When Zhang Daoran woke up from his cultivation, it was already night.

"It seems that the second-level formation is too advanced for me, and my current strength cannot be completed. "The sigil of a second-level formation was just a stroke, and the strength of the whole body was drained, as if it was a serious illness. There are 9981 runes in the second-level formation, and although each rune is different, there are eighty-one variations, which means that eighty-one strokes need to be drawn on each rune.

"It's too expensive to complete a sigil. ”

A rune has eighty-one strokes, and now Zhang Daoran is weak when he draws a single stroke, and it takes several hours of cultivation to recover, and it takes at least a month to sleep without rest, eating or drinking to complete a rune. And the production of the sigil needs to be done in one go in order to exert its due power.

"It's still not good to draw one stroke at a time..."Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly: "Anyway, it's okay to be idle, so let's practice slowly...... This time, the strength of the whole body was hollowed out, and if I cultivated again, my strength seemed to increase......"

Moaning slightly, Zhang Daoran had some understanding in his heart, but he was not sure yet.

According to Zhang Daoran's understanding, just like the master in martial arts novels, after the internal force is overdrawn, there will be progress in cultivation. Zhang Daoran now belongs to the progress after this overdraft.

Sensing the energy ball in the dantian, it was originally just a faint smoke state, a little transparent, and the color was darker at this time.

"There is still room for improvement...... Zhang Daoran was a little pleased, and he also understood that the power given by the "Huang Tingjing" was not impossible to grow.

"It is better for others to give than to work hard for yourself. Only one's own things are the best, and the ...... that will never be lost" is like a formation, Zhang Daoran can say that he understands that no one can match, but his strength is insufficient, and he can only arrange a simple spirit gathering array at this stage. The second-order formation maze array also has a more advanced defensive array, which cannot be arranged with Zhang Daoran's current strength.

In other words, "Huang Tingjing" rudely stuffed the principle of array arrangement into Zhang Daoran's mind, but did not give Zhang Daoran the corresponding strength.

Having just woken up from his cultivation, Zhang Daoran was radiant and did not feel the slightest sleep.

Standing up, walking to the table, and said with a smile: "I feel that my strength has improved, but I don't know how much I have improved......"

"Alas......" sighed, Zhang Daoran felt sorry in his heart, the only bald brush in the Taoist temple could no longer withstand his own strength and turned into pieces.

The matter of drawing talismans had to be put aside for the time being, Zhang Daoran looked at the sky and walked out of the door: "The formation should be debugged for the first time." ”

The Spirit Gathering Formation has one hundred and eight formation eyes in different directions, and it needs to be adjusted ninety-nine and eighty-one times before the Spirit Gathering Array can be regarded as a real success, which can condense the spiritual energy of the eight directions and gather in the formation.

"If I have a high-grade jade, or a power stone, and engrave the sigil, I don't need to adjust it at all, and I can arrange it into a more effective Spirit Gathering Array. ”

The use of stone carved sigils to attract the aura around and link the stars in the sky, although the cost is low, the effect is not only not ideal, but also very troublesome.

Dig out the buried sigils, judge the direction of the stars, adjust the direction, and bury it again, and the one hundred and eight directions are readjusted, and it is already the early morning of the next day. After cultivating and absorbing the purple qi from the east, a few red lights flashed in front of Zhang Daoran's eyes, and seven or eight red silk threads entered his body.

"Counting the three yellow silk threads, plus these eight red silk threads, it should be the reward for saving Fang Yong. Zhang Daoran said to himself: "I saved Fang Yong's life and got the silk thread of luck, but is the poor Dao too pretentious?"

Didn't ask for any compensation, didn't earn a dime, just got the thread of luck, is it all worth it?

"They all said don't pretend to be forced, am I doing it myself?"

The Taoist temple is still poor, and there is still food, but it is only used for wearing......

Looking at the shabby Taoist robe on his body, Zhang Daoran touched his nose: "Everything in the Taoist temple has not improved." ”

"Hey......" Zhang Daoran suddenly smiled: "However, the Fang family's energy is not small, if we can promote the Taoist temple more in the future and introduce some dignitaries and nobles to come, are you still worried that the Taoist temple has not improved?"

This is Zhang Daoran's original idea, to put a long line to catch big fish, so that those who know themselves know that they are a master of the Tao who regards money as dung. Hit the popularity, as for the rules for collecting money, it can naturally be established.

"Am I too much?"

Zhang Daoran still yearns for glory and wealth, and dreams of his own fine clothes and food. Now that he has become a Taoist priest, this mentality has not changed. Cultivation is nothing more than the law of wealth, and money is indispensable.

"Is this hypocrisy, or is it sinister?" Zhang Daoran disagreed: "I just want to improve my life, mean, what is hypocrisy?"

There is no real person in the world who does not care about personal gains and losses, but gives everything. At least Zhang Daoran had never heard of this kind of person in his previous life, people are not destroyed for themselves, and this sentence has been circulated for thousands of years, and it is not unreasonable.

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran smiled again, and his figure flashed into the gray space, standing next to "Huang Tingjing": "Saved Fang Yong, although I didn't get what I wanted the most, but I got a kind of supernatural power." ”

"Huang Tingjing" is windless and automatic, and after Zhang Daoran arrived, he turned to the fifth page......

"Knowledge opens up the mind, and the wisdom enlightens the supernatural ......"

Dense words poured into his mind, and Zhang Daoran was stuffed with these words before he could carefully look at what the supernatural powers on the fifth page were. It took three seconds for the transmission of these words to be completed, but Zhang Daoran was stunned.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”

"Three hundred Tang poems?

Zhang Daoran's head couldn't react: "Didn't you say that you have the magic power of cultivation, how can you spread knowledge to me? I have read all of this......"

From primary school enlightenment to college graduation, although Zhang Daoran didn't remember many poems, he was still very familiar with some poems after seeing them. I thought that the "Huang Ting Jing" taught all about monasticism, how could it teach ancient poetry?

Zhang Daoran was messy, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart: "Is it because of the intellectuals of the Fang family, or is it because the "Huang Ting Jing" will not teach the real supernatural powers in the future?"

"It's a big loss...... Three hundred Tang poems are also considered supernatural powers, or do you think I am stupid and give me universal education?"

Unhappy to return to the Taoist temple from the space, the corners of Zhang Daoran's mouth twitched.

saved a life in exchange for 300 Tang poems...... Is this a good deal?

"I regret it, I knew that I should have opened my mouth and asked the Fang family for 100,000 yuan, no, 200,000 yuan......"

Zhang Daoran's dick mentality attacked, 100,200,000, in Zhang Daoran's opinion, it was already an astronomical number.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, there was the sound of a steamer motor. Immediately after that, the people at the bottom of the mountain were full of voices, shouting: "Clear this place too, well, at least thirty meters wide......"

Zhang Daoran's heart moved, and he walked out of the Taoist temple and looked at the foot of the mountain, only to see a freighter about thirty or forty meters long and four or five meters wide parked on the lotus sea around the island in the middle of the lake......

These people were very fast, and at this time, the lotus flower that was at least tens of meters long and more than thirty meters wide had been reduced to pieces.

With a chill in his eyes, Zhang Daoran hurriedly walked down the mountain.