The development and expansion plan of the island in the middle of the lake has not been carried out drastically. Zhang Daoran just proposed, the people on the island in the middle of the lake, they can accept disciples, as for how to accept disciples, it is all up to their personal chance. It is impossible for Zhang Daoran to plan for them along with their plan to accept apprentices.

Cultivators should not accept disciples hastily, and they do not accept whoever they want to be disciples. It's the cultivator, the telepathy of the moment when the disciple appears. This kind of induction is very subtle, indescribable, and can only be sensed by the moment the disciple appears.

Moreover, the disciple who receives it is connected to the cultivator's luck, even if the sense disappears and is connected through the luck, you can confirm whether this person is your destined disciple.

In short, between the disciple and the master, luck is connected, and we share weal and woe, and we can't play with children.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhang Daoran shook his head helplessly: "When the disciple appears, you will feel something." Fate is fate, and fate is fate. Although the poor Dao said that you should accept disciples, it does not mean that you can accept disciples casually. The resources of the island in the middle of the lake are limited, and there are many cultivators, and there are not enough resources for them to cultivate......"

Zhong Dao breathed a sigh of relief, such as the Wind and Dust Dao Chief, if it weren't for Zhang Daoran's reason, he wouldn't have accepted apprentices.

The reason for the inheritance of the elder master of the Hengkong Dao will not accept disciples in a big way. Mengxi is now the owner of the Qingzhai Dao Nunnery, but he is limited to the lack of cultivation realm, and many disciples of the Qingzhai Dao Nunnery have not entered the Tao at present, and they have no intention of accepting disciples......

"The congenital conditions of the island in the middle of the lake are limited, so far, there are only a few small islands in the middle of the lake, although the aura is sufficient, but because of geographical restrictions, the development cannot be too violent. Based on the current situation of the island in the middle of the lake, one hundred and ten people are cultivating, which is just ......."

The wind and dust road is indifferent to fame and fortune, and he still has a vision.

When a person cultivates the Tao, the resources consumed are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Although there are many people on the island in the middle of the lake, there are nearly 100 people, and there are only a few people who have entered the Tao, and it is not yet possible to mention the dilemma of insufficient resources on the island in the middle of the lake.

If all the cultivators in the island in the middle of the lake were cultivators above the Dao realm, although there were spiritual gathering arrays around the island in the middle of the lake, and each Taoist temple had set up small spiritual gathering arrays, this little bit of spiritual energy would be far from enough for more people to absorb and cultivate.

The geographical location, congenital conditions, and other restrictions of the island in the middle of the lake are also difficult for the development and growth of the island in the middle of the lake.

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly, listening to the opinions of the people, Zhang Daoran had no intention of making the island in the middle of the lake a great sect of cultivation in the world. Zhang Daoran's original intention was to continue to inherit and cultivate an outstanding disciple, which is much better than a scene where there is no one to cultivate.

"All the cultivators are captured, and the earth will return to peace. The limitations of the earth itself cannot become a cultivation planet. The island in the middle of the lake is just a fulcrum of heritage......"

With this thought, Zhang Daoran suddenly said: "From now on, the island in the middle of the lake will be included in all sects and factions, and it should not exceed ninety-nine people. However, after all, the congenital conditions of the island in the middle of the lake are limited, so it is planned to open up a mustard seed space in each sect with the plan of poor Dao......"

"Mustard space?"

Zhong Dao was slightly stunned, and then a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

The development of mustard seed space is no less than opening up a small world. Not only must the laws and rules be complete, the sun, moon and stars appear together, and contain vitality, but also consume huge financial resources......

The mustard seed space can only be opened up by immortals.

"Could it be that the sect master has really become an immortal?"

Mustard seed space, a grain of sand and dust, a world, a leaf of dead leaves, a universe, the difficulty is beyond imagination!

In their impression, they have heard of the mustard seed space, but it is even more difficult to open up the mustard seed space. Only the legendary immortal characters can open up the mustard seed space.

In the Azure Star, cultivators can open up a space, use the formation, use a lot of treasures, can maintain the operation of the formation, and hang outside the universe. However, the opening up of space is only a space, not only the aura is very thin, but the mountains and rivers are also illusory, and the space is also illusory. There is no sun, moon and stars, no alternation of seasons, no passage of time......

Tianjizi is still very clear about this, he just came to the old peach tree, and he wanted to tell everyone that it was time to eat, but he overheard this sentence. Tianjizi didn't intervene, the master has great powers, and since he has already spoken, he must have this kind of ability.

......

In a trance, several elders of the division ate a different kind of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

In the hustle and bustle of the disciples, after eating, Chu Yimeng and Zhao Yingying and others kept chasing behind, asking for fireworks, Zhang Fangfang waved his hand, and dozens of people walked out of the Taoist temple, and when they arrived in the open space west of the Sanqing Temple, they began to set off fireworks.

In the Sanqing Temple, Zhang Daoran was still sitting cross-legged on the stone pier, and the Fengchen Daoist and others, because of the mustard seed space, were still immersed in their own thoughts, and they also sat in the Taoist Temple and did not go out.

Moreover, they are the elders of the sect, and it is difficult to reflect their majesty by setting off fireworks with these disciples.

"Woooo

"Bang Bang ......"

Fireworks rushed into the sky, blooming brilliant fireworks in the air, and the entire Sanqing Temple, under the illumination of this fireworks, became like day. Zhang Yifang bought a lot of fireworks, and everyone set off fireworks for a long time.

Zhang Daoran sat in the Sanqing Temple, inexplicably, his mind fluttered, as if he saw the previous life, other people's festival fireworks were bright, he stood in front of the window to watch.

It seems that all the noise has nothing to do with itself.

When I came to this world and was reborn as a little Taoist priest, I had to worry about eating and drinking at the beginning.

Later, Zhang Yifang was accepted as a disciple, Zhang Daoran was not lonely for the first time during the New Year, but the atmosphere of the New Year was still looking at the fireworks in the distance, and he couldn't be in that kind of noise.

After several years of development, the island in the middle of the lake has never been as lively as it is today. It's like a poor person who starts to make money, and after a few years of accumulation, wants to change the way he celebrates the New Year.

Thoughts were flying, Zhang Daoran was thoughtless, it seemed that his consciousness was incarnated into thousands of angles and floated into the air. I seem to have countless pairs of eyes and see the world from different angles.

Zhang Daoran had some realization in his heart, and at this moment, his cultivation realm had improved again.

The feeling of this moment is very mysterious, when the consciousness is returned, Zhang Daoran looked at the bright fireworks again, subconsciously looked at the shrine again, looked around, and looked into the distance. It seems to be a reflection of each other, and at this moment, the sky in the distance is also bright with fireworks.

Zhang Daoran looked at the sky in the distance, and the endless incense was fluttering, but there was no place to return, there was no purpose, it was scattered in the air, and finally dissipated. At the beginning, the incense was able to condense and form, but now it dissipates directly...

Looking at the shrine, there is not only the shrine of the ancestor master, but also the ancestor of the Three Qing Dao.

The incense is peaceful, and it is difficult to enter the statue. As an immortal, the idol itself is a transit station for the gods to absorb the power of the incense in the mortal world. At this time, the incense wish power takes shape in the air, and finally slowly drifts away.

Zhang Daoran sighed in his heart, and unconsciously said that he was born: "The fireworks are bright, and the gods are hard to see......"

"The immortal path is ethereal, at the end of the cultivation path, at the end, is there really immortality, witnessing the immortals, or is there a beautiful imagination in the hearts of the cultivators, just wishful thinking, just a kind of longing?"

Zhang Daoran was confused...