Ye Zhiqiu, there were three huge statues, carved by the statues, two men and a woman, they looked up at the east, with a smile on the corner of their mouths, and a majestic aura emanated from these three statues.

Under the statue, cross-legged sat an old man in a gray robe, whose face was covered with brown spots, like a twilight old man among mortals. His expression was miserable, revealing endless sorrow.

He sat there, but on his body, in addition to that sorrow, there was also a powerful aura buried deep in his body, and this aura surpassed all the Tianzun that Ye Zhiqiu had ever seen.

Of course, still under him.

"I'm coming. ”

Ye Zhiqiu sighed lightly and sat down.

"I've been sitting here for a long, long time, and this is my home...... I left in my early years, until I became Yuetianzun, and when I returned home, it was already like this......"

The old man opened his eyes, and there was pain and deep sorrow in them.

"I don't know who did it...... I can't find out, even if it's Da Tianzun, I can't deduce it...... I can only sit here, with my memories, make up a dream, let this dream accompany me, let the Donglin Sect, exist...... Until the day I die......"

The old man spoke softly, hoarsely.

"I don't know, can I help you. ”

Ye Zhiqiu groaned.

"How can you help me?"

The old man's sorrow seems to have existed for countless years, and even if he speaks, it contains endless sadness.

"I have understood the truth and falsehood, I have known life and death, and I have also mastered creation, and the falsehood in the dream can also be the truth of reality, but I have not tried it in the past. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes looked at the male nun who accompanied him inside, the male nun was named Lin Dongcun, and the female nun was named Wang Lingyan.

These two monks, whether they were the male cultivators who had spoken to Ye Zhiqiu before, or the female cultivators who envied the love between Ye Zhiqiu and Su Lingyu, had actually been dead for many years.

In Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, they were actually two walking corpses.

But when Ye Zhiqiu's gaze looked at them, their expressions began to tremble.

"Truth and falsehood, in the dream path to turn the false into the true. ”

Ye Zhiqiu pointed out with a finger, and the two corpses in reality exuded brilliance.

A bit of creation qi fell, and blood and flesh grew in the corpse.

A little truth and falsehood fell, and all the memories they had in the dream became the memories in the minds of the two monks of flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood restored, a little spirit.

The way of truth and falsehood, all memories.

What is a monk and what is a man?

Memory may be at the root of it.

When Ye Zhiqiu gave the two monks real memories and the physical bodies that carried the real memories, these two monks could be regarded as an alternative rebirth.

To truly achieve complete resurrection and pull these people out of the long river of time in the past, it is not something that Ye Zhiqiu can do now.

But even so, the ancestor of the Eastern Sect began to tremble all over.

Trembling, he grabbed the two resurrected dolls to his side and looked at them carefully.

Inadvertently, tears fell.

At the level of Yuetianzun, there should not be such a thing as tears, but at this moment, the ancestor of the Donglin Sect was still in tears.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

When the reborn and resurrected nuns saw this scene, they were a little frightened.

The rumored old ancestor, seeing them sobbing, what happened?

It scared them a little!

"It's nothing, Ancestor, I'm excited to see you. People are old, and some can't be controlled. ”

For the first time, a smile appeared on the face of the ancestor of the Donglin Sect, and the sadness in his heart, which had not been resolved for thousands of years, finally disappeared this time.

"Go back. ”

The ancestor of the Donglin Sect trembled, waved his hand, and sent the two lonely children back.

His gaze, like a scorching fire, continued to look at Ye Zhiqiu.

"In the name of my Dao Venerable, reborn the sentient beings of the Donglin Sect. ”

What Ye Zhiqiu thought in his heart, the rhyme flowed.

Everything that is false in the dream path becomes everything true in reality.

There is also a little bit of the Tao of Creation that gives new spirits to all beings.

"Rebirth...... It turns out that it could be like this. ”