"Fellow Daoist, where was your hometown before you became a monk?"

Mengxi is very interested in this, and now there are nearly 100 people up and down the island in the middle of the lake, except for Zhang Yifang, who apprenticed earlier, and the rest of the people know Zhang Daoran after Zhang Yifang. And Zhang Fangfang worshiped Sanqingguan, and it has been in the past few years.

And before Zhang Daoran became a monk, no one knew where his hometown was.

Zhang Daoran is on the island in the middle of the lake, and his status is becoming more and more special, like a god. At the beginning, the two Taoist chiefs of Hengkong Daoist and Fengchenzi Daoist would be commensurate with Zhang Daoran. Now, one of the people with the highest rank on the island has changed to a real person, and he doesn't dare to be the same generation.

Zhang Daoran's specific identity information, naturally no one dared to inquire in detail.

Although Mengxi was a maverick and insisted on being the same generation as Zhang Daoran on the road of cultivation, he insisted on being the same generation as his nephew and promoted to the same generation, but he still did not ask Zhang Daoran about his hometown before he became a Taoist.

This time, Zhang Daoran himself said that he was going to meet a fellow countryman, and Mengxi seized the time to ask.

Walking in the vast white world, the two of them don't care, even if it is a cold wind, in the eyes of the two people, it is just like a spring breeze. In the snowy world, two people are like walking on flat ground, leaving no footprints.

Stepping on the snow is like a layer of air, and there is no snowflake on the surface of your feet.

Zhang Daoran was still dressed in a simple robe, and his figure looked a little thin. Mengxi is wearing a Taoist robe, and her figure is exquisite, even if it is a Taoist robe, it is difficult to hide. If it weren't for the acquaintances, they would think that this was a pair of immortal couples in the cultivation path.

Hearing Mengxi's question, Zhang Daoran laughed dumbly. In an instant, the white world, centered on two people, appeared a trace of greenery in a trance. The cold wind, like the spring breeze in March, melts the snow, sinks the ice, and gurgles as far as the eye can see...

Mengxi's heart was relieved, she knew that Zhang Daoran's heart was relaxed at this moment. Through the changes in the surrounding environment, it can also be known that Zhang Daoran is a little happy in his heart.

When it comes to his hometown, Zhang Daoran once missed his hometown during the Spring Festival, and many disciples missed their hometown. It's just that many disciples have already been homeless. If there is a home to go back to, many disciples should not choose to go home.

Missing one's hometown is a human instinct, and even if one has already cultivated, it is difficult to break this thought.

The disciples discussed their hometown and then mentioned him.

The disciples of Lake Island are very curious, why did he cultivate the Dao, when did he start cultivating, and what is his hometown?

"Poor Dao's hometown is a little far away..."

The smile on Zhang Daoran's face disappeared and became indifferent. But in his eyes, there was a kind of longing. Unlike other disciples, Zhang Daoran came to this world to cultivate, before Zhang Daoran had a sister and an old mother...

A few vague and clear, unfamiliar and familiar faces appeared in front of him, and Zhang Daoran felt a pain in his heart.

After a few years of cultivating, I thought that I had become indifferent to family affection, but I didn't expect that when I thought of my relatives in my previous life, my heart would still hurt very much.

All around, the greenery that had just appeared disappeared in an instant. The cold wind was raging, the snow was rolling, and the whole world was in chaos.

Mengxi felt a pang in her heart, she knew that Zhang Daoran's previous past must be unfortunate.

"It's not far away, Poor Dao's hometown is also in Qi Province, just in Rencheng on the north shore of Beisi Lake..."

In fact, Zhang Daoran's home in his previous life was on the east bank of Beisi Lake... The time trajectories of the two worlds are almost the same in history, but the pattern is completely different. The original memory is incompatible with this world.

In fact, where this body was originally from, as the cultivation became more and more advanced, Zhang Daoran became clearer and clearer. Sanqingguan on the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoran's master Xingyun Daochang, is himself a resident of the east coast. And Zhang Daoran was originally an abandoned baby abandoned on the island in the middle of the lake.

Originally, Zhang Daoran was seriously ill, but it was the chief medical skill of Xingyun Dao who saved Zhang Daoran. And Xingyun Daoist didn't know who Zhang Daoran's parents were, so he took Zhang Daoran as a disciple.

"The poor Daoist respects the head of the Cloud Dao, and the poor Dao has been practicing in the Sanqing Temple since birth..."

Zhang Daoran reined in his mind, the past is the past, and he can't go back in his previous life.

"Fellow Daoist, your parents ......"

Mengxi is very curious, since the day he was born, he has been practicing in Sanqingguan... So... Zhang Daoran's parents, are they Xingming? Also, Zhang Daoran's generation is in the same vein as Long Huzheng, but Zhang Daoran's master is a line: "Your teacher... Isn't he the right one?"

"Poor Dao Master, not Poor Dao Parents..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head secretly, Mengxi was too gossipy.

In this world, his parents can be said to have a good life recently, he is the eldest, but in that era, his family was not rich, he was hiding debts, and he himself was sick, so he would be abandoned.

In their hearts, they still remember that they exist, and it is not interesting to pursue it now. Zhang Daoran is now bent on pursuing immortality, besides, that family has not been here once for more than 30 years...

These identity information, the body itself is not clear. As his cultivation became more and more profound, Zhang Daoran saw through everything in the world, and he himself cut off the last trace of blood connection of that family.

"Actually... The Three Pure Views themselves do not belong to the Righteous One or the Whole Truth... Sanqingguan is a place of cultivation. Cultivators are devoted to the Tao, so why should they be obsessed with whether they are righteous or true?"

Mengxi was stunned, listening to Zhang Daoran's words, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

The successive generations of hermitage owners and patriarchs seem to be persistently pursuing the canons of the Shoichi sect. However, under the canons of the Shoichi sect, there are those who want to show their uniqueness.

For example, some of the canons of Zhengyi, the patriarchs of Qingzhai Dao'an, some of them rejected, and quoted some canons of Quanzhen, and even Buddhist teachings...

Eventually, Seisai Daoan was known as a Buddhist disciple who practiced with his hair. It is also known as the disciple of the fire house who cultivates with his hair, and it is also said that the Qingzhai Taoist Nunnery is the Quanzhen who settled in Longhu Mountain...

For example, now, some of the rules of the Qingzhai Taoist Nunnery still continue the previous teachings, but now they are integrated into the island in the middle of the lake, resulting in the disciples of other Taoist temples on the island of the lake now, and they have rejected the Qingzhai Taoist hermitage...

The existence of the current Seisai Daoan is itself a subordinate faction of the island in the middle of the lake. Qingzhai Daoan, insoluble in the island of the lake, will be rejected by the island in the middle of the lake. Recently, Mengxi always thought that the reason for the disciples of the island in the middle of the lake, or the disciples of Qingzhai Daoan, was all the reason for Kun Dao.

Yin and yang are incompatible, and there will inevitably be rejection.

Now, Zhang Daoran's words seem to be intentional or unintentional, like pointing out a maze, which makes Mengxi wake up: "It turns out that the poor road is wrong..."

At the beginning, when Daoist Lu Jing was still there, Qingzhai Daoan was still in harmony with other factions. Now, there are more and more disciples on the island in the middle of the lake, and their own beliefs and cultivation systems have formed, and this incompatible exclusion is gradually becoming more and more intense.

If we don't change, the future will be incompatible...

"A dream, for the teacher is here, don't come back soon..."

When Mengxi was thinking a lot, Zhang Daoran's voice was magnificent, bright and not harsh, and spread all over the world.

"Groan..."

A loud dragon roar came from afar, and then a golden light flashed, like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the sky above the two people.