did not return to Sanqingguan, and Zhang Daoran did not choose to ride the clouds, but his body was like a fallen leaf, moving lightly with the wind. Without any purpose, Zhang Daoran didn't know where he was going.

At this time, it was late, the sky was overcast, there was no wind and no moon, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Zhang Daoran didn't think about everything he had seen when he realized the Tao just now. Zhang Daoran also knew that the evolution of the Dao, and even the opening of the heavens by Pangu, was a key step in the gradual improvement of the Dao, which everyone could understand, but could not comprehend.

Everything he saw later, in Zhang Daoran's mind, was nothing more than a lack of realm and difficult to understand.

"Although the poor Dao condenses chaos, it is just a beginner who has just stepped into the Dao Gate. Compared to those immortals in the Flood Desolation Immortal Realm, they are as fragile as a three-year-old child. Zhang Daoran sighed, this is still the most ordinary immortal. If compared with the powerhouses of the immortal realm, those saints, and Pangu, Zhang Daoran's strength is even less than that.

"I hope that the realm of the poor Dao will improve in the future, and everything I have seen will be able to have some understanding" Thinking of this, Zhang Daoran thought of "Huang Tingjing", frowned, and Zhang Daoran's mind sank into the chaotic world.

The chaotic world was completely different from before, except for a gray cloud, and no other colors were visible. In the midst of chaos, on top of a huge gray mountain peak, Huang Tingjing was like a dilapidated book that had not seen the light of day for many years, without the slightest color, and it was also gray.

The Chaos Tower stands in the midst of the chaos, and it is also slightly dilapidated compared to before. Not far from the Chaos Tower, there is a space with a circumference of ten miles. Only this space is full of life and trees. Long Yiyun was looking around restlessly at this time.

Farther away, in the extreme west of Chaos, the Sun Wandering God was weakened at this time, eroded by the chaotic qi, and would be wiped out at any time.

Extend a finger and tap lightly. The Sun Wandering God, who was originally dying and his soul was extremely weak, was shrouded in space within a radius of several miles.

As if feeling Zhang Daoran's kindness, Riyoushen's eyes widened, and he said weakly and in a low voice: "Don't think that the deity will be grateful to you, the deity will not be grateful to you"

Zhang Daoran shook his head and said in a low voice: "If you are still useful, you can save the poor Dao from abnormal disasters in the future, why should the poor Dao spare your life?"

With a flick of his sleeves, the two sides were too far apart. Riyou God couldn't see Zhang Daoran, but Zhang Daoran could clearly see Riyou Shen: "The reason why the gods are not visible and the immortal traces do not exist, you may know that the poor Dao will not kill you until he figures it out."

These words are not clear to the Sun Wandering God. Zhang Daoran glanced at Long Yiyun in the distance, and sighed again: "If you don't realize it for a day, you won't let you out."

With a thought, Zhang Daoran appeared in front of "Huang Tingjing". In the past, the huge and brightly colored "Huang Ting Jing" was only the size of a normal book at this time. Not only that, but the cover is somewhat damaged, as if it had been burned by fire, and there are blackened marks in many places.

Zhang Daoran stretched out his hand to pick up the "Huang Ting Jing", wanting to see if the "Huang Ting Jing" had lost its former role, who knew that his right hand had just touched the "Huang Ting Jing", and the "Huang Ting Jing", which did not look heavy, seemed to have taken root, so that Daoran had a lot of strength, and it was difficult to shake the "Huang Ting Jing" in the slightest.

"It doesn't seem to be going to be destroyed. "That kind of magical artistic conception, the evolution of the Tao, the obscurity of Hongmeng, and the opening of the sky in Pangu are all manifested in the "Huang Ting Jing", this kind of divine book, its power, far beyond Zhang Daoran's expectations.

"Poor Dao originally thought that "Huang Ting Jing" was from the hands of a saint or Hongjun Dao Ancestor, but now it seems that the origin of "Huang Ting Jing" is more mysterious than Poor Dao imagined. Zhang Daoran's mind moved, and he looked at the "Huang Ting Jing", and a trace of doubt flashed on his face: "In the past few years, there have been enough silk threads of luck that have been accumulated, but the "Huang Ting Jing" has been silent, and I don't know when it will be opened again to teach the magic power of the poor Dao Dao?"

"Wow"

As soon as this thought fell, "Huang Tingjing" was windless and automatic, and the pages of the book turned wildly. Dozens of pages were flipped in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound in the pages of the "Huang Ting Jing" was bursting, like a shallow chanting and low singing. It seems to appear in front of me, thousands of Buddha lights, thousands of Buddhas. The posture is different, the expression is different.

Among the thousands of Buddhas, one of the big Buddhas, about 100 zhang high, sits on the lotus platform.

The face is plump, and the eyebrows are kind. The big Buddha opened his mouth, and a Buddhist scripture came: "If I smell it." At one time, the Buddha was in the garden of solitude in the garden of solitude, and the great bhikshus, 1,250 people. At that time, the world was honored, and when he ate, he wore clothes and held a bowl, and went to the city to beg for food. He begs in his city, and returns to his place, and he has eaten and his mantle is collected, and his feet are washed, and he sits on his seat."

Buddhist scriptures are obscure, and the literal meaning is difficult to understand. Zhang Daoran knew the sea, the chaotic qi was churning, and he was a little resistant in his heart: "The "Huang Ting Jing" is a Taoist classic, which records the generation of the Tao, the formation of the Tao, the evolution of the Tao, the recording of thousands of Taoism, and the recording of thousands of magical powers. Why is there a Buddhist sutra now?"

"What does the Diamond Sutra convey, it shouldn't be a cultivator, and now it's changed to a Buddhist practice?"

Zhang Daoran's heart fluctuated, and there was a slight ripple: "Could it be that the Taoist scriptures recorded in the "Huang Ting Jing", all kinds of Taoist supernatural powers, have ceased to exist just like Jiang Lang's talents?"

Zhang Daoran was surprised in his heart and didn't want to touch the Buddhist scriptures. However, the "Diamond Sutra" is like being engraved in memory, and it is impossible to forget it. Not only that, but the content of the scriptures and various commentaries also followed, and Zhang Daoran didn't want to understand it, but he understood it completely.

Zhang Daoran didn't realize that at this time, the "Huang Ting Jing", which had been silent for a long time, would teach supernatural powers at this time. Zhang Daoran's body, which was originally windless, fluttered, crossed the mountains, crossed the big river, and didn't know where to float.

At a certain moment, Zhang Daoran's body slowly descended, on top of a hill.

Zhang Daoran himself didn't realize that his body, at this time, was braving a hazy golden light, like a fairy descending to earth, like a Buddha descending into the world. Not only that, but on Zhang Daoran's body, there were faint bursts of Sanskrit sounds

In the world of rules, Zhang Daoran's consciousness is still receiving the scriptures of the "Huang Ting Jing" like a hard stopper.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sound stopped, and the world seemed to be quiet again. The Buddha is full of shadows, condensed together, and gathered in the body of the Buddha. Zhang Daoran looked up, the big Buddha was still a big Buddha at this time, obviously an old man wearing a Taoist robe, coiled into a Taoist bun, fluttering sleeves, and fairy wind bones.

Lao Dao's eyes were closed, and when Zhang Daoran saw it, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light burst out in his eyes, and with Zhang Daoran's cultivation, it was difficult to resist the dazzling golden light. Unconsciously, Zhang Daoran closed his eyes. The golden light in the eyes of the old Taoist suddenly burst out, merging into Zhang Daoran's eyes. Zhang Daoran felt a coolness in his eyes, and a piece of information appeared in his mind: "Forget about the troubles of the mortal world and usher in the immortal Dao root." Eyes look at the world, and the mood is like the world"

"Discerning?"

Zhang Daoran opened his eyes, and unlike the previous Tianyan Eyes, Zhang Daoran felt that his eyes were no longer strange, but full of compassion.

"It's just that this is a Buddhist supernatural power"

Zhang Daoran had a wry smile on his face, a scripture, and a pair of discerning eyes.

What is the purpose of this?

"Ten thousand Buddhas do not exist, but they evolve in the Tao. Buddhism is the way, why bother the soul"

"The Tao is everywhere, and the Buddha and the Tao are interdependent. The meaning of the Buddha is the meaning of the Tao, and listening to the Buddha is like the Tao"

Zhang Daoran regained consciousness, and there was some realization in his heart: "Buddha originally evolved from the Tao, Buddha is the Tao, cultivation is the Tao, and cultivation is not Buddha." Cultivating the Buddha is the way, and cultivating the Buddha is the way."

The golden light flashed in front of him, and the "Huang Ting Jing" imparted supernatural powers, but it was not finished at all. There are a total of eight golden rays of light, shooting from the "Huang Ting Jing", Zhang Daoran was just about to receive and watch, his body suddenly shook, and there was horror, fear, awe, with joy and confusion in his ears, it seems that all the emotions of human beings are integrated into this voice: "Meet the Bodhisattva, meet the Buddha"