Not far from Chang'an City, there is Bali Village.

Outside Bali Village, there are two hills.

After passing through a gorge in the mountains, the gate of Chang'an City can be seen in the distance.

Between the two gorge walls, the wind blows, birds fly, indigo swaying, and light smoke curls up, which is actually a good place.

At this time, a white crane suddenly flew across the gorge wall.

On the back of the white crane, there was a person standing with a long body.

This man was dressed in Bagua Taoist robes, with three long strands of beard fluttering in the wind. He had a fly whisk leaning on the crook of his hand, and he was full of dusty aura.

Anyone who looks at it will probably praise it for being a true Taoist cultivator.

The Taoist was walking on a crane. Although it was dark night, his sight could not be blocked. Chang'an was already in sight in the distance.

He couldn't help stroking his long beard with his hands, and there was a sigh in his eyes.

Although he personally went down to Longhu Mountain and rushed to the imperial city this time, he might not be able to achieve much.

It's not about whether we can escape the emperor's calamity, but even if we survive this calamity, there will still be calamity after calamity waiting ahead.

It is said that God's will is difficult to change, but how can it be changed by manpower?

It's just like what the teacher said, since we are human beings, we should do our best.

"That Taoist priest!"

The Taoist rode the wind, and almost in a flash, he flew across the gorge, which even ordinary people would have to walk for two days.

Just as he was about to leave the gorge, he suddenly heard someone calling from below.

The Taoist was slightly surprised.

This was at night, with dark clouds covering the sky, covering up the moonlight and stars.

He was high up in the sky, so ordinary people couldn't see him.

There are important matters in human life, so I just ignored them and just flew by.

However, he suddenly realized that after flying for a few breaths, the mouth of the gorge, which was so close at hand, was still ahead.

He is a crane born with a spiritual species. When he flaps his wings and flies, he can cover a distance of several miles, hundreds of miles or thousands of miles in just a moment.

How could it be possible to fly for so long within such a short distance?

Taoist people know that they are meeting an expert.

He is still an incredible master.

This kind of method of turning mountains and rivers around, turning the distance into the distance, is probably only a teacher who can do this.

He is absolutely inferior.

And it happened that he was stopped at this very moment, within easy reach of Chang'an.

Sure enough, God's will is difficult...

The Taoist sighed in his heart.

With a sweep of the dust, the cloud crane simply descended and landed beside a mountain stream in the gorge.

An old woman, leaning on a walking stick, slowly walked out from the path beside the mountain stream. She looked at the Taoist with a smile. Although she was dressed simply, she was quite graceful.

"How can this Taoist priest be so anxious when he rides a crane to ride the wind in the cold night?"

well……

The Taoist sighed secretly in his heart, stroking his long beard and saying, "Since this female lay practitioner has such magical powers and blocked the way of the poor Taoist, how can she not know what the poor Taoist is going to do?"

"I just don't know where the female lay practitioner comes from? Why do you want to block the path of a poor person?"

The old woman chuckled and said, "The Taoist master is a true cultivator. How come he doesn't know that God's will is difficult and wants to do such an unnatural thing?"

"The old woman really has no ill intentions. She just wants to advise the Taoist priest. After cultivating the Tao, you should uphold tranquility and obey nature. If you are contaminated with too much worldliness, you will hardly be able to be good, and you will ruin your practice, let alone the world.

Doing something against nature?"

"Everyone in the world says that I practice Taoism and only bury my head in the mountains, calling me an immortal."

The Taoist shook his head and said: "You don't know that only one person and one mountain can become an immortal. There are people first, and then there are immortals. Let alone a poor person with a shallow Taoist practice, he is far from being called an immortal."

"God's will is difficult to do. As a human being, you still have to use up your human resources."

The old woman nodded in approval: "You really have the Tao and the true cultivation. This is really a good statement."

The Taoist said solemnly: "Since the female layperson agrees, why not quickly withdraw her magical powers and get out of the way so that the poor Taoist can pass by."

But the old woman smiled and shook her head: "Although the words are not vulgar, there is no way to give way."

The Taoist swept away the dust in his hand and sighed: "Oh, female lay practitioner, in this case, it would be rude for me to be a poor Taoist."

I didn't see how he moved, but golden lights appeared all over his body, meandering around, seemingly slow but actually fast. In an instant, hundreds of golden light talismans were floating and rotating around him.

The surrounding vegetation swayed without wind, rocks floated up, and the gurgling stream stopped flowing.

Just the dissipated breath will cause things in the world to be out of order.

The old woman was still leaning on a cane and looking at him with a smile.

But at this moment, the thick dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and in an instant, the stars all over the sky appeared.

Both the Taoist priest and the old woman looked stunned.

He raised his head and looked towards the center of the northern sky.

In the Ziwei Star Wall, a star that had been dimmed and almost extinguished actually shined brightly again, illuminating the entire Ziwei Star Wall.

Although the old woman was suspicious, she was not surprised. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

He pinched it lightly with his fingers a few times, and his eyes became more suspicious.

At this moment, a ray of silver light flew through the sky and fell towards the dazed Taoist.

But it was a small silver crane, circling around the Taoist and making a chirping sound.

After a few breaths, it turned into little silver stars and dispersed.

The man was stunned again, then slowly opened his mouth and smiled.

After just a moment, his smile grew stronger and he laughed loudly, making his three long beards tremble.

"Hahaha……"

"Who said destiny is destined and God's will is hard to change?"

"Hahaha, it seems that my Taoism is really shallow, so I'd better go back to the mountain to practice."

"Go and have a rest, go and have a rest!"

"Hahaha……"

The Taoist shook the fly whisk in his hand, and the golden talismans around him disappeared. He stepped on the back of the crane and rode away in the wind.

Only a long laugh echoed in the air.

The old woman had also withdrawn her gaze from the stars in the sky.

Watching the Taoist disappear into the night sky, listening to the long laughter, he still shook his head with a smile.

He slowly turned around, tapped the crutch in his hand, and disappeared.

There was only an old voice with a smile: "The secrets of heaven are so mysterious..."

"This kind of good fortune is really not easy to come by..."

…

In the western suburbs of Chang'an, the sound of banging came from the winding forest roads.

A black donkey swung its four hooves and ran out of the road.

There is a man riding on the back of a donkey.

He was wearing a coarse cloth robe, which covered his thin body and was baggy.

His face is white, his beard hangs down from his chest, his teeth are sparse and his hair is sparse, his wrinkles are as sharp as a knife, and his face is strangely old.

Holding a fishing drum in her arms, her skinny body was trembling back and forth and left and right as the black donkey jolted her.

If he were really an ordinary old and decrepit person, his body and bones would probably be shattered.

"Ouch, ouch!"

"You bastard, do you want to kill me?"

"If the old Taoist dies, you, the black guy, won't be able to live happily ever after!"

This very old man was actually riding a donkey backwards.

The black donkey made him roll forward and backward on its back, moaning all the time, but he couldn't throw him off. He held the fishing drum like a bamboo tube in his arms, but it didn't come loose.

"Huh?"
To be continued...