At midnight, Zhang Daoran still got up to cultivate.

The door of the Taoist temple opened, and Zhang Daoquan was already sitting cross-legged in the original place where Zhang Daoran was cultivating. A faint aura entered the entire body of Zhang Dao, still escaping out, leaving no trace behind. The cold wind was shivering, and Zhang Daoquan's thin body trembled slightly.

"Over the years, the spiritual veins are not open, and no matter how hard you work, you have no chance to become enlightened. ”

Zhang Daoran walked to the other side of the gate and sat cross-legged, running the exercises and began to practice.

The human soul in the yin soul has been formed, and Zhang Daoran clearly feels that the induction aura is clearer than before, and the five elements aura can already be clearly distinguished. The soul with its eyes closed in the sea of consciousness has become clearer, just like a real person. The silk threads exude a mysterious, ancient and distant atmosphere. Zhang Daoran wanted to investigate, but found nothing.

"This should be the Tao, the law, the formation of the human soul, can already be seen, but cannot be understood. This is the way to the road, and you can't feel it?"

Since he can't comprehend, Zhang Daoran no longer insists on comprehending. Perhaps the three souls of heaven, earth and man gather, and these laws of the Great Dao can be understood. The human soul was formed, and the sense of aura was clearer, and Zhang Daoran tried to control the surrounding aura to gather around.

Sure enough, the more and more aura around him gathered, the exercises ran faster and faster, and the more aura they absorbed and refined.

The human soul perception slowly expanded outward, and the aura within nearly a hundred meters was gathered around. If the human soul wants to expand again, it has reached the limit, and it is difficult to extend it by a fraction: "This is the limit of the power of the human soul......" Zhang Daoran instantly realized, everything within a radius of 100 meters was perceived, a trace of wind blew, and a stream of spiritual energy floated by. The sound of Zhang Daoquan's breathing in the distance. It's just that it is not as clear as the eyes can see, a radius of 100 meters, the wind and grass are blowing, and they can't escape the perception.

As soon as noon passed, the aura gradually became mixed, and Zhang Daoran stopped practicing and opened his eyes. Zhang Daoquan was no longer there, and more than half an hour ago, Zhang Daoquan couldn't withstand the cold wind at night and returned to the Taoist temple. Zhang Daoran stood up and did not return to the Taoist temple, but walked down the mountain.

Longhushan preached, Zhang Daoran did not plan to go again. This is the first time and the last time I participated in the preaching of Longhu Mountain.

"In the battle of luck, the poor road will not give in. How people's hearts are depends on their own choices. The next time I preach, I will have to be in Sanqingguan. ”

In one sermon, with only a few hundred people, Zhang Daoran got more than 3,000 silk threads of luck, which was several times more than Li Daniu performing outside for so long.

"Zhang Daoyi, I don't want Poor Dao to go again. ”

When Zhang Daoran finished preaching, Zhang Daoyi's complex emotional fluctuations obviously regarded Zhang Daoran as a threat.

"Threaten it, threaten it, the poor Dao originally needs to gather the luck of the world's Dao sects. Who is strong and who is weak, when the time comes, we will know. ”

The Heavenly Master's Mansion has a great reputation in the world's Daomen, and as a leader-like existence, Zhang Daoran didn't take it to heart: "Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the Tao, what you pursue is immortality." There is hope for immortality here, and the hearts of the people are longing, and any conspiracy and trickery you have will not help. ”

Shrinking the ground into inches, Zhang Daoran walked leisurely, and appeared a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye: "Since you have gone down the mountain, let's walk back this way and enjoy the scenery along the way." ”

......

As soon as the sky was bright, Zhang Daoquan still got up and walked into the yard against the cold wind: "Lao Dao couldn't bear the cold last night, this time I added a cotton coat, it should be better." ”

Zhang Daoquan was bloated, dressed very thickly, and carried a futon in his hand: "With a futon, you won't feel the cold on the ground, why didn't you think of it two days ago?"

"The real person must have already started cultivating, and the old Taoist is still getting up late. ”

Zhang Daoran's door was not closed, and the door of the Taoist temple was also open, thinking that Zhang Daoran should have gotten up and started to cultivate. Walking out of the courtyard gate, his eyes looked at both sides of the door, but he didn't find Zhang Daoran's figure. Zhang Daoquan put the futon on the edge of the cliff and sat cross-legged: "Wouldn't it be that the old Tao is here, affecting the real person, and the real person will find another place to cultivate?"

Zhang Daoquan closed his eyes and began to work hard to sense the aura. Half an hour passed, and Zhang Daoquan could no longer hold on. The coldest time in winter is the night before the sun rises, Zhang Daoquan feels that his legs are sore, almost frozen, and his feet have lost sensation.

"The old Dao still has no cultivation talent, it's really like what the real person said, the spiritual vein is difficult to cultivate, the old Dao spiritual vein is not opened, where is the spiritual vein?" Zhang Daoquan stood up cautiously and moved his body: "If you have a chance, you have to ask the real person." ”

At this time, it was already dark, Zhang Daoquan did not plan to go back to sleep, and began to recite the Taoist scriptures.

Until the sun rose, all the disciples got up, and Zhang Yimao broke into Zhang Daoquan's room in a panic: "Master, it's not good, Zhang Zhenren is gone......

The hand holding the scripture trembled, and Zhang Daoquan got up: "Why is it gone?"

Zhang Yimao took out a blank piece of paper with a few lines of handwriting. Zhang Daoquan stretched out his hand to take it, looked at it twice, and sat back dejectedly: "I didn't expect that the real person has planned to stop preaching, pack up, let's go to the Heavenly Master's Mansion." ”

......

When Zhang Daoquan's eight masters and apprentices arrived at the Heavenly Master's Mansion, they found that there were obviously a lot more Taoist priests in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, which was more than twice as many as before.

"It's a pity that you have lost the opportunity to come today, the real person has already left, and if you want to hear the sermon, you can only wait for Zhang Tianshi's Christmas next year. ”

The new faces I saw today were all three sects and six sects, and the Taoist priests who didn't preach yesterday were all there. Maybe I heard about the magic of Zhang Daoran's sermon, and I only came here today. It's a pity that I missed the opportunity, and I want to listen to it again today, but I don't have the opportunity.

"Zhang, what about Zhang Zhenren?"

Zhang Daoquan's arrival instantly surrounded many Taoist chiefs. Their eyes were eager, and their eyes searched around, but they didn't find Zhang Daoran's figure.

"The real person has left the book last night and said goodbye, if you want to hear the sermon again, you can only wait for next year's ......" Zhang Daoquan took out the letter left by Zhang Daoran: "Take a look." ”

Zhang Daoran's book, everyone passed it to watch, and their faces were a little regretful and regretful. Those who have heard Zhang Daoran's sermon are full of regret, and those who have not heard Zhang Daoran's sermon are full of regret: "...... will be the birthday of the heavenly master next year."

Everyone had expectations in their hearts again, and they were silent.

I don't know when, Zhang Daoran's book was passed to Zhang Daoyi's hands. Zhang Daoyi's face changed, the pupils of his eyes shrank, and he secretly said in his heart: "This is obvious, and you want to come against the Heavenly Master's Mansion." ”

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Daoyi put away the letter, walked onto the platform, and took a deep breath: "Fellow Daomen, the Sanqing Guanguan in Sihu County, Qi Province advocates Taoism, and it is Zhang Tianshi who is worshipped, and he is a member of the sect. From today on, Sanqingguan in Sihu County is one of the altars of Zhengyi, and Zhang Daoran is my second teacher. Next year, Zhang Tianshi will hold a sermon at the Sanqingguan Altar for Christmas. ”

"What a lot of courage...... "Regardless of whether it is a Zhengyi sect or another Taoist sect, his heart is full of awe: "Zhang Zhenren is alone, and he has the ability to suppress the Heavenly Master's Mansion, this is the Heavenly Master's Mansion has made a compromise!"

Zhang Daoran left a book in his mind, and everyone didn't care about the competition between the Heavenly Master's Mansion and Zhang Daoran. Next year, you don't have to offend the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and you can still go to Sanqingguan to listen to the sermon, which is the best news.

"The misty avenue is inaudible, and it is the same as the sects of the monastic. In May, when the birthday of the Heavenly Master was born, the Sanqing Taoist Temple opened the mountain gate......"

Amazing sermon, this time not to be missed!