Entering the mountains again, Zhang Daoran suddenly found that he was very keen on quiet places. On the contrary, in a lively place, there is always a feeling of wanting to escape.

"This is a problem with the monastic path, always staying away from the red dust, not walking around in the red dust, it is difficult to understand the various states of the world. ”

Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly and sat cross-legged in the middle of the mountain: "The poor road should be in the red dust, and open a Sanqingguan altar." ”

Cultivating the Tao is not only cultivating the mind, but also cultivating the body.

The so-called cultivation of the mind is to go through the various states of life, integrate into it, and under the temptation of Hongchen, strengthen the Dao heart. The red dust is rolling, and people's hearts are different. When a person has a thought, he has a desire.

Billions of sentient beings are billions of thoughts, billions of desires.

When all the desires pour into the heart of the Dao, and you can still be unswerving, the one who walks his own path is the purest path.

Self-cultivation is self-cultivation and the experience of the mind.

Or, to be insulted in every way and not to be angry, in order to convince others. Or, in the face of various tribulations, do not lose confidence and return with an optimistic attitude.

"It seems that the poor Dao really needs to be trained in the red dust..."

Zhang Daoran closed his eyes and thought about how he should blend into the red dust. Now, in the red dust, Zhang Daoran doesn't have many acquaintances at all.

Cheng Wuhui gradually withdrew from the entertainment industry, and at this time settled on the island in the middle of the lake and began to concentrate on cultivation. Although he couldn't enter the Tao, he also cut off the red dust... Li Daniu has returned to his normal life, and the red dust is rolling, and he can't find anyone he knows in the poor road..."

Zhang Daoran was a little helpless: "Qinglong Huolin is also cultivating in the Sanqing Realm, it seems that he can only find a phoenix girl..."

Habitually digging into his pocket, Zhang Daoran realized that the new type of robe had no pockets at all. With a thought, a mobile phone appeared in Zhang Daoran's hand, which was still a mobile phone a few years ago, and it had not been charged for a long time at this time, the battery was in a feeding state, and the battery was damaged.

Zhang Daoran stood up and frowned: "The capital is not suitable for poor people to live there, the demon capital is too lively." It seems that we still need to choose Chang'an..."

Chang'an, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, has pure folk customs.

And here, Zhang Daoran likes it very much: "Poor Dao has just left, and he has to go back again... But before that, Poor Dao still needs to go to the capital. ”

With a flip of his palm, Zhang Daoran had an extra jade talisman in his hand, which was gently crushed, and Zhang Daoran said softly: "I want to stay in Chang'an for a while for the teacher, if you have something, you can come here to find it..."

As soon as his mind moved, clouds grew under his feet, and Zhang Daoran immediately opened the formation and hid his figure.

Zhang Daoran did not go to the capital at the fastest speed. Rather, auspicious clouds fluttering, slowly visiting the famous rivers and rivers, in the night, slowly walking.

"At the beginning, the poor Dao had just reached the realm of the primordial gods, and the fog had turned into clouds, and it couldn't support it for too long. Now, that magic weapon auspicious cloud is no longer used, who should I give it to?"

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the auspicious clouds: "That auspicious cloud magic weapon, after all, the level is too low, and there is no need to continue to condense." Poor Dao can reach any place on the earth with a movement of his mind now, even if it is condensed into clouds, it can travel thousands of miles in an instant, even if it flies for a few years, the aura will not be exhausted..."

"The Qing Illusion Zhai Lord is already in the realm of the primordial gods, but unfortunately it is still unstable, and now he has traveled. One cultivator is among the few disciples of the Poor Dao, and his strength is good, and now he is handling the affairs of the Sanqing Realm. Tianjizi can't go out of retreat all year round, and in another year and a half, he will be able to transform his cultivation and stabilize the realm of the primordial gods... One party felt the pressure and often retreated. Yiyan hasn't seen him for a long time, and after a while, he will be able to break through to the peak of the Yang God and condense the Yuan Shen in forgetting..."

Zhang Daoran thought about it, and several of his disciples frowned: "It's difficult for Yimeng to understand himself now, and if you want to get out, it's impossible to get out of the customs without two or three years... It's a pity that the mind is uncertain, and it is difficult to cultivate an inch. Yi'an follows the poor road, which is still his duty, and a circle is purely based on a dream, and he also needs to understand himself. Yiyun follows the Lord of Qing Illusion, hoping that her cultivation can progress..."

After thinking about it, except for Chu Yimeng and Long Yiquan, who needed to worry about it, the rest of the disciples didn't need to worry about it.

"The Law Enforcement Hall is also about to be established, and Yixiu should be able to preside over all matters, and the poor Dao will not interfere..."Looking at the West, Zhang Daoran suddenly sneered: "The so-called gods in the West are nothing more than that, but the dragon is indeed desirable, and it is already the peak of the Yang God... He stays in the West, and he doesn't need to meddle in the poor road..."

"Red dust refining the heart and recreating the world, this is the primary goal of the poor road. ”

What is the fairy realm and the god realm, as long as the earth becomes a vast world, Zhang Daoran is the Dao ancestor. The so-called fairy realm and god realm, Zhang Daoran naturally has no yearning heart.

"If you want to recreate the world, you need to be equal in all laws. In this way, the affairs of the West, the faith of the world, and the poor way will not be able to interfere..."

The vast world, to recreate the Dao Dao of Heaven, requires the three thousand laws to reach the same level, and the fifty rules also need to be balanced. Zhang Daoran frowned, and finally sighed faintly: "Poor Dao is still the soul of China after all, and there are still feelings that are difficult to give up for this land... In this way, the poor Dao has been trained in the red dust this time, and it is necessary to have a heart of fraternity..."

All laws are Tao, and since Zhang Daoran is the future Dao ancestor, naturally all kinds of inheritances cannot be denied. Zhang Daoran recreated the Dao of Heaven and recreated the world, and he is the god of all beings.

If you want to be detached, you must have a transformed state of mind.

"The soul of Huaxia, hot yellow blood, is difficult to spend a lifetime. It is easy to seek common ground, it is difficult to tolerate, and it is difficult to become an immortal without the transformation of the heart... Even if it's a flood wilderness, it's a compatible world, and it doesn't have to be only yellow people..."

Zhang Daoran thought about it, and suddenly smiled: "Poor Dao is persistent, since the world needs to change in the future, then it needs to change according to Poor Dao's ideas." The flood is unstable, and the Dao heart is hard to find, this is a kind of failure..."

"In this way, the poor Dao needs to be implanted in the Heavenly Dao, and the will of the Poor Dao. In the middle of the avenue, there are traces of poor roads. ”

As soon as Zhang Daoran's mind moved, the way of heaven was in his heart, and the avenue was in the sea of knowledge: "This world is still too weak... It's just that the Tao is too mysterious. Dao, what is it?"

Zhang Daoran, who often preaches and explains what the Tao is, suddenly discovers that even though the Tao of Heaven is impermanent and the Great Dao is established, the Tao is not affected at all, and it is always difficult to really touch it.

"Perhaps, the poor Dao is struggling in the Dao now, and even the pawns of the Dao may not be able to say..."

The auspicious clouds are fluttering, and Zhang Daoran is full of thoughts: "One day, the poor Dao will understand what form the Tao exists..."

Mountains and rivers pass leisurely at your feet. When the morning sun illuminates the sea of clouds, the whole world is quiet. Zhang Daoran rarely watched the sunrise above the sea of clouds, and he was slightly apprehensive at this time.

"It turns out that the poor road has not seen all of them, and the poor road also has regrets. ”

Zhang Daoran smiled: "In this way, the heart of the poor Dao will not be truly liberated, and there will be room for progress." ”

Out of instinct, Zhang Daoran came to the headquarters of the mysterious organization and later renamed the Dragon Group, above the abandoned factory. With a thought, Zhang Daoran was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that this organization would have a lot of talents at this time." ”

"Under the Heavenly Dao, there were only ninety-nine Dao initiators before, and there are more than a dozen here..."

The auspicious clouds under his feet suddenly disappeared, Zhang Daoran looked at the formation under his feet, and with a slight sense, Zhang Daoran's eyes were full of admiration: "Even if it is the best word in the formation, at this time, the formation path cultivation is nothing more than that." ”

Ignoring this formation, Zhang Daoran appeared directly in the formation.

The original factory disappeared, and it turned out to be a mustard seed space, originally only a hundred acres of factory, at this time, the radius was a hundred miles, and the aura was quite strong.

In a space of 100 miles, a house was built.

The house is very simple, and there are even a few thatched huts.

Zhang Daoran whispered like a mosquito, and said softly: "The little fox came to talk about it, and the poor road has something to find you..."