Dragon Tiger Mountain, Heavenly Master's Mansion, in a quiet room, Long Yun was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes, explaining the way of cultivation to Zhang Daoyi and others. Long Yun's speech was very obscure, and in the quiet room, he was originally soft-spoken and witty, but to Zhang Daoyi and others, it was like a lullaby.

Long Yun is in his forties, with five strands of beard and a clear face. Not very tall, slightly thin. However, Long Yun had a kind of arrogance, and this kind of arrogance made people feel indifferent.

Long Yun's breath fluctuated, like ten thousand long swords, shocking the sky. It is intimidating and does not dare to look directly.

Long Yun explained the way of cultivation, although Zhang Daoyi and the others didn't understand, they also listened very carefully, there were only four or five people in the quiet room, all of them were people from the Heavenly Master's Mansion Zhang Daoyi thought he was talented and intelligent, and they also listened very carefully.

The path of cultivation is inherently obscure, and if you understand it as soon as you hear it, is it still cultivation?

Zhang Daoyi and the others didn't dare to slack off, they memorized by rote, and wanted to keep every sentence of Long Yun's explanation in mind. However, the more this is the case, the more shocked I finally found that in addition to what Long Yun just explained, I can still remember that the front is blurry.

"It's better for Zhang Daoran to explain the miraculous abnormality, just like the saying of the immortals, which makes people feel like they are engraved into the soul, and it is difficult to forget it......" The inexplicable Zhang Daoyi had a strange feeling in his heart: "I don't know if with the future luck of the dragon and tiger, and Zhang Daoran will be embarrassed, and in the end it will make the dragon and tiger ......fall even more."

Suddenly, cold sweat was dripping on Zhang Daoyi's forehead, and he drove this thought out of his mind: "Even though Zhang Daoran's sermon is very mysterious, there are many visions, which makes people feel like a fairy and witness an unknown fairyland. However, apart from revealing the unpredictable prophet and preaching mysteriously, Zhang Daoran did not reveal the magical Taoism of the cultivators. ”

Raising his head slightly, looking at Long Yun who closed his eyes and explained the way of cultivation, Zhang Dao's eyes showed a trace of fanaticism: "Long Yun is a senior, who can thunder on a sunny day, summon thunder and rain, and arrange formations, this is the means of a true cultivator......"

Even if the island in the middle of the lake also has a formation, and at this moment, Zhang Daoyi thinks that Long Yun is still more powerful.

"Yes, swallowing the spirit and accepting the qi, strengthening my soul, and consolidating my foundation. Reiki turns into pills, and longevity lasts forever......"

Long Yun was still explaining the way of cultivation, Zhang Daoyi quickly gathered his mind, with a trace of chagrin on his face: "Even if I don't understand it, but Long Yun's predecessor can't miss ...... preaching."

However, as soon as Zhang Daoyi was about to listen carefully to the way of cultivation, there was suddenly a violent wind in the quiet room. Long Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in front of everyone, suddenly his sleeves bulged, and the aura in the quiet room was chaotic, and a trace of terrifying momentum made Zhang Daoyi and the others unable to stop moving a few meters away.

At this moment, Long Yun opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes burst out. Looking down at his chest, he flipped his palm, and a jade talisman was pulled out of his chest. The mist is like a fine jade flowing in mist, showing an extraordinary purple light. A trace of heart-pounding fluctuations escaped.

Long Yun suddenly looked shocked, and looked at this jade talisman incredulously: "Who is it that cracked the Poor Dao Hidden Trace Concealment Talisman?"

This talisman was refined by the ancestor of the Longmen Sect after several years of work. It has been thousands of years and months now. If it weren't for his special status and transcendent status in the Dragon Sect, this talisman would never have allowed him to wear it.

However, there were a few cracks in this high-level talisman: "What kind of master is it that person who cracked the talisman of the poor road and spied on the identity information of the poor road?"

"On the land of Huaxia, or on the earth, is there a monk who is stronger than Zhang Daoran?"

The voice explaining the path of cultivation stopped abruptly, and Long Yun raised his head, suppressing the emotional fluctuations on his face. I don't want everyone in Longhu Mountain to see their frightened faces.

"A monk who is even stronger than Zhang Daoran?" Zhang Daoyi was taken aback, with a thoughtful look on his face, and shook his head: "The disciple has been cultivating for decades, or the entire dragon and tiger for thousands of years, there is no relevant record of a powerful monk, and the disciple is also the first time to see a monk like Zhang Daoran......

A little surprise flashed on Long Yun's face, and finally the corners of his mouth curled: "Interesting, it seems that the poor Dao still underestimated you... That's what makes it interesting..."

Long Yun hid the horror on his face, and Zhang Daoyi and the others looked at it in their eyes, and their hearts became inexplicably worried.

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In Songshan Shaolin, in a meditation room, Master Su Hui and Master Xingming listened to the dragon explain Buddhism. Beside the descending dragon, a miniature version of the python with chopsticks of length and thickness lazily coiled into a snake formation.

This miniature python has two meat buns on top of its head and a meat bun on its belly. I heard what the Dragon Descending Venerable said, this is a python that has already begun to cultivate and is about to turn into a dragon. In time, it will inevitably retreat from the body of the python and become a divine dragon that soars for nine days.

Master Su Hui, Master Xingming's attention is not here. Master Su Hui listened with relish, but Master Xingming had an irritable face: "Venerable Dragon Descending has explained the Dharma several times, but there is no such miracle as Zhang Daoran's preaching, fortunately, my Songshan is a place to cultivate Buddha, and I don't have to worry about the Buddhist disciples' hearts towards the Three Qingguan." However, this time, the Dragon Descending Venerable and Long Yun Zhenren joined forces to contain Zhang Daoran, can they succeed?"

Master Xingming instantly lost his original confidence in the Dragon Venerable and Long Yun, although he didn't understand that Dragon Descending Dragon Yun was originally a sworn enemy, why did he join forces to restrain Zhang Daoran's rise, but it also showed that Zhang Daoran's strength was strong: "There are two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and cultivators pay the most attention to their own gains." The Venerable Venerable Descending Dragon Dharma is boundless, unpredictable, and Long Yun is truly humane and mysterious, calling for wind and rain. This can be seen, but those who listen to the Tao and those who listen to the Dharma can see but not touch, and there is awe in their hearts but not in respect, and when they have nothing to gain, it is still more attractive to see the Three Pure Views......."

Xingming did not listen carefully to the dragon to explain the Dharma, with the magic of Zhang Daoran's preaching at the beginning, Xingming found that now, the preaching of the two masters of Buddhism and Taoism is so boring. If Su Hui Shi Bozu hadn't let him come, he would never have come.

Suddenly, Xingming clearly saw that the Dragon Descending Venerable, who was speaking the law, was still saying the Dharma in his mouth, but a trace of horror and even horror flashed on his face. Xingming felt a little weird: "Venerable Dragon Descending is saying the law, how can there be such a reaction?"

The dragon descending speech gradually stopped, opened his eyes, and said: "That's it, the poor monk has a little gain, so let's retreat......

Xingming was full of doubts in his heart, the Dragon Descending Venerable boasted that he was close to the Buddha, but the shock just now could not be concealed no matter what: "The Dragon Descending Venerable is in such a realm, what else can make him so frightened?"

Although puzzled, Xingming followed Master Su Hui to stand up and leave. As soon as he walked out of the door, Xingming was about to close the door of the meditation room casually, when the dragon suddenly asked: "In the land of Huaxia, apart from Zhang Daoran, a cultivator, are there any other strong people?"

Xingming's heart was even more weird, but his face did not move: "Hui Venerable, I haven't heard of ......"

The dragon nodded, and Xingming closed the door to the meditation room. Only then did the dragon raise the Buddha bead in his hand at an incredible speed and carefully examine it. I don't know what material the Buddha beads in my hand are, engraved with a lifelike Buddha Bodhi, exuding a strange fragrance, and the person who smells it is calm.

However, the Buddha beads in the hands of the descending dragon, each Buddha bead, there are several small cracks: "Who is it, who spied on the identity of the poor monk?"

The dragon descended with horror on his face: "The Buddha bead is damaged, and it is even more difficult for the poor monk to find the spatial gate to return to the Kunxu Land......"

"Is it Zhang Daoran?" "The last time I went to the island in the middle of the lake, although I didn't see Zhang Daoran, but that kind of formation Dao shows that Zhang Daoran's formation Dao cultivation is not very strong, compared to Long Yun, how can I have such a strong strength, let me Kunxu Shaolin Sect, the treasures passed down through the dynasties be damaged?"

The descending dragon stood up, looked out the window, and muttered: "Is Zhang Daoran's appearance a blessing or a curse?" It seems that I need to meet this Zhang Daoran, a magical cultivator. ”