Tianjizi and the others, even though they heard what Zhang Daoran said about bearing the cause and effect, were still a little confused.

Hearing Cheng Yiyan's muttering, everyone smiled and agreed with Cheng Yiyan's statement. Daoist Fengchen shook his head: "Fellow Daoist, do you have to preach before you can implement the plan?"

The alliance of cultivators and demons will be a terrifying combination.

This is clear to everyone, the enemy is too strong, and they are too few in number. There are nearly 100 cultivators on the island in the middle of the lake, but only a few have stepped into the realm of Taoism. The Alliance of Cultivators has countless masters, and it is difficult to find out the strong.

At the beginning, the cultivators of the island in the middle of the lake, except for Zhang Daoran, were all a little flustered.

Ever since Zhang Daoran wanted to establish the Law Alliance, the Cultivator Alliance and the Demon Clan had already begun to form an alliance. In fact, the disciples of Lake Island knew very well that even if Zhang Daoran did not establish a law enforcement alliance, the cultivators would want to occupy the earth and want to clear all obstacles.

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The Hengkong Daoist was also a little incomprehensible: "Daoist friends preaching is like an immortal teaching the Fa, and everyone who hears it will gain something. These cultivators and the demon clan, if they listen to the Tao, they will inevitably improve their cultivation to the realm countless times. Compared with the current Alliance of Cultivators, and the Alliance of Cultivators whose strength has increased by leaps and bounds after listening to the sermon, Poor Dao still thinks that it is not necessary to give them a chance to improve their strength. ”

Yes, listening to the sermon is chance, in the past, they wanted to hear the sermon, but they still need to wait and not say, how many people wanted to hear the sermon at the beginning, but they didn't have this opportunity?

These cultivators, as well as the demons, are all enemies...

Shaking his head, Zhang Daoran could understand what everyone was thinking now.

Zhang Daoran didn't say anything more, only Zhang Daoran himself knew very well that cultivators were all over the earth, and even abroad. This time, Zhang Daoran didn't intend to pay attention to foreign cultivators, the territory of China is vast, and there are already tens of thousands of cultivators who appear on the surface... And those cultivators who can't hide and hide in the deep mountains and forests, I don't know how many there are.

These cultivators will all be destroyers of the earth's order in the future.

Maybe there are cultivators who will not be in the same league with the cultivators and demons, and at the beginning, Zhang Daoran did not plan to arrest them together with those cultivators who did not plan to be born. As the realm of cultivation became higher and higher, Zhang Daoran learned from the laws of heaven that the earth evolved from the cultivation civilization, the mother star of the immortals, to the current social model, and it was no longer possible to return to the cultivation civilization.

Everyone didn't understand Zhang Daoran's approach, and Zhang Daoran didn't plan to explain anymore.

Putting down the Taoist scripture in his hand, Zhang Daoran ordered: "One side, you put down the futon, cultivate and say a word, and serve porridge for all the laymen..."

Zhang Daoran no longer explained, and the Constant Sky Dao Leader and the Wind and Dust Dao Leader were suddenly.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Daoran had already said it clearly, but they still can't understand it, and it's hard to accept it for a while.

Zhang Yifang began to lay out the futon, and Cheng Yiyan and You Yixiu began to make porridge.

The residents of the East Coast, who had come to see the bustle, began to become enthusiastic: "A cultivator, I have too little to do..."

"Uncle Guang, your bowl is still called a bowl? Wouldn't it be your family feeding the cows? No wonder when I came, I saw that you were carrying this big basin, it turned out that you were too greedy..."A young man smiled and took out a stainless steel basin from his bag, which was not too small: "A small word, give me a little more, oops, it's too little, this is not even covered at the bottom of the bowl..."

"Daying, this is the basin you feed the dog at home, tsk, you are really heavy-tasted, you brought all the basins for feeding the dogs, have you cleaned them?"

Uncle Guang was ridiculed just now, and now he seizes the opportunity, of course he won't let it go. His bowl is indeed not a bowl, it is a large basin, but it is not as exaggerated as the British say.

Since the first month, the soup soup on the island in the middle of the lake, they learned that the porridge in the island of the lake is good for the body, this time, they naturally brought their own dishes and chopsticks, and they were all holding large bowls, or basins.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Cheng Yiyan felt speechless: "Fellow monks, there is porridge, but we can't keep busy." And the master is about to preach, which is a great fate. So it's too late for us to cook porridge now, besides, our spoon is also very big, and this spoon can be eaten by a normal adult. Porridge, eating is beneficial, but eating more and eating less has the same effect..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, the pot of Sanqingguan is not small, but there are two hundred people here. One bowl per person is already the limit, and it is unrealistic to want to eat more. Can't be selfish, it's really full.

What's more, Zhang Zhenren's sermon is about to begin, and that is the great fate!

Many villagers on the east coast have been fortunate enough to hear Zhang Daoran's sermon, and they can still understand that when they first heard the voice of the sermon, they were immersed in the scene, like the immortal god teaching the law, and they were injured and sick after listening to the sermon once, and they were cured...

Amazing, incredible, many people even sometimes sigh that Sanqingguan has not preached for several years, and there are still some regrets and expectations. Now that the sermon is about to begin, they should hurry up, eat porridge, and listen to the sermon in peace.

The soup kitchen is methodical, and everyone is in line, not scattered.

Under the old peach tree, the Hengkong Daoist and the others, who witnessed all this, smiled slightly: "Daoist friends preach more attractive than soup kitchen." ”

Zhang Daoran preached, it looks like the same content, everyone can listen to the Tao and enlighten the Tao, but the cultivation is different, the realm is different, the immortals are different, listen to the same sermon content, but the direction of enlightenment is different, and everyone will see a different world.

It is precisely because of this that the Hengkong Dao Leader is even more reluctant to be heard by Zhang Daoran's preaching, which is heard by the Cultivator Alliance and the Demon Clan.

Zhang Daoran preached, making people cultivate for the speed of progress, just like the head of the Hengkong Dao, it was already a blessing to be able to enter the Dao, since he met Zhang Daoran, in a few years, from the realm of just entering the Dao, to the current realm of the six turns of the Yang God.

Not to mention that if the Hengkong Daoist had not met Zhang Daoran, would he have been able to reach this realm in this life. Just say that a genius person, from scratch, cultivating to the six turns of the Yang God, it is impossible to go without decades, or even hundreds of years.

He went to heaven and cultivated for hundreds of years before he reached the realm of the primordial gods. Tianjizi's cultivation realm, looking at the blue star, is a rare existence. It also shows that Tianjizi's natural understanding is very rare, and it has taken hundreds of years.

Zhang Daoran did not respond to the words of Daoist Hengkong. just smiled faintly, looked at Tianjizi who helped Zhang Yifang to arrange the futon, and said, "Tianjizi, you go to Tianshan and take Long Yun over..."

As he spoke, Zhang Daoran pointed to the door of Sanqingguan, and an auspicious cloud rose. In the inattention of the villagers on the east bank of Sanqingguan, Tianjizi did not hesitate, stepped directly on the auspicious clouds, and disappeared in an instant.

"Long Yun is a registered disciple of Poor Dao, but Poor Dao believes that he will soon become the fifth disciple of Poor Dao..."

Long Yun, an ancestor-level figure in the land of Kunxu, after the cultivator came to the earth, Long Yun was broken to Sanqingguan, and wanted to worship Sanqingguan, Zhang Daoran set a test, and the time was not short.

Raising his head, Zhang Daoran looked at the sky in the distance, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled, and a smile appeared on his face: "The earth without cultivators is the future of the earth... Cultivating the truth can promote the evolution of the planet, but the earth itself is not lucky..."