Hearing Zhang Daoran announce that the sermon was about to begin, he saw more than 1,000 people in the courtyard of Xianguan, and instantly gathered all his cranky thoughts.

"Zhang Zhenren preached, don't miss a word, miss it is to lose the opportunity......"

Compared with thinking about it, compared to thinking about how to make Zhang Daoran accept him as an apprentice, it is better to grasp the present.

Only Uncle Chu felt dazed, and his eyes were still looking around. When I saw that every listener had their eyes closed and their attitude was serene, I felt a little strange in my heart: "This attitude can be said to have given a real face." ”

In Mr. Chu's subconscious, preaching is no different from a monk's recitation. It can make people feel pure, but it can also make people feel impatient. Not far from Mr. Chu's hometown, there is a monk temple. The monk temple is not large, with only three monks. When his son had just died due to a disaster, Mr. Chu once went to the temple to burn incense. The abbot of the temple once gave a lecture to Mr. Chu......

It's just a pity that he spent 500 yuan of sesame oil money in vain, and after the monk finished chanting, Old Man Chu also woke up from his sleep. In the end, nothing was gained. Mr. Chu heard that there were also people who listened to the monk chanting the scriptures at the beginning, and left halfway, scolding and scolding in his mouth, his face full of anger, and angrily accusing the monk of deceiving people.

Unlike Mr. Chu, Chu Meng's mentality calmed down instantly, his eyes were closed, and there was no sadness or joy on his face. Old Master Chu sighed: "Perhaps, because of this, I don't have the opportunity to cultivate." Xiao Meng, well, from now on, Xiao Meng's name is a dream, and he can calm down in such a short period of time and hear it with peace of mind, just because of his fate with Zhang Daoran. ”

"People are not in view of the flow and in view of the water, and they are clear and quiet. ”

Suddenly, the voice of the sermon came, and Old Uncle Chu's body trembled, and his face was a little dull. A hint of coolness pours into the body from the outside. This trace of cool feeling instantly traveled all over the body, making the body feel that there was a kind of June Futian, drinking a glass of cold beer.

The whole body is comfortable, I feel that my body is loose and saggy, extremely natural, and drowsy.

I feel that my mind is fluttering, forgetting all my troubles, forgetting all my unhappiness, and there is no sadness or joy in my heart, as if my consciousness does not exist at this moment.

"Therefore, benevolence is greater than love, wisdom is greater than knowledge. The good traveler drowns, the good rider falls, each with what he likes, but he is in trouble. The way of mortals, the desire is small, the ambition is big, the wisdom is round, the action is desired, the desire is more, the desire is less, ......"

As soon as the sermon began, it didn't stop.

Consciousness does not exist, what Zhang Daoran said, no one will understand and understand again. There is no strange fragrance, and there is no artistic conception. It's the whole person, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to think, forgetting everything.

On the high platform of the sermon, Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the futon. Originally, he opened his eyes and explained the "Tongxuan Sutra". After a few words, his eyes were closed, his thoughts were flying, and he slowly seemed to fade into the vastness. The mind slowly becomes ethereal, as if it were a world of nothingness. Zhang Daoran forgot his supernatural powers, forgot his cultivation, forgot his understanding, and forgot to comprehend the Taoist scriptures.

Zhang Daoran didn't know where he was at this time, and he didn't know where his consciousness existed. At this moment, Zhang Daoran seemed to be unconscious, and this person disappeared into heaven and earth.

The world was silent, and the wind that was originally like a gentle spring breeze and made people drowsy suddenly stopped. Time that would have passed, this moment stands still. Seeing the fairy view, by the dock, the lake surface with fine ripples was smooth as a mirror at this moment.

In the air, the sun seemed to stop moving, stopping in mid-air. The strange thing is that the sun is scorching in the originally clear sky, but stars have emerged.

A flying bird flew through the air, and when it reached the sky above the fairy temple, the eyes that were originally smart suddenly became sluggish. The bird closed its eyes, forgot to keep flapping its wings, and fell from the sky like a stone.

When the bird is about to fall to the surface of the lake, there is a mysterious power that holds the falling bird. Strangely stopped in the air more than a meter above the surface of the lake, as if he was not breathing, and his heart stopped beating.

If it weren't for the fact that Asuka's body was still warm, its heart was still beating, and its blood was still flowing, it would feel like it was dead.

A group of swimming fish, passing by the pier of Fairy Island, slowly surfaced, stuck out their heads, and then stood still. The mouth is open and can no longer be closed.

I don't know when, behind Zhang Daoran's head, a touch of golden light appeared. A round with a diameter of more than half a meter, the golden light of the dazzling light wheel slowly took shape. A glimmer of light, covering the sun's rays, shone brightly throughout the entire temple of immortals.

The age of the appearance of "Tongxuan Zhenjing" is not very long, and it only appeared during the period of Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. However, the "Tongxuan True Scripture" was praised as one of the "Four Sons" by the Daomen, and was named one of the four holy scriptures of the Daomen.

"Tongxuan Zhenjing" has an unshakable status among the countless classics of Taoism, containing endless avenues, thousands of Taoism, and thousands of magical powers. The enlightened self-realize, the soul reaches the sky, and the longevity increases. The unknown is like an old cow chewing wax, without any taste.

This is the way of cultivation, originally the "Tongxuan Sutra" personal recitation of the understanding, among thousands of people, can be enlightened can have one or two slight gains, is already a great creation. Just because of the "Huang Ting Jing", Zhang Daoran explained, so that every human or all the spirits in the world who heard the Tao Jing fell into an ethereal state.

Just like a baby in the mother's body, it returns to the origin of heaven and earth.

The origin, the beginning of all things, the beginning of the world.

If an initiant is able to enter this realm, he will inevitably have a smooth path and a great increase in his qualifications in the future. Those who do not enter the Tao... At most, the soul is baptized, if it has an understanding, it will spy on the true scriptures, and after death, it will not go to hell, and the true spirit will enter the spiritual world, absorb the spiritual energy, and become a spiritual god. Accept the incense and become a god.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Daoran's consciousness slowly returned to his body. During the whole lecture process, Zhang Daoran felt that he did not exist, and he didn't know if he had finished explaining.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that in the courtyard of the Immortal Temple, there were more than a thousand cultivators, and it was still difficult for my consciousness to return, I looked up at the air, and found all the visions around me, space and time were still, and the sermon at this moment seemed to be thousands of years, and it seemed to be a blink of an eye.

"Tongxuan Zhenjing, the power is endless, poor Dao explained this time, fortunately woke up in time, only less than one-tenth of the explanation. If it continues, I am afraid that it will be difficult for these listeners to really return to their consciousness......"

In my heart, I understand that where the "Tongxuan Sutra" goes, it is natural and clear. The effect brought by "Tongxuan True Scripture" made Zhang Daoran afraid for a while.

Zhang Daoran walked down the high platform of the sermon and walked out of the immortal temple, but no one noticed. Walking to the dock, Zhang Daoran saw the vision of the pier, and the strange birds in the air. With a movement of thoughts, he walked in the air. Came to the bird and sighed: "The bird should have been in the air, fell into the water and lost his life." ”

Stretching out his hand and gently holding it, the bird suddenly woke up.

Flapping its wings into the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye. As the bird was awakened, there was still time in the originally static space, and the strange world composed of it was like broken glass, and this moment seemed to return to normal.

The sun, which was originally easterly, was like someone pushing it to move westward, and in the blink of an eye, it reached a westerly position. The originally static space, the wind flow became larger, and the passage of time seemed to be watching a movie, and the fast-forward button was pressed, and the time passed from half past ten in the morning to three in the afternoon in the blink of an eye......

In the view of seeing immortals, more than 1,000 people who listened to the sermon were like in a dream, flying out of the temple one by one and landing on the boat. The boat was like a rocket, rushing to the east shore, shuttling back and forth, but in the blink of an eye, the originally overcrowded Xianguan was left with only the stunned face of the island in the middle of the lake.

Zhang Daoran was also surprised by such a strange scene, turned around and walked into the Taoist temple, only to see Hengkong Daoist and others, their faces were dazed, and their eyes were a little hollow: "This is the end of the sermon?

It seems that the sermon has just begun, and the sermon has already ended. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that only the people of the island in the middle of the lake were left in the immortal temple, and there was also Uncle Chu.

Zhang Daoran wanted to turn around and return to the Taoist temple, but he stopped his steps, and his figure disappeared with a thought. There seemed to be a remnant of Zhang Daoran's slightly frightened words echoing in the air: "In the future, I will preach, "Tongxuan Zhenjing", and I can't talk about it easily...... 8)