After dinner, Zhang Daoran hid in the room and did not come out. Instead, he held the Taoist Sutra in his hand and watched it silently.

Zhang Daoquan and several disciples quietly approached Zhang Daoran's room, and did not leave until it was close to the early hours of the morning: "Real people can't recite scriptures......"

Zhang Daoquan was a little disappointed, since Zhang Yimao said that he was in Sanqingguan and listened to Zhang Daoran's chanting, Zhang Daoquan had a strange feeling. This time they eavesdropped, originally thought that Zhang Daoran would recite scriptures, and they could also feel that kind of miracle.

It's a pity that after waiting for several hours, close to the early hours of the morning, Zhang Daoran's room was quiet, and no sound came.

"If you want to hear a real person chanting and preaching, you can only wait for the time when the Heavenly Master's Mansion will preach......"

Everyone returned to their rooms one after another, and Zhang Daoran got up from the bed at this time.

This is Zhang Daoran's habit, after dinner, after reading the Taoist scriptures for a while, he will go to bed. Before midnight, you will inevitably get up and cultivate. Zhang Daoran's habit of reciting scriptures will only be recited every morning when he absorbs purple qi from the east. Zhang Daoquan They chose the wrong time, they came here, and before the Heavenly Master's Mansion did not start teaching, Zhang Daoran did not plan to recite the scriptures.

Zhang Daoran got up and came to the courtyard, looked around and didn't find a suitable place for cultivation, opened the courtyard door, came to the outside of the Taoist temple, sat cross-legged on the side of the cliff, and began to cultivate.

The moonlight was vast in the dark night, and unlike those young people, Zhang Dao was more than ancient all year round, and he did not fall asleep at this time. Hearing the movement outside, Zhang Daoquan got up and found that the courtyard door was wide open, and the door of Zhang Daoran's room was not closed.

With a move in his heart, Zhang Daoquan walked to the outside of the Taoist temple.

The peak where the Shenxiao Sect Wang Ling Palace is located is not high, only a few tens of meters. At this time, on the edge of the cliff, Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged, exuding a misty light on his body. It's like an immortal who is about to go with the wind, making people dare not look at it directly.

"Real person, this is cultivating?"

Zhang Daoquan was excited in his heart, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, absorbing purple qi from the east, this was the cultivation method of ancient qi practitioners.

More than half an hour passed quickly in Zhang Daoquan's excitement and envy. Zhang Daoran stood up and found Zhang Daoquan in front of the courtyard: "Daoyou also want to cultivate?"

Longhu Mountain is worthy of being the ancestral court of the Daomen, one of the seventy-two caves of heavenly blessed land, where you can practice for two hours, and the refining of the spiritual energy is enough to refine the total amount of spiritual energy in the three days of cultivation in the Sanqing Temple.

"If you cultivate the Holy Land like this and be diligent, you will always achieve something. ”

The rich aura of Longhu Mountain made Zhang Daoran a little envious: "However, because of the Sanqingguan Gathering Spirit Array, on the contrary, the aura is more intense than that of Longhu Mountain. ”

"Where does the old Taoist know how to cultivate?" Zhang Daoquan smiled bitterly: "The ancestor left behind, but the old Taoist has limited qualifications, and after studying it for so many years, he still can't get a glimpse of his way." ”

Zhang Daoran's question verified what Zhang Daoquan thought in his heart. Zhang Daoran is really cultivating, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, just like an ancient qi practitioner.

Zhang Daoquan's spiritual veins were not opened, and it was difficult to sense the existence of spiritual energy, so naturally he could not cultivate the Shenxiao Sect exercises. I'm afraid that in a few decades, Zhang Daoquan will not be able to achieve cultivation, and the most basic qi induction into the body and cleansing the soul and body will not be able to do it.

Zhang Daoran didn't say this, and sighed in his heart: "You can only enter the Dao Gate if you have a fate, and you can't cultivate the Dao Truth without a fate." Even if you barely enter the Daomen, you can only achieve nothing in the end, delaying your life. Zhang Daoquan is a typical representative. ”

"Zhenren, I know that you are a master of the Dao, the Shenxiao Sect has a cultivation method - "Five Thunder Righteous Law", the old Taoist has studied for many years and has gained nothing, I don't know if the real person can help guide one or two?"

Zhang Daoran is a qi practitioner who can swallow clouds and spit out fog, so he should have something to gain from cultivation. If he can get Zhang Daoran's guidance and successfully cultivate the inheritance exercises of the Shenxiao Sect, maybe one day, he will also ascend like the patriarch.

"If the law is not passed on, the Shenxiao sect will not dare to visit the poor Dao, otherwise, the Taoist friends will also violate the ancestral teachings of your sect. ”

In ordinary sects, every move and style is very cautious, and it cannot be easily passed on, let alone a school of cultivation exercises. Zhang Daoquan couldn't cultivate, and Zhang Daoran couldn't bear it, afraid that Zhang Daoquan's cultivation dream would be shattered, and he would become negative from then on. It's better not to ask about the exercises.

Zhang Daoran didn't give Zhang Daoquan a chance to speak, turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple, sighing in his heart: "The spiritual vein is not open, the qualifications are limited, unless the Shenxiao Sect has the luck to find someone who is born with the spiritual vein open, this inheritance will be interrupted." ”

Looking at Zhang Daoran's back, Zhang Daoquan broke out in a cold sweat: "Fortunately, the real person is a moral master, and he has no heart to worship the exercises of his own school." Otherwise, the exercises of this sect will be leaked out, and the old way will also become a sinner of this sect. ”

In the transmission of the Fa between the master and the apprentice of this sect, there is still a saying that the Fa is not passed on to the six ears, and the rigor of the Fa transmission can be seen.

"Lao Dao is looking forward to immortality, and he is about to become a demon. Although Zhang Daoquan was happy in his heart, he also had some regrets, and caught up with Zhang Daoran and asked, "Real person, I saw that you have only been cultivating for two hours, is there anything special about this?"

Zhang Daoran paused, but he didn't expect Zhang Daoquan to be unclear about the most basic cultivation time stage. Turning to look at the sky, he said: "Twenty-four hours a day, midnight, that is, eleven o'clock in the night, to one o'clock in the morning, is the time period of the transformation of heaven and earth, the purest aura, and the least impurities. Cultivation at this time is more than several times more than the aura cultivated and refined at other times. Secondly, the sun is rising, the purple qi comes from the east, absorbing the purple qi of heaven and earth, in just ten minutes, comparable to midnight. In addition, twenty-four hours in a day, and the rest of the time, the aura is mixed, and even if you cultivate, it will not be of much use. ”

Zhang Daoquan suddenly said: "The old Dao has been getting nothing, is it because the cultivation time period is not right?"

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Early in the morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Zhang Daoran walked out of the Taoist temple again. At this time, Zhang Daoquan was already cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, with his eyes closed and a solemn expression.

A trace of aura entered Zhang Dao's body, and soon floated out from the other side of his body, Zhang Daoran shook his head and sat down cross-legged. The sun was rising, the purple qi came from the east, and a purple qi that was difficult to see with the naked eye entered Zhang Daoran's body, and the purple light on Zhang Daoran's body flashed and he opened his eyes.

Zhang Daoquan was still cross-legged, his eyes closed, and his face was full of disappointment.

Without disturbing Zhang Daoquan, Zhang Daoran returned to his room. Breakfast has been delivered to the table in the house, Zhang Daoran is not polite, after breakfast, Zhang Daoran read the Taoist scriptures.

After such a day, in the afternoon, a strange Taoist priest entered Wang Ling Palace: "Heavenly Master's Decree, tomorrow morning, the Heavenly Master's Mansion will preach, and the head of the Shenxiao Sect of Wang Ling Palace, prepare for your homework, be sure to be present to preach, and carry forward the Dafa ......"

Longhu Mountain, Daomen preaching, this day has finally come.