Zhang Fangfang frowned, looking at the wind and dust, Zhang Fangfang felt very strange. In the island in the middle of the lake, in addition to the master Zhang Daoran, the elders of the division also have the head of the wind and dust road and the head of the Hengkong road. Fengchen Daoist is in retreat all year round, and he generally does not appear unless Master Zhang Daoran preaches. Recently, the Hengkong Dao Master has not taken a step out of the Dao Temple, and is completely immersed in cultivation.

Fengchen Dao Chang has always had a gentle temperament and is very stable in life.

Today, he came out of despair, nervous, and said inexplicable words, Zhang Fang felt inexplicable: "Uncle...... What's wrong with you today?"

Could it be that a few people from the sky master went down the mountain to find an opportunity, and the wind and dust master himself is difficult to improve, and his cultivation is stupid?

The Wind and Dust Daoist smiled slightly, looking Zhang Yifang up and down, until Zhang Fang felt uncomfortable, and then the Wind and Dust Daoist smiled: "Senior nephew, you are a good Fuyuan, a good Fuyuan..."

If Zhang Daoran is really a saint who came to the world and accepted disciples to teach the Fa, then Zhang Yifang is a saint disciple with unlimited potential in the future!

This is not a simple matter of blessing, this is a big luck.

"Master and nephew..."

The head of the Fengchen Dao did not explain to Zhang Fangfang, and continued: "Sanqingguan, the genealogy of the ancestors of the past dynasties, it should still be there..."

Wind and Dust Dao Chief smiled, he was also guessing in his heart. If Zhang Daoran is a real saint, then there will be no lineage of Sanqingguan, if Zhang Daoran is an ordinary cultivator, and then through cultivation, there is today's achievements, then Zhang Daoran is more than fifty percent likely, not a saint came into the world...

As for the remaining fifty percent, it is very likely that the lineage will be inherited, and it is Zhang Daoran who faked and installed an identity for himself.

Zhang Fang felt strange, but still replied: "The inheritance lineage is in the Divine Hall." ”

When Zhang Yifang was accepted as a disciple by Zhang Daoran, when his name was entered into the inheritance lineage, Zhang Yifang saw it.

Entering the shrine, nothing has changed in the shrine. Zhang Fangfang took out a yellowed, inky blue cover of the inheritance pedigree and handed it to the head of the Wind and Dust Dao. The Wind and Dust Dao Chief opened the lineage, and there were not many names in it.

Frowning, the Wind and Dust Daoist looked at this inheritance pedigree that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it has only been passed down to Zhang Fangfang's generation for more than 20 generations...

"That's not right..."

The wind and dust path is long and successful, and the truth and falsehood can be naturally distinguished. This lineage is indeed true, and it is an ordinary paper, and it seems that the pedigree has been changed halfway, and it has been for nearly two hundred years. Zhang Daoran's name, he can clearly distinguish it, it has been nearly thirty years!

"Uncle Shi, what's the problem?"

The pedigree is passed down from generation to generation, and once it is damaged, the children of future generations will be replaced with a new book and then re-entered. Passed down from generation to generation, how can there be something wrong?

Zhang Fang was a little puzzled, the wind and dust road is too abnormal today...

"Maybe Poor Dao thinks too much..."

Fengchen Daoist frowned and glanced at Zhang Fangfang: "Senior nephew, Poor Dao went out for a trip, saw Zhang Zhenren, and told the real person..."

Driving the auspicious clouds, leaving in a hurry, Zhang Fang opened his mouth, looking at the wind and dust Taoist master driving his master's magic weapon Xiangyun, and was a little confused: "No, Uncle Fengchen, it is obviously not because of the master's decree that he went down the mountain." Moreover, Uncle Fengchen controls the master's auspicious clouds, this is a magic weapon, could it be that Uncle Fengchen has stolen the master's magic weapon?"

Zhang Yifang was also confused...

The wind and dust road is abnormal, and the words and demeanor are abnormal.

"Do you want to tell the master?"

Although Zhang Fangfang was anxious, he did not leave immediately. Wipe the shrine again, put on three sticks of incense, and then walk out of the shrine and enter the Sanqing realm.

As soon as I went out, I saw that in the courtyard, in front of the stone table, the master Zhang Daoran was sitting there, holding a scripture book in his hand, and was concentrating on studying. Walking over quickly, Zhang Fang asked, "Master, Master Fengchen left in a hurry, for what?"

Putting down the scriptures in his hand, a trace of helplessness appeared on Zhang Daoran's indifferent face: "You are in a hurry to understand the identity of the teacher." ”

Zhang Fang was dumbfounded, looked at the courtyard gate of Sanqingguan, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time: "Uncle Fengchen, this is really..."

There are no words to describe the practice of the wind and dust road chief.

As a Taoist friend, master and apprentice or friend on the road of cultivation, it is generally to not be lonely on the road of cultivation, and to be able to have someone to accompany and support each other. At this time, the identity of the other party is irrelevant.

Looking at Zhang Fang's reaction, Zhang Daoran was also very helpless, smiled and said: "You Fengchen Master, this is thinking that the teacher is a Nine Heavens Saint, taking away and being reborn, returning to the world, and preaching immortality... Or doubt, to be a teacher is to be a saint to come into the world, to preach and solve doubts..."

Zhang Fang opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Uncle Fengchen, this kind of thinking is really strange... However, the disciple also has this idea in his heart..."

Glancing at Zhang Fangfang, Zhang Daoran stood up: "Fangfang, let's go down the mountain and take a walk... It's been a long time since I was a teacher, and I haven't gone down the mountain to see the scenery here. ”

Everything here has not changed. Compared to a few years ago, the old peach trees are gone. Everything here looks very familiar, but different times, different mindsets, watching here, or have different ideas.

Looking at the already deserted vegetable garden, Zhang Daoran had a complicated expression.

I was reborn a few years ago, when eating and drinking were a problem. It was this small vegetable garden, and during that time, it became the only granary for Zhang Daoran to survive. This body didn't bring any memories, anyway, when I came here, I didn't eat or drink. Zhang Daoran didn't even understand how his predecessor survived, which is also a kind of ability.

Walking out of the Sanqing Temple, standing in front of the door, looking to the east, Zhang Daoran did not open the Tianyan Eye Vision, nor did he open the Wisdom Eye, just looked at it quietly, it seems that his eyes can penetrate the past and the future at this moment, and capture the traces of life of all the people in this world and Sanqingguan.

Looking at the lotus bushes in the distance and the small fishing boats on the lake in the distance, Zhang Daoran quietly walked down the mountain.

Everything is the same as before, but Zhang Daoran, with every step he takes, squats down and pulls out the weeds on the way up the mountain: "On one side, even though the island in the middle of the lake is no longer where the sect altar is located, and it has migrated into Sanqingtian, but here, it is a passage connecting us to other places, and we should not give up here..."

Wasted...

The entire island in the middle of the lake is deserted...

Zhang Daoran also knew that there were too many people going up and down the mountain at the beginning, so it was difficult for this mountain road to grow an inch of grass, and this mountain road was re-excavated, so no weeds grew.

Now, there are no people who have entered the Tao on the island in the middle of the lake, and there are almost no Taoist temples. And those who enter the Tao travel to control flying swords. This mountain road, although there are still traces of human stepping out, is already very rare...

"It's... Master. ”

Zhang Yifang nodded: "When the disciple comes back, he will arrange people to tidy up the entire island in the middle of the lake." ”

Today's people are very strange, Zhang Fang felt it.

Needless to say, the head of the wind and dust road also seems to be a little abnormal.

"There are other Taoist temples other than the island in the middle of the lake, when I was a teacher, I spent a lot of effort, and the island that was opened up should not be abandoned..."

Zhang Daoran stood up and continued to walk down: "Cultivators, uphold your original heart, you can't forget your hometown, you can't forget your homeland, and you can't move your foundation lightly..."

Zhang Fang frowned, and then said in surprise: "Master... You... It's not going to be a flying to the Immortal Realm!"