"Master Lu, I bow my head..."

Seeing the visitor Peng Daoming bowed his hand slightly, then his eyes turned to another place. Lu Jing had a light personality, was taciturn and almost didn't talk to anyone. Peng Daoming knew that he could not get a response when talking to her, so he simply changed his target and said to Lu Zhen, who had just called him: "The Taoist paths of Longhu Mountain are all the same paths. Since my nephew spoke, I will naturally not refuse."

Compared to Master Lu Jing, Lu Zhen, as a disciple, has a lively personality and is loved by the elders of Longhu Mountain.

“No need…”

Lu Jing just replied lightly, and did not stop and continued to walk forward.

Peng Daoming felt a little embarrassed and felt relieved. Compared with the Shenxiao Sect Qingzhai Dao Temple, the Qingwei Sect is farther away from here, which is a hundred miles away. When they come, the vehicle can easily drive the Qingwei Sect disciples. There are nine people in the Shenxiao Sect, and they can barely sit down after squeezhai Dao Temple. If they come again, the Qingwei Sect disciples can only wait here. After sending the Shenxiao Sect disciples and the Kundao in Qingzhai Dao Temple, they can only go back.

In this way, it would be very late to return to the light Taoist sect.

Peng Daoming was willing to send Zhang Daoran, but Qingzhai Daoming's temple was just for face. Lu Jing refused to take the bus, and Peng Daoming would not persuade him.

"I'm going back..."

Lu Zhen sighed softly, the distance between thirty miles is not close, and it is impossible to complete it in less than two or three hours.

"I'm disturbing Master Peng..." Lu Zhen knew his master's character and had to chase him. When passing by Zhang Daoran, Lu Zhen stopped and hesitated and said, "Zhang Zhenren must be careful..."

Peng Daoming subconsciously thought that Lu Zhen was reminding Zhang Daoran to be careful of getting close to him. When he thought about it, he understood what Lu Zhen said. Zhang Daoran preached today, which can be said to have convinced the truth of the world, including him. As an existence like a leader of the world Taoist sect, Zheng Yidao has been challenged by Zhang Daoran alone.

Not in his position and not planning his own affairs, Peng Daoming sighed in his heart: "I hope the Heavenly Master will not be confused."

Zhang Daoran has already convinced all the Taoist priests. If the Tianshi Mansion plots against Zhang Daoran, it will probably be more than worth the loss. The wisest choice is to win over.

"You can all see that, how can I not understand?" Zhang Daoran didn't care. He had achieved success in his cultivation and had the magical powers of Taoism. Zhang Daoran didn't take any ghosts and monsters in Longhu Mountain. At the beginning, Zhang Daoran had already seen Zhang Daori's complex emotional fluctuations. Zhang Daoran had already seen that Zhang Daori had regarded himself as a threat.

"If you practice your way, I will practice my way. As for the changes in people's hearts and longing for immortality, I will not be able to stop it."

For example, Peng Daoming, who was in front of him, did not take himself seriously at first, but now he came to get close to him, just to get the opportunity. Zhang Daoran, who was famous for his generation, also wanted to go there. If the Taoist priests and people in the world wanted to regard the Three Pure Land as the authenticity, Zhang Daoran would not refuse.

By gathering the luck of Taoist sects in the world, the pace of cultivating immortals should be able to speed up a lot.

When the car arrived in front of him, Zhang Yifeng quickly opened the car door. Zhang Daoran was sitting in the passenger seat, Zhang Daoquan also got in the car, Zhang Yifeng, Zhang Yimao, Zhang Yiming followed him and squeezed behind.

Peng Daozhen had just reacted from Lu Zhen's words and had no chance to get into the same car as Zhang Daoran.

The car was not fast, and when he arrived at Wang Ling Palace, Zhang Daoran went up the mountain. Peng Daoming wanted to go up the mountain, but in the end he did not follow: "President Zhang, I will say goodbye. After the preaching, I will disturb you again."

Zhang Daoran didn't stop, obviously not wanting to have too much interaction with him. He felt a little disappointed and turned around and left: "I didn't have a good impression at the beginning, and I need to improve more in the future."

"Master Peng would not have been so enthusiastic before. This time, it is probably because of Zhenren Zhang who is attentive."

Watching the convoy leave, Zhang Yimao said softly.

The Qingwei Sect has full realities, and it is also related to the Zhengdao. The Qingwei Sect is different from the other sects of the three sects and six sects. The Qingwei Sect has its own industry, while the Shenxiao Sect completely relies on the Tianshi Mansion to survive.

In the past, the Qingwei Sect never called Zhang Daoquan, but today I am very polite.

"You talk too much, and you are talking about your elders behind your back. Go back and draw a hundred divine thunder talismans." Turning around and walking towards the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoquan whispered: "It's time to apply for a vehicle from the Tianshi Mansion, and it's very convenient to go back and forth."

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After dinner, Zhang Daoran closed the door and entered the gray space with a thought: "Three thousand,696 qi fortune silk threads, I don't know what kind of magical powers can be inherited."

This time, the sermons were rewarding. Everyone was listening to the sermon and unconsciously contributed two qi-luck silk threads. After the sermon, the Taoists asked the sermon to contribute one qi-luck silk thread again.

With more than a dozen remaining threads of energy luck, Zhang Daoran has expectations for this preaching of the Huangting Jing.

Before coming to the "Huangting Jing", the pages of the book had already turned a new page. Zhang Daoran looked down and saw a flower in front of him entered the world of the book pages. An old Taoist with white hair and beard walked leisurely on the mountain road, taking every step, only half a meter more. What's strange is that the old Taoist priest appeared a hundred meters away. The old Taoist priest walked faster and faster, and finally took a light step of thousands of meters...

The old Taoist priest turned his head and smiled, turned into a stream of light, entered Zhang Daoran's mind, and a message came: "One step across the yin and yang, and one step is within reach of the end of the world. Shrinking the ground can make an inch, and there are gods on the land."

"Shrinking into inches?!"

Zhang Daoran carefully digested this message without any sadness or joy on his face. He took one step involuntarily, and his figure was already ten meters away. Zhang Daoran walked smoothly, and his last step was hundreds of meters!

"This is the greatest limit. It should be insufficient in cultivation and it is difficult to reach the end of the world."

Zhang Daoran felt a little happy and sighed heavily. During this period, what Zhang Daoran got was either calligraphy or music. He thought that his magical powers would no longer be passed on, but now this concern has disappeared.

A wave of repulsion came from the page of the book, and Zhang Daoran's eyes flashed, and he had already reached the outside of the page. The "Huangting Jing" had automatically turned to the next page, and a wave of suction came from the page of the book, and Zhang Daoran entered a new page again. An old Taoist priest sat cross-legged, and a shadow flashed behind him.

Zhang Daoran couldn't help but sit cross-legged, closed his eyes, and the spiritual platform was filled with a bright light.

The old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged turned into a ray of light and entered Zhang Daoran's body. Zhang Daoran's figure dissipated, like hundreds of Zhang Daoran's figures, overlapping and gathering together, dazzling.

"Merits bring luck, and skills condense human souls. The three talents of heaven, earth and man can become gods. The Yin souls connect to the great way, and the Yang gods understand the universe. The Yin and Yang blend together, and cultivate the immortals and the Taoist truth..."

One by one, the obscure words of truth, Zhang Daoran was clear. He opened his eyes and had a hint of understanding on his face: "Have you condensed the soul?"

The human soul, earth soul, heaven soul, three souls condense, the three talents return to one, and the Yin God is called the land god. The Yang God is condensed, sitting cross-legged at home, and the Yuanshen travels around the world. At this time, it can be called a semi-immortal, and the Yin and Yang condense, and the immortal soul is formed, and the immortal soul is considered to be entering the path of immortal cultivation.

"I have a long way to go..."
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