The atmosphere is a bit weird, the pond is gone...

Who is the owner of the voice that just appeared?

What level of cultivation?

Why lurk here for ten years?

Zhang Daoran quickly communicated with the way of heaven, but in the end he found nothing: "The way of heaven cannot record this person!"

Huo Ran looked up and looked at the place where the Gate of Time and Space just now appeared. Zhang Daoran had a bold guess in his heart: "Is it the pioneer of Huo Tong Cave Heaven?"

"Xianchang...what should I do this? The pond is gone, how should I water the ground in the future?"

The woodcutter Ah Heng was stunned. In just a short while, the pond was gone... It was a full ten years of drought here, and it was because of this pond that their family was not affected.

The pond was gone, and the woodcutter Ah Heng immediately lost his master.

There are no rivers here, there are no streams here... All living waters rely on groundwater that is more than ten meters deep, and irrigation from the fields is all based on the mercy of the heavens...

Rich precipitation and bumper grain harvest.

If drought, the particles will not be harvested...

Zhang Daoran found nothing to investigate the way of heaven, sorted out the Yin and Yang and Five Elements, and did not leave the breath of the person just now. Frowning, Zhang Daoran became a little annoyed.

He is used to controlling everything and knows everything clearly. Now everything is a little confused, and Zhang Daoran is even more curious about this world.

Looking at the sad woodcutter Ah Heng, Zhang Daoran also felt helpless.

The cause of all this is because of Bai Yiyuan.

If Bai Yiyuan did not fall into the water, he might not have alarmed the hidden strong man. Then the strong man would not have left like this. The water in the pond is still there. The woodcutter Ah Heng's home will not be affected...

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan was still offering treasures and handed the dates in his hand to Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran thought and put away the dates. Bai Yiyuan's eyes widened, feeling incredible. He circled around Zhang Daoran and kept fiddling with Zhang Daoran's Taoist robe, as if he wanted to find out where the dates were put by Zhang Daoran.

Zhang Daoran reached out and knocked Bai Yiyuan's head, and felt helpless. The trouble caused by this monkey head was needed to cure him. However, this monkey head was still unaware of anything.

This time it was considered good luck and was not hurt. The man just now was definitely strong and killed Bai Yiyuan... If Bai Yiyuan hadn't run fast, he wouldn't have been able to get out...

This monkey head must have been stealing something inside...

Thinking of the time when I first met Bai Yiyuan, Bai Yiyuan was chased by villagers to the cave. It was because of Bai Yiyuan that he ate and drank in the village...

Bai Yiyuan was knocked by Zhang Daoran and then he became honest.

Zhang Daoran sighed: "Mr., this pond is originally a strange treasure. Now that the master of the treasure has taken away the treasure, the pond will naturally disappear...but..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at the world: "Now the five elements are smooth, the yin and yang are in harmony, the rules of the world are in order, the four seasons change, wind, rain, thunder and thunder naturally nourish the world..."

Because of Zhang Daoran's appearance, the Yin and Yang and Five Elements of Heaven and Earth have been sorted out. It will no longer be like the previous ten years, when the heaven and earth have drought and rain will not fall.

"Xian Chang, is this true?"

The woodcutter Ah Heng was a little confused.

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "Nature is true..."

This comes from his hands. Only this world will be filled with rain and thunder. The four seasons are in order. How can it be false?

Zhang Daoran could not imagine that in this world, people have awe of those who are with the Taoist monks. Although the woodcutter Ah Heng could face Zhang Daoran normally, deep in his heart, he still had an inexplicable trust in those who are with the Taoist monks...

This kind of trust is a kind of trust in the ability of the monk...

The woodcutter Ah Heng smiled: "Since the immortal elder has said that this is true, then this is true... In fact, rainfall saves time and effort than watering the fields ourselves..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head and walked forward.

The purpose of coming this time is to have a pond. Now that the pond is gone, Zhang Daoran does not plan to stay.

This mysterious strong man made Zhang Daoran feel that he was not invincible...

"Village Wan Shixin, send your Qiliner to Guanlan Mountain..."

Suddenly, a sound filled the entire village.

Zhang Daoran suddenly looked up and looked into the distance.

His eyes seemed to pierce the endless void and landed on a mountain three miles away.

On the top of this low mountain, an old Taoist with white hair and white beard sat cross-legged. The breeze blew through the Taoist robe, with a slightly elegance. However, the old Taoist's face was cold, as if facing an ant in the world, and a kind of high-ranking brilliance flashed in his eyes.

When Zhang Daoran saw this old Taoist, he already knew that this old Taoist was not the master of the mysterious voice that had just appeared. The mysterious voice just now, the fluctuations in the soul energy contained in the sound alone had a cultivation level that was no less than Zhang Daoran.

And this old Taoist is only at the peak of Yin God, and there is no Yang God realm that produces Yang from Yin He.

"The immortal..."

Woodcutter Ah Heng glanced at Zhang Daoran and whispered: "Luo Wanzong, we are here to steal people again..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng said that he came to steal people!

Even though Zhang Daoran can communicate with the way of heaven, he cannot understand all things because he has not fully comprehended the way of heaven here. The world knows it in one thought.

The divine power of the heavenly eyes was about to be activated, and the woodcutter Ah Heng continued, "This is Luo Shenxian, the sect leader of Luo Wan Sect... A month ago, the son of the third uncle's family was born. They said that the children of the third uncle's family were destined to be taken as their disciples..."

Zhang Daoran frowned. Isn’t it a good thing to get the fate of immortality?

The divine power of the sky eyes was activated, and Zhang Daoran instantly understood what was going on.

In this world, the strong are respected, and the practitioners are above all else. However, those who practice Taoism claim to be immortals and do not fall into the world easily. Therefore, those who practice Taoism often say: Those who practice immortals will not fall into the world...

Even if they enter the world, they all think it is a blasphemy against them.

How precious is immortality? Once you become a disciple, you will have the chance to live forever... But if you enter the master, you are a practitioner. You must cut off everything in the world and never go home for the rest of your life...

As for practitioners, they worshipped the mountain gate since they were born, and Zhang Dalai didn’t know where his home was or who his parents were...

Some practitioners never go down the mountain once in their lives...

In other words, if the child is taken away this time, it means that he will never see the child again. Even if he can meet in the future, no one knows that this is his own child, and that this is his own parents...

Zhang Daoran's heart moved slightly and sighed.

Is this still what a monk should do?

How to cut off the world if you don’t enter the world?

How to train your mind if you don’t enter the world?

The cultivation of Taoism in the world is the fundamental... And how indifferent are the practitioners in this world?

How cruel is it to be separated from flesh and blood and will never be seen for life?

"Wan Shixin, you are limited to one hour and send your child to this sect... Otherwise, it will delay the child's immortal fate, so don't forgive you if you die..."

The loud voice spread to the entire village again.

The whole village was quiet, no one came out to watch the fun, no one helped, and no one took the blame... In the village, in a courtyard, a middle-aged man looked dull.

A woman was in tears, holding a child as if holding a rare treasure, and refused to let go no matter what.

"The immortal..."

The middle-aged man knelt down on the ground and cried bitterly: "The villain is already forty-eight years old this year, and he has a child in his old age. This is the only flesh and blood... The child is young and cannot do without his parents. Please give me kindness beyond the law. How many days will it be for grace?"

"Damn it!"

Luo Shenxian was furious and stood up with his sword, standing in the void: "Are you going to disobey this sect?"
Chapter completed!