At midnight, Zhang Daoran still got up to practice.

The door of the Taoist temple was opened, and Zhang Daoquan was already sitting cross-legged at the place where Zhang Daoran was practicing. A faint spiritual energy entered Zhang Daoquan's body and still scattered without leaving a trace. The cold wind rustled, and Zhang Daoquan's thin body shook slightly.

"I am over 70 years old and my spiritual veins are not open. No matter how hard I work, I will never have the chance to achieve enlightenment."

Zhang Daoran walked to the other side of the Daoguan gate and sat cross-legged, and started practicing the exercises.

The human soul in the ghost soul has been formed, and Zhang Daoran clearly felt that the sensing spiritual energy was clearer than before, and the five elements spiritual energy could be clearly distinguished. The soul with his eyes closed in the sea of ​​consciousness has become clearer, just like a real person. A series of silk threads exuded a mysterious and ancient distant aura. Zhang Daoran wanted to explore, but gained nothing.

"This should be Tao, the law, the formation of human souls can already be seen, but cannot be understood. This is the way to enlighten the great way, but cannot be understood?"

Since it is impossible to understand, Zhang Daoran no longer insists on understanding. Perhaps the three souls of heaven, earth and man gather together, and these great laws can be understood. The human soul is formed and the sensing of spiritual energy is clearer. Zhang Daoran tries to control the gathering of spiritual energy around him.

Sure enough, the more spiritual energy you gather around you, the faster your skills are running, and the more spiritual energy you absorb and refine.

The human soul's perception gradually expanded outward, and the spiritual energy within nearly a hundred meters was gathered around. If the human soul wanted to expand again, it had reached its limit and could not be extended in the slightest: "This is the limit of the power of the human soul..." Zhang Daoran instantly realized that everything within a radius of 100 meters was in perception, a trace of wind blew, and spiritual energy floated by. Zhang Daoquan's breathing sound in the distance was not as clear as the eyes could see. The wind blew around a hundred meters, and the wind was blowing, and it could not escape perception.

After noon, the spiritual energy gradually became mixed, and Zhang Daoran stopped practicing and opened his eyes. Zhang Daoquan was no longer there. More than half an hour ago, Zhang Daoquan could not hold on to the cold wind at night and returned to the Taoist temple. Zhang Daoran stood up and did not go back to the Taoist temple, but walked down the mountain.

Zhang Daoran did not plan to go again when he was preaching Longhushan. This was the first time he participated in the preaching Longhushan and the last time.

"I will not give in to each other in the battle of luck. Whatever people's hearts depends on their own choice. The next time I preach, I will be in the Three Pure Landscape."

One preaching, only a few hundred people gave Zhang Daoran more than 3,000 lucky silk threads, which was several times more than Li Daniu performing outside for so long.

"Zhang Daoyi, don't want me to go again."

When Zhang Daoran finished his preaching, Zhang Daori's complex emotional fluctuations obviously regarded Zhang Daoran as a threat.

"It's threatening. I originally need to gather the luck of the Taoist sect in the world. Whoever is stronger and who is weak will be determined by then."

The Tianshi Mansion is famous in the world Taoist sect. As a leader-like existence, Zhang Daoran didn't take it seriously: "What you pursue is immortality when practicing Taoism. I have hope for immortality here, and what people want, and no conspiracy will do you have."

He shrank into an inch and showed up, Zhang Daoran was walking leisurely in the garden, and in the blink of an eye it appeared a hundred meters away: "Since you have already gone down the mountain, go back along the way and enjoy the scenery along the way."

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As soon as the sky was dawn, Zhang Daoquan still got up and walked into the yard with the cold wind: "Last night, the old Taoist couldn't help but the cold. This time he added a cotton coat, it should be better."

Zhang Daoquan was bloated and wearing thick clothes. He held a futon in his hand: "With the futon, you won't feel the cold air on the ground. Why didn't you expect it two days ago?"

"The real person must have started practicing, and the old Taoist still got up late."

Zhang Daoran's door was not closed, and the main door of the Taoist temple was also open. It was probably Zhang Daoran who had gotten up and started practicing. He walked out of the yard and looked at both sides of the door, but did not find Zhang Daoran's figure. Zhang Daoquan put the cushion on the edge of the cliff and sat cross-legged: "It's not that the old Taoist here, which has affected the real person. The real person is looking for other places to practice again?"

Zhang Daoquan closed his eyes and began to try his best to sense the spiritual energy. Half an hour passed, and Zhang Daoquan could no longer hold on. The coldest time in winter was the night before the sun rose. Zhang Daoquan felt his legs sore and numb, almost frozen, and his feet had lost consciousness.

"The old Taoist still has no talent for cultivation. It is really like the real person said, it is difficult to practice Taoism without opening the spiritual veins. The old Taoist spiritual veins have not opened? Where is the spiritual veins?" Zhang Daoquan stood up carefully and moved his body: "Look for an opportunity to ask the real person."

It was already dawn at this time, and Zhang Daoquan did not plan to go back to sleep, so he began to recite the Taoist scriptures.

Until the sun rose and all the disciples got up, Zhang Yimao rushed into Zhang Daoquan's room in a panic: "Master, it's not good, Zhenren Zhang is gone..."

The hand holding the scriptures shivered, and Zhang Daoquan stood up suddenly: "Why are you missing?"

Zhang Yimao took out a piece of white paper, with a few lines of handwriting on it. Zhang Daoquan reached out to take it, looked at it and sat back dejectedly: "I didn't expect that the real person had already planned to stop preaching and clean up. Let's go to the Tianshi Mansion now."

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Zhang Daoquan and eight disciples arrived at the Tianshi Mansion and found that there were obviously many Taoist priests in the Tianshi Mansion, which was twice as many as before.

"It's a pity that the opportunity for you to come today is gone. The real person has left. If you want to hear the sermon, you can only wait for the Christmas of Master Zhang next year."

The new faces I saw today are all Taoist priests who did not come to preach yesterday. Maybe I heard about the magic of Zhang Daoran’s preaching, but I only came today. Unfortunately, I missed the opportunity. I wanted to listen again today, but I didn’t have the opportunity.

"President Zhang, where is Zhenren Zhang?"

Zhang Daoquan's arrival instantly surrounded many Taoist priests. They looked around with earnest eyes, but they did not find Zhang Daoran's figure.

"The real person left the book last night. If you want to listen to the sermons again, you can only wait for next year..." Zhang Daoquan took out the letter left by Zhang Daoran: "Look at it all."

Everyone passed on the book to watch Zhang Daoran, with a little regretful expression on his face. He had heard Zhang Daoran preaching, and was full of regret. He had never heard Zhang Daoran preaching, and he had no regrets on his face: "Next year's birthday..."

Everyone felt expectation in their hearts and remained silent.

At some point, Zhang Daoran's book was passed to Zhang Daoyi's hand. Zhang Daoyi's face changed, his eyes shrank, and he thought to himself: "This is obvious, he is going to face the Heavenly Master Mansion."
Chapter completed!