gray space, Zhang Daoran did not open "Huang Tingjing" for the first time. Instead, stand quietly in the gray space and calm your mind. The gray space cannot be cultivated, at least for now, the gray energy of the gray space, Zhang Daoran cannot absorb and refine.

The only good thing about the gray space is that it is quiet, very quiet, without the slightest sound.

After a long time, Zhang Daoran took a deep breath and came to the "Huang Ting Jing", and five hundred red silk threads of luck were absorbed by the "Huang Ting Jing". The pages of the book were opened, Zhang Daoran took a closer look, and a scripture book jumped out of the page.

"Tao Te Ching?"

When the scriptures arrived, Zhang Daoran's face was difficult to see, and Sanqingguan had the Tao Te Ching. When you open it, the content is almost identical, and there is no difference. The only difference is that on the title page is written four big words - Lao Jun's own book.

"The Taishang Laojun Taishang Sage personally wrote it?"

The content is the same, there is no immortal cultivation method in it, there is no magic power in it, and what Taishang Laojun personally wrote is useless.

The idea had just come to mind, and the pages of the book were windless and automatic, and with each page opened, a scripture leaped out of the page.

"The Treasure of the Shangqing Runes"

"Yuqing Open Heaven Record"

"Three Caves of Beads"

"Xuandu Jingmu"

"The Sanqing Dao Ancestral Treasure Book is understandable. "Three Caves of Beads" Wang Yan's "Lost Sutra"? "Xuandu Sutra" Xuandu Guan Lost Sutra?"

Zhang Daoran opened it and looked at it, his face was a little unpleasant: "Although these scriptures are original, they are not of great use to the poor Dao......

Five hundred silk threads of luck, only five scriptures were obtained. Zhang Daoran felt a little disappointed: "The magic before the "Huang Ting Jing" seems to be gradually disappearing now, and it is really not as good as at the beginning, all kinds of magical inheritance, now it is either calligraphy or music, poor Dao is a cultivator, not wanting to engage in entertainment and not wanting to mix the calligraphy world......"

When I returned to the Taoist temple with five scriptures, it was already night.

looked at his watch, but at seven or eight o'clock, Zhang Daoran cooked, and it was only nine o'clock after eating.

Boredom, he returned to the room, took out the Tao Te Ching and flipped through it, and his hand was still on the table.

"Hiss ......"

Now that there are no outsiders in Sanqingguan, Dalong returned to the Taoist temple after he was full, his stomach was bulging, and he didn't know if he ate wild ducks or fished in the water. Zhang Daoran was not in the mood to care about this, so he took out the "Xuandu Jingmu", Zhang Daoran opened it and looked at it, which was different from the "Tao Te Ching", which was also obscure. However, the content of these five scriptures was deeply engraved in Zhang Daoran's mind.

"The Tao does not exist, it begins with chaos. Pangu opens the sky, and there is a god ......"

"Xuandu Sutra" has been lost, Zhang Daoran does not know if this is the only personal disciple of the Taishang Sage, Master Xuandu's perception of the Tao. However, as the first sentence was recited, Zhang Daoran felt a shock of the aura around him, and a trace of aura drilled into his body.

Compared with the previous time when it was less than midnight, there was still early morning cultivation, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. Although the aura that enters the body is small, it is very pure, and it does not need to be refined, it is integrated into the dantian and enters the divine soul.

Zhang Daoran was stunned for a moment, and read it again, it was still the same, with the recitation, the surrounding aura would enter the body with a trace, and it was extremely pure.

"It's a little weird, could it be that the aura that enters the body is because of this Taoist scripture?"

Zhang Daoran was not sure if his realm had improved, or because of the Taoist scriptures. Picking up the desk casually, the "Tao Te Ching" left by Sanqingguan, Zhang Daoran recited a few sentences, which was no different from the usual recitation, and did not cause aura resonance.

picked up the "Tao Te Ching" obtained from the "Huang Ting Jing", and Zhang Daoran recited it: "Tao is Tao, very Tao, famous, very famous, very ......famous"

As the first word was read, the aura around him was the same as when the "Xuandu Sutra" was recited, and a trace of aura drilled into the body.

Zhang Daoran picked up the other two scriptures left by the Taoist temple and tried to read a few sentences, but sure enough, there was no magical effect on the scriptures obtained in the "Huang Ting Jing".

"It's not that the realm of poverty has been improved, it's that the scriptures obtained from the "Huang Ting Jing" are amazing. Poor Dao didn't expect that the scriptures he got would have such a magical effect. If you recite for a few hours a day, it's worth two hours of cultivation in the middle of the night!"

Zhang Daoran was a little happy in his heart, he thought it was just some useless old antiques, but he didn't expect it to have such a magical effect.

Zhang Daoran had no resistance in his heart and began to read aloud.

With the recitation, the magical effect reappeared, and a trace of aura entered the body, and the soul felt very comfortable. With the recitation, Zhang Daoran also had some insights into the content of the scriptures.

"Not only can it help with cultivation, but it can also help with enlightenment. The treasure books written by these saints are different......"

This may be the difference between the hand-me-down scriptures and the Taoist scriptures written by the saints.

"Hiss ......"

Dalong listened to Zhang Daoran reciting the scriptures, shaking his head and waving his tail around, seemingly excited. The peanut-sized vertical pupil revealed a trace of excitement, and a trace of aura entered the big dragon's body, and the amount may only be equivalent to one-tenth of the aura that Zhang Daoran obtained, or even one hundredth.

Zhang Daoran's heart moved, and he stopped reciting the scriptures, and sure enough, the aura surrounding Da Long's body suddenly dissipated. Zhang Daoran continued to read, and the aura condensed again, and a trace entered the body of the great dragon.

"Poor Tao recitation of scriptures, you can get benefits, as a listener, Dalong may not understand, but because of listening to the Tao, but also get certain benefits. Doesn't that mean that everyone who hears the preaching of the poor will be able to benefit?"

In this way, Zhang Daoran's preaching will benefit all sentient beings, as long as you listen to Zhang Daoran's preaching, you can infuse your body with spiritual energy......

"I wonder if the aura you get is different because of different personal qualifications?"

Dalong listened to the Tao, and Zhang Daoran absorbed about one percent of the aura, if he was a human being, would he get more aura than Dalong, a beast whose spiritual wisdom was not opened, because of his higher intelligence?

Or, human beings have different qualifications and different degrees of intelligence, and how much aura they get is different?

Inexplicably, Zhang Daoran had some expectations: "In this way, wouldn't it be much easier to preach in the future?"

Zhang Daoran continued to recite, Zhang Daoran needed to continue to experiment, reciting the Taoist Sutra, and the aura would enter the body, whether it would slowly weaken over time.

This experiment was more than half a month, and Zhang Daoran was pleased to find that the aura obtained from the recitation of these Taoist scriptures did not weaken over time, on the contrary, with the slow improvement of the realm, Dalong got more aura than before. The only thing that hasn't changed is that the aura that Dalong obtains, at most, is only equivalent to one percent of the aura absorbed by Zhang Daoran......