"Preaching?"

As soon as Zhang Daoran's words fell, Nangong Ling and the others changed their faces, Nangong Ling's eyes rolled wildly, and he was a little panicked.

As the princess of the Sea Clan, Nangong Ling has heard the powerful preaching of the Sea Clan powerhouse more than once.

As for preaching, what can be gained, Nangong Ling is powerless to complain in his heart.

Every time I listen to a sermon, it's the same, and it makes people drowsy.

Once, a talented man in the clan, a humpback whale, who had not yet transformed, fell asleep when he heard it, and suddenly swallowed a shark monster next to him into his belly...

Nangong Ling still remembers that the moment this humpback whale monster woke up, the surprise and confusion in his eyes.

At that time, the humpback whale monster should be thinking, why did I dream of eating, and in reality there was a fool in my mouth?

That time, it seemed that the humpback whale monster angered a lot of strong people, and the humpback whale monster was directly killed, and its family was also implicated, and the northern exile was sent to...

Nangong Ling's face was a little surprised, he remembered that the family of the humpback whale monster seemed to be exiled to the northeast of the Endless Stone Forest in the Endless Dead Sea, defending against the invasion of the sea tribe by fierce beasts...

"Ling'er..."

was thinking wildly, imagining the kind of torture that would be heard next, and Nangong Ling had an urge to escape. has lived for more than 100 years, preaching once every three years, but there are more than 30 times to listen to the sermon, so Nangong Ling's instinct is to tremble when he hears the word sermon.

After more than 100 years of torture, Nangong Ling is really fed up...

Why do real people preach?

Only preaching can reveal one's own realm of cultivation?

Is just preaching really helpful for other people's cultivation?

Thinking about it, Nangong Ling felt that someone was shouting at him, and began to shake his body: "Ling'er, you are... Soul Recovery... The real man is going to preach..."

I opened my eyes in a trance, and there were already several futons in front of me.

The mother had already sat down at this time, and was pulling her sleeves: "Why don't you hurry up and sit down and listen?"

Nangong Yan didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she watched Nangong Ling sit down and start listening to the lecture in a decent manner.

After all, they are under the fence, and they rely on this place to survive... Sanqingguan is very dangerous, and you must not go out. Here, the master is Zhang Daoran, and he must not offend Zhang Daoran...

At this time, Zhang Daoran didn't talk about preaching, just casually said a few words of Taoism, and they should also flatter a few words.

Since he's going to preach, then preaching is...

Nangong Yan was a little helpless, Nangong Yan, who had lived in the hermit family and the hermit sect for hundreds of years, knew very well what the so-called preaching was...

It's not that the Taoist patriarch inherits the Taoist scriptures, that is, some of the problems encountered when he cultivates, how to solve them, and what are the gains......

That's all there is to it, and after that, it's a constant recitation...

Nangong Ling sighed and closed his eyes silently...

Li Daoqing also touched his nose, Li Daoqing, who looked like he was already old, was once the sect master of the Wuji Sect... As the sect master of the Wuji Sect, Li Daoqing has not preached the Great Dao...

And the so-called avenue of preaching......

Recite the Taoist scriptures, tell some feelings, tell some interesting stories, tell some stories...

"Ugh..."

The Wuji Sect that used to preach once every five years no longer exists, but I didn't expect that the preaching that made the disciples of the Wuji Sect suffer a lot back then is now my turn to taste it...

"Why is there a sermon?"

Li Daoqing knows very well that those who listen to the sermon will be very irritable and drowsy.

The preacher will also feel uncomfortable and unsatisfactory... Not only is sitting there cross-legged, with sore legs, even if there is an exercise to relieve the aura, but sitting for a few days or ten days, the exercises are difficult to relieve the fatigue on the legs in the end...

The last person to sit will lose sensation in both legs, and the body will not sit steadily...

But as a preacher and the head of a sect, I have to continue to endure torture in order to maintain my image, looking at the high platform of the sermon, those disciples and disciples, quietly stretch their legs, move their bodies, you can relieve your fatigue...

After every sermon, it takes a few days to relieve fatigue...

"Isn't that a sin?"

Secretly glancing at Zhang Daoran, Li Daoqing sighed.

Zhang Daoran has been sitting cross-legged on the stone pier like that, every time he sees it, isn't he tired?

"Monkey, don't sit down yet..."

A warm voice, but it made people's hearts tremble.

Li Daoqing and the others turned their heads, and saw that outside the door, Bai Yiyuan pulled the bear's ears and dragged them hard into Sanqingguan... And Xiao Xiong seems to be very resistant, and has always refused to come to Sanqingguan...

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan jumped and screamed, as if there was an annoyance that hated iron and steel, and kept slapping the bear's buttocks... The bear's eyes were full of anger, but he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak...

Occasionally looking at his mother, his face was full of grievances and grievances...

Da Xiong glanced at Bai Yiyuan, and his face was also full of helplessness.

The big bear wanted to tell the little bear: "Son, this is a registered disciple of a real person, you can't be angry if you are angry, you must endure it... Otherwise, you will get out of this monkey and enter the Sanqing Temple..."

It's just that the gate of Sanqingguan seems to be so small, and we can't get in...

"You monkey..."

Zhang Daoran knows very well what everyone thinks.

What everyone thinks, Zhang Daoran doesn't want to ask at all.

Preaching is a move of one's own heart, which is why one decides to preach. And in the dark, the heavens instruct that this preaching will definitely be beneficial...

What are the benefits?

Zhang Daoran really doesn't know...

However, this is the first time that the Heavenly Dao of this world has taken the initiative to contact him and let him preach, and there are benefits.

Looking at Bai Yiyuan like this, this monkey is psychic, far smarter than a bear in the same cultivation realm... The monkey had heard Zhang Daoran preach before, so the monkey understood the meaning of Zhang Daoran's sermon.

"Forget it..."

Zhang Daoran thought about it, and with a wave of his sleeves, the originally normal-sized Sanqingguan Gate was like a twisted water surface, and the two gates kept fluctuating and getting bigger...

In the blink of an eye, the gate is already dozens of feet high and wide... Big bears and small bears, you can get in.

The big bear and the little bear glanced at each other, Bai Yiyuan still refused to let go, pulled the little bear's ears, and walked into the Sanqing Temple step by step... Bai Yiyuan casually found a futon to sit down, and the big bear and the little bear lay in front of the Sanqingguan gate...

At a glance at everyone, a few people have several mentalities, a few animals, there are several animal mentality...

Zhang Daoran no longer continued to kill time, slowly closed his eyes, and gradually Zhang Daoran, who looked extremely ordinary, became more and more simple in Xi'an at this time...

"Poor preaching for three days, and not much preaching, how much can you comprehend, that is your own creation..."

Zhang Daoran seemed to be talking to himself: "The Tao is ......"