Sanqingguan, the gate of Sanqingguan that collapsed by the old dragon's tail, has been repaired.

Zhang Fang came back from Sanqingguan with water, the old wolf shook his head, and the big dragon also cocked his head. Zhang Fang was a little helpless: "You two foodies, you have just eaten full, and you are hungry again?"

In two years, Dalong has grown a lot, and it is nearly seven meters by this time. Some of the original patterns of the scale armor slowly receded, the scale armor was a little yellow, and some gold was dangling in the sun. The old wolf is stronger, and his body size has not changed much, but his eyes are more agile.

Listening to Zhang Fang's voice, the old wolf immediately lay down in front of the door, with some grievances in his eyes. The dragon retracted its head and basked lazily in the sun.

Carrying water to the kitchen, he looked at Zhang Daoran's room, and his face was gloomy: "It's been two years and four months, and the master hasn't woken up yet?"

"Sanqingguan was originally famous all over the world, and it has almost become a holy place for Taoism. Two years, time flies, and it is slowly forgotten......" Zhang Yifang glanced at the older figure in the window, and his eyes were a little complicated: "Second junior brother, second junior brother, as a disciple of the master, you can't share worries and solve problems for the master, that's it, because of the compassion in your heart, the master has been in a coma for two years, and his life has been reduced by decades, is it worth it?"

Perhaps a cultivator should have a good heart and have the common people in mind in his heart, but when he is unable to protect himself, it is probably stupid to care for the people of the world again.

Shaking his head, he picked up the water into the kitchen and returned to Sanqingguan again.

Time can wipe out everything, and Zhang Daoran is a saint-like existence in the hearts of monks in the world, because he has been in a coma for more than two years, and gradually lost his original aura. At first, there were Taoist Buddhist monks, came to visit Zhang Daoran in Sanqingguan, with Hengkong Master and Uncle took his disciples to travel the world, in addition to the north of the island in the middle of the lake, the wind and dust view of the wind and dust often go up the mountain, the master and apprentice of Qingzhai Daoan occasionally go up the mountain, some residents on the east bank of the lake will go up the mountain to make a wish, Sanqingguan is one year and nine months, no one else goes up the mountain.

"The poor road is too low to support the Three Qingguan. Second junior brother, not to mention. ”

Zhang Fangfang's spiritual veins are psychic, the aura enters the body, the body is strong on the outside, and the soul is strong on the inside, and there is already a certain realm at this time. It is still far from condensing people's souls, and it already has the ability that ordinary people cannot understand.

You Yixiu is like an eighty or ninety-year-old old man, if it weren't for Zhang Yifang teaching You Yixiu to practice Tai Chi in the past two years, I'm afraid it would be difficult to move at this time. You Yixiu is proficient in the Taoist scriptures, and he has magical powers, but none of them can be used.

"Sanqingguan is inseparable from the master, if it weren't for the fact that the master left a lot of good karma before he fell into a coma, the cultivation of the island in the middle of the lake would be even more difficult. ”

Zhang Fang carried the water, filled the kitchen tank, watered the vegetable garden, and watered the old peach and ginkgo trees. Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, two figures flashed into the Taoist temple.

A woman with a smile on her face, with a woman with an indifferent face, walked towards Zhang Fangfang: "Senior Brother Yifang, we came to see you, no, we came to visit Zhang Zhenren." ”

Seeing the arrival of the two women, Zhang Yifang's eyes had a hint of joy. These two women are the two disciples of Lu Jing, the head of Qingzhai Dao'an. One is called Lu Zhen and the other is called Mengxi. Zhang Yifang was a little puzzled at first, why the disciples of Qingzhai Dao'an had no seniority, but later Lu Zhen's explanation, Zhang Yifang was clear. Qingzhai Dao'an Buddhism and Taoism double cultivation, the cultivation is red dust, leaving the name of red dust, can cut red dust.

Zhang Fang didn't know much about this, but after Lu Zhen's introduction, it became clear that this senior sister Mengxi was originally a survivor of the Wengu earthquake. Wengu earthquake, Mengxi lost his friends and relatives, and Lu Jingdao accepted him as a disciple on the ruins, and it has been more than two years at this time.

It's just that this junior sister has a cold personality and is taciturn, and she has never seen her smile. With a faint smile, Zhang Fang hugged his fists: "I've seen Senior Sister Lu Zhen, Senior Sister Mengxi......"

Sure enough, Mengxi, as always, just replied lightly and walked to the old peach tree and sat down alone. There is a feeling of peace that makes Mengxi feel here, a kind of ethereal feeling of being in the red dust and having a heart outside the red dust. It's spring all year round, and there's an urge to stay.

"This is the price of leaking the heavenly secrets, do you regret it?"

In the past two years, every time he entered Sanqingguan, Mengxi would ask such a question in his heart. When I first saw Zhang Daoran, that kind of elegant, that kind of mysterious, lying on the bed at this time, unconscious, Mengxi wanted to ask, what did Zhang Daoran think at the beginning.

While thinking about it, a bowl of water was placed in front of him. Lu Zhen didn't say much, turned around and left: "Senior brother Yifang, I haven't seen you for four days, senior sister, I miss you very much... The spring water of the three clear views. I recently realized a kind of talisman, let's go to the Taoist temple to interview and try the power of the talisman?"

Zhang Fang nodded, Lu Zhen has often gone up the mountain in recent years. I don't know when Zhang Fang didn't see Lu Zhen for a day, and he felt a sense of loss in his heart. Every time Lu Zhen goes up the mountain, Zhang Yifang will be very happy.

"Poor Dao needs to stay on the mountain to take care of the master, otherwise he would have gone down the mountain to find his senior sister a long time ago. Senior sister can come today, and Poor Dao is happy to accompany her. It just so happened that Poor Dao also realized a kind of talisman and wanted to ask his senior sister for advice......"

Zhang Yifang and Lu Zhen walked out, and Lu Zhen complained a little in her voice: "Senior brother will deceive people, you have never gone to me." But it's better not to go, my master will kick you out......"

The voice gradually faded away, and Mengxi, who was sitting under the old peach tree, raised his head and glanced at the gate of the Taoist temple: "Senior sister has moved the hearts of mortals......

Picking up the spring water in front of him and taking a sip gently, Mengxi's expression was a little gloomy: "Sanqingguan is mysterious everywhere, and it can make people feel this mysterious existence......

"Cultivation, cultivation, the master just asked me to recite the Taoist scriptures, and the senior sister only knows how to fall in love, who can tell me, what is the Tao?"

Reciting the Taoist scriptures, the green lantern face?

Standing up, entering the shrine, and putting on three sticks of incense, Mengxi returned to the old peach tree. Looking at the door of the Taoist temple, the old wolf was lazy, the big dragon was lazy, and Mengxi felt a little kind: "Spiritual things are psychic, and the pets of Sanqingguan are all so psychic." ”

"Woo ......"

In the air, two black shadows as fast as lightning approached, landed in the Taoist temple in the blink of an eye, and walked to the front of Zhang Daoran's room. The old wolf and the big dragon suddenly became a little restless, and also walked towards Zhang Daoran's door.

Mengxi was shocked, although the pets in the Taoist temple were hostile to each other, they could also live in peace. Today, the big eagle and the little eagle are coming, but the old wolf and the big dragon are restless, this is to fight?

Glancing at the door of the Taoist Temple, Zhang Yifang was nowhere to be seen, Mengxi stood up, and was just about to go to Zhang Daoran's door, in Zhang Daoran's room, You Yixiu suddenly shouted: "Master!"

The voice is loud, even screaming. Mengxi has rarely heard the senior brother You Yixiu speak in the past two years. It was difficult to tell what kind of emotions You Yixiu's voice contained, and walked to the window of Zhang Daoran's room in three steps and two steps, Mengxi felt a little sad in his heart: "I have been unconscious for two years, and I am going to feather today?"

Standing in front of the window, Mengxi saw Senior Brother You Yixiu, his old body, trembling slightly, and looking at the side with old tears. His knees were weak, he knelt on the ground, and cried bitterly: "Master, the disciple knows that he is wrong, it was the disciple who harmed the master!"

Mengxi was a little dazed: "Immortal-like characters, can't they escape death?"

In the past two years, Mengxi has heard too many stories about Zhang Daoran that are almost legendary, almost god-like. I didn't expect this kind of almost god-like person to finally feather......

"Senior Brother You, let's mourn and change......"

Mengxi said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, Mengxi calmed down, and saw Zhang Yifang's thin body in the room, and slipped You Yixiu up with one hand, with tears on his face: "You Yixiu, you killed the master!"

In front of the Taoist temple, Lu Zhen had tears in the corners of her eyes, obviously You Yixiu had returned to the Taoist temple when she was crying bitterly just now.

Zhang Yi's eyes were hideous, his forehead was full of green muscles, and he gritted his teeth and hated his teeth: "You killed the master!"

Zhang Yifang seemed to have hatred in his heart, and the strength to grab You Yixiu's clothes was great, You Yixiu wanted to explain, but he couldn't breathe.

"Puff ......"

After a while, You Yixiu's eyes gradually rolled white, Zhang Yifang's hand was loosened, You Yixiu slipped from Zhang Yifang's hand, Zhang Yifang lay on the bed and cried bitterly: "...... teacher"

Before the master's two words could be spoken, Zhang Fang was stunned and stopped crying, and You Yixiu was still holding his neck and panting. Mengxi Lu Zhen looked through the window and saw that on the bed in the room, Zhang Daoran, who had been lying for two years, was already sitting cross-legged on the bed at some point......