Every time Zhang Daoran walked down the stage, these listeners felt a little lost in their hearts. The ethereal hope of becoming an immortal was gradually becoming farther and farther away from them as Zhang Daoran walked down the stage.

"Is this the teaching of immortals?"

I can recite the "Tao Te Ching" that I can recite in a stream of ways. They have never been deeply involved in the soul's perception in just half an hour like they did just now. The same "Tao Te Ching" that Zhang Daoran said seemed to communicate with the world, connect yin and yang, and let them erase their ignorance. A window slowly opened and saw a brand new world.

If it is not the immortal teaching, how could it give people such profound insights?

"No wonder fellow Zhang Daoquan, I have always reminded us that Zhang Zhenren preaching is the teaching of the Dharma. At first, I didn't care, and thought that fellow Zhang Daoquan was just admiring this real person. Now I feel quite regretful. If I had known that there were such a god-like figure in the Taoist sect, my Qingwei Sect should have been the first to invite him to stay in my Qingwei Sect and listen to the real person's preaching at all times. How great would it be..."

Peng Daoming, the head of Qingwei, had regret on his face. When Zhang Daoquan introduced Zhang Daoming, when Zhang Daoming introduced Zhang Daoran, Peng Daoming felt even more regretful: "I have invisibly neglected the real person. I want to get close to him in the future, but I don't know if it will be hindered."

Everyone has a dream of immortality in their hearts. Entering the Taoist sect is originally intended to pursue immortality. But for many years, this dream of immortality has slowly faded away. Now, Zhang Daoran's preaching in just half an hour has allowed Peng Daoming to see the hope of immortality again.

He couldn't help but stand up, and Peng Daoming took two steps forward. As soon as Peng Daoming got up, the Taoist priests around him also stood up, put their fists on their chests, and bowed deeply: "People who seek truth preached again!"

Unlike the mentality I had dealt with before, Zhang Daoran preached was an opportunity to approach the Tao. His whole soul was floating, as if he wanted to become an immortal. After listening to the Tao, he felt light and strong, and his bones were emitting a kind of lightness and a sense of ease.

This kind of listening to sermons is hard to come by. If you miss the opportunity this time, you may have to wait until next year.

Zhang Daoran, who walked off the Taoist platform, was taking stock of the lucky silk threads obtained from this sermon. Suddenly, the sound of mountains and thunder came neatly. Then hundreds of lucky silk threads emerged from the heads of each Taoist and entered Zhang Daoran's body.

"Please give me the Dharma!"

The Tianshi Master Zhang Daoyi also stood up with complex emotions in his eyes.

As if he saw through Zhang Daoyi's heart, Zhang Daoran's eyes stayed on Zhang Daoyi for a full second, then he looked away and glanced around the Taoist platform: "There are causes and conditions for Taoism. One talks about people's enlightenment, and the other talks about confusing people's hearts. This year, Longhu Mountain preaching, I will not start again."

Leaving a disappointed listener, Zhang Daoran floated away: "The secrets of heaven are vague and cannot be found. The heart of enlightenment in the Taoist scriptures. It is difficult to practice Taoism without opening the spiritual veins. I wasted my whole life and would not enter. I was a visitor to the world, but only for the Taoist Taoist sect of immortality..."

The voice gradually faded away, and Zhang Daoquan signaled the disciples of the Shenxiao Sect to follow.

Some people understood Zhang Daoran’s last words and realized it, while others were confused. Zhang Daoyi’s face changed a little, and finally turned into a long sigh: “I’ll end today’s sermon, and continue tomorrow…”

Leave a word, Zhang Daoyi walked towards the Heavenly Master Hall.

Everyone listened to the preaching in the square, thought about Zhang Daoran's last words, and slowly dissipated.

In the Tianshi Hall, Zhang Daoyi raised an incense stick and knelt on the cushion for a long time and refused to get up. Zheng Yidao, the disciple who followed into the Tianshi Hall, also knelt down with a sad face.

"Zhang Daoyi, the 30th generation successor of Zhengyi Dao, is ashamed of his ancestor." Zhang Daoyi knelt deeply on the ground: "The inheritance of Longhu Mountain has been passed down to this day, and no one can understand the truth. Now the position of the Dao Sect ancestral temple in Longhu Mountain is probably going to give way..."

The people from Zhengyidao who were kneeling behind Zhang Daoyi were shocked. They instantly understood Zhang Daoyi's worries. Zhang Daoran was not known before, but now he preached like an immortal, which made people wipe out ignorance and enlighten the cultivation of Taoism. In just half an hour, the Taoist truth in the whole world might be impressed by Zhang Daoran.

Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of the Taoist sect, but it has been going downhill over the years. The hope of immortality in the Taoist practice has almost become a legend. One has risen and the other has declined, and Zhang Daoran will inevitably become a leader of the Taoist sect!

At that time, can the position of the Longhu Mountain ancestral courtyard be preserved?

While worried, Zhang Dao got together. A Taoist priest who was nearly sixty years old changed his face: "The Heavenly Master's concern may not happen..."

"Senior Brother Daozhen..." Zhang Daoyi stabilized his emotions, and his sad face couldn't dissipate: "What do you think?..."

Everyone sat on the cushion, and Zhang Daozhen pondered slightly and said, "What is indispensable for practicing Taoism is the land of wealth and Dharma. Longhu Mountain has beautiful scenery and has now become a tourist destination, bringing considerable income every year. The three sects and six sects of Longhu Mountain, and the Taoist temples in various places all rely on the Tianshi Mansion to survive. If they leave Longhu Mountain or surrender to Zhang Daoran, they will lose this sustenance relationship, and the basic life may be difficult to maintain at that time. This is one of them..."

"Secondly, Longhu Mountain has been developing for more than a thousand years and has long become a holy place among Taoist sects. Here, there are many practitioners. Sihu County has mountains in the north, plains in the south, and lakes in the west, with ordinary scenery and no historical heritage culture. It took a lot of money to build Taoist temples in the past, and they would not choose to do this."

"Third, there are countless Taoist scriptures in Longhu Mountain, which are the holy places of Taoism that all practitioners yearn for. We have our own inheritance. Zhang Daoran, the Three Pure Land, obviously did not inherit the Taoism, so he preached the "Tao Te Ching".

"As for the fourth..." Zhang Daozhen's eyes flashed, and hesitated.

Zhang Daoyi's face calmed down, and Zhang Daozhen's analysis made sense. Zhang Daozhen stopped, Zhang Daoyi smiled slightly, and saw that Zhang Daozhen was worried and said, "Zhengyi Dao is called the Taoist school. In fact, we are all connected by blood. Let's say anything senior brother has."

Zhengyidao is the inheritance of the family, Zhang Daozhen, Zhang Daoyi and Zhang Daoxuan are actually all from the same family and have blood relationships.

Zhang Daozhen nodded and continued, "Actually, the easiest thing is to do it once and for all. According to my knowledge, Zhang Daoran is the descendant of Zhengyidao, and his generation is the same as that of us. The previous generation must be the Ji generation. Originally, the inheritance is the same, why don't we claim that Zhang Daoran is the descendant of my Zhengyidao and invite him to hold a position in Zhengyidao?"

Zhang Dao's eyes lit up, and a smile gradually appeared on his face: "It's not that my senior brother solved the doubts, I almost got into a misunderstanding..."

......

"Real person..."

Before leaving the Tianshi Mansion, Peng Daoming chased after him: "It's too late now, the bus is out of service. I'll send the real person to Wang Ling Palace..."

Zhang Daoran did not refuse. It was thirty miles away from the Shenxiao Sect. If you walk back, you would waste a lot of time.
Chapter completed!