The sound fluttered through the air. The first word seemed to be in the distant sky, and when the last word fell, the sound seemed to be right next to the ear.

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Yifang and the other Sanqingguan disciples, the Dao of the Island in the middle of the lake, a trace of joy appeared on their faces, and their eyes looked into the air.

"The voice is in the air!"

Everyone suddenly looked up, only to see an auspicious cloud floating from a distance. In the blink of an eye, above the sky, a person stood above the auspicious clouds. Wearing a Taoist robe, his sleeves fluttering, like an immortal.

"This is a real person!"

Seeing that in the courtyard of the Immortal Temple, more than 1,000 people, except for the Daoists on the island in the middle of the lake, were not surprised, and the cultivators who came to listen to the Tao were a little excited, some shocked, some admired, and some wanted to shout loudly: "Zhang Zhenren, he has become an immortal?!"

"What realm is Zhang Daoran?" Among the people, when the descending dragon saw Zhang Daoran coming in the clouds, his heart was shocked, he felt frightened and inexplicable, his thinking was a little erratic, and his words were a little incoherent: "To be able to control the clouds, at least the cultivation realm must have the Yuanshen realm." The primordial spirit is generated, sensing the heaven and the earth, and the omnipotent primordial god realm"

Long Yun's face was also full of horror, watching Zhang Daoran come in the clouds, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Fortunately, Longhu Mountain and Sanqingguan are not opposed. Longhushan took a step back, gave Sanqingguan face, and also gave Longhushan a way out for himself."

Riding the clouds, this is the means of immortals!

Soaring clouds and driving fog, turning stones into gold, moving mountains and seas, omnipotent immortals, among which they can ride the clouds, is the chic of the gods in people's hearts. At the very least, those who have not entered the Tao and do not know how to practice think so.

As a cultivator, he has successfully entered the Dao, and his cultivation is not low, Long Yun and Dragon Descending are very clear. The Soaring Cloud Driving Mist Yuan God Realm is enough, it's just enough. In the realm of the primordial gods, if you can only contact the clouds and mist, you may be able to cultivate successfully.

"It takes a few years, or even longer, to learn from others to climb the clouds. Zhang Daoran is obviously not climbing the clouds, climbing the clouds is only dozens of feet above the ground, and it is only two or three miles back and forth. And the clouds drive the fog, and swim in the twilight of the sea. Long Yun and Descending Dragon glanced at each other, and they both saw a touch of solemnity in each other's eyes, and secretly said in their hearts: "Now that the earth is in the era of the end of the law, even the Dao law of the Kunxu Land is gradually declining. On the earth, there is no one who can teach Zhang Daoran the technique of flying clouds and fog, so to speak, the Taoist technique performed by Zhang Daoran, as well as the technique of soaring clouds and fog, are all realized by Zhang Daoran himself?"

If this is really the case, what is the state of Zhang Daoran's perception of the Dao? !

"The person who is chosen by the Tao, the person who is chosen by the Tao, no accident, it is Zhang Daoran" Long Yun's face was excited, a little happy, and a little worried: "There is no teacher, the rules and laws are in the chest, and every condition is in line with the person chosen by the Tao"

Everyone was in shock, and Zhang Daoran still went to the open space in front of many futons. The auspicious clouds under his feet slowly dissipated, Zhang Daoran stepped out, and suddenly stopped after a few steps. Stretching out his hand, a circular platform slowly rose in the clearing, taking shape in the blink of an eye. The high platform is about three feet three inches high, with a radius of nine feet and nine inches, Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged and said to Zhang Fangfang and others not far away: "You can also sit."

Zhang Daoran stretched out his hand and pointed to the piece around him, and there were four more futons: "Hengkong Daoyou, Fengchenzi Daoyou, Lu Jing Daoyou, Qinglingzi Daoyou, now join me to cultivate on Huxin Island, you and I have a number of cases, just on the high platform, accompany the poor Dao to preach."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

The four of them clasped their fists and saluted, their faces solemn. They knew that Zhang Daoran did this to announce to the world that they belonged to the same sect and recognized their status. In the future, when you walk the world, you can also directly say that there is a certain faction and a certain door on the island in the middle of the lake.

The most important thing is that they belong to the same sect, and they will be able to share all kinds of monastic resources of the Three Qingguan in the future. In the past, they regarded themselves as the same clan, but Zhang Daoran never admitted it. Now, saying that they belong to the same sect in front of the world makes them feel excited and grateful.

Offstage, some people were envious, and some people were a little yearning: "In the past, Zhang Zhenren said that he was destined to move the altar into the area of the island in the middle of the lake, but I don't know if it can be done now." ”

However, one of the biggest obstacles is that only if this sect has disciples who have entered the Dao, can they join. Some people extinguished this thought, and could only sigh weakly: "Entering the island in the middle of the lake, even if it is close to the fairy fate"

The four leaders of Hengkong Dao climbed on the high platform and sat cross-legged on both sides of Zhang Daoran.

Stretching out his hand again, in front of the futon of everyone, there were more than a dozen seats: "One side, one cultivation and one word, you three are poor Taoist disciples, sit in front and listen to the sermon."

Zhang Fangfang and the three of them nodded, walked to the front three futons and sat down. Just sat down, Zhang Daoran's eyes fell on Cheng Yiyan, and a trace of relief appeared on his face: "I did a good job, I can see through my own heart, and I am glad for the teacher."

Cheng Yiyan's body was shocked, he opened his mouth, and just about to thank him, Zhang Daoran's eyes had already left, and he said: "Lu Zhen, Mengxi, you are my disciples of Lake Island, also take a seat."

The disciples of the island in the middle of the lake suddenly felt in their hearts: "I see, at first, I thought that the master (uncle) asked for a certain number of futons, including the disciples of the island in the middle of the lake. Now it seems that the master has other arrangements, and he wants to introduce the disciples of the island in the middle of the lake."

"Immortal means, unpredictable"

Until everyone on the island in the middle of the lake sat down completely, all the listeners who came to listen to the sermon sighed. Zhang Daoran stretched out his hand and pointed, and the high platform was formed. Stretch out your hand and the futon appears. This kind of unpredictable means of creating something out of nothing makes everyone who comes to hear the sermon in awe in their hearts.

"Zhang Zhenren" An old Taoist was excited, as if he had just recovered from the shock of Zhang Daoran's various methods, and looked at Zhang Daoran with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Have you become an immortal?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Daoran smiled indifferently: "Jumping out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements." In this alone, the poor road can be regarded as becoming an immortal. If you talk about the realm, on the four immortals of heaven, earth, man and god, the poor road is still far from the same."

Everyone was confused, Zhang Daoran condensed the rules of yin and yang at this time, not in the five elements, in the Three Realms, God in my way, he can be regarded as an immortal. If you talk about the realm, it is still far from it.

Zhang Daoran didn't explain, looking at the people who heard it below, his face gradually became calm: "You have come to listen, today is the first day. After all, the waterway is far away, and it is a poor way to wait until the Taoist friends who are destined to come come come to come, and then start preaching. The Tao is destined for people, and in the same way, the Tao is not biased towards destined people. For Taoist friends who choose to live here, after the sermon is over, the poor Taoist disciple Zhang Yifang will make arrangements. Please solve the problem of eating and drinking by yourself. It's just that the conditions here are shabby, and it may not be comfortable to live in."

Zhang Daoran glanced at everyone, and his eyes fell on the descending dragon. Linger on the dragon's wrist for a few seconds, then look away. As soon as Zhang Daoran's eyes left, a small black shadow, like lightning, shot towards Zhang Daoran's face

The sudden change shocked everyone. Only the eyes of the descending dragon shot a fine light, and he reached out to grasp this black shadow.

The dragon descends quickly, but the black shadow is faster. The descending dragon reached out to grab it, but it was empty. The black shadow rushed in, Zhang Daoran looked away, and did not notice the arrival of the black shadow. And the speed of the black shadow is too fast, so that some people want to remind that the black shadow has arrived at Zhang Daoran's door.

"Evil animal, converted to Buddhism, how dare you hurt people like this?"

Zhang Daoran turned his head suddenly, and his eyes flashed with two divine lights, one purple and one black. His fingers were as fast as lightning, pinching the black shadow.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the black shadow that Zhang Daoran pinched in his hand was a strange little snake that was no thicker than the thickness of chopsticks and no more than a foot long. The little snake kept struggling, but Zhang Daoran's pinching was just right on the seven inches of the little snake.

"Amitabha" descended to the dragon and stood up with a solemn face, put his hands together and bent his body: "Zhang Zhenren, God has the virtue of a good life, the poor monk is petted, it disturbs the real person, and please ask the real person Haihan"