"The Tao is good, the Tao is very good, the name is famous, the name is not very famous. Nameless, the beginning of all things, famous, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire, to see its wonder, often to see its wonderful, to observe its two, the same out of the same name, the same name of the mystery, the mystery and the mystery, the door of all wonders......"

The familiar characters were imprinted in his mind, and Zhang Yimao felt that the "Tao Te Ching", which was catchy to read before, had a different feeling at this time. There seems to be a kind of enlightenment, a feeling of wandering through the void.

A trace of cool air enters the body, and a faint feeling of comfort is transmitted to the brain.

There was no desire in his heart, and he felt that his soul was jumping, and every cell in his body swept away the previous lifelessness, driving away the exhaustion, and every cell was cheering.

The originally sallow complexion, at this moment, gradually became ruddy.

"The Tao does not exist, it begins with chaos. Pangu opens the sky, and there is a god...... The beginning of chaos contains a lot of things. The avenue retreats, and the heavens are unheard......"

The Tao Sutra changed suddenly, Zhang Yimao seemed to be in chaos, a giant with an extremely majestic figure, holding a giant axe, chopping in the chaos, each axe down, chaos produced a bright light, the light formed the law, chaos was split from the middle, and the heaven and earth were first formed......

It seems that the ignorance in my mind has been wiped out by this magical picture, and a cool feeling has arisen in my mind.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of reciting scriptures stopped abruptly, and Zhang Yimao woke up from this mysterious feeling. There was something in my heart that I couldn't grasp, and the trace of air that poured into my body disappeared. Zhang Yimao was inexplicably a little sad, and couldn't help but raise his steps and walk into the Taoist temple.

Under a big peach tree, a young Taoist leader, no more than three years older than Zhang Yimao, beside this young Taoist leader, a thick python, coiled into a snake formation, with its head cocked, was spitting snake letters.

"Real ......"

The two words were called out, and Zhang Yimao only felt excited. The scene just now reappeared in his mind, and Zhang Yimao felt that the young Taoist in front of him was a land immortal, an immortal who had turned into an immortal.

Zhang Yimao is not very old, but he has followed the head of the Taiyi Sect of the Shenxiao Sect and has heard many sermons, and every time he has a feeling of drowsiness and boring. The real person in front of him recited the scriptures the same, but Zhang Yimao had a feeling that he had become an immortal and never wanted to wake up.

"Only immortals, preaching has such an effect!"

In an instant, Zhang Daoran became a land immortal in Zhang Yimao's heart, and an immortal who turned into an immortal.

Zhang Daoran looked Zhang Yimao up and down, feeling a little disappointed in his heart: "The aura entered the body, but it only made the body lighter, and did not leave a trace of aura in the body." ”

Before the spiritual veins were opened, Zhang Yimao's spiritual qi entered the body just now, and it overflowed from the other side of the body. Although it takes away a lot of impurities and makes the body a lot lighter, it also shows that there is no opportunity for cultivation, even if it is used to open the spirit pill, it is difficult to open the pulse successfully.

Zhang Yimao and they began to climb the mountain, and Zhang Daoran already had a sense. Zhang Yimao's various situations in front of the Taoist Temple, Zhang Daoran also saw it. I wanted to try, preaching to human beings, what is the difference, and the end result is only disappointment.

"You can enter the mountain gate only if you have a fate, and you don't know what to ask when you enter the mountain gate?"

Zhang Daoran stood up and asked.

Zhang Daoran stood up, and Zhang Yimao found that Zhang Daoran was very tall, a head taller than Zhang Yimao. Just a little skinny. But it is difficult to hide the dusty breath on his body, Zhang Daoran has a fluttering immortal, obviously standing in front of you, but it makes you feel that you are standing in the clouds.

"Excuse me?"

Zhang Yimao stabilized his mind, knowing that he was shocked by Zhang Daoran's preaching just now, and the person in front of him was still a Hongchen cultivator, not an immortal.

"Real person, you don't dare to ask for advice. Xiaodao came this time to follow the decree of the head of the Taiyi Sect of the Divine Night Sect, and came to invite the real person. On the 11th day of the winter month, Taiyi saved the suffering Tianzun Christmas and invited a real person to preach......"

took out an invitation that was different from the wedding, and handed it to Zhang Daoran with both hands: "Please be sure to go to the real Taoist priest, Xiaodao has said goodbye......"

Sending out invitations is a rule, and you can't stop there. Zhang Yimao was very reluctant in his heart, this Taoist chief was different from other Taoist priests, and the aura exuded from his body made people feel addicted. The invitation has been delivered, and several senior brothers are still waiting at the foot of the mountain, but Zhang Yimao did not stay.

"Zhengyi Shenxiao sent Taiyi Gate... Sermon ......"

Zhang Daoran of the Shenxiao faction didn't know, and it was the first time he had heard of it.

After opening his mobile phone and checking on the Internet, Zhang Daoran learned about the Shenxiao faction: "A branch of the three sects of the Longhu Mountain Fu Seal......

In Zhang Daoran's cognition, there is only one Zhengyi in Longhu Mountain, which is one of the ancestral gardens of Taoism. Now Zhang Daoran realized that his previous understanding of Longhu Mountain was limited to this term. I checked on the Internet and found that Longhu Mountain is intricate and has many branches of Taoism.

Longhu Mountain is the ancestral court of the Zhengyi faction, but there are also Longhu Sect, Maoshan Sect, Gesoap Sect, Shenxiao Sect, Qingwei Sect, Donghua Sect, Tianxin Sect, Jingming Dao, and Taiyi Sect. Zhengyi is the commander-in-chief of the Three Mountains Fu Seal, which is just a general term.

"When I go to Longhu Mountain, I don't know if I am facing all the Daoists in the entire Longhu Mountain...... This time, maybe it will be ......"

If nothing else, Zhang Daoran just wanted to see and see if there were cultivators in this era who could cultivate. I also want to see if there is a cultivation world in this world from this trip to Dragon and Tiger Mountain......

......

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Yimao's expression was a little dazed, and he had some doubts about the Taoist sects of Longhu Mountain in his heart: "This is the way of cultivation...... Stay away from the red dust and concentrate on cultivating, rather than the way of doing business in Longhu Mountain. ”

"Senior Brother Yimao, what's wrong with you?

Zhang Yimao had just come down the mountain, and Zhang Yifeng and the other three Taoist priests were inevitably a little worried when they saw that Zhang Yimao was not in his heart: "Did the one on the mountain do something to you?"

Knowing that the three senior brothers cared about themselves, they had some misunderstandings, so they quickly explained: "Three senior brothers, one or two sentences are not clear, the invitation is sent out, whether the real person will go to preach, the poor Tao is not clear......" Boarding the boat, Zhang Yimao said: "Let's talk about ......it on the way back."

The boat drifted slowly towards the shore, and when he heard the experience on the top of Zhang Yimao's mountain, Zhang Yifeng got up, and his tall body almost shook the boat over, but no one cared. Zhang Yifeng's expression was a little excited: "The aura enters the body, the soul travels too empty, this Taoist leader, will he not be an immortal?"

"Not only that, but the scriptures recited by real people, poor Dao has never heard of them, I don't know if they are the real people's own feelings?"

Zhang Yimao relied on his memory to recite a few fragments of Zhang Daoran's recitation of the scriptures, intermittently, the preface did not match the afterword, Zhang Yifeng and the others frowned, and they couldn't hear the true meaning: "Go back to Longhu Mountain, let the head discern it, we have read too few Taoist scriptures after all......"

Suddenly, the six people on the two small boats were silent, and they turned around and looked at the island in the middle of the lake.