In the gray space, Zhang Daoran did not open the "Huangting Jing" as soon as possible. Instead, he stood quietly in the gray space to calm his mind. The gray space cannot be cultivated, at least now, Zhang Daoran cannot absorb and refine the gray energy in the gray space.

The only benefit of gray space is quiet, very quiet, without any sound.

After a long time, Zhang Daoran took a deep breath and came to the "Huangting Jing". Five hundred red silk threads of luck were absorbed by the "Huangting Jing". The pages of the book opened, and Zhang Daoran looked closer and saw a scripture jump out of the pages.

"Tao Te Ching?"

After receiving the scriptures, Zhang Daoran's face looked ugly, and the Three Pure Landscapes contained the "Tao Te Ching". When you open it, you will see that the content is almost exactly the same, and there is no difference. The only difference is that the title page contains four big words - Laojun's personal letter.

"Written by the Taishang Laojun and the Taishang Saint himself?"

The content is the same. There is no method of cultivating immortals, no magical powers, and it is useless to write it by the Emperor Taishang himself.

This idea just emerged, and the pages of the book were automatically free of wind, and every time you open a page, a scripture jumped out of the pages.

"The Book of Fubao"

"Yuqing Kaitianlu"

"Three Cave Bead Bag"

"The Mysterious Mind of Xuandu Jing"

"The treasure book of the Three Pure Ones is understandable. The lost scriptures of Wang Yan in "Three Caves Bead Bag"? The lost scriptures of Xuandu Guan in "Xuandu Jingmu"?"

Zhang Daoran opened it and looked at it, his face looked a little bad: "Although these scriptures are all original, they are of no use to me..."

Five hundred lucky silk threads, only five scriptures were obtained. Zhang Daoran felt a little disappointed: "The magic before the Huangting Jing seems to gradually disappear. It is indeed not as good as the beginning. Various magical inheritances are inherited. Now they are either calligraphy or music. I am a practitioner, and I don't want to do entertainment or indulge in the calligraphy world..."

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

After looking at the watch, it was only seven or eight o'clock, Zhang Daoran cooked the meal, but it was only nine o'clock after eating.

Bored, I returned to my room, took out the Tao "Tao Te Ching" and flipped it out, and was still on the table.

"Shit..."

Now there are no outsiders in the Sanqing Temple. After eating, the dragon returned to the Taoist temple. His stomach was bulging. I don’t know if he had eaten wild ducks or fishing in the water. Zhang Daoran was not in the mood to care about this. He took out the "Xuandu Jingmu" and Zhang Daoran opened it and looked at it. Unlike the "Tao Te Ching", it was also obscure and difficult to understand. However, the content of these five scriptures was deeply engraved in Zhang Daoran's mind.

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

"Xuandu Jingmu" has been lost, and Zhang Daoran is not sure if this is the only disciple of the Supreme Saint, Master Xuandu, who was the only disciple of the Supreme Saint, and the understanding of Tao. However, as the first sentence was read, Zhang Daoran felt the spiritual energy around him tremble, and a trace of spiritual energy penetrated into his body.

It was not as good as practicing in the morning before midnight, and absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. Although there was little spiritual energy into the body, it was very pure and did not need to be refined. It merged into the dantian and entered the soul.

Zhang Daoran was stunned and read another sentence, and it was still the case. As he recited, the surrounding spiritual energy would enter his body in a slight slight sense, extremely pure.

"It's a bit strange. Is it because of this Taoist sutra?"

Zhang Daoran was not sure whether it was his own state of improvement or because of the Taoist scriptures. He picked up the "Tao Te Ching" left over from the Sanqing Temple on his desk. Zhang Daoran recited a few sentences, which was no different from his usual recitation and did not cause spiritual resonance.

Picking up the "Tao Te Ching" obtained from the "Huangting Jing", Zhang Daoran recited it: "The Tao can be told, the extraordinary Tao, the name can be called, the extraordinary name..."

As the first word is read, the surrounding spiritual energy is just like when the Xuandu Jingmu is recited, and a trace of spiritual energy penetrates into the body.

Zhang Daoran picked up the other two sutras left by the Taoist temple and tried to read a few sentences. Sure enough, the sutras obtained in the "Huangting Sutra" did not have the magical effect.

"It's not that I'm improving my realm, but that the scriptures obtained by the Huangting Jing are very magical. I didn't expect that the scriptures I'm getting will have such magical effects. If I recite for a few hours a day, it would be enough to have two hours of practice at midnight!"

Zhang Daoran was a little happy. 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 recite aloud.

As the recitation was read, the magical effect reappeared, and a trace of spiritual energy entered the body, and the soul felt very comfortable. As the recitation was read, Zhang Daoran also had some insights into the content of the scriptures.

"It can not only help you practice, but also help you realize the truth. The treasure books written by these saints are different..."

This may be the difference between the past classics and Taoist scriptures written by saints.

"Shit..."

The dragon seemed very excited when he listened to Zhang Daoran chanting scriptures, shook his head and his tail swayed around. The peanut-sized vertical pupil revealed a hint of excitement, and a hint of spiritual energy entered the dragon's body. The quantity may be equivalent to one tenth or even one percent of the spiritual energy obtained by Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran's heart moved and stopped reciting the scriptures. Sure enough, the spiritual energy surrounding the dragon's body suddenly dissipated. Zhang Daoran continued to recite, and the spiritual energy condensed again, and a trace of it entered the dragon's body.

"I can benefit from reciting scriptures. As a listener, Dalong may not understand it, but he also gained certain benefits from listening to the scriptures. Doesn't that mean that everyone who listens to my preaching can benefit from it?"

In this way, Zhang Daoran preaches and benefits all living beings. As long as he listens to Zhang Daoran preaches, he can infus the spiritual energy...

"I wonder if the spiritual energy I get is different because of my personal qualifications?"

The Great Dragon listened to the sermon, and Zhang Daoran absorbed about one percent of the spiritual energy. If a human was a human, would he get more spiritual energy than the Great Dragon, a beast with unenlightened intelligence because of his high wisdom?

In other words, humans have different qualifications and different levels of intelligence, and the amount of spiritual energy they get is different?

Inexplicably, Zhang Daoran was somewhat expectant: "In this way, will it be much easier for me to preach in the future?"

Zhang Daoran continued to recite. Zhang Daoran needed to continue experimenting. He recited Taoist scriptures and entered his body. Will the spiritual energy gradually weaken over time.

This experiment took more than half a month. Zhang Daoran was delighted to find that the spiritual energy obtained by reciting these Taoist scriptures did not weaken over time. On the contrary, as the realm slowly improved, the dragon obtained more spiritual energy than before. The only thing that has not changed is that the spiritual energy obtained by the dragon was at most equivalent to one percent of the spiritual energy Zhang Daoran absorbed...
Chapter completed!