Zhang Daoran didn't open his eyes, and carefully tasted the earthy yellow figure condensed just now in the sea of knowledge: "The earth soul is finally condensed, the yin soul is still the heavenly soul condensed, and the three souls are one, and the yang god ......can be generated."

Zhang Daoran felt a trace of joy in his heart, this time the sermon brought different feelings to the listeners. Zhang Daoran's soul wandered in the Dao Law, and he also made a new breakthrough.

"Earth soul generation, can manipulate the power of the earth?" In his understanding, Zhang Daoran felt that he had the power of a god. It's just that the sermon ends, that feeling disappears, and consciousness returns to reality.

Suppressing the idea of wanting to enter the gray space and accept the new exercises, the mind gradually returned to peace. Zhang Daoran opened his eyes and saw that in the Taoist temple, more than 300 people who listened to the Tao, including his disciple Tongzi, all clenched their hands into fists and bowed down.

Monk Xingming's face was confused, his hands were folded, and he couldn't bow down.

Glancing at the old man in the suit in front of him, a smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face. Standing up from the stone pier, Zhang Daoran clasped his fists with both hands and saluted slightly: "All the laws are in my heart, and I will hear them with everyone." You don't need to be polite......"

"Thank you, real people!"

Only then did everyone get up, their faces full of amazement. Zhang Daoran preached, the time is too short. That ethereal, virtual and real feeling, I really don't want to wake up.

"You Taoist friends are tired of running back and forth, there is a spiritual spring in Sanqingguan, you can drink a bowl of spring water down the mountain...... One word, one bowl of spring water for each Taoist. ”

This is a kind of feedback, just now, although these listeners did not provide much luck thread, but it also made Zhang Daoran open the latest page of the "Huang Ting Jing". Zhang Daoran preached to them, and they gave back the silk thread of luck, so that Zhang Daoran could comprehend the Tao, in essence, the preacher and the listener did not owe each other.

"This sermon happened to have such an effect when the realm broke through. I don't know if the next sermon will have this kind of Taoist artistic conception. ”

With a slight sigh in his heart, he glanced at the old man in a suit: "Fellow Daoist, please sit down, the soul of Daoist friend has just formed, and he is the first person to enter the Dao since the poor Taoist cultivation." ”

The old man in the suit was taken aback, and then relieved. Zhang Daoran had a sense of being out of the dust and light, but he couldn't see Zhang Daoran's realm clearly. Zhang Daoran just preached that without the realm of immortals, it is impossible to convey that kind of thinking world and witness the true meaning of Taoism.

"Fellow Daoist, isn't this a condensation of the Yuan Shen?"

Hengkong frowned, a little puzzled.

"The aura enters the body, strengthens the body outside, and nourishes the soul inside. The initial realm of the primordial gods is divided into two gods, yin and yang. The first realm of the Yin God is the human soul, and after the human soul is the earth soul, and after the earth soul is the heavenly soul. The human soul tastes the various states of the world and perceives the red dust. The soul of the earth merges into the earth and perceives the vitality of all things. The heavenly soul perceives the law and comprehends the rules. The three souls of heaven, earth and man are one, and they are the yang gods. The yang god is divided into nine realms, the ninety-nine are one, and the yin and yang souls are compatible, which is the original god. ”

This is Zhang Daoran's perception of Taoism, and Hengkong is obviously a little lacking in this aspect of inheritance.

"Thank you Daoist for solving your doubts, the poor Dao is a fire dwelling Taoist, and he is a teacher of the Yin and Yang Gate of Tianshan Mountain. It's a pity that the Taoism is incomplete, the inheritance is interrupted, the ancient immortals are extinct in China, and my generation cultivates the Tao, which can be described as a difficult way forward. Hengkong sighed: "Poor Dao wandered in the red dust for thirty-seven years, and Daoyou was the first person to meet the same Daoist in Poor Dao. ”

The two sat down, and Hengkong's face was full of amazement: "Thirty-seven years, Poor Dao has seen Taoist cultivation and Buddha cultivation, and I don't know how many mortals. Today, the Sanqing Temple gathers cultivators and spiritual cultivators, and there are more people who have traveled in the red dust in the past 37 years. Xingming monk's spiritual veins should be caused by chance, forcibly opened, instilled with a body of Dharma, if there is no greater opportunity in this life, can not condense relics, and can only stop here. ”

"However, in the Sanqing Temple, the two disciples of Daoyou, as well as that Kun Dao, have an unlimited future. That Fengchen Daoist, if he has a chance, he can also go one step further and condense people's souls like the poor Dao......"

After thirty-seven years of travel, I met a like-minded person for the first time, and Zhang Daoran could feel that feeling. The vast red dust pursues immortality, and there are no people with the same path, and they will indeed feel stunned. The Tao cannot be confirmed, and it is very sad.

"Daoist friends have been wandering in the red dust for more than 30 years, have you ever encountered miracles, or found miracles?"

After all, Zhang Daoran has not been cultivating for a long time, and it has only been a year so far. And there are very few outings, and it is impossible to define miracles.

"There are miracles, but most of them are legends. Kunlun, Tianshan, Mount Tai, Tianchi, etc., all have legends of gods. Poor Dao has seen a strange thing once in these years. About 30 years ago, the poor road was in Kunlun, staying in a herdsman's house, in the middle of the night, there was a red light flashing in Kunlun Mountain, and there were bursts of fairy sounds. Poor Dao chased after him, but found nothing. In addition, in the past thirty years, no miracles have been found in the poor road......"

Hengkong had a trace of loneliness on his face: "Poor Dao can have today's achievements, I still met a Taoist priest in Dunhuang for guidance, and then the Taoist priest disappeared. ”

Miracles do not exist, and miracles do not manifest themselves. When you meet a master with the grace of guidance, it is also shocking to lose contact.

"Kunlun Mountain ......" Zhang Daoran was a little moved: "Poor Dao preached this time, and after arranging many things, he was going to Kunlun." I don't know if you are entangled in mundane things, can you guide Poor Dao to the place where you first saw the miraculous scene?"

"There are no trivial things in the poor road, and you can leave at any time when you are out all the year round. Daoist friends invite each other, and poor Dao will naturally not refuse. Hengkong hesitated slightly: "The Buddhist and Taoist Conference will start in less than five months, and if Daoists do not participate, Daomen will definitely continue to lose......"

Hengkong's eyes sparkled: "There is still a master in Shaomu Mountain, and he should be one hundred and three years old now. The Dharma is profound, even if it doesn't condense the human soul, it's almost there. This Xingming monk, not surprisingly, can have a current Dharma cultivation, which should be related to this master. ”

"Five months is enough...... Zhang Daoran's indifferent face was a little yearning: "Poor Dao also wants to meet this great monk." ”

At this time, most of the listeners in the Taoist temple dispersed, and there were still some listeners left, who were surprised by the intoxicating effect of the spring water and refused to leave, waiting to taste the spring water. Xingming's face was still dazed, and more than a dozen Xingming disciples stood behind him, waiting with their hands folded.

Zhang Daoran preached, the world of the Dao Law, so that the heart of the Buddha was affected to a certain extent.

"Real ......"

Xingming suddenly walked over, folded his hands, and bowed deeply: "Buddhism, Taoism, what law can be eternal?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head: "Taoism and Buddhism are in the hearts of the people, and if you understand it, you can be eternal, if you don't understand it, even if the Taoist Dharma and Buddhism classics are in front of you, it is no different from waste paper." Taoism, Buddhism, heaven and earth, there is no high or low, only in personal comprehension. ”

Zhang Daoran stretched out a hand and pointed to the distance, and suddenly the gentle earth, a round platform with a radius of several meters slowly rose. Everyone was shocked to see that this round platform was completely natural, without the slightest trace of artificiality.

Looking at Zhang Daoran again, Hengkong was not indifferent.

"There are thousands of Buddhist scriptures, and they can't be used by me, and they are not Taos after all. The Dharma is the Dharma in the heart, and the Tao is the Tao in the heart. Use it as you like, and the Tao will naturally ......"

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "How can you question the Dharma when you practice Buddhism? This is an unstable state of mind that affects your cultivation. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The blankness on Xingming's face gradually subsided, and there was some determination in his eyes. took out an invitation letter and said: "In the world, only real people are worthy of being invited by Buddhism in person......