The atmosphere is a little weird, the pond is gone...

Who is the owner of the voice that appeared just now?

What is the realm of cultivation?

Why lurk here for ten years?

Zhang Daoran hurriedly communicated with the Heavenly Dao, but in the end found nothing: "The Heavenly Dao, this person can't be recorded!"

Huo Ran raised his head and looked at the place where the gate of time and space appeared just now, Zhang Daoran had a bold guess in his heart: "Isn't it the Huo Tong Cave Heaven Pioneer?"

"Immortal... What can I do? The pond is gone, how am I going to water the ground?"

The woodcutter Ah Heng was dumbfounded, in just a short period of time, the pond was gone... There has been a drought here for ten years, and it is because of this pond that their family has not been affected.

This pond was gone, and the woodcutter Ah Heng immediately lost his master.

There are no rivers here, no streams here... All the water of life depends on the groundwater that is more than ten zhang deep, and the fields are irrigated, and they all rely on the mercy of heaven...

Precipitation is abundant and grain is abundant.

If there is a drought, there is no harvest of grains...

Zhang Daoran probed the Heavenly Dao to no avail, combed the five elements of yin and yang, and did not leave the breath of the person just now. Frowning, Zhang Daoran became a little irritable.

Get used to being in control and know everything. Now that everything is a little foggy, Zhang Daoran is more curious about the world.

Looking at the woodcutter Ah Heng with a sad face, Zhang Daoran also felt helpless.

The cause of all this is because of Bai Yiyuan.

If Bai Yiyuan didn't fall into the water, maybe he wouldn't have alarmed this hidden powerhouse. Then the strong man will not leave like this. The pool is still there. The woodcutter Ah Heng's home will not be affected...

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan was still offering treasures, and handed the dates he was holding in his hand to Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran's heart moved, put away the dates, Bai Yiyuan's eyes widened, feeling incredible, circling around Zhang Daoran, constantly playing with Zhang Daoran's robe, as if he wanted to find out where the dates were put by Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran stretched out his hand and knocked Bai Yiyuan's head, and he also felt helpless. The trouble caused by this monkey head needs to be dealt with by the poor way for him. And this monkey head is still unaware.

This time it was considered good luck and was not harmed. The person just now definitely had the strength to kill Bai Yiyuan... If it weren't for Bai Yiyuan's fast running, he really wouldn't be able to get out...

This monkey must have stolen something inside...

Thinking that when he and Bai Yiyuan first met, Bai Yiyuan was chased to the cave by the villagers. It's because of Bai Yiyuan that he eats and drinks secretly in the village...

Bai Yiyuan was knocked by Zhang Daoran, and then he became honest.

Zhang Daoran sighed: "Layman, this pond is a strange treasure, and now the lord of the strange treasure has taken away the strange treasure, and the pond will disappear naturally... But..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at this side of heaven and earth: "Now the five elements are smooth, yin and yang are combined, the laws of heaven and earth are orderly, the four seasons change, and the wind and rain and thunder naturally moisten the heaven and earth..."

Here, because of the appearance of Zhang Daoran, the five elements of heaven and earth, yin and yang, have been sorted out, and it will no longer be like the previous ten years, when the world was in great drought and the rain did not fall.

"Immortal Chief, is this true?"

The woodcutter Ah Heng was a little unconvinced.

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "Nature is true......"

This is from his hands, this side of the world will be rainy and thunderous, and the four seasons are orderly, how can it be fake?

Zhang Daoran couldn't imagine that in this world, people were in awe of cultivators. Although the woodcutter Ah Heng can face Zhang Daoran normally, deep in his heart, he still has an inexplicable trust in the cultivators...

This trust is a trust in the ability of the ascetic...

The woodcutter Ah Heng smiled: "Since the immortal chief has already said that this is true, then this is true... In fact, rainfall is more time-saving and labor-saving than watering the fields ourselves..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head and walked forward.

The purpose of this visit is the pond, and now that the pond is gone, Zhang Daoran does not plan to continue to stay.

This mysterious powerhouse made Zhang Daoran feel that he was not invincible...

"Villager Wan Shixin, send your Qilin'er to Guanlan Mountain..."

Suddenly, a voice filled the air over the entire village.

Zhang Daoran raised his head and looked into the distance.

The eyes seemed to pierce the endless void and landed on a mountain three miles away.

At the top of this low mountain, an old man with a white beard sat cross-legged. The breeze blows the robe, a little elegant. It's just that Lao Dao's face is indifferent, as if he is facing ants in the world, and his eyes are flashing with a kind of lofty brilliance.

When he saw this old man, Zhang Daoran already knew that this old man was not the owner of the mysterious voice that appeared just now. The mysterious voice just now, just the fluctuation of the primordial spirit energy contained in the sound, was no less than Zhang Daoran's cultivation realm.

And this old way is only the peak of the Yin God, and there is no Yang God realm where the Yin Pole gives birth to Yang.

"Immortal..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng glanced at Zhang Daoran and said in a low voice: "Luo Wanzong, I'm here to rob people again..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng said that he came to rob people!

Even if Zhang Daoran can communicate with the Heavenly Dao, because he has not fully comprehended the Heavenly Dao here, he cannot understand all things, and the world knows it with one thought.

The Heavenly Eye was about to be opened, and the woodcutter Ah Heng continued: "This is Luo Shenxian, the sect leader of the Luo Wan Sect... A month ago, the son of the third uncle's family was born, and they said that the children of the third uncle's family were destined to take the third uncle's children as apprentices..."

Zhang Daoran frowned, isn't it a good thing to get the fairy fate?

The Heavenly Eye Power opened, and Zhang Daoran instantly understood what was going on.

In this world, the strong are respected, and the cultivators are high. And the cultivator prides himself on being an immortal, and he easily does not fall into the red dust. Therefore, cultivators often say: Those who cultivate immortals do not fall into the red dust...

Even if they walked into the red dust, they thought it was a blasphemy against them.

Immortals are so precious, once you apprentice, you will have the opportunity to live forever... But if you enter the master's door, you are a cultivator, you must cut off everything in the red dust, and you can't go home for the rest of your life...

And the cultivators, who have been worshiping the mountain gate since birth, don't know where their home is or who their parents are when they are big...

Some cultivators have never descended once in their lives...

In other words, this time the child was taken away, which means that the child will never be seen again. Even if they can meet in the future, no one knows that this is their own child, this is their own parents...

Zhang Daoran's heart moved slightly, and he sighed.

Is this still what a monk should do?

If you don't get into the red dust, how to cut the red dust?

If you don't get into the red dust, how to train your heart?

Red dust cultivation is the foundation... And how indifferent are the cultivators of this world?

How cruel is it to be separated from flesh and blood, never visible?

"Wan Shixin, I will give you one hour to send the child to this sect... Otherwise, if you delay the child's fairy fate, you will never be forgiven......"

The loud voice once again reverberated over the entire village.

The whole village was quiet, no one came out to see the excitement, no one helped, and no one fell into the well... In the village, in a courtyard, a middle-aged man with a dull face.

A woman, with tears streaming down her face, held her child as if she were holding a rare treasure, and refused to let go no matter what.

"Immortal..."

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and wept bitterly: "The villain is forty-eight years old this year, and he is old enough to have a son, this is the only flesh and blood... The child is young and can't do without his father, please be extrajudicial and forgiving, how many days of grace will it take?"

"Bastard!"

Luo Shenxian was furious, stood up with his sword, and stood in the void: "Are you going to disobey this sect?"