There was silence in the courtyard, some people left in the village and some people stayed.

When they heard that Zhang Daoran was going to stay and fight against the disciples of the Immortal Sect, some villagers were bold and came to the house of the woodcutter Ah Heng. The courtyard was crowded more and more, and almost all of their eyes were focused on Zhang Daoran, who was sitting cross-legged on the stones.

They were afraid that they would be punished for looking at the immortals so directly, and they would bow their heads just by looking at them.

Wan Shixin's move can be said to be extremely bold.

It is their duty to worship the immortals, and they should not and cannot ask for anything from the immortals.

"The child's problem is not big..."

Zhang Daoran opened his eyes slightly, the child's problem is indeed not big: "The congenital evil qi enters the body, and as the age increases, the evil qi will gather more and more." If you don't exercise restraint, it will affect your child's mind and judgment of things. As a result, he went too far and even became a killing machine..."

"Immortal..."

Wan Shixin was startled, and the villagers in the courtyard were also startled. Wan Shixin knelt on the ground, his face covered with sweat: "Can it still be saved? Isn't the child the reincarnation of an immortal?"

"Reincarnation of an immortal?"

Zhang Daoran looked inexplicable, and looked up at the sky: "If there are immortals in this world, they will not let the children leave their parents since they were young, and from then on, immortals and immortals will be separated." If the child is really the reincarnation of an immortal, he will also have his own inheritance, and he will not let the disciples of the Immortal Sect accept him as an apprentice..."

Immortals...

Somewhat ethereal.

Zhang Daoran had seen the immortal realm on the earth, but it was a scattered immortal breath, not a pure immortal breath. Immortal Dao, now, Zhang Daoran can't even peep.

The villagers were awe-inspiring in their hearts, and what Zhang Daoran said was not wrong.

If there were immortals, they wouldn't be so cold and ruthless... Obviously, it is the realm of transcending all things and manifesting the Great Dao, how can he be so ruthless and unkind?

Life and death, all down to personal preference?

The villagers recognized Zhang Daoran very much, thinking that although Zhang Daoran was an immortal cultivator, he was completely different from the immortal cultivators he had seen before.

Just like when the woodcutter Ah Heng saw Zhang Daoran, everything was so soft that it made people feel close.

"The Tao is nameless, and the immortal does not exist. The world is strong and says, "Existence, is the emergence of the Tao, the appearance of immortals... There is no barrier between immortals, when one day, people subconsciously think that immortals, superior to others, can control their own destiny, is to be immortal, people need to kneel, need to worship, need to lower their posture..."

Zhang Daoran has only been in this world for a few days, but in this world, immortal cultivators have already done whatever they want, without any constraints. How is this caused?

Part of it is the thinking that has been instilled by immortal cultivators for a long time, so that people can form a fixed thinking. Immortal cultivators dominate the world and are high above. And people, blindly obedient, is the only way to live in a worse and worse environment.

In the courtyard, people looked awe-inspiring.

Why do immortals need to bow down and worship when they are superior and high?

Why do the immortals dominate everything, life and death, and control their fate?

How is this caused?

Tens of thousands of years of inheritance have formed a fixed thinking. Yes, they couldn't figure it out, but Zhang Daoran gave them the answer, but they were a little resistant in their hearts.

"Hey..."

Zhang Daoran sighed in a low voice, stretched out his hand, and a black mist floated out of the child in Wan Shixin's arms.

The black mist was invisible, fluttering, like a black cloud. In the air, the shape is constantly changing, and everything in heaven and earth is constantly evolving.

"Shhhhh

People all looked at the black fog in mid-air, and their hearts beat faster.

It's unbelievable that this newborn child would have this kind of thing in his body?

"This is the congenital evil qi, when the pregnant woman is pregnant with Liujia, she does not pay attention to the protection of the fetus, or has been to the place of yin and evil, and the evil enters the body, forming a body of congenital evil qi..."

Zhang Daoran's palm flipped slightly, and this congenital evil qi disappeared and was put away by Zhang Daoran. Such an innate evil qi is not easy to form, if you refine the divine weapon and integrate it into this evil qi, it will inevitably make the divine weapon go to the next level.

Zhang Daoran waved his hand, and an aura submerged into the baby's body: "Now that the evil qi is removed, the baby's body will have a few days of weakness, and the poor Dao will give him a wisp of innate true yuan, and within seven days, he doesn't have to feed him anything..."

"Thank you, Immortal, thank you..."

Wan Shixin and his wife kept kneeling, and their hearts were extremely excited.

originally thought that they had what they wanted, even if Zhang Daoran would not be angry, he would not easily save his child. According to the old Taoist before, the child has entered the body, and he needs to follow him to cultivate, and he can't refine and eliminate this cloud of evil qi for decades...

But this young Taoist priest, with just a wave of his hand, has already solved the trouble that the old Taoist took decades to solve.

The judgment is made from a high level, and this young Taoist chief is kind-hearted, and his actions make people feel like a spring breeze. This is the immortal, this is the Coats!

In the courtyard, there are forty or fifty villagers, who naturally know about the child.

At this time, they were a little happy, although they were still worried in their hearts, but Zhang Daoran invisibly showed his hand, which was reassuring to them.

Stay, maybe there's hope!

"Let's go back, since we have stayed, Poor Dao will naturally protect you and others..."

Zhang Daoran stood up, and his tone was very firm: "Those who have already left, the poor road whip is beyond the reach, but in the village, the poor road is not much difficult." ”

For some reason, the villagers felt that Zhang Daoran's words were very credible.

The villagers dispersed, and Zhang Daoran walked out. Bai Yiyuan followed behind Zhang Daoran honestly. At this time, Bai Yiyuan thought that all this was a chain reaction caused by it after it was transferred into the waterhole.

"Immortal..."

Seeing that Zhang Daoran was leaving, the woodcutter Ah Heng instinctively thought that Zhang Daoran was going to run away... Hurriedly stopped Zhang Daoran, and the woodcutter Ah Heng asked, "Where are you going?"

"Poor Dao will not leave the village..."

Zhang Daoran didn't need the Heavenly Eye to know the thoughts of the woodcutter Ah Heng: "Poor Dao is going around here, and maybe in the future, he will build a Taoist temple here and practice here..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng's face flushed, he was living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain...

Ah Heng, a woodcutter who was a little embarrassed, scratched his head: "I... I'll take the Taoist around with you..."

Zhang Daoran did not refuse, his footsteps were lightly raised, and he arrived outside the hospital.

This village has not many households, unlike some villages on the earth, where there are thousands of people at every turn, the village is very chaotic, one in the east and one in the west, but one hundred and ten households, scattered within a radius of three miles.

There is not a single tree in the village, and there is not a single tree hundreds of meters around the village.

Zhang Daoran looked around with his eyes, but unfortunately this is not a treasure of feng shui, and the aura is quite abundant, but for a sect, this kind of aura is very thin...

"Poor Dao didn't plan to start a sect, just to build a Taoist temple... Maybe one or two disciples will be accepted..."

The Three Qingguan on the earth, Zhang Daoran had no intention of relocating at all.

"Immortal Chief...."

Just when Zhang Daoran was looking left and right, thinking about it in his heart, Ah Heng, the woodcutter who was following Zhang Daoran, suddenly said: "Immortal Chief, do you have any sect disciples, senior brothers or anything like that?"

Zhang Daoran didn't turn around, but said lightly: "None...."

The woodcutter Ah Heng's face was a little depressed: "After all, the immortal chief is just one person, don't fight against them for the sake of the village." They are outnumbered, and when the time comes, ......"