Zhang Daoran stood up and walked towards the platform.

At this time, the sun has set, dusk has arrived, and night is about to fall, and many people are very impatient.

"Sihu County Sanqingguan, I haven't heard of it. I just hope that he doesn't talk for too long, and we can be relieved sooner. ”

The sermon lasted for a day, and the Taoist priests who had heard the sermons of Longhu Mountain before had already prepared in their hearts. Although his face was helpless, he couldn't leave rashly at this time. I just stretched my legs and sat cross-legged for a long time, and my legs were numb.

Those Taoist priests who participated in the hearing of the sermon for the first time simply straightened their legs, stretched their hands back, and stretched comfortably.

At this time, whoever preaches the sermon is a kind of torture in their hearts, and their hearts only hope that the sermon will end soon.

At this time, only those sect heads and sect masters could still maintain a posture of sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, not knowing if they hadn't woken up at this time. Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Zhang Dao Yishishi, sitting cross-legged under the platform, with a warm smile on his face, his eyes also closed. When Zhang Daoran ascended the high platform, he opened his eyes and took a look, and then closed his eyes again.

At this time, among the hundreds of Taoist priests who listened to the sermon, only a few Taoist masters were able to maintain a well-behaved posture, which Zhang Dao saw in his eyes, and secretly said in his heart: "I knew that I should announce that the sermon should continue tomorrow, but I don't know if the more than 300 people who were absent this time did not come because they heard it boring?"

Sitting cross-legged for a day is really tiring, and Zhang Daoyi is also very helpless. The rules of preaching and listening cannot be changed, and the futon cannot be replaced by chairs. It's just that the number of Taoist priests who listen to the sermon gradually decreases every year, and Zhang Daoyi's heart is difficult to calm down.

"The Taoist is going to preach......"

Zhang Daoquan straightened his body, and Zhang Yifeng and several disciples of the Shenxiao Sect suddenly came to their senses. Maybe I woke up one day, stretched my legs, relieved the numbness of my legs, and then crossed my knees in a proper manner, looking at Zhang Daoran, who was about to climb the high platform, with excitement on his face.

"Senior Brother Yimao said that Zhang Zhenren's preaching is no different from the preaching of the gods, and I hope we can also get this opportunity......"

The tiredness in my body, because of the anticipation in my heart, dissipated a little unconsciously.

"Huh?"

The abnormal reactions of Zhang Daoquan's master and apprentice, the Taoists of different sects on both sides of the Shenxiao Sect felt differently: "It won't be because this Zhang Zhenren is invited and recommended by the Shenxiao Sect, so they will be so serious." ”

Lu Jing, the Taoist of Qingzhai Dao'an, still closed his eyes, and the "Pure Gong" had indeed cultivated to a high and profound realm. Except for the time when he moved his body at lunch, when listening to the sermon, Lu Jingdao almost always maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, except for the occasional swaying of his body.

Lu Zhen of Qingzhai Dao'an opened her eyes in a daze, glanced at the excited Shenxiao Sect disciples, and then closed her eyes: "The sermon is not over yet, are they so excited?"

In the distance, at noon, several Taoist leaders who were chatting with Zhang Daoquan cheered up when Zhang Daoran ascended the high platform. Looking at the excited expressions of Zhang Daoquan's master and apprentice, although these Taoist masters had doubts in their hearts, they still took it seriously: "Is there really a fairy-like sermon?"

Don't dare to slack off, sit more disciplined.

"Poor Road, Sihu County, Sanqingguan Zhang Daoran......"

Ascending the platform, Zhang Daoran hugged his fists to his chest and bowed slightly, and then sat cross-legged on the futon. The appearance of hundreds of Taoist priests under the platform is not caring, which in the eyes of outsiders, there is a perfunctory attitude.

As a preacher, in the face of Taoist priests who have no intention of listening to the sermon, you may feel a little resentful in your heart. This is not a teacher's lecture, and if you don't listen carefully, the teacher will criticize you by name. Listening to the word is the fate, and you can't force it.

"Alas, Senior Brother Daoxuan, Zhang Zhenren finished preaching, and announced his dispersal. If this continues, I am afraid that the next sermon will be preached, fewer people will come, and they will be resistant. ”

Zhang Daotian sighed, and in order to show respect, he endured his soreness and numb legs, and sat cross-legged on the futon in an orderly manner.

There are also Taoist priests who do it cross-legged in order to show respect, but the posture is not standardized.

"Dao Ke Dao, very Dao ......"

Zhang Daoran closed his eyes, his lips were light, and his voice was not loud, but it clearly spread to every place around the platform.

Connoisseurs will know if there is one as soon as they make a move, although most people are a little surprised, Zhang Daoran can talk about the "Tao Te Ching" that the previous few people have talked about, and this method of voice transmission still makes them feel a little surprised. When preaching at the Taoist gate, the seats of the listeners are very particular, a futon is placed in each square radius of nine feet and nine inches, and hundreds of people listen to the sermon, which is distributed around the Taoist platform, and it is dozens of meters horizontally and vertically.

In the previous sermon, some Taoist chiefs did not speak loudly, causing many people to hear clearly, and Zhang Daoran's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, as if someone was whispering in their ears.

"He is worthy of being a master of cultivation!"

Zhang Daoquan's cultivation method until Zhang Daoran belonged to the ancient Qi cultivators, and these two simple Taoist scriptures have already shown their differences.

"It's famous, it's not ......"

In the first sentence, nine out of ten people don't care, but just have the mentality of coping with the sermon. The second sentence of the Dao Sutra had just floated out of Zhang Daoran's mouth, and a trace of coolness poured into his body from all directions.

In winter, the weather in the south is not particularly cold, and it has turned into fog. This slightest coolness did not make the body feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, as this trace of coolness entered the body, the soreness and numbness of the legs gradually eased a little, and the tired spirit suddenly shook.

"Nameless, the beginning of all things, named, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire, to see its wonder, and there is often desire, to observe its subtlety. These two are the same and have different names, the same name is the mystery, the mystery is mysterious, and the door of all wonders. ”

Zhang Daoran continued, and the slightest coolness not only did not stop, but became clearer and clearer.

Many Taoist priests unconsciously withdrew their outstretched legs, crossed their knees, withdrew their hands, hugged them up and down, and placed them in the dantian.

The Taoist priest who listened to the sermon felt that he had entered a vast void, and the stars were close at hand. One by one, the Great Dao runes floated in front of him, entered the body, and passed through the body. It is as if you are in the vast sea, and the rough sea gradually returns to calm, and the light is like a mirror. One by one, the swimming fish jumped out of the water, floating in the air strangely, their bodies elongated, their limbs grew, and they became dragons......

It was as if they were lying in the boundless grassland, and the horses were galloping. In front of my eyes, the young grass sprouts and the petals open. A pupa slowly cracks, and a butterfly slowly spreads its wings and flies away lightly......

It seems to appear in the fairyland of the world, surrounded by cliffs, the fairy mist is misty, and an immortal holds the Taoist Sutra in his hand, and his body is like a fallen leaf, fluttering into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the immortal vanished.

At the same time, Zhang Daoran's sermon came to an abrupt end......

He opened his eyes blankly and looked at the platform. As the sermon ended, they had a feeling that they were about to become immortals and suddenly fall into the dust. From the fairyland of the world, he suddenly appeared in the red dust......

On the platform, Zhang Daoran, who slowly walked down the high platform, seemed to really want to turn into an immortal and float into a fairyland.