The young Taoist priest in front of him, Yun Mengzi still recognized.

A few days ago, Zhang Yifang took Tianjizi and Cheng Yiyan to announce Zhang Daoran's decree at the wharf of Lizhuang Village, and Yun Mengzi saw Zhang Yifang from afar. Knowing that Zhang Yifang was not an ordinary cultivator like them, but a great disciple of Zhang Zhenren on the island in the middle of the lake, he was a strong person in the Dao realm.

Hurriedly bowed down to salute, but a flower in front of him, like the transformation of time and space, the transfer of the world, made him feel that he seemed to be supported by a "qi", Zhang Fang stepped out, and arrived in front of a Taoist temple in the palace complex: "Fellow Daoists, fate is determined by heaven, and fate is traction." Poor Taoist Master Zhang Zhenren, although he laid out the 9981 space area, it was also divided into people's hearts, going to different space areas... And this is the place where the poor Taoist master preached, and there will inevitably be a fate when the time comes..."

This was a kind reminder, and Yun Mengzi was grateful.

Moreover, Zhang Fangfang's Taoist magic power was fleeting when he stepped out of the kilometer in one step. This method is no different from that of the land immortals.

Clenching his fists and bowing, Yun Mengzi said sincerely: "Thank you Zhang Xiaozhenren..."

originally wanted to call a Taoist friend, but Yun Mencius knew very well that he only had the name of a Taoist priest, but not the reality of a cultivator. After cultivating the Tao for decades, not only did he not enter the Dao, but even the aura of heaven and earth did not have half a sense of it, he was just an ordinary person wearing a Taoist robe.

When the words came to his lips, Yun Mengzi quickly changed his name. Zhang Daoran is called Zhang Zhenren, Zhang Yifang is Zhang Daoran's big disciple, and there is nothing wrong with calling Zhang Xiaozhenren.

Zhang Fangfang smiled noncommittally, nodded, and took the lead towards the gate of the Taoist temple.

Yun Mengzi lowered his head and followed behind, in fact, he was already very excited in his heart.

Thousands of cultivators, even if they have entered the world opened up by Zhang Daoran, but so far, it seems that they are the only ones who have come to the core of the place where Zhang Daoran preached. And, it seems that I am very lucky to be able to meet Zhang Daoran.

With one foot in the door, Yun Mengzi felt the difference.

Unlike the spring and March outside, no, it should be said that the temperature is the same, but my feet are like stepping into a world where the center of gravity is out of control. Originally, my feet were a little numb because of the long time of hiking and walking, but now it is cool, and buying this leg is like resting for a few days and soaking in the hot spring, and it is obvious that I can feel a refreshing feeling.

When the whole person entered the courtyard, Yun Mengzi only felt cool, and all the fatigue dissipated in this instant. Instead, the body is light and fluttering, as if getting rid of the mortal body and turning into an immortal.

Yun Mengzi felt horrified in his heart: "This is the residence of the immortals, this is the difference between the immortals and the mortals?"

Just by entering Zhang Daoran's dojo, there is such an obvious and strong feeling, I am afraid that it is difficult to find it in this life, even if you use all the methods.

Taking another step, before I had time to raise my head to look at the courtyard, there seemed to be a mysterious power that constantly soothed my soul. The restlessness in my heart slowly calmed down. The irrepressible excitement and uneasiness in my heart calmed down at this moment.

Raising his head, Yun Mengzi didn't blatantly look around, just glanced around quickly with his eyes. In an instant, the whole person was stunned again, opened his mouth wide, and felt incredible.

The yard is ordinary, and it doesn't look special. The only difference may be that this courtyard looks very soft, and there seem to be many characters and curves that he can't understand, looming in the air. But when I looked at it again, there was nothing, which made people feel dazzled for a while.

In the courtyard, a few fruit trees were planted, and on the east side of the yard, there was a jujube tree, which looked only the thickness of a tea cup, but only three or four meters high, but it was full of jujubes. At this season, the jujube tree should not have sprouts, but here, the jujube is already able to eat.

On the side of the jujube tree, there is a fig tree, the same fruit is red and purple, which attracts people and insects.

Next to the fig tree is a pomegranate tree, which has cracked its mouth, leaking out the red fruit inside.

The most eye-catching of these fruit trees is the one with the tallest and most dense foliage. The peach tree is no thicker than the mouth of the bowl, but the area covered by the branches and leaves is dozens of square meters, the key is that among the branches and leaves of this peach tree, you can faintly see the peaches that exude a hazy light.

These peaches are the size of a bowl, and there are not many of them, but each peach has the word Fushou on it...

Yun Mengzi was dumbfounded, this peach tree he recognized, it was the same peach tree he saw before coming here. It was because of this peach tree that those monasticism snatched the peaches and then disappeared...

Now, the peach trees are here, and the cultivators are gone. There were quite a few people in the entire courtyard, nearly a hundred, but there was not a single person he knew.

"Sure enough, the peach tree was a little weird at the beginning..."

Yun Mengzi didn't know whether to rejoice or feel sad for those cultivators. Obviously it's just a test, maybe many people have guessed it, but no one can curb their greed.

Moving his gaze downward, Yun Mengzi was startled again, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets, revealing a trace of horror.

Under the peach tree, there is a stone table with several stone piers around it. But there was only one stone pier on which a person was made, and the rest of the people were all sitting opposite this Taoist priest sitting on the stone pier.

This young Taoist priest looked to be only in his twenties, and he could even see a trace of immaturity on his face.

This Taoist priest closed his eyes tightly and sat cross-legged on the stone pier, except for Zhang Yifang, who had just led him to look at him with a smile on his face, the rest of the Taoist priests closed their eyes tightly and sat on the futon.

"Fellow Daoists, the fate is determined, and the fate is pulled. Shizun preached this time, and the only one who was lucky enough to see Shizun's true face was Taoist... Fellow Daoists, please be seated... This is a futon, and the master let it be laid down at the beginning. Now, the poor Dao has just understood that not all of the thousands of people who have heard the sermon have been able to come here by chance, but have passed the test to be able to come here..."

With a smile on his face, Zhang Yifang glanced at Zhang Daoran, who had his eyes closed, and admired him in his heart: "Everything in the world is in the sense of the master." The laws change, the rules appear, and the poor path is still too low..."

Yun Mengzi was a little dazed, although he knew that he was the only one who came here by chance, but when he heard Zhang Fang's confirmation, Yun Mengzi's heart was still beating uncontrollably.

Sitting almost numbly on the futon, the futon looks ordinary, but sitting on it, I feel as if my mood has been baptized, and I want to be sleepy.

Many things that I couldn't understand before suddenly became clear at this moment. The things that used to feel confused were like fog, but now they are like seeing the sun through the clouds, and everything is very transparent.

Yun Mengzi was a little dazed: "The so-called immortal residence, every grass and tree is a treasure, the poor road felt exaggerated before, but now the poor road feels the truth." It's just a futon here, and if you are lucky enough to get one, ordinary people will be able to enter the Tao within a few years..."

Just a futon, like a spiritual treasure, the island in the middle of the lake revealed the extraordinary, dispelling Yun Mengzi's previous views on the island in the middle of the lake: "The Alliance of Cultivators, as well as the demon clan, is not unjustly defeated, compared to the island in the middle of the lake, the island in the middle of the lake is the real fairyland..."