"Hiss ......"

Just after breakfast in the morning, Zhang Daoran was sitting under the big peach tree and reading the Taoist scriptures, and the big dragon beside him cocked his head.

"The Taoist ......"

When Li Kuan entered the Taoist temple, the first thing he saw was the big dragon coiled into a snake formation, and he was cowardly in his heart, and he did not enter the courtyard for the first time.

"Li Jushi ......"

Zhang Daoran knew that someone had passed the test of the formation and became the first person destined to go up the mountain, but he didn't expect it to be Li Kuan. Looking at the bag that Li Kuan was carrying, he looked at Dalong in fear, and said with a smile: "This beast is psychic, don't be afraid......"

Li Kuan was still a little scared, Dalong had been cultivating during this time, eating a lot, and his body had grown a lot better than before. The momentum of the snake formation was a little scary, Li Kuan didn't dare to approach, and walked towards the kitchen with the bag: "This is the mother of the big cow who asked me to help bring it over, I happened to be fishing and passed by here, so I helped bring it over......"

Zhang Daoran nodded, Li Kuan resisted the bag into the kitchen, walked out to the temple, worshiped the gods and incense, came to the courtyard and said: "Da Niu is a widow after all, and I am afraid of other people's gossip, so let me bring the news of Da Niu." A few days ago, Da Niu was valued by a big music group and walked for three days......"

This is good news, after Li Kuan left, Zhang Daoran was a little abrupt: "The dozens of red luck threads I got these days should be the ...... brought by the big cow"

"The red luck silk thread is no less than three hundred at this time, I don't know if the next page of the "Huang Ting Jing" can be opened. ”

As time goes on, the more pages the Huang Ting Jing opens, the more luck threads are needed. Since the last time I passed to Li Daniu the suona solo piece of "Family Portrait", there have been a lot of luck threads, and the next page has never been opened.

Zhang Daoran's heart moved, entered the gray space, and came to the front of "Huang Tingjing".

With Zhang Daoran coming, "Huang Tingjing" automatically opened the previous page without wind. Zhang Daoran looked at the page he had turned and saw an old Taoist sitting cross-legged, his face was sad or joyless, his five strands of beard fluttering, and his robe swaying in the wind.

In an instant, Lao Dao disappeared, turned into a streamer of light that shot out from the pages of the book, and entered the center of Zhang Daoran's eyebrows.

"Sitting and forgetting is not hesitating, and the wisdom candle has an inner light.

The vitality lies in the heart, and the inside is round and the outside can be square.

Swallowing clouds and spitting out jade dew, the soul of the wonderful corpse is strong.

Taoism has nothing, and the elephant is insignificant

......”

Sentences of obscure wisdom and wisdom continue to echo in the heart. Zhang Daoran didn't understand, but he easily understood the meaning, which was a wonderful feeling.

"There is no rootless water in the congenital, and the soul is pure.

......”

"The Great Law of the Innate Essence of the Gods, this is the ...... of teaching the Dao Exercises"

Zhang Daoran knew it in his heart and was overjoyed.

"The avenue is invisible, and the elephant is faint.

The Tao is natural, and the red dust refines the heart.

There is a way to help the world, and there is a good fortune inside.

......”

The joy has not subsided, and in the next preaching, Zhang Daoran's face became wonderful.

"Sit and forget the realm, and refine the heart in the red dust?"

"The poor road has too many troubles because of the red dust, so I chose to close the mountain and cultivate the road. Now that the realm is improving, it needs to be tempered by red dust. This is the path of cultivation, which must be experienced? Entering the red dust and forgetting the red dust?"

Until now, the island in the middle of the lake is still closed, and only those who are destined to enter it can enter it. The cultivation method that he just obtained needs Zhang Daoran to enter the world and refine his heart in the red dust. Zhang Daoran guessed that Hongchen refining the heart was to consolidate the Dao heart, and the heart of the Dao cultivation would not be disturbed by the red dust, so that this stage of cultivation could be considered to be completed.

"This is contrary to the original intention of the poor road, this has just closed the mountain, and the mountain gate is going to be reopened?"

Walking out of the gray space, Zhang Daoran took a shower. I feel that this time I preached, my strength has increased again, and I have broken through the bottleneck of this period of time. If according to the method of cultivating immortals, it belongs to the foundation building stage, and according to the martial arts, it has entered the innate realm.

Every move implies natural truth, and thinking is clearer.

"The poor Dao is now cultivating, which is basically contrary to the Taoism of this world, I don't know if it's good or bad, this is the special thing about the "Huang Ting Jing"?"

Zhang Daoran found that the way he cultivated was different and different.

"The poor Dao cultivates his own Dao, but with his own heart, as long as the Poor Dao can improve his realm and become an immortal, he may be able to reopen a faction, and he will ......be judged by the world."

Thinking about it like this, I feel that my thinking is clearer, and a coolness goes straight to the dantian from the top of my head. Zhang Daoran knew that his views on cultivation just now were in line with the original intention of the "Huang Ting Sutra", and it was also in line with his own Dao heart.

"Luck is something that must be obtained, and now that the path of cultivation has been clarified, it is time to find an agent to help the poor path gain luck. The poor Dao originally cultivated, but it needed luck to get supernatural powers from the "Huang Ting Jing", close the mountain gate, close the mountain and escape from the world, and the luck would be less. ”

Zhang Daoran naturally will not personally set foot in the entertainment industry, will not jump and jump, and will not participate in various activities to win attention. As long as it is passed on from Zhang Daoran, Zhang Daoran will get the silk thread of luck, and the more people who know and the more people who benefit, the more luck Zhang Daoran will get.

"In this way, Poor Dao does not have to go down the mountain in person, and he can also get the silk thread of luck. ”

Li Da Niu is the best example, Zhang Daoran has a desire to cultivate Li Da Niu into a celebrity in music. Li Daniu is the first agent set by Zhang Daoran.

In the next few days, Zhang Daoran became familiar with the new cultivation method. After research, the new exercises can be practiced at any time twenty-four hours a day, but the best time is to absorb purple qi from the east in the morning and early in the morning. These two time stages were only less than three hours, but they were ten times more aura than the rest of the time combined!

On this morning, just after finishing his cultivation, Zhang Daoran was about to make breakfast, and faintly, he heard shouts from the foot of the mountain.

Walking outside the Taoist temple and looking at the foot of the mountain, the eyes of the sky opened, and Zhang Daoran knew everything at the foot of the mountain. Taking a step, Daoran did not hesitate and walked down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Jing Chen was holding a baby no more than two or three months old in his arms, and his face was full of nervousness: "Dao Chief, help, this is going to die!"

"Whose parents are this, so ruthless, that they have left their children here for three days without any news?"

Jing Chen's eyes were full of anger, looking at the baby in his arms, but he was full of distress. The child in Jing Chen's arms was wrapped in a thin futon, and he couldn't tell whether he was male or female, but he was only six or seven months old, with a small white face, a head larger than that of an ordinary baby, a little deformed, and a trace of blue on his lips.

Jingchen was calling for help, feeling that the child had been taken away as soon as his arms were loosened. When I was shocked, I was about to grab it, and when I looked up, I saw a tall young Taoist priest, frowning and observing the baby in his arms.

Without asking or speaking, the Taoist priest began to climb the mountain with the baby in his arms. After walking a dozen steps, he turned around and said, "You can go up the mountain too!"

Jing Chen was originally guessing whether this Taoist priest was the master in Sun Yuting's mouth, this Taoist priest was too young, and he looked younger than his age. Hearing Zhang Daoran's words, Jing Chen was overjoyed, and looked at the steps and was worried: "I can't go up......"

However, Zhang Daoran had already allowed it, and Jingchen could only keep up.