Chapter 246 Do You Believe in Light?

Confucianism and Taoism emphasize the word "enlightenment". Zhang Daoran, who is infinitely close to the quasi-immortal emperor, has reached his own bottleneck in Confucianism and Taoism. At his current state, he still cannot understand the artistic conception he wants to see in his heart.

Just one thought away.

The distance of this thought is like an insurmountable natural chasm, which prevents him from entering a higher realm, and at the same time he cannot write the first word of the book "Above the Tao".

Li Congxin couldn't help laughing in his heart.

Old Confucian saint, didn't this hit him?

It seems that his Taiqian Immortal Palace will have another honorary elder sitting in the base camp.

It just so happens that Li Congxin has the light of the other shore that can see through the cause and effect, illuminate the truth, and illuminate his own destiny that is obscured by the secrets of heaven.

Just a beam of light from the other shore can allow Zhang Daoran to get rid of his current embarrassing and troubled situation, enter the fog to find the way forward, and have the opportunity to step into the realm of quasi-immortal emperor.

With the improvement of Confucianism and Taoism, he can understand the artistic conception he wants to see and start writing his "Above the Tao".

Li Congxin said interestingly: "If you can't write anything, then don't force yourself to write."

"It's so troublesome."

"Just put down your pen, go out of the tower to get some fresh air, watch the mountains and rivers, listen to the fairy music, and appreciate the enchanting beauties. There are many pleasant things in life."

"Ah!"

Zhang Daoran didn't seem to be enlightened at all.

He was still depressed.

He smiled sadly: "My friend, you are only eighteen years old. For you, what you said is the beautiful scenery in your life that you still linger on, but I am more than ten million years old!"

"Do you know how I have lived through these ten million years?"

What Li Congxin said made him feel uninterested and boring: "Strong wine, dancing and singing, beauties passing by like clouds, I have already traveled through the heavens and the world, and seen all the flowers in the world."

"Now, I just want to pursue the higher level of mystery that I can't see yet."

Speaking of this, he was lost again: "So, if I don't write, then my life will be like a dead old tree, and it seems that there is no meaning."

"Ah!"

Li Congxin also sighed.

It seems that immortality is really not a good thing. In the end, all interests, hobbies, passions and will will be worn out, and then live like the stones on the shore of the sea. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is just an indifferent one.

Very boring.

He smiled mysteriously again: "In that case, how about I think of a way?"

Zhang Daoran was surprised: "What can you do?"

He could only start writing after he entered the Quasi-Immortal Emperor and his Confucian and Taoist cultivation was improved again. No one in the world could help him with this matter, even if the powerful Quasi-Immortal Emperor or even the more powerful Immortal Emperor came forward, they would be powerless.

And the young man in front of him, although his origin was mysterious and hard to see through, definitely could not help him.

Li Congxin said: "I have light."

"Light?"

Zhang Daoran couldn't help but look confused and a little suspicious.

Li Congxin nodded firmly: "Yes, the light that illuminates your life."

Zhang Daoran was surprised.

Then, he sweated slightly.

How could this young man who could read billions of books and was as knowledgeable as him, and whose demeanor and grace were also outstanding, joke with him? Little guy, you think you are God, Jesus, and you have light.

"My friend, you are joking."

Thinking that Li Congxin was just joking, the generous Zhang Daoran didn't mind. The main reason was that Li Congxin had such a good temperament that he wanted to get close to him and talk to him as soon as he saw him.

But Li Congxin still asked, "Do you believe in light?"

Zhang Daoran was sweating in his heart.

Little guy, why are you taking it seriously?

He is an old immortal in the hearts of the people. You ask him if he believes in light? Isn't this funny? Isn't it a bit ridiculous?

Looking at Li Congxin's serious look, he smiled again in his heart.

Eighteen years old, the age of dreaming, full of freshness and enthusiasm for everything, that feeling is so beautiful! Young boys, no matter how mysterious their origins are, are still young people after all, and they are always naive.

He was an easy-going person, so he followed Li Congxin's wishes and smiled, "Then believe it!"

"Just believe it."

Li Congxin waved his hand, buzz——!

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared, like a spotlight on the stage, and hit Zhang Daoran directly with a "snap".

Wow!

In the light of that beam of light, Zhang Daoran's old body suddenly shook, and his white hair fluttered violently as if in front of a hair dryer.

In his originally dim eyes, there was a bright glow.

The charm was great.

For a moment, a kind of ink-like truth and mystery flowed in his body, and the fog in his own secrets rolled wildly in his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to really see the light, not in his eyes, but in his heart.

The light that illuminates his future.

Under this beam of light, he felt that millions of years of deep thinking and meditation were not as much as this moment of comprehension.

Zhang Daoran was shocked: "The light of the other shore!"

Even he, an old Confucian saint of the world who has lived for more than 10 million years, was shocked to the extreme at this moment.

If the boy in front of him was a supreme master of the universe, Zhang Daoran would be able to smile slightly, not surprised or amazed. But Li Congxin had the light of the other shore in his hand, which made him feel incredible.

How could a boy possess the light of the other shore? This supreme treasure, the first beam of light between heaven and earth, there is only this one beam between heaven and earth!

What is the origin of this young man?

Could he be the descendant of the ancient emperor who has disappeared in the long river of time for countless epochs?

[Ding! You give Zhang Daoran 1 beam of light from the other shore, triggering a hundredfold rebate, and get 100 beams of light from the other shore. ]

Shocked, Zhang Daoran looked at Li Congxin excitedly, and his gratitude was incomparable at this moment.

"My friend, this, this, is this what you gave me? You, how do you call me..."

When he said this, his voice was choked.

The two of them only met once today, and Li Congxin gave him the only beam of light from the other shore in the world without hesitation. Let's ask, even if they are on good terms, who can be so generous?

How can he, an old Confucian saint who pays the most attention to promises and gratitude, repay this great favor?

"My dear friend, I really can't repay such a great favor! Tell me, do you have anything for me to do? Just tell me."

Zhang Daoran said excitedly: "Tell me, tell me quickly."

It's like receiving a big gift, but if you don't do something for it, you will feel uneasy.

"It's nothing."

Li Congxin was calm and gave the light to others, and he didn't seem to be reluctant to give it up.

"If I really don't make some requests, I'm afraid that you will feel uneasy."

"Then let's do this..."

Pretending to think for a while, he said: "I am the young master of Taiqian Immortal Palace. Senior, since your book tower is now in my Taiqian Immortal Palace, I will invite you to join and become the honorary elder of my Taiqian Immortal Palace in the future. What do you think?"

"No problem!"

"Of course!"

Zhang Daoran suddenly straightened his body, clasped his hands and bowed: "Young master, from now on, if you have an order, don't dare to disobey!"

Under the light of the other shore, he felt that his own thoughts were like a river collapse, and his thoughts were like a spring. It seemed that he had seen a glimmer of dawn. The "Above the Dao" he was going to write seemed to have some outlines...

He couldn't hide his excitement, so he hurriedly asked: "Young master, I don't know your name yet?"

Li Congxin smiled slightly: "Li Congxin!"

Boom!

As the Qi was released, Zhang Daoran's Taoist robe fluttered, his white hair flew, he raised his hand and picked up the pen, and wrote vigorously on the white paper on the table, "Above the Dao", the first page, the first word: Li!

The second word: from!

The third word: heart!

The fourth word: rise!

The fifth word: source!

...

He officially entered the creation.

Looking at Zhang Daoran, who was waving his arms and dancing with ink like an old immortal under the light of the other shore, Li Cong's face was filled with expectation.

If one day Zhang Daoran really finished writing this book "Above the Dao", what would happen?

He didn't know.

But one thing is certain, at that time, the old Confucian and Taoist saint must have been an existence above the "Dao". At that time, he would definitely be a powerful existence that the world could not tolerate.

In his mind, the great way of heaven and earth, the laws of the universe, and the past and present lives can all be turned into nothingness, and can also be made into chaos.

In a thought, even the world can disappear.

Because, if one is above the Tao and beyond all true knowledge, he must have such power.

Even more terrifying!

Then, Li Congxin showed interest again.

The Sword God of All Worlds in the Sword Tower is Gu Du Cang Hai, and the Confucian Sage of All Worlds in the Book Tower is Zhang Daoran. He recruited two strong men who are infinitely close to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor and will surely step into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor in time. I wonder what will be in the "God and Demon Suppressing Demon Tower"?

There won't be a big man who is infinitely close to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, right?

Li Congxin didn't bother Zhang Daoran again. With a faint smile on his face, he used the Space Saint Body to disappear on the second floor of the Book Tower.

In the Book Tower, Zhang Daoran, who was writing with a pen, was left alone, as if no one had been there.