"Sending the boat back?"

At the wharf of the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoran looked at the big dragon who came ashore from the lake and patted the big dragon's head: "You rammed goods, sometimes it is useful." ”

"Tongxuan Zhenjing" is a little weird, Zhang Daoran recited it by himself, and he will lose all consciousness in an instant. This is a vision that Zhang Daoran himself can't control, and he can't change this weird feeling when preaching.

When the sermon ended and everything returned to normal, Zhang Daoran found that dozens of fishing boats and two pleasure boats had not returned to the east shore at Xianguan Wharf. Dozens of small fishing boats, two pleasure boats, I thought that Dalong would be a little difficult, but I didn't expect to easily send dozens of small boats and two pleasure boats to the East Coast Pier.

Untying the rope on the tail of the big dragon, Zhang Daoran smiled and said: "Although you have not become a demon, your strength is no less than a cloud." ”

"You go to see the fairy temple......"

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Daoran turned around and walked towards the lake. A pair of feet are like two floating clouds, dripping without touching the body, walking a few steps from the surface of the water, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss ......"

The dragon hissed a few times and reluctantly burrowed into the water.

At this time, above the clouds, Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the auspicious clouds. The formation was hidden, and he took out the "Tongxuan Dao Sutra": "It is worthy of being one of the four holy scriptures of the Daomen, but the reaction of the scriptures to the cultivators is too bland, but it is a little terrifying......"

After the sermon ended, Zhang Daoran found that invisibly, his thoughts had strengthened a lot. The soul is clearer, a little stronger than before: "It's a pity, only the wind and dust Taoist friends have some gains." The poor Taoist heart has gained, but he can't control the impact of the scriptures. ”

opened the "Tongxuan True Scripture", Zhang Daoran began to read silently. After a few words, the surrounding aura swarmed, and the consciousness fluttered in an instant, as if it was about to enter a blank world. In the "Tongxuan Sutra", there seems to be a magical power that summons the soul consciousness to fall into a deep sleep, but it enters a blank artistic conception, not asleep, but into a wonderful artistic conception.

After reading a few sentences, Zhang Daoran immediately left his eyes and stopped looking at the "Tongxuan True Scripture". The moment he raised his head, there was a trace of dazedness and sluggishness in his eyes: "Poor Dao, you can't read it all?"

The scriptures inherited before the "Huang Ting Sutra", in addition to the Buddhist classics, Zhang Daoran has not yet felt it, and what it will feel when he explains the Buddhist scriptures. "Tongxuan Zhenjing" and "Tao Te Ching" are general, they are the inheritance of the "Huang Ting Jing", which should have the same effect, but I didn't expect that it would be this result.

The mind returned to the ontology, everything returned to normal, and Zhang Daoran looked down at the follow-up of the "Tongxuan True Scripture". I had just read a few sentences when that elusive feeling came back to me. At that moment, the mind seemed to leave the body. A mysterious force that tugs at the soul and enters a blank world.

The mysterious power is constantly washing the soul, and Zhang Daoran seems to feel that his soul has strengthened at that moment. It's just that at that moment, it seems that he almost lost control of his soul: "It's really strange, since Poor Dao can't recite it, why does the "Huang Ting Jing" pass on this scripture to Poor Dao?"

"There must be other reasons, the poor road can't read through the ...... directly"

Standing up from the auspicious clouds, Zhang Daoran put his hands behind his back, and the sun was setting, and above the entire cloud, a patch of orange-red colors was rendered. Mysterious, let the mind be empty.

"Forget it, before the poor Dao can't read through the "Tongxuan Sutra", or can't control the artistic conception, and it is difficult to explain the "Tongxuan Sutra", don't read the "Tongxuan Sutra". ”

As soon as his mind moved, Zhang Daoran frowned, and did not retract the auspicious clouds, and turned back to Sanqingguan flutteringly.

He didn't turn around to see the immortal view, since Zhang Daoran cultivated, this is the second thing, and it can't be understood. The first is Mengxi's fate, which is getting more and more blurred. The second is the "Tongxuan Sutra", which can be understood and understood, but I don't know how to break the unnecessary artistic conception.

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran's expression moved, and a smile appeared on his face: "Master Mengxi's nephew's life is incomprehensible, and the "Tongxuan True Scripture" is immeasurable. One person and one thing, it's all weird, do you want Mengxi's nephew to try to recite the "Tongxuan Sutra?"

With this thought, Zhang Daoran's mind moved, his body rose out of thin air, and he arrived outside the gate of Qingzhai Dao'an in the blink of an eye.

Walking into the Qingzhai Dao Nunnery, Daoist Lu Jing and Daoist Qing Lingzi sat cross-legged in the courtyard with their faces solemn and their eyes closed. More than a dozen disciples from afar, each with their own duties, did not disturb Lu Jingdao's Jingwu.

In the kitchen, there are two figures, which come into view under the light.

"Zhang ......"

Zhang Daoran's arrival, Kun Dao of Qingzhai Daoan was a little excited. Since coming to the altar on the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoran seems to have only come to Qingzhai Dao'an once, and this is the second time. The first time, it was because of the marriage between Zhang Yifang and Lu Zhen.

Waving his hand to stop the disciples of Qingzhai Dao'an who were about to say hello, Zhang Daoran stretched out his hand and pointed to Daoist Lu Jing and Daoist Qing Lingzi, who were meditating.

Most of the Kun Dao of Qingzhai Dao Nunnery walked out of the Taoist temple and went to the vegetable garden to work. A Kun Dao came over with a glass of water: "Uncle Shi, please drink water......

The voice was not loud, and it seemed that he was afraid of disturbing Lu Jingdao's Jingwu.

Glancing at the Kun Dao in front of him, who was not much older than himself, Zhang Daoran nodded and laughed softly: "Senior nephew Lu Wen, the water here is not much different from Sanqingguan. It's just that Sanqingguan is spring water, and Qingzhai Daoan is well water. ”

It's just a formation that gathers spiritual energy and turns the spring water into water containing spiritual energy.

This water is dispensable to Zhang Daoran, and it will not be of any use to cultivation. For ordinary people, it is tantamount to a holy spring. Pick up the teacup and drink it all. Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "Yes, the taste is different from Sanqingguan, and it is the same as seeing the immortal view of spiritual water." ”

"You go get busy, Poor Dao is just here to have a look, and by the way, I will have a meal here......"

Zhang Daoran also closed his eyes and entered a state of enlightenment. Daoist Lu Wen nodded and turned to leave, a hint of respect on his face.

There was no favoritism, Zhang Daoran taught the Spirit Gathering Array, and he did not hide it. belongs to the same sect, although Zhang Daoran does not say that he treats everyone in harmony, he is also a respectable person.

Time passed, and after a while, cooking continued in the kitchen, and a Kun Dao took the lead out of the kitchen with dishes and chopsticks. Seeing that Zhang Daoran was just about to salute, Zhang Daoran waved his hand and pointed to Lu Jing again: "Don't make a sound, your master is meditating." ”

This Kun Dao nodded, did not dare to make a noise, turned back to the kitchen, and took out a pair of dishes and chopsticks again. As soon as he turned around, a complex emotional exclamation suddenly came from behind him.

"Senior Sister ......"

In front of the kitchen, Mengxi's face was a little strange, and there was a broken plate in front of him. Mengxi was cleaning, and that Kun Dao walked over: "Senior sister is okay......"

"It's nothing, it's just a little hot, and I accidentally fell... It's just a pity that this dish has already come out of the pot, but it has to be remade. ”

After cleaning up, Mengxi entered the kitchen, and that Kun Dao also followed into the kitchen.

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly: "Condense the souls of people and the earth, even if you put your hands in the fire and burn, you only feel a little warm, and you can burn it with a plate?"

"Zhang Zhenren... Alas... It seems to have gained something, but it has fallen short......"

was pondering, Lu Jing Dao Chang, a slightly regretful voice came: "It's a pity that the poor Dao qualifications are dull, the spiritual veins can't be channeled, and the real people preach, the poor Dao is cloudy, mountains and foggy seas, and it is difficult to clarify." ”

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