In a trance, Yun Mengzi had just immersed himself in this wonderful feeling, and the years were like a snap of his fingers, and he woke up in a daze.

When he opened his eyes, Yun Mengzi was very reluctant in his heart, the feeling just now was so comfortable. For decades, my body was more or less unsatisfactory, and at this time, my body was clean and healthy, as if I had returned to my teenage years.

Suddenly, I was stunned again, and there were a lot of things in my mind.

Yun Mengzi calmed down and observed carefully, and his face became strange: "This is the law and law of the cultivation world? The red dust is not chaotic, and the path of cultivation is not visible..."

Yun Mengzi's mood was a little complicated: "This is the rule of the cultivation world that Zhang Daoran and Zhang Zhenren want to establish? Cultivators are not allowed to enter the red dust, and cholera is not allowed to enter the red dust... What about the monastic realm? Is it not allowed for cultivators to enter the red dust to preach? Cultivators are not allowed to do business in the red dust?"

At the beginning, the cultivation world, whether it was Quan Zhen or Dragon Tiger, the two major Daomen rulers, strongly opposed the establishment of a law enforcement hall on Huxin Island, and it seemed that the rules were established, and it really had an impact on them...

"This is only a general outline, and the details still need to be put forward by the law enforcement officers of the Law Enforcement Hall..."

Yun Mengzi's heart moved: "Can Poor Dao volunteer to join the Law Enforcement Hall?"

The law enforcement hall established by Zhang Daoran did not explain the rules, but used supernatural powers to be engraved in the minds of every cultivator.

"Zhang Zhenren said that the Law Enforcement Hall is within the scope of the island in the middle of the lake, thousands of miles are round, and the cave hides the truth, what does it mean?"

Yun Mengzi vaguely felt that this was a great opportunity. Joining the Law Enforcement Hall means being able to stay on the island in the middle of the lake...

"The poor sermon is over, you can go back... The establishment of the Law Enforcement Hall needs to be carefully considered, and after three months, who will become a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, so as to stay in the other world opened up by the Poor Dao, and the cultivation Dao still needs to be tested..."

Zhang Daoran's voice came, and in the ninety-nine-eighty-one regional space, thousands of cultivators woke up one after another: "The sermon is over..."

Like a dream, three days have passed. But the listener strangely found that he was not feeling unwell or hungry. On the contrary, the spirit is vigorous and the body is light and healthy.

"It's really mysterious and mysterious, mysterious and undeniable, weird and unspeakable..."

was sighing, and everyone found that they had appeared at the dock of the island in the middle of the lake...

Unlike entering the world of hearing, they come out naturally, as if they were in front of them.

All the cultivators, no one said a word, and on the dock, there were ships docked. Unlike when they came, they needed to leave by boat... But everyone, no longer cares, whether it is an earlier return.

Many people, looking at the faintly visible Sanqingguan at the heights, are full of yearning in their hearts.

"Become a law enforcement officer in the Law Enforcement Hall!"

It's a great opportunity!

Being able to cultivate on the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoran will definitely not treat the law enforcement hall personnel badly, and will think of ways to let every law enforcement officer become an initiator. Otherwise, if the strength is not good, how will the law be enforced in the future?

With all sorts of thoughts, they left one after another......

......

"Yun Mengzi, fellow Daoist, please stay..."

At the moment when Yun Mengzi just turned around to leave, Zhang Daoran suddenly said, "Poor Dao has a chance to send you..."

Yun Mengzi's heart trembled, and he almost fainted. Looking at Zhang Daoran with bright eyes, under the peach tree, the three divine dragons had disappeared, and hundreds of disciples had also disappeared. At this time, there was only one old Taoist priest by Zhang Daoran's side, accompanying him.

Yun Mengzi didn't know how and when those people left. But at this moment, Zhang Daoran looks ordinary, but he is like a god of the Nine Heavens, who can make people become immortals.

"Puff ......"

Yun Mengzi knelt on the ground: "What do you really command?"

Give chance, never give it for no reason, there will definitely be equivalent conditions waiting for you. Not to mention the difficulty of becoming an immortal, it is too far away from him. But to be able to enter the Tao, maybe Zhang Daoran can do it with a single thought.

Zhang Daoran smiled faintly, and in an instant, the plants and trees bloomed, and the world seemed to be happy. Even Yun Mengzi, seeing this smile, felt that he was very happy and forgot all his troubles.

Especially Zhang Daoran's eyes, with wisdom, like the source of wisdom between heaven and earth, make people inexplicably reassured.

"Poor ways give chance, and there is no equivalent exchange... Since it is a gift of chance, it is naturally given directly..."

Zhang Daoran stretched out a hand, and on the palm of his hand, which was originally empty, there was suddenly a jade bottle: "This is the elixir refined by the Poor Dao's newly enlightened Dao." It is called the Innate Creation Pill. Take one table, and you can go straight to the Tao. Moreover, there are no side effects, and there is no hindrance to future cultivation..."

Yun Mengzi's eyes lit up, staring at Zhang Daoran's palm as if he was looking at a rare treasure: "Real person... Disciple..."

"There are thousands of people who come to listen to the sermon, and you are the only one who can comprehend the content of the poor Taoist sermon and absorb the spiritual energy into the body... Although it is not yet possible to enter the Tao, it takes a long time to accumulate, but it is also related to the poor Tao. I think that at the beginning, when the Cultivator Alliance and the Demon Race were going to set foot on my island in the middle of the lake, facing threats and temptations, you could uphold your original heart, stick to your own path, enter the illusion realm and be able to keep your original heart, this is the chance..."

The jade bottle on the palm of his hand fluttered gently towards Yun Mengzi, and Zhang Daoran said, "There are nine pills in this, you use one, and there are eight left, this is the secret in your heart, so as not to tell it and lead to death... You have been cultivating for decades, cultivators in the world, when the Alliance of True Cultivators joined forces with the Demon Race, there were still other Daoists who adhered to their original intentions and saw through the essence of the True Cultivators and the Demon Race, and now the Poor Dao has given you the opportunity to find eight other like-minded Daoists and bring them to the island in the middle of the lake..."

Yun Mengzi's heart was beating faster, and he couldn't believe his ears.

He took the jade bottle and got up in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing on the dock.

The empty dock, only his disciple Wang Ben was still waiting.

"Master..."

Wang Ben saw Yun Mengzi with a happy face: "The three senior brothers have gone to the east coast, packing up their things and preparing to leave, the disciple didn't see the master, for fear that the master would have an accident..."

"Hey..."

Yun Mengzi sighed a little and was also a little relieved, put away the jade bottle, patted Wang Ben's shoulder, and didn't have anything to say.

Three days was like a dream, when he came, although he had the intention of worshipping the island in the middle of the lake, but now, Zhang Daoran gave him endless opportunities, and he felt a little unreal.

"Master... You are... Your hair..."

Although Wang Ben was a little selfish, when he saw Fushou Xiantao, he lost his heart, but he respected his master from the bottom of his heart.

Yun Mengzi frowned a little, and subconsciously touched his hair: "The hair of the teacher..."

"Your hair, which used to be almost completely white, is now gray, with more black hair and less gray hair... Quite the opposite of what it used to be... Master, while Zhang Zhenren was preaching, you went to dye your hair?"

"Dye your hair?"

Yun Mengzi was a little weird, thinking of just now, Zhang Daoran said that among the thousands of people who listened to the sermon, he was the only one who had made some gains. Recalling the trace of coolness that flowed in his body when he heard it just now, Yun Mengzi laughed: "Wang Ben, go back and talk about it... This time I listened to the sermon, and I gained a lot from the teacher, and found a way to enter the Tao......"