"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary; the name can be named, it is extraordinary. No name is the beginning of heaven and earth, it is famous, and the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe its wonderfulness, and there is always desire to observe its meaning. These two are both named but differently, and they are called mysterious, mysterious and mysterious, and the door to all wonders."

The sound is like a yellow bell, echoing in everyone's minds and in everyone's hearts. It is like a vast ocean, with shocking waves rising and shattering everything.

The sound is ethereal, not like the sounds made from the human world. It is like the original sounds that existed in the world, allowing these refugees to enter a wonderful world with almost no control. This world is like an illusion, but extremely real.

For example, a drunk man, drunk, enters a kind of intermittent, but connected, illusory but unreal, but real world.

When the first word Tao echoed in my mind, these refugees were still immersed in the ancient scriptures of the Quran. This scripture, which has been passed down for more than two thousand years, is still unstoppable. It comes from the faith in the bones, which makes these refugees instinctively believe that Allah is the only god in the world who ruled everything.

When the second word echoes in my mind and wanders between my heart, the sound of these refugees reciting scriptures suddenly ends. It is like a noisy campus. The moment the class bell rings, the entire campus becomes silent and can be heard.

A trace of coolness spread throughout the body. The fatigue of the body originally wandered around with this cool feeling, like peeling off a cocoon. The fatigue of the body dissipated one by one, and the whole body was comfortable.

This is the feeling of the body, the soul is floating, unconscious, but can sense everything. These refugees feel that their consciousness appears in a desolate world. This desolation makes people feel panicked, but there are contradictions that make people feel at ease, as if they are permanently immersed in it and are unwilling to wake up.

Here is full of vitality, and the gods have the power to destroy the world. However, the world is a barren starry sky, and consciousness floats in it, not reaching the sky or entering the earth, there is an empty feeling that makes people want to shout loudly and vent all kinds of emotions in their hearts.

As the scenery before our eyes changes, the world lives and lives peacefully and lives peacefully.

At some point, countless shells landed in the air. These shells were as dense as rain. The terrifying explosion instantly destroyed everything.

"Mother..."

"child......"

The originally vibrant land was full of crops, and it was about to come to harvest, and the entire home was baptized by artillery fire. The original peace, with the emergence of the invaders, the world was filled with fire.

The wife and children are separated and the home is destroyed. The residents who originally had their own family and their own home were forced to leave their hometowns, go far away from the barren land, and avoid the war. These refugees saw with their own eyes that their relatives were swallowed up by the fire. They saw their neighbors and their friends were killed by artillery fire.

The world in front of us changed again. The refugees saw the gods they believed in and watched everything coldly. Even if the artillery fire was in the sky, even if their believers were threatened by war, their lives were like fragile grass, destroyed by wind and rain, and wiped out by sand and gravel.

In their consciousness, the gods they believe in turned into statues of gods. Those religious leaders control faith. When believers kneel down and bow, the wealth they created in their lives are taken into account by these religious managers in various names.

When believers worship God, pray to God, and recite the scriptures, these religious managers want to look at them like fools, and their eyes reveal endless greed...

"Is this the god we believe in? Ignore everything?"

The fragility of life is fully displayed at this moment. The gods they believe in, watching coldly, are like an ant, crushed to death by someone, and are indifferent. They are like a grass growing in the yard, pulled out at will.

“Is this the religion we believe in?”

"They have a rich and feast, and we have reduced our food. We have used our wisdom and hard work, and the money we have earned, to help religion build temples. We have contributed everything, and not only did they not eliminate disasters for us, but also to mock us. They eat food that the civilians are forbidden to eat, and they wear better clothes than the civilians."

"Why?"

Confusion fills my heart.

Anger rushed straight into the brain.

The scenery in front of me changed again, from this world, it seemed that a flash of eyes, to another world. This world is green mountains, green waters, blue sky and white clouds. This world is very quiet. Compared with the world where wars were connected, although this world has no end, it shows the feeling of a paradise everywhere.

"Cry..."

An eagle swept across the sky, hovering over the blue sky, and did not land for a long time.

In a forest, wild beasts lie on the ground, looking at the prey passing by with their eyes, with a kind of indifference and indifferent.

On the trees, flocks of birds weave nests one by one. The milk swallows return to their nests and feed offspring.

Suddenly, a Taoist temple appeared on a mountain. This Taoist temple looked old, just like moving the Taoist temple to the front of us from ancient times. The walls seemed to have experienced endless years, with spider webs in the corners and eaves, blocking people's sight.

In this Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and white beard, and his eyes closed and cross-legged. The old Taoist priest had a few fingers of dust on his body. Even if it was on his eyebrows and face, it was covered with dust, and he could hardly see his original appearance.

This old Taoist priest is like a stone statue, which has been stored here for thousands of years and has not moved. If it were not for the state of existence and distraction, it would be hard to imagine that this is a living person...

"Crack..."

At some point, or the moment when I discovered the old Taoist priest, the old Taoist priest opened his eyes.

The dust on the eyelids fell down, and the old Taoist priest stood up. The dust on his body was like stones, falling from his shoulders and from his neck, like two high-voltage lines with different positive and negative poles, bursting out sparks and lightning.

"A dream of three thousand years, the world changes a lot. If you ask what is Tao, I am a fairy..."

The old Taoist priest stood up, his eyes shining with lightning, and said an inexplicable proverb: "Where is the search for Tao? It is floating in the vast world. No matter how the Tao is, I will practice Taoism in the world. I am the ordinary person, who says gods and immortals..."

Inconsistent, gods and immortals are not like gods. These refugees are confused and difficult to understand the true meaning. The understanding of these words appears clearly in their minds. It is difficult to forget them. If you want to not understand them, you can also know what this old Taoist priest wants to express.

He stretched out his sleeve and waved it gently, and the Taoist temple disappeared. The place where the Taoist temple originally existed was deserted without leaving any trace. The old Taoist priest soared into the sky, his words were full of yearning: "Today, I am flying in the sky, but I hope that the path of immortality is not vague..."

The refugees' thoughts soared up with the old Taoist priest, and they were thousands of miles away. The old Taoist priest was still there, as if they were the old Taoist priests, leading all the thoughts of peeping into the starry sky... The starry sky changed, and when they saw everything in front of them clearly, the refugees found that their thoughts had appeared in a vast palace group.
Chapter completed!