The breath is vertical and horizontal, and the anger is full.

The whole village is covered by the majesty of this old road.

"Poof..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng involuntarily fell to his knees, with a kind of unyielding intent on his face full of horror. Kneeling on the ground, his hands on the ground, he stubbornly raised his head, his eyes full of anger.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan looked curiously at Ah Heng, the woodcutter who was kneeling on the ground, and also knelt on the ground in a decent manner, with a pair of smart big eyes, but he looked at Zhang Daoran. seems to be curious why Zhang Daoran is still standing.

Zhang Daoran stood in the courtyard, and in his mind, the middle-aged man named Wan Shixin was even more red, and the woman holding the child was already full of despair.

As a cultivator, he has a high status. They are just ordinary people, how dare they disobey the will of the cultivators?

It's just that their child is less than a month old and has just been born. And, after being taken away, I'm afraid I won't see it again. Even if they can see, do their children know that they are parents?

Do you want to be like those ordinary people who bow down to the monks, and when they see their children, they also have to bow down?

"The villain doesn't dare..."

The middle-aged man Wan Shixin's face was unwilling, angry, sad, sad... It seems that the negative emotions that have not been shown in this life have completely exploded at this time: "The villain is just asking the immortal chief to give our father and son a few days to get along..."

"Providence so..."

On the mountain in the distance, the old man shook the dust in his hand: "This son is a heavenly immortal, just for some reason, he was reincarnated in your family... This son will be rich and prosperous in the future, and he will have a fate with the avenue, and one day in your house will reduce the source of blessings... Even, it will make you and others contaminated with unwarranted disasters..."

Zhang Daoran frowned, this old man said that it was really so... This child is really born with a wisp of evil in his soul.

However, it is not the old way that Hao Shou said, staying at home for a day will reduce a blessing. This child is not the reincarnation of an immortal. It's just because the time of production coincides with the time of yin and yang decline, and it is contaminated with evil energy.

If this child does not crack the evil qi in his soul, as he grows up day by day, he will inevitably cause trouble and bring disaster to the family.

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged man Wan Shixin raised his head blankly, he looked at the panicked with pity, the six gods had no master, with fear on his face, and a strong reluctance to let go of the child in the woman's arms: "Even if it is a disaster star, it is also after my family... My inheritance is on this son... The villain lived to be forty-eight years old, and he got married at the age of sixteen until now, and he only has such a child..."

What parent doesn't want their child to be good?

It's just for the good of the child, it's not to abandon the child, let alone give birth to a child, hold a high position, and bow down in the future...

What is Providence?

Providence is not yet a high-sounding excuse for you cultivators to oppress us?

What is Providence?

Isn't providence the foundation of your superiority and power?

The middle-aged Wan Shixin naturally wouldn't say this, if he said this, even if he was an old man, if he didn't want his life, other cultivators would kill him.

"Yes, that's providence..."

Haoshou Lao Dao, stopped outside the village, his eyes watched every move in the village, when his eyes fell on Zhang Daoran, his eyes froze, and his face changed slightly: "Immortal cultivators do not fall into the red dust, what sect is the Taoist friend, and he openly set foot in the red dust?"

Zhang Daoran didn't want to ask about it. Wan Shixin's kind of thing, in Huotong Dongtian, I don't know how many times it will be staged every day. He's not a god, he's just going to experience the world...

Unexpectedly, this old man found him and questioned him...

Frowning, Zhang Daoran didn't agree with this old Taoist very much with his cultivation views. If this Haoshou old Taoist doesn't trouble him, he will naturally not embarrass this Haoshou old Tao...

If you are a cultivator in this world, and you are questioned by a weak person, you will inevitably move this person far away with a wave of your sleeves. Zhang Daoran did not do this, his cultivation was obviously different from the cultivation of this world.

"Poor Dao Dao Xuan, Sanqing Heaven cultivator..."

Zhang Daoran made a joke and saluted first: "Immortal cultivators don't fall into red dust, dare to ask Dao friends, what is an immortal cultivator, what is red dust?"

Haoshou Lao Dao was slightly stunned, he thought that Zhang Daoran was just an ordinary cultivator, a newcomer who had not yet entered the Dao.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Daoran dared to ask him, and the old Taoist raised his eyebrows: "I haven't heard of the old Taoist of Sanqing, if you don't know what an immortal cultivator is and what Hongchen is, go back to the master and ask your own master... In the world of immortals, tens of thousands of years of inheritance, immortal cultivators do not fall into the red dust, if there are disobedient people, they will not be spared..."

Zhang Daoran's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were full of disapproval: "You cultivate your Dao, I cultivate my Dao, why impose your own Dao on my Dao?"

Without waiting for Haoshou Lao Dao to answer, Zhang Daoran continued: "Immortal cultivators mean that the primordial gods are unsullied and can ascend to immortals at will. Daoist friends are just the pinnacle of the Yin God, and the heavenly soul has not yet been perfected, how can they be called immortal cultivators? Where desires are, there will be red dust... So, you and I are already in the red dust, what do you mean to fall into the red dust?"

"Strong words..."

Haoshou Lao Dao's face turned blue and white for a while, and he almost didn't control the flying sword: "How can you have such an idea?"

He couldn't refute Zhang Daoran's definition of an immortal cultivator, nor could he refute Zhang Daoran's point of view. As Zhang Daoran said, where life is, it is red dust. As long as there is life, it is the world of red dust.

The so-called immortal cultivator must be the condensation of the primordial spirit, the unity of yin and yang, and the primordial spirit can break away from the body and travel between heaven and earth. The physical body does not exist, it has no meaning.

The first entry of the cultivator is the cultivator, and after the primordial god, it is the cultivator...

It's just that, how can you say it in public?

Resources are scarce, and it is not easy to cultivate immortals. It is only then that he will have the lofty status of an immortal cultivator and dominate the world. In this way, all the resources can be pooled, so that they will not stop on the path of cultivation.

"Cultivators do as they please, discerning between good and evil. To do whatever you want is to wander in the ocean of the Tao. The distinction between good and evil is naturally good and bad, and there is a difference between good and evil... If you can't distinguish between good and evil, then you're on the wrong path... Poor and cultivated, do whatever you want, go wherever you want..."

Zhang Daoran has always had a great deal of resistance to the concept of cultivators in this world. It's just that before, Zhang Daoran didn't want to interfere too much. But now, this old Taoist is targeting him, and if he wants to interfere with his path of cultivation, he will naturally not continue to forbear: "All beings in heaven and earth are equal, regardless of high and low... The sage has a saying, the immortal is just an ant under the avenue..."

As soon as his mind moved, the coercion of Hao's old way dissipated invisibly.

The villagers of the whole village felt lighter and regained their freedom.

"You..."

Haoshou Lao Dao only realized at this time that Zhang Daoran's cultivation was so powerful that it was no longer something he could compete with. Silently, he dissolved his momentum and coercion, which was no longer something that could be achieved by winning a little bit of cultivation.

Between heaven and earth, when did this kind of cultivator appear in the realm of cultivation?

Harnessing the flying sword, he immediately fled away, and the old man was still unwilling: "That demon boy will definitely kill the world." If this demon boy causes disaster on another day, you must have caused it..."