On this day, Zhang Daoran did not go to the lake, but sat under the only peach tree in the yard that had survived for I don't know how many years and had dense branches and leaves. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, Sanqing Mountain is only more than 300 meters, the summer is scorching, the sun shines down, and it is still a little hot.

Lazily lying on a broken mat, Zhang Daoran maintained his usual state of daze, thinking about whether it was because he should go to the stall to tell fortunes. The Taoist temple is too poor to have a dime, and in the Taoist temple, the most scarce thing is some food, some clothes, bedding and the like.

Suddenly, the golden light in front of him was so great that even the sun in the sky lost its brilliance.

Zhang Daoran was startled, and before he could react, the golden light had already entered his body. At the moment when the golden light entered his body, Zhang Daoran clearly saw that this was not a golden light, but dozens of golden silk threads.

"What's going on?"

There are only Li Kuan's family of three and one Fang Ting in the Taoist Temple who have been here recently, but now no one has come for three days, no one in the Taoist Temple has come to worship the gods and make a wish, and they have not done anything, where did these golden silk threads come from?

After so many days of research, Zhang Daoran gradually understood what these silk threads were. These silk threads are all condensed qi luck, divided into four colors, the red qi luck is the lowest, just out of reverence for the ghosts and gods, it will be stimulated. Red is followed by yellow, and yellow luck has already shown that the person who sent the luck has already developed a kind of convincing belief in Zhang Daoran. Gold is a life-saving grace, this kind of luck is rare, after all, how many people can be saved in a person's life?

The highest level of luck color is purple, and this color of luck can only be obtained by educating the world, Zhang Daoran has never thought about it. In modern society, you don't have the opportunity to educate the world.

Just like a few days ago, when he saved Li Kuan, all he got was two yellow lucks. Li Dazhuang and Li Kuan and his wife came to burn incense and get the knowledge of red silk threads... Now there are dozens of golden threads!

"When have I saved so many lives?"

There are more than fifty of these golden silk threads!

If a golden silk thread of luck means that he has saved a person, these more than 50 golden threads mean that he has saved more than 50 lives!

"That's not right, this is not just saving people's lives, a few days ago I also saved Li Kuan, and all I got was the yellow silk thread of luck, why is it golden now?"

Zhang Daoran was a little confused: "Could it be that the speculation some time ago was wrong?"

But the next moment, Zhang Daoran's heart blossomed: "These more than fifty golden silk threads of luck, I don't know how many "Huang Ting Jing" can be opened and how many magical powers can be obtained?"

With a thought in his mind, Zhang Daoran entered the chaotic space and came to the huge book of "Huang Tingjing". As for how these golden silk threads of luck came from, Zhang Daoran no longer had the heart to think about it.

"...... Uproar"

Zhang Daoran just stood in front of the book "Huang Ting Jing", "Huang Ting Jing" automatically opened, directly flipped through the front of the title page and the blank first page, a Taoist temple appeared in the book, in the Taoist temple, the Taoist priest he saw for the first time, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

A burst of suction came, and Zhang Daoran involuntarily entered the book.

"Honghong is in the dark, and the supernatural powers are self-generated. Hold the yuan and keep one, and the exercises are self-contained. ”

As the Taoist priest's mouth came from one voice after another, these voices turned into mysterious runes and entered Zhang Daoran's body. In an instant, there was a warm feeling in the body, and there seemed to be a magical power in the body, swimming among the meridians along a mysterious pattern.

"Hug Yuan Shou Dan Tu ......"

This is a cultivation method!

Zhang Daoran was overjoyed in his heart, and with the Taoist priest's transmission, there was a mysterious power in Zhang Daoran's body that continued to wander along a mysterious pattern route. Every day of wandering in the body, a trace of energy gathers into the dantian. It's almost instinctive, constantly running.

Holding the Yuan Shou Dan Tu is not a method of cultivating immortals, but a mental method similar to qigong. It can wash the human body, remove impurities, return to the source, and shape the innate nature!

"Sit at dawn and stop at sunrise. In the three moments of the sub-hour, the exercises are naturally completed. Keep the essence and suppress the desire, and the true qi is born naturally. ”

The exercises were transmitted, but the last few words made Zhang Daoran feel like eating flies: "Cultivate in the morning, and absorb the purple qi from the east at the moment when the sun rises." At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, forty-five minutes, I know all about absorbing the essence of the stars and moons. It's just that if you keep the essence and can't break the precepts, is this a punishment or a benefit?"

Zhang Daoran couldn't help but complain in his heart, but when Zhang Daoran came out of the page of the Taoist temple that taught the exercises, the Taoist temple did not disappear.

"What is the door to this Taoist temple?"

Zhang Daoran remembers clearly that when the first page got the magic power of a fish in water, the first page became blank.

The next moment, Zhang Daoran was no longer in the mood to pay attention to the Taoist temple, but after teaching the exercises, "Huang Ting Jing" took the initiative to turn to the third page.

"Formation Path ......"

On the third page, there are no pavilions, no mountains and rivers, but a sea of stars, and countless stars converge on the pages of the third page. Zhang Daoran only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and in the blink of an eye, he was in this starry sky.

Entering the starry sky, countless stars twinkled, and Zhang Daoran was wrapped in a mysterious force and floated in the starry sky.

Suddenly, all the stars emitted dazzling light, and the light seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force and converged into Zhang Daoran's body.

"The treasure of the eight directions, the heaven and the earth gather all the spirits. Everything is in order, and the stars are in the array. ”

Such a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, Zhang Daoran seemed to suddenly open his mind, and the principles of countless formations and the methods of formation layout were clear in his chest.

When I opened my eyes, the stars were still those stars, but at this time, it was another phenomenon in Zhang Daoran's eyes. All the stars are like countless array eyes, forming different formations one after another.

"Formation!"

A hint of joy flashed on Zhang Daoran's face: "This is the immortal law?"

The formation that Zhang Daoran got was different from the formation that was set up on the march. The formation obtained by Zhang Daoran gathers aura and pulls the stars, which has great power!

A force of repulsion filled his body, and Zhang Daoran was pushed out of the third page. When Zhang Daoran walked out of the sea of stars, the third page suddenly flashed with a mysterious power, all the stars disappeared, and the third page, like the first page, became blank.

The book is like a windless automatic, and the third page is turned to the fourth page. These four pages are different from the previous ones, this is still a Taoist temple, and the Taoist priest Zhang Daoran is familiar with sitting cross-legged in front of a one-person high alchemy furnace, holding a pu fan in his hand, and a raging fire is burning under the stove.

Zhang Daoran unconsciously walked into the Taoist temple and stood behind the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest suddenly raised his hand, and the unknown grass was thrown into the alchemy furnace, and the Taoist priest pinched a mysterious handprint, the handprints were clearly visible, and entered the Dan furnace, and the flame under the Dan furnace was large or small, and the size of the flame was different with the different handprints.

A burst of aroma came, and a round pill flew out and was collected by the Taoist priest into a red gourd.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest turned around, pointed a finger at Zhang Daoran's eyebrows, and streams of information appeared in his mind, and various different pill refining methods appeared in his mind. The flame under the Dan furnace was like a tongue of fire that drilled into Zhang Daoran's mouth, like a torrent, entering the dantian and entrenching on the misty little bead in the dantian.

"Dan Dao Chapter!"

I don't know when, the Taoist priest disappeared, only the Taoist temple and the Dan furnace remained, and the red-skinned gourd was placed next to the Dan furnace.