"The air at the top of the mountain seems to be much better......"

A few trips back and forth up and down the mountain, Zhang Daoran smiled, the Spirit Gathering Array had just been built, and before the first commissioning, the air on the top of the mountain was already extremely fresh.

"This is what is called Reiki?"

Zhang Daoran didn't know this, and said that modern society is the era of the end of the law, where the laws do not exist, the ghosts and gods are extinct, and the demons are not born. Because in the era of the end of the law, the aura did not exist, so these non-humans with great power were gone.

"I hope this is aura...... Zhang Daoran's heart was a little hot: "Becoming an immortal is a beautiful yearning." ”

Becoming an immortal as an ancestor, for thousands of years, although it is a legend, many people have tried to do it. Among them, there were many emperors of some dynasties...... Zhang Daoran also wants to become an immortal, he didn't have a chance before, but now that he has it, he naturally doesn't want to miss it.

"The Spirit Gathering Array has been arranged, and some Lost Trace Arrays or defensive arrays should also be arranged......

The Lost Trace Array has been arranged, the defensive formation has been perfected, and it will be safer here. Not only can it prevent thieves, but the important thing is that if there are really demons and monsters, these dirty things will not be able to reach the top of the mountain.

Thinking of doing it, Zhang Daoran continued to dig stones, and he was busy for two hours, with more than 20 stones of different sizes in his hands. The bald brush rubbed on the inkstone for a while before smoothing out the few hairs, and Zhang Daoran began to draw the first rune with concentration.

There are not many runes in the Mystery Circle, only eighty-one, but the runes are more complex and cumbersome.

With enough wrist strength and control of the pen, the hazy balloon in Zhang Daoran's dantian differentiated into wisps of energy and spread to the brush. Carefully controlling the strength, the brush in Zhang Daoran's hand fell......

"Whoa......

The tip of the brush falls on the stone, the dantian is like a break, and the energy in the dantian is like the Yangtze River, boiling in the meridians, almost all of which pour into the brush......

The energy in the dantian was drained out almost instantly, and Zhang Daoran felt like he had lost his strength, and he almost didn't stand firm, so he quickly held the table with his other hand.

"Smack......

The brush in his hand was just an ordinary brush, which could not withstand the destruction of the surging energy, and turned into powder in Zhang Daoran's hands.....

"This is the second-level formation?"

Zhang Daoran was a little frustrated, the second-level formation, just drawing a rune, the energy of his whole body was drained. At this time, Zhang Daoran's feet were weak, as if he was seriously ill.

As soon as the mind moves, he will enter the Taoist temple on the page of the book to cultivate the Baoyuan Shou Dantu.

"Buzz ......"

The thick sound of a propeller came from the sky in the distance, and Zhang Daoran's face changed: "Fang Ting really picked up his grandfather?"

Holding the table with both hands, Zhang Daoran had no strength to move his steps. You can only look out through the cracks in the tattered window paper. The helicopter, which was larger than the helicopter Fang Ting was riding before, slowly landed outside the Taoist temple.

"When you have money in the future, the Taoist temple will begin to expand, and all the open space here will be built into a Taoist temple, and see if your plane can still land......

The summit is the size of a football field, and the Taoist temple occupies less than half of the area, and although the summit is uneven, it is still possible to land a helicopter that goes straight to the mountain. However, Zhang Daoran doesn't like this kind of hustle and bustle very much, and even hates it a little.

The sound of the propeller slowly subsided, and before Zhang Daoran could slow down, Fang Ting rushed into the Taoist temple in a hurry, followed by the slightly taller man in a suit. In addition to this, two strong men carried a stretcher smoothly, and the stretcher had a vertical pole on which were hung drips. On the stretcher lay an old man who was over the age of old, with no blood on his face and black lips.

Don't think about it, this is Fang Ting's grandfather.

"Alas......"

Zhang Daoran didn't know how Fang Ting persuaded her family and doctors to risk her life to bring the old man to this Taoist temple that was not fully sure of healing.

But now that the words have been spoken, there is no room for retreat. Not only to save people, but also to be cured.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, I brought my grandfather, please help with the treatment......

Fang Ting's eager voice came in, Zhang Daoran frowned, then stretched out, and secretly said in his heart: "If you don't say that the Taoist should be merciful, just say that saving this old man's life, I can get some luck threads, and it would be good if I could open the next page of the "Huang Ting Jing......"

Thinking of "Huang Ting Jing", every time I opened a page, there was a kind of magical power, and it was useless to keep the pill to wash the marrow and remove the disease, so I was relieved: "Fang Jushi, bring the old donor in, the two Fang donors don't have to come in......"

Glancing at each other, Fang Ting and her brother stopped, and watched with hope in their eyes as the two strong men carried their grandfather into the house, and then they were driven out, and the door was closed.

"What will the Taoist chief do to save grandpa?"

The brother and sister didn't know, they were a little curious, and they were also very apprehensive. Zhang Daoran had clearly told them at first that Zhang Daoran did not have the ability to save lives and help the wounded.

Thinking about his sister standing on the upper floor of more than 30 floors, forced to die, and wanted to bring his grandfather here for treatment, Fang Tong didn't understand why his sister trusted this Taoist priest so much.

"Little sister, do you think grandpa's illness can be cured?"

Fang Ting hesitated a little and looked at the closed door: "I don't know either...... However, since the Taoist chief has agreed to bring his grandfather here, there must be a way. ”

Fang Tong smiled bitterly: "Then you still have to toss grandpa to bring grandpa here for treatment?"

"Second brother, I went back in the past few days and checked some information about Taoism, and found that Taoism is not as simple as I imagined. It seems that there really are some Taoist masters beyond people's imagination, and that kind of magical ability cannot be explained by science at all. Just like the Sanqing Guanguan advocates the Taoist chief, based on all kinds of miraculous and incredible abilities in the past, I think since he can know that his grandfather is sick, he will have a way to ......"

Looking at Fang Ting, who was serious, Fang Tong said helplessly: "Little sister, weren't you an atheist before, and you really weren't in the mood to consult books on Taoism?"

"At this time and then, when the second brother goes to check those materials, combined with Zhang Daochang's magical skills, I will believe that this world is not as simple as we imagined. Fang Ting smiled bitterly: "Actually, at the beginning, I came to debunk Zhang Daochang's deceptive tricks, and then I came to Sanqingguan." It's just that I found out later that Zhang Daochang is really a capable person. ”

"Little sister......" Fang Tong looked at Fang Ting seriously: "You should be quiet, even if you are reasonable, curing diseases and saving people should be a doctor's business, and now you are pinning your hopes on a Taoist who can't cure diseases...... If grandpa has an accident, the second uncle's family can take the opportunity to rise strongly. This is not a joke, it is related to the future of our family in the future. ”

"I know, but now we have no way, and we may not be able to save grandpa when we go to the United States, the medical level of the United States is very developed, I admit this, but I am only thirty percent sure, I don't want to pin my hopes on a foreign expert. Fang Ting stood in front of the closed door and said with a smile: "If only we can save grandpa......

"This is a heart attack, relying on the talisman seal and those talisman water or chanting the scriptures to pray for God to be cured?"

Fang Tong was furious, he shouldn't have followed his sister to mess around. Although he was in awe of ghosts and gods, Fang Tong didn't think that ghosts and gods really existed. It's just that Fang Tong is still skeptical about Taoist priests saving people.

"Fang Jushi, come in......"

At this moment, Zhang Daoran's tired and weak voice came from the room.

"It's okay so soon?"

The brother and sister didn't bother arguing, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Click......"

The door of the house, which had been in disrepair for a long time, could not withstand the destruction of Fang Tong's vigorous force, and shattered in response......

Ignoring this, the brother and sister entered the room and looked at the old man lying on a stretcher on the ground in the room. At this point, the drip has been removed and set aside. The old man on the stretcher was still pale, but his breathing was much more even, and his lips were bloody.

Looking at Zhang Daoran who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face was also pale and bloodless, as if he was seriously ill, and the faces of the brothers and sisters changed dramatically: "Dao Chang ......"