Zhang Daoran shook his head and did not respond.

The fisherman was very talkative and said with a smile: "If the Taoist priest wants to learn the thunder talisman, I advise the Taoist priest not to go. The Taoist sect needs to be carried forward, but as for the talisman, it is better not to learn it. It is useless to spend money without saying it. It can only be used as an evil-proof talisman and hung it on your body."

The decline of Taoist sect is obvious to all. Has the inheritance of talismans also lost its role in the past?

The inheritance of talismans has been passed down from generation to generation and will never be lost. The same talismans have no effect as before. Zhang Daoran secretly speculated that it should be the reason why people who practice Taoism cannot practice Taoism now.

Zhang Daoran did not respond, and the fisherman did not say much about the topic of Taoist sect, introducing the surrounding scenery: "That is Elephant Trunk Hill, that is the Tianshi Mansion General Assembly..."

Longhu Mountain is located in a province with a typical Danxia landform. The scenery is very beautiful, making people feel natural and relaxed. Zhang Daoran closed his eyes, felt relaxed and his soul sublimated.

"It is true that Taoist sect needs to be close to each other, so you need to walk around more in the future."

Opening his eyes, the bamboo raft approached the shore.

Zhang Daoran was about to thank the fisherman, but the fisherman stretched out his hand: "The nineteen miles of waterway, one hundred yuan..."

He looked at the fisherman deeply and took out the money and did not bargain. He thought the fisherman was kind-hearted, but he got into a misunderstanding from the beginning. The fisherman not only fished, but also was responsible for ferrying.

Zhang Daoran looked at him and was furrowed all over. When he saw the money, the fisherman was still very happy. He took the money and sang a song that Zhang Daoran couldn't understand and slowly left.

Walking into the mountains, there was a mountain road about two meters wide, connecting a Taoist temple. Although the distance was far, Zhang Daoran still saw the big words on the plaque of the Taoist temple gate - Wang Ling Palace.

When he arrived at the Taoist temple gate, Zhang Daoran found that a wide asphalt road led to the distance, connecting the direction of Longhu Mountain: "I seem to have suffered another loss... I am afraid that it will be less than 100 yuan to get here by car from Longhu Mountain..."

As he climbed up the steps, Zhang Daoran looked up at Wang Ling Palace, with a modern atmosphere everywhere, without any ancient charm. He frowned and then felt relieved: "The three sects and six sects of Longhu Mountain have developed into tourist attractions, and this place should not have been built for long."

"Real person!" Zhang Yimao, who had seen him, happened to leave the Taoist temple. When he saw Zhang Daoran coming, he came up to meet him: "The real person is here, and he doesn't make a phone call. The path goes to pick up the real person..."

After slapping his forehead, Zhang Yimao's face turned red: "I was impressed by the style of a real person and forgot to leave a phone number for the real person..."

"Real person, please... Xiaodao will inform the leader now..."

Zhang Yimao bowed and hurried back to the Taoist temple.

Zhang Daoran didn't care. He looked at Wang Ling Palace. It was not large in area, but Qianyuping, which was not as large as Sanqing Temple. It only had seven or eight rooms and a large palace. The courtyard of the Taoist temple was very small, crowded on a mountain top that was only a few dozen meters long and flattened.

Before entering the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoran saw more than 20 people standing in front of the Taoist temple gate. An old Taoist was surrounded by seven or eight middle-aged Taoist priests. Seeing Zhang Daoran, the old Taoist, with the help of everyone, came down: "The real person came from afar, and the old Taoist Zhang Daorian was completely disappointed to welcome him..."

Zhang Daoran knew in his heart that when Zhang Yimao heard Zhang Daoran chanting scriptures in front of the Sanqing Temple Taoist Temple, he must have told Zhang Daoquan what he had felt before. Only then did Zhang Daoquan have such a reaction.

"I, Zhang Daoran, have met fellow Taoist..."

He bowed with his fists and Zhang Daoran returned a bow.

"When the real person comes, the old Taoist will feel relieved. Dongyue Sixteenth began to preach. Today is the fourteenth day of Dongyue. The real person is in the Taoist temple for a day of meditation. When the old Taoist, please go to the Heavenly Master Mansion to listen to the Taoist sect..."

When he arrived at Wang Ling Palace, Zhang Daoran was arranged to have a spacious room. There was a desk in the room, a yellow paper and a cinnabar brush on the desk, and the preparation was very complete.

"Zhang Daoquan did not say to preach, but to listen to the sermon... Has the Shenxiao Sect actually declined?"

The Shenxiao School is a Taoist school that inherits and promotes the thunder talismans in the main road of Longhu Mountain.
Chapter completed!