Chengxian is not so much, just because Zhang Daoran raised his head, looked at the sky, and a piece of information appeared in his mind: "The clouds rise at noon, the wind and rain do not come from time to time, the thunder and lightning are combined, the rain drops are three thousand seven hundred and sixty points, the wind stops raining at the time of the unitary, and the sunset sinks into the mountains......"

It's a weird piece of textual information, just like a weather forecast, no, it's more accurate than a weather forecast, when the wind comes, when clouds gather, when it rains, when it stops, it's all clear......

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, there was such a piece of information in his mind, Zhang Daoran still felt novelty, and also felt a sense of horror: "This, it can't be because of the Taoist priest just now......"

"I'm going to see the sky?"

There was some understanding in his heart, Zhang Daoran was not sure whether this information was true or false, and looked at the sky, it should be almost eleven o'clock at this time. And noon is from 11 a.m. to 13 p.m. It was from 13 p.m. to 15 p.m. The unitary hour is from 17 p.m. to 19 p.m.

Suddenly, a black cloud suddenly appeared, obscuring the early summer sun, with the appearance of this black cloud, more and more black clouds gathered more and more, in the blink of an eye, the black oppressive clouds made the whole sky dark.

"No, shouldn't the wind rise first and then gather the clouds?"

This is basic common sense, and everyone understands it. But now the anomalies in the sky have verified the accuracy of the information just now!

"This ...... It's really starting to gather clouds......"

Zhang Daoran looked at the sky blankly: "It's fulfilled... I've become an immortal, so I can see the heavens?"

After about an hour, Zhang Daoran came back to his senses, and suddenly froze: "That hateful voice, gone?"

The familiar call, the voice that made Zhang Daoran receive the supernatural power, should have appeared every half an hour, and now almost an hour has passed, and this voice has not appeared!

"Can you sleep peacefully?"

Zhang Daoran burst into tears, thirteen days, he hadn't slept a single night, Zhang Daoran felt that his head was almost mushy. That call, regardless of time and place, regardless of the occasion, came once every half an hour, each time lasted about five minutes, Zhang Daoran didn't know how many times, and woke up from his sleep.

"When did my vision get so good?"

Zhang Daoran felt that there were too many strange things happening today, originally a hundred meters away, he could see things vaguely, but now, he can see things thousands of meters away, and it is clear!

"Is it because the eyes of heaven are clear? lawless, colorless, and phaseless. The eyes of the law are clear, up and down nine times, the first one, see through the world's delusions, and look at the world's blessings and misfortunes...... Is it all true? If it were, wouldn't I have become a god?"

A smile finally appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "Immeasurable Tianzun, now I am a Taoist priest, if I can see the blessings and disasters in the world, I will be a master of the Dao......"

In a good mood, Zhang Daoran looked at the half-cooked eggplant in the re-supported pot, lit the firewood again, and began to continue to boil the eggplant in white water, and waited until the water boiled for a while, the eggplant was almost ripe, and the two peppers were put directly into the pot.

After everything was done, Zhang Daoran felt that he was already very hungry, picked up the small ear pot, entered the temple, put the small pot directly in front of the door, picked up the chopsticks and ate: "Immeasurable Tianzun, if the Sanqing Dao Ancestor has a spirit in the sky, he will bless the Taoist Temple to be prosperous, and I can also make some money when I bring it, and add some incense to you......"

With the eyes of the sky, as long as there are people, you can make money yourself!

After eating two eggplants without a little oil and water, Zhang Daoran was still unsatisfied: "Although the taste is not good, but I have only eaten half full, how good it would be if there were two more eggplants......

"Phew, Dao Ye is already a master of Taoism now, and when he makes money in the future, he will have a good meal......"

Thinking about the future in my heart, before I knew it, the wind was blowing, the wind was very strong, at least six or seven levels, and the raindrops were sparsely falling, and there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

Standing in front of the temple and looking into the distance, you can see it thousands of miles away, and it is clear. A look flashed in Zhang Daoran's eyes: "My eyesight is so good, but unfortunately, I still can't see the shore, what kind of lake is this?"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in his sight, and the small black dot approached the island in the middle of the lake, getting closer and closer, Zhang Daoran finally saw clearly: "This is a small boat! There are people on the boat!"

Finally see the living!

At this moment, Zhang Daoran's nose was sour: "I thought this was really a dead place!"

Zhang Daoran watched the boat approach without blinking, and slowly saw the people on the boat clearly, and his body trembled again: "This is modern society, not feudal society!"

On the small boat, a middle-aged man with a figure of no more than 1.7 meters and an age of forty or fifty years old was holding a penny, with short hair and clothes that had been wet by the rain.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the waves on the lake are gradually rising, although it is not big, but for a small boat that is only two or three meters long and one meter wide, it is still very dangerous on the lake, plus the wind is very strong, and it may capsize at any time!

The boat has a thrilling docking, and the island is surrounded by lotus flowers, and the waves are not born. The middle-aged fisherman moored the boat, jumped out of the boat, and went straight to the top of the mountain.

This island in the middle of the lake has a circumference of three to four thousand meters and a height of about three hundred meters. Up the mountain, there is only one stone staircase that is no more than two feet wide, irregular, and of different heights. It was raining, and Zhang Daoran had been going up the mountain for half an hour since he saw this middle-aged man go up the mountain until the man climbed to the top of the mountain!

"Dao Chief... Chief, come here to take shelter from the rain......"

The middle-aged man was soaked, looked at Zhang Daoran's face full of honesty, and said a little embarrassed.

"Layman, please ......"

Zhang Daoran suppressed his mind to inquire about the situation here, put his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance. If it weren't for the tattered Dao robe on his body, with layers of patches, Zhang Daoran would definitely have the potential of a fairy wind bone. Now, like a beggar, but with an unusual temperament.

The middle-aged man looked Zhang Daoran up and down, and stopped talking. This young Taoist priest looked only in his twenties, white and clean, not handsome, but also very attractive. He is more than 1.8 meters tall, but he is very thin. A long hair is tied in a bun, and a wooden hairpin is fixed. The robe was a little shabby, some places were even a little torn, and some places were patched, but the slurry was clean.

"This is a puritarian!"

The middle-aged man said secretly in his heart, looking at Zhang Daoran with some admiration in his eyes.

Daomen was born in the troubled times, and the world is peaceful, and he is not greedy for glory and wealth. Buddhism closed the mountain gate in the troubled times, and went out of the mountain to preach in the peaceful and prosperous times... Theoretically speaking, the sons and daughters of China still have some feelings for their own Taoism.

"Layman, is there anything wrong with Poor Dao?"

was looked up and down by a big man, constantly watching, no matter how thick-skinned Zhang Daoran was, he felt a little embarrassed.

"No......" The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "I'm just curious, what about the Sanqing Guanzhong Jishen Daoist? More than 20 years ago, I used to come here... I didn't expect it to be more than 20 years......"

Zhang Daoran was speechless, who is Jishen Zhang Daoran is not clear, Sanqingguan is now only a Taoist priest, there is no tomb on the mountain, and there is no record of this Jishen Taoist, Zhang Daoran shook his head, and could only say: "Master, he is an old man, the immortal has passed away......"