"Bodhisattva?"

Opening his eyes, Zhang Daoran felt a little surprised. He had just advanced to the Chaos Realm, and he was flying freely and aimlessly. You don't have to ride through the clouds and experience the feeling of being like a god.

Now, Zhang Daoran is standing on the top of a mountain, and the mountain is not high, and it is a little gentle. There were several families on the top of the mountain, and Zhang Daoran was standing in a courtyard at this time

In the courtyard, an old man who was too old, with a face full of vicissitudes and wearing ordinary clothes, and a girl who was only seven or eight years old, knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and did not dare to raise her head.

The voice just now was from this old man and young man.

Frowning, Zhang Daoran sighed: "This old man, this girl should get up"

However, the old man and the young did not dare to get up, still lowered their heads, their bodies were not only excited but also scared, and trembled slightly: "The Bodhisattva came to the cold house, we have nothing to entertain, only some ordinary food Bodhisattva came to my house"

Shaking his head, Zhang Daoran felt a little compassion in his heart: "The gods are all high up, and mortals must bow down to greet them?"

Stretching out a hand, the palm of the hand exuded a trace of mysterious power, and the surrounding aura converged, turning into an invisible power, appearing under the knees and armpits of an old man and a young man. The invisible force, the old and the young, was difficult to resist, and was supported to stand up.

"Fushou Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" saw that the old and young were held up, and still didn't dare to raise their heads. The little girl wanted to raise her head, but was stopped by the old man with his hand. Zhang Daoran was even more helpless: "The cultivators of Sihu County, who are poor, are not immortals, not bodhisattvas. This big gift from my husband can't afford it."

The body has no size merit, one worship and one cause and effect, and the body has no merit, and mortals worship it, even the gods can't afford it. What's more, Zhang Daoran has just condensed the rules of yin and yang and turned into chaos, and there is still a distance from becoming an immortal.

Just now, the old and the young worshipped, Zhang Daoran felt the chaotic world shake, and his soul shook. Invisibly, Zhang Daoran's heart was a little unstable. Because of this, he did not receive the supernatural power from the "Huang Ting Jing", but opened his eyes.

"Cultivator?

Zhang Daoran doesn't seem to have malicious intent, and his attitude is not very scary. The old man and the young man raised their heads with a hint of confusion on their faces. The old man has no education, and the little girl is only in the second or third grade of primary school. China has a lot of land and resources, if you want to talk about Qi Province, maybe the old man knows. And Sihu County, a small place with a little-known name, the old man feels very strange.

"The old man raised his head, don't say that the poor road is not a fairy, even if he is a god, he can't afford the kneel of the old man. Moreover, the immortals have soared because of charity, and the immortals have compassion and kindness in their hearts, and they will not embarrass mortals."

Speaking of big truths, my husband won't understand. With these few simple words, the old man really raised his head, and then lowered it again. And the little girl was full of curiosity, and kept looking at Zhang Daoran: "Aren't you really a fairy?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head: "Poor Dao is just a Taoist, not an immortal. ”

"But the light on you was like a light bulb. And I have a nice singing voice on my body, and I feel very comfortable listening to these voices."

The curiosity on the little girl's face was even heavier, and a pair of cute big eyes looked at Zhang Daoran with a wink. Just now, almost instinctively, the old man pulled the little girl to her knees.

Zhang Daoran landed in the courtyard silently, not to mention, the various visions that appeared on his body were not something that technology or means could do at all. And the Sanskrit sound makes people feel quiet and comfortable when they listen to it.

The old man saw Zhang Daoran descending from the sky with his own eyes, and the old man even ran out of the door to take a look. It's not about making a movie, there's no Wia, there's no camera.

The old man listened to his granddaughter's question, and his heart was also full of curiosity. It's just not as innocent as the little girl, and there is a trace of fear in my heart. In the old man's opinion, the power of the gods cannot be blasphemed, and mortals cannot collide with the gods.

Slightly stunned, Zhang Daoran frowned. As soon as the little girl said this, Zhang Daoran realized that when he received the supernatural power just now, it was only the consciousness body that entered the chaotic world, and the main body was still floating outside.

came here by chance, showing a little unusual, this pair of grandfathers and grandsons misunderstood.

"Can you become an immortal by cultivating?"

The little girl is still young, and at this age, it is the time to fantasize about magical things. Moreover, this little girl has not yet been exposed to the term atheism. For the cultivation of the Tao, the little girl yearns for the various miraculous performances with Zhang Daoran just now: "This is a flying cultivator"

Nodding, Zhang Daoran smiled and said, "Cultivation is the pursuit of immortality, flying to the sky, picking stars and taking the moon"

Zhang Daoran's heart throbbed slightly, and his Tianyan eyes opened unconsciously. A trace of aura entered the little girl's body, and an extremely small, almost negligible aura remained in the body.

"The spiritual veins are about to close, if you can cultivate the Dao, you will definitely be able to witness the Immortal Dao"

Zhang Daoran was surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect to inadvertently find a spiritual psychic who had been difficult to meet in many places. Zhang Daoran was even more surprised that between this little girl and Zhang Daoran, when the little girl asked if she could become an immortal, there was a trace of luck.

A hint of joy appeared on his face, and he asked softly, "Are you willing to cultivate?"

"Cultivator, can you fly like you, can you shine on your body?"

Zhang Daoran looked at this cute little girl and nodded: "Naturally, you can, but cultivation is hard, you need perseverance, and you may not be able to succeed." ”

Zhang Daoran told the truth, and he was not coaxed because the little girl was related to his luck.

"You said that cultivators, who pursue immortality, can fly to the sky and the earth, pick the stars and take the moon. You can fly, I see, immortality I don't know, then you, can you pick a star for me?"

On the innocent little face of the little girl, a trace of yearning appeared, looking at Zhang Daoran, there was some expectation in her eyes.

For some reason, Zhang Daoran suddenly felt embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a trace of helplessness: "Poor Dao has not become an immortal yet, and he can't do it yet."

"That"

The little girl had a hint of disappointment on her face: "You were just bragging?"

"Moe"

The old man was not as innocent as the little girl, and he was a little ignorant of the perception of danger. When the old man said this sentence to the little girl, he only felt that his soul was in danger, his face was white, and his knees were weak, and he was about to kneel: "The gods forgive sins, Xiaomeng"

Zhang Daoran waved his hand, not caring at all: "Children are innocent, it's okay"

"Your name is Chu Meng" Looking at Xiao Meng, Zhang Daoran waved his hand: "Come on, come close to the poor road, observe and observe"

Zhang Daoran's indifferent attitude, the old man was relieved, but when he saw Zhang Daoran and let his granddaughter approach, the old man was still very nervous. A lot of thoughts came to mind: "This Taoist master descended from the sky and said that he was not an immortal, and he didn't know what his personality was, and he didn't know what his heart was. I see that he still has some skills, did he come here on purpose?"

People's hearts are unpredictable, and the gods are still good or bad, how can cultivators only have good people?

The old man thought for a moment, did this cultivator come here for some purpose: "Our family is surrounded by walls, Xiaomeng's parents are gone, and now our grandparents are living in difficulty, what else can others do to us?"

"Could it be" The old man's face turned pale instantly, and he thought of a fainting thought in his heart: "Could it be like on TV, this is an evil way, picking yin to supplement yang, focusing on catching little girls, as a cultivation furnace, he must have specifically inquired about our family, otherwise how could he know Xiaomeng's name?"

These thoughts formed in my mind in an instant, and as soon as I settled down, I saw that Xiaomeng was already close to Zhang Daoran. At this moment, the old man forgot whether the cultivator on the other side was good or bad, whether he would kill people, forgot all the dangers, and only had his granddaughter in his heart. The old man's strength came from nowhere, and his originally somewhat rickety body rushed towards Xiaomeng at an incredible speed.

Even if the other party is a fairy, for the safety of his granddaughter, the old man can't care about this.

"Xiaomeng is back" The old man's body seems to be a little unsound, his steps are not very neat, and he shouts while running: "Help"