The sermon has ended, and the listeners refuse to leave for a long time.

On the high platform of the sermon, the head of the Hengkong Dao stood up, and a dodge disappeared. In the immortal temple, the listeners are talking to each other, and very few people pay attention to the high platform of the sermon. After Zhang Daoran left the sermon platform, Long Yun's mind stayed on the sermon platform, thinking about everything Zhang Daoran preached, and his eyes were always staring at the sermon platform.

At first glance, seeing the Hengkong Dao Leader disappear from the high platform, he was originally in a trance, a little shocked, and set off a storm in his heart: "Zhang Daoran's Dao is mysterious, coming and going without a trace, and he can soar through the clouds and fog, but I didn't expect that the monk on the island in the middle of the lake, who only condenses the two souls of man and earth, also has such magical powers!"

Because of listening to Zhang Daoran's preaching, the head of Hengkong Dao had some feelings in his heart. Seeing that the immortal temple was too noisy at this time, he shrank the ground into inches, walked out of the Taoist temple, and returned to the yin and yang temple to prepare to seize this opportunity. Invisibly, the impact of the reduction of the ground into inches was not noticed.

Long Yun had no intention of listening to the people around him, telling each other about the mysterious artistic conception he had entered after listening to the sermon, and his heart could not be calm for a long time: "It is rumored that Zhang Daoran preached, just like an immortal teaching the law, and the artistic conception is frequent. In the past, the poor Taoist thought that it was a false rumor, and ordinary cultivators only explained the Taoist scriptures, how could it be so magical. Now it seems that Poor Dao still far underestimated Zhang Daoran's ability and realm."

Long Yun stood up, and without anyone noticing, he walked out of the Immortal Temple.

Wandering aimlessly on the Immortal Island, his footsteps followed the same pace, and his eyes looked at everything around the Immortal Dao: "The area of the island in the center of the lake, the entire Beisi Lake, whether it is congenital conditions or human reasons, is far from comparable to the cultivation environment of Longhu Mountain. In this environment, there is a cultivator like Zhang Daoran who cultivates here. ”

Recalling the artistic conception of Zhang Daoran's explanation of the Taoist scriptures in his mind, Long Yun's heart was always hanging: "Zhang Daoran is a person in the Taoist Gate, Poor Dao should be glad that Zhang Daoran is not in the Buddhist Gate, why is Poor Dao always jealous in his heart?"

Long Yun was a little distracted: "Is it because of the poor Dao, he has always regarded himself as the key person in the revitalization of the Daomen in his heart, and he thinks that he should be the leader of the Daomen?"

Whether it is in the land of Kunxu or in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain on the earth, Long Yun has always been a figure at the level of an ancestor in the Daomen: "The arrogance in the heart is difficult to eliminate, and the fame in the heart of the poor Dao is too heavy?"

"In the artistic conception, the purple qi that appears is the key to becoming an immortal, but unfortunately Zhang Daoran's sermon ends here, otherwise, the poor road is in the artistic conception, if it touches the purple qi, will it directly become an immortal and rank in the immortal class?"

The ultimate pursuit of cultivators is to ascend to the immortal realm, enjoy longevity forever, and live with heaven and earth. As a cultivator, Long Yun's ultimate pursuit is naturally immortality. Long Yun frowned, and the slightest ripple in his heart slowly calmed down: "Zhang Daoran can produce this strange effect just by explaining the Dao Sutra and relying on the assistance of the formation?"

The footsteps unconsciously walked to the Xianguan again, standing in front of the door of the Taoist Temple, Long Yun's eyes were condensed, his mind was all constricted, and he carefully identified everything in the Xianguan, wanting to find the location of that formation when Zhang Daoran was preaching.

"The traces of the formation path are difficult to find, and the qi of the five elements is the root. Yin and Yang are differentiated, and all Dao intentions are at will" Long Yun was originally a master of the Formation Dao, but in the Immortal View, Long Yun did not find any traces of the formation. When the formation was formed, Long Yun could see it clearly, and naturally he didn't believe that he was wrong at the beginning: "There will inevitably be a formation, the formation path to break the formation, covering the proverbs of breaking the formation since ancient times, even if Zhang Daoran cultivates to be strong, the poor road is far inferior, and the formation arranged, the method of cracking should also be within the method of breaking the formation."

Long Yun knew that Zhang Daoran's explanation of the scriptures could produce all kinds of artistic conceptions, which must be closely related to that formation. A little excited in his heart, Long Yun refused to give up: "If the poor Dao has this kind of formation, with the land of Kunxu, it is a thousand years of Tibetan scriptures, and with this kind of means of transmitting the law with artistic conception, it will be difficult for the Dao Sect to revitalize if it does not want to." ”

Different from the Taoist temple, where the listener discusses the artistic conception of listening to the Tao, Longyun is already the realm where the three souls of heaven, earth and man are condensed, and the yang gods are first gathered. Long Yun's cultivation itself is very powerful, and the focus of Long Yun's attention is completely different from those who listen to the sermon.

What Long Yun focused on was that mysterious auxiliary formation.

"Senior brother, I don't want to go back yet" Long Yun was looking for the traces of the formation, and a voice came from the courtyard. When I raised my head, I saw Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan walking towards the Taoist temple. Long Yun hurriedly gathered his mind, stood with his hands in his hands, turned his body, and made a distant gesture.

However, Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan did not seem to use the original intention of going out of the Taoist temple, nor did they find Long Yun. Long Yun heard Cheng Yiyan in the courtyard, with some hesitation and a hint of complicated voice: "I understand now, the master's original intention is to use the excuse of the mistakes made by the poor Dao to sharpen my heart." Now I have recognized my mistake and I have been punished. It's just that the master didn't show his attitude and didn't he have forgiven me. If I go back at this time, will the master "

"Third Senior Brother" Zhang Fangfang's comforting voice came: "You can understand the master's intentions, the senior brother is really happy." Do you know, when I knew that you were disrespectful to the master, the senior brother was really angry, and even wanted to go to you for a theory. Later, the senior brother also understood the master's intentions, and the master did not care about the mistakes you made, but took this opportunity to let you sharpen your mind, and you must not live up to the master's teaching and care. Now you go back, the master seems to be very satisfied. More than 1,000 futons, set up a meditation and enlightenment array, with my current cultivation realm, senior brother, it will only take an hour and a half less than you."

"So, the master is not angry at this time?"

Cheng Yiyan's voice was a little excited, and there seemed to be an expectation that others would help him draw conclusions.

"The master is not angry, so you don't have to worry" The footsteps came, and suddenly stopped again, Zhang Yifang continued: "Senior brother, go back, the master once said that you will not let you live in Xianguan." It just so happened that my brother had some insights, and I needed to go back to practice and understand them carefully. Presumably, the junior brother also has an understanding, and he must grasp this opportunity."

"Okay, senior brother, then I'll go back, second senior brother, you say it, I'll wait for him on the boat, and we'll go back together." Cheng Yiyan was a little excited: "I don't know the master, whether to put the old carp, no, Long Yiyun back into the lake, I really want to ride the dragon, travel in the sky, and experience, what is the difference between the master driving the cloud and taking me in the air"

The sound gradually disappeared, footsteps came, and Cheng Yiyan walked out of the Taoist temple.

And Long Yun didn't pay attention at all, the whole person was like an out-of-body soul, he didn't know anything about the outside world, and his face was shocked. At this time, Long Yun's heart was turbulent, and he couldn't calm down for a long time: "How is it possible, the formation that Poor Dao saw turned out to be just an introductory formation to calm down and comprehend the Dao Formation? Moreover, it was laid down by Zhang Daoran's disciple, and it was difficult for Poor Dao to detect any traces of the formation?"

"Zhang Daoran, Zhang Daoran, what kind of ability do you have, Poor Dao still doesn't understand?" After a long time, Long Yun gradually recovered, with a wry smile on his face, and muttered: "The Dao is endless, how can the Poor Dao compare itself to the true cultivation of the world?"

Fortunately, Zhang Daoran preached, with such a magical artistic conception, the Buddha Gate left. Otherwise, Buddhism will benefit from this, and let the opponents of the Daomen increase their strength out of thin air. ”

Long Yun was a little glad that the Buddha Gate had lost face and left without the shame to continue listening to the sermon here. His face changed a little, and Long Yun continued to whisper: "Zhang Daoran has such an ability, if he enters the land of Kunxu, I am afraid that it will be difficult to preserve the status of Zhengyi at that time." We must find a way to prevent Zhang Daoran from entering the land of Kunxu."

"Long Zhenren, it seems that he has a kind of rejection of Buddhism?

In a distraction, unconsciously, the words sounded. Suddenly, a voice came, and Long Yun's whole person felt his soul vibrate, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Yiyan.