Turning around the three clear views, it is already noon.

Sanqingguan is a little pure, the big dragon and the old wolf, and the double eagle are not in Sanqingguan. You Yixiu, Zhang Yixian, Yiyan and others are also not in Sanqingguan. The newly recruited disciple Chu Yimeng was also nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Daoran walked leisurely in Sanqingguan and enjoyed this rare kind of purity. Since Zhang Yifang went up the mountain, there have been more and more disciples of Sanqingguan, and more and more people have come to visit, and Sanqingguan has been a long time, and Zhang Daoran has not been alone to enjoy the pure time.

"Before, I was afraid of loneliness, I was afraid of being alone, and I was afraid that I would be lonely for too long, which would lead to damage to my mood. Zhang Daoran observed everything in Sanqingguan, and finally came to the old peach tree: "Now Sanqingguan is much more lively, but poor Dao has begun to like purity again." ”

"Whoa......

The branches and leaves of the old peach tree made a loud noise, as if there was some kind of pattern.

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly, with relief on his face: "There are four disciples of the Three Qingguan Sects, and one side is now seeking a breakthrough and condensing the two laws. The Wind and Dust Daoist Friends of the Lake Island are about to break through the Yang God, and the opportunity of the Hengkong Daoist Friends has arrived, and this return is probably already condensed by the Yang God......"

Stroking the body of the tree, Zhang Daoran saw a vague human face on the old peach tree. This human face resembles an old man, with long hair and beard, and a wrinkled face.

"It's a pity, no one knows, in the entire island in the middle of the lake, except for the poor road, only your old peach tree has already condensed. ”

The peach tree is psychic and has survived in Sanqingguan for I don't know how many years. Over the years, Zhang Daoran has preached and spoken under the old peach tree. At the beginning, Shakyamuni preached under the Bodhi tree, and Bodhi benefited a lot and grew into a great god. The situation of the old peach tree at this time is similar to that of the Bodhi tree back then.

It's just that the cultivator is a Buddha, and it is unknown whether the old peach tree is as lucky as the Bodhi tree.

When Zhang Daoran recited the scriptures, or preached the Dharma, or felt the truth, it was all on the stone pier under the old peach tree, and Zhang Daoran, who listened to the sermon in the old peach tree, preached the most times and felt the deepest. In addition, he can't move, and he can only use cultivation to pass the time, so he enters the realm quickly.

"You have found your own way, the Yang God has just gathered, and you still need to cultivate well, strive to condense the Yuan Shen, and transform as soon as possible. Poor Dao said that if you take shape, you will definitely be accepted as a disciple. ”

Stretching out his hand, a law floated out of his palm and submerged into the torso of the old peach tree: "This is the secret of meditation, if you are in a disturbed mood, practice this method......"

"The poor path has thousands of magical powers, which can make you transform into a human, but as a plant to become a Taoist, the roots are in the soil, if you move, the roots will inevitably be damaged. You can't transform into shape, you can only guard loneliness. Zhang Daoran also knows the difficulty of the tree to die, the person to live, and the vegetation to become the Tao, and Zhang Daoran is also clear: "The reason why the poor Tao is that every time I preach, say the Dharma, and recite the Taoist scriptures is here, it is to help you cultivate ......."

"Since you have condensed the Yang God, Lang Yining and Long Yiyun already have names and surnames, you can not be an exception, just call Tao Yiming, if you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster. ”

Zhang Daoran stroked the trunk of the tree, which was regarded as acknowledging the identity of Tao Yiming, a registered disciple.

"Whoa......

Tao Yiming's branches trembled, and the leaves rattled, as if expressing his excitement.

"It's okay......" Zhang Daoran was full of interest and seemed to be very happy: "The Pure Heart Recipe has been taught, and now you have the method of cultivation, the method of meditation and contemplation." In the realm of the first gathering of the yang gods, if there is no corresponding Dao method body, it is a pity that this body is cultivated. ”

Sanqingguan is guarded by a strong man like Tao Yiming, even if Sanqingguan has no one around, there is also a caretaker. If Tao Yiming can cultivate the Dao Fa, maybe one day, or it will have an unexpected effect.

"Poor Dao will teach you a few more Dao methods......" Stretching out his left hand, a law drilled out of the palm and sank into the trunk: "There is a way to defend in the near distance, and there is a way to attack in the distance." There is no method of transfiguration, but the method of confusing people's minds and the formation of concealing whereabouts will be taught to you at the same time......"

Teaching the Dao, the human face on the trunk of the tree disappears. The gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves of the old peach tree were strangely still, and for more than ten minutes, the old face of Tao Yiming on the old peach tree resurfaced on the trunk.

The transformation of spirit objects is different from the transformation of spirit beasts. For example, the old wolf Lang Yining, Long Yiyun will transform into a human in the future, and his ontology will inevitably transform into a human. And Tao Yiming just used the old peach tree to drive and nurture himself, and after the transformation, he was just the Yuan Ling transformation, and the old peach tree was still an old peach tree.

The old peach tree is Tao Yiming, and Tao Yiming is not an old peach tree. The old peach tree is like Tao Yiming's doppelganger, controlled by Tao Yiming. There are countless strange things in the world, and the transformation of spiritual objects is indeed somewhat mysterious.

"Whoa......

The branches and leaves of the old peach tree swayed, and Tao Yiming's face on the trunk was full of gratitude. It's just that he doesn't have a shapeshift, and he can't speak.

"Calm down, and have a good understanding of the Dao that the poor Dao preached to you just now. ”

On the trunk of the old peach tree, Tao Yiming's phantom gradually disappeared. The old peach tree returned to its natural form, and Zhang Daoran's face was a little strange: "It is said that if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog will ascend to heaven." The things that are close to the poor road have become fine one by one......"

Under the old peach tree, there is a stone table, and there are six stone piers around the stone table. The stone table is still a stone table, but the stone pier where Zhang Daoran often sits cross-legged, and the color is obviously different from other stone piers.

It is also a stone pier polished with bluestone, and the stone pier where Zhang Daoran often sits cross-legged exudes a trace of crystal color. A trace of aura, entering the stone pier, was absorbed by the stone pier.

"It is said that if you are stubborn, it is difficult for the stone to become enlightened, and now that you have a trace of spiritual thoughts in this stone pier, you may be able to become enlightened in the future......"

Caressing the stone pier, a trace of thought welled up in Zhang Daoran's heart: "Aura can change all things, doesn't that mean that poor Dao can create things out of thin air?"

This idea popped up, and Zhang Daoran was also a little moved.

"Forget it, forcibly creating things is unnatural, and the path of cultivation is difficult. Cultivation depends on chance, whether it is a stone pier or an old peach tree, it is all caused by chance, not manpower. ”

Zhang Daoran flipped his palm, and there was an extra scripture in his hand.

Reading the Taoist scriptures and understanding them carefully, it didn't take long for a burst of footsteps to come from outside the Taoist temple, and there was a soft reprimand: "Dalong, don't mess around, flowers and plants also have life, don't hurt them......"

Hearing this, Zhang Daoran raised his head, his face was a little strange: "Yiyan, when did you have this kind of mentality? Is it because of the breakthrough in cultivation and the improvement of your state of mind?"

Outside the Taoist temple, voices talk to each other or laugh. Soon, Lang Yining was the first to rush into the Taoist temple and came straight to the stone table. Zhang Daoran waved his arm, and an invisible force made Lang Yining's posture change and slowly landed on the ground: "You rammer, you are already a demon cultivator, and you are still so unspiritual......"

"Master... Master... You're here, I was so scared just now. ”

Just reprimanded Lang Yining, Chu Yimeng heard Zhang Daoran's voice, ran into the Taoist temple, and saw Zhang Daoran, with a kind of fear on his face: "Master, help the third senior brother take a look, just now the third senior brother didn't know what the reason, and his body was on fire......"

Chu Yimeng had worry on his face: "At that time, Senior Uncle Fengchen was still cultivating, and those senior brothers and sisters were also very worried, and they seemed to be very scared. The flame was so frightened that it could not be extinguished by water. Fortunately, the flame on the third senior brother's body is now extinguished, but his body is very hot, could it be burned?"

"Master, hurry up and help the third senior brother take a look, if you burn it again, you will really burn to death......"

Chu Yimeng's voice echoed in the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoran couldn't cry or laugh, Cheng Yiyan, who had just entered the Sanqing Temple, opened his mouth wide, with a wry smile on his face.