Hao Shou Lao Dao left, leaving without any hesitation.

What kind of cultivation realm Zhang Daoran is, Haoshou Lao Dao no longer thinks about it, anyway, he is not an opponent at all.

Hao Shou Lao Dao left, and the village fell silent. The villagers of the entire village all looked at the void where Lao Dao left, and their hearts were full of apprehension.

"Immortal..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng got up from the ground, his expression was complicated, some surprise and a little apprehensive: "The immortal chief left just now, and he will definitely come again... Not surprisingly, the villagers here are now packing up their things and leaving..."

Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned, he naturally knew that this old way would inevitably come.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the woodcutter Ah Heng's unnatural expression, Zhang Daoran frowned: "Poor Dao knows that the Taoist friend left just now, and he will definitely come again..."

Not only will it come, but it will come back again, and there will be a river of blood here!

Only those who are high up and have a high position can dominate the world. Now the villagers here have a heart of rebellion in their hearts, which is not what the cultivators of Huotong Cave Heaven want to see. Therefore, they will inevitably completely eradicate the negative side that is not good for them...

The villagers here will surely die.

Only in this way will the world obey the Tao.

Cultivators have been powerful and blessed for tens of thousands of years, and have formed a mentality of self-supremacy in the world. Once you have a disobedient heart, you will be furious. Moreover, the cultivators of the world have been imperceptibly formed, and once someone challenges their authority, they will inevitably rise up and attack them.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the woodcutter Ah Heng's eyes: "Immortal Chief, danger is coming, and you will be in danger here." So, you leave too......"

Zhang Daoran smiled and didn't care.

Walked to the stones in the courtyard and sat down cross-legged: "Poor Dao will not leave, since Daoist friends here are coming, how can Poor Dao let go of such an opportunity to talk about Taoism?"

"But the Immortal... There are so many of them, let's..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng's face was full of anxiety: "The villain knows that the immortal chief has great ability, but two fists are hard to beat four hands, and it is really dangerous to stay here." ”

"Don't worry..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at him: "If the poor Dao is not absolutely sure, he will not risk his life." ”

Zhang Daoran doesn't say that his cultivation is unique in the world, is there some old monsters hidden in this world. Now that the gods are within their reach, the highest cultivation is no more than the Yang God realm.

Zhang Daoran's own realm, he himself is a little vague. Once on the earth, in the realm of those immortals, Zhang Daoran was also easy to destroy.

The rules of the world, immortals cannot stay in the secular world, the law leads, unless there is a secret law, otherwise they will be led to the upper realm. In this world, are there still immortals?

Except for that mysterious powerhouse, Zhang Daoran is not afraid of anyone.

"Immortal..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng's face was full of anxiety, and he kept persuading: "It's really dangerous here, it's better for you to leave." ”

He has a stupid mouth and doesn't know how to persuade people, so he can only repeat these words.

"Why don't you go?"

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face.

Now that danger is coming, it is impossible for the woodcutter Ah Heng to wait for death here. It's just that now, the woodcutter Ah Heng is still here, isn't he afraid of death?

"I can't go..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng beat his chest and paused: "I brought the immortal chief here, so the danger of the immortal chief is caused by me." I can't abandon the immortal and escape alone..."

I didn't expect Ah Heng to be so righteous and give up life and death...

Just looking at Ah Heng's mother, who had already packed up her things and stood in front of the door, very worried and anxious, Zhang Daoran shook her head slightly: "You can't escape... Even if you are away from home now, they will still find you. ”

How can ordinary people understand the supernatural powers of cultivators?

That old man left, this is only one or two hundred people, and the breath has been remembered by him. When the villagers leave, they will still be found one by one, and they will eventually die.

"I know..."

Ah Heng was a little unwilling: "This kind of thing, how can it be once or twice, I don't know how many times it has happened." The village to the east of our village, just because of a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he didn't know how to know his parents, and secretly returned home... In the end, their village was burned to the ground, and no one escaped..."

"You can go to the village and tell the villagers not to rush to escape. Once you leave the village, you can't wait for the channel whip, and you can't wait for you... If they believe in the poor way, they will live well as they always have..."

The reason for this incident is because Zhang Daoran himself, following the woodcutter Ah Heng, came to the village here to find out the secret of the waterhole...

Now because of himself, the villagers are in danger, how can Zhang Daoran sit idly by?

It's just that the Heavenly Dao of this world, Zhang Daoran has still fully comprehended, so some magical powers can't be used yet. Once the villagers left far away, Zhang Daoran couldn't take care of it.

"The Immortal Elder wants to protect me and others?"

Woodcutter Ah Heng couldn't believe his ears, not to mention whether Zhang Daoran had this strength or not, since ancient times, which cultivator would take them ordinary people to heart?

Life and death are not satisfied, let alone protect them.

"Poor Dao will not sit idly by..."

Looking at the puzzled woodcutter Ah Heng, Zhang Daoran sighed and said, "The path cultivated by the poor road is different from theirs. The Tao of the Poor Dao is the rules of cultivation, and with the help of the power of the world, it strengthens itself. Glory and wealth, in the eyes of the poor, but like mud... Cultivators should cherish the world and love the world... The upper body is in the heavenly heart, and the lower body is in the underworld..."

"Yes..."

Zhang Daoran's eyes closed slightly: "Those who are willing to stay still have a glimmer of life, and those who are unwilling to stay, Poor Dao will never ask." ”

The woodcutter Ah Heng struggled all over his face, glanced at his mother, and Ah Heng nodded: "Anyway, it's all a death, it's just a matter of time sooner or later... In this way, it is better to follow the immortal chief, whether it is life or death, everything is based on the will of heaven..."

The providence that the woodcutter Ah Heng said is different from the providence that the old man said just now. The providence that Haoshou Lao said is their own will. The providence that the woodcutter Ah Heng said is the true way of heaven...

The woodcutter Ah Heng left his home and began to explain to the villagers what Zhang Daoran meant to stay.

Zhang Daoran was sitting in the courtyard of the woodcutter Ah Heng's house, and all the actions in the village were in his thoughts. There were only about 100 people in the village, and in just half an hour, half of the villagers left the village with their bags on their backs.

To stay is to die, and there is hope for leaving the village.

This sentence is the most direct thought in the hearts of the villagers who left.

"Immortal..."

At this time, the middle-aged Wan Shixin and his wife, with their children, came to the house of the woodcutter Ah Heng.

Wan Shixin, a middle-aged man, came to the courtyard, and the husband and wife immediately knelt on the ground: "Ask the immortal for protection..."

He is the head of the village, and this incident was caused by his children. Yes, Wan Shixin did not leave.

Zhang Daoran glanced at him and smiled slightly: "Since Poor Dao chose to stay, he has this intention." You are willing to stay, poor road nature shelter youer, etc..."

Wan Shixin still didn't get up, he took the child from his wife's arms, and begged with courage: "Please, Immortal, help us save the child... We know that you have great powers, and we just ask you to look at the young children so that they can live well in the future......"