This feeling is very wonderful, as if you look at the world from two different angles. Zhang Daoran looked at everything in the courtyard, Zhang Yifang's every move, the branches and leaves of the old peach tree in the courtyard swing, and the dragon raised his head and spitted out a snake's letter. This is what you see from the front, and another perspective is to look at it from the back.

This artistic conception extends, Zhang Daoran easily "sees" outside the Taoist temple. Old Wolf is lying outside, turning his head from time to time to look at the Taoist temple door. From another perspective, he looks at the entire Taoist temple from outside, extremely clear and delicate...

In the sky, there was nothing originally, but now you can vaguely see silk threads of different colors crisscrossing each other, like a large net, covering the entire world.

This feeling is very magical, and the time is very short. It lasts for only a few seconds. Zhang Daoran's perception of everything has not changed, but the tiny bit imprinted into his mind has been revealed and turned into blur again, and he can only sense the existence of the object in general.

"It's a wonderful feeling? The feeling just now should be that you can only have it at a higher level in the future."

From that state of mind, Zhang Daoran had expectations in his heart: "That might be the realm of an immortal..."

Unfortunately, the feeling just now lasted too short. Even so, Zhang Daoran felt that the faint anxiety in his heart had dissipated a lot. His mind became purer and his thinking became clearer.

I could not see through things before, and at this moment I understood: "It turns out that Youxizi should be my disciple, so I would have the feeling of luck and connection... But, Youxizi's spiritual vein cannot be connected, so how can I practice in the future?"

Zhang Daoran was in trouble, but his destined disciple was unable to practice. Zhang Daoran felt a little reluctant: "You Xizi's fate is only 123 years old, and he cannot change it... Entering the door of my way, he cannot peek at immortality. Is this fate?"

The fortune can be changed, but the fate cannot be shaken.

"The world of the world, by chance, bear good and evil, and be free and at ease, is to practice Taoism... but many times, the heart of Tao is bound by it and cannot be followed by it."

It is said that gods and immortals have no worries, but who knows that gods and immortals also have helpless times. Zhang Daoran has just entered the door of Taoism, and now that Yu Xizi has not yet begun, he is about to worry.

"The peak of the human soul realm, I don't know when the earth soul can break through..."

When the human soul breaks through, the earth soul appears faintly, but cannot be condensed. Zhang Daoran's feeling from the second perspective just now is the result of the appearance of the earth soul. Whether the earth soul appears or not is condensed, this realm has reached the peak of the human soul.

Opening his eyes, the feeling of looking at all things in the world from two perspectives was retracted. Zhang Daoran looked at Zhang Yifang with confusion, looking at himself, and smiled and said, "Yifang, what's wrong with me? Are you looking at me like this?"

"Teacher..." Just now, a fresh and natural aura emanated from Zhang Daoran's body, which seemed very contradictory. Zhang Yifang knew that Zhang Daoran had entered a certain state, so he naturally did not dare to disturb him. Now that Zhang Daoran asked, Zhang Yifang asked: "The aura on the teacher was very contradictory just now, and... the teacher looked a little different from when he was here just now. What's different, and the disciple couldn't say it."

"What's different? Can I still become an immortal in this short time?" Zhang Daoran chuckled: "Cook quickly, someone will come to have a free meal later..."

Zhang Yifang was confused. He really felt that Zhang Daoran had become different. What was different? Zhang Yifang was so rude that he couldn't describe it. He turned around and went to the kitchen. Zhang Yifang scratched his head: "It's really strange..."

"The realm has improved slightly, and the natural temperament and aura has changed. In the end, the realm is too low and it is difficult to distinguish the aura of my Dao..."

Sitting under the old peach tree, Zhang Daoran did not read the Taoist scriptures. Instead, his eyes closed slightly, and movie names appeared in his mind: "The luck cannot be cut off. Whether I can open the "Huangting Jing" is all about luck. The big bull has only a few luck for a long time. Jingchen also seemed to be silent, and the luck brought too little... he should open up a new source of luck."

"Oh..."

While pondering, the old wolf's roar came from outside the Taoist temple.

"Brother Wolf, we are all acquaintances. I came to the Taoist temple. Have you forgotten? No, I'll give you this big roast chicken..."

Fang Tong's slightly nervous voice came into the Taoist temple.

“Woooo…”

The old wolf seemed to be unhappy and still roared in a low voice.

"Master Taoist, I am Fang Tong. Why does this wave recognize life so much? If you don't know people, you are not as spiritual as a dragon..."

“Woooooo…”

“Woom…”

The old wolf outside the Taoist temple still roared, and then a barking came.

"Brother Wolf, look at how considerate I am. I know you are bored here. I won't find you a companion? This is the largest bitch I bought on the dog market. Well, although it is much smaller than yours, it's a female..."

Fang Tong teased with fear and a hint of pleasing words. Zhang Daoran frowned: "Old wolf... let him come in..."

"Hehe... Go, you'll live here from now on."

Fang Tong walked into the Taoist temple with an inexplicable smile on his face: "These days, it's almost time for animals to spring..."

“Woom…”

Fang Tong had just walked into the Taoist temple, and the dog outside ran away to the bottom of the mountain with his tails. The old wolf then walked into the Taoist temple and looked at Fang Tong with a fierce light in his eyes.

"Ah Huang..."

Fang Tong quickly turned around, and the bitch he brought was gone. Seeing Lao Lang looking at him with a fierce light in his eyes, his scalp tingled: "The Taoist temples are full of some inconsistencies...uh..."

Seeing Zhang Daoran looking at him expressionlessly, Fang Tong immediately closed his mouth.

Lao Lang is the wolf king and has started practicing again. How can he like ordinary dogs?

“Huh?”

Looking at Zhang Daoran, Fang Tong looked at Zhang Daoran with a look of surprise and said, "Why do you feel like you have changed? You are sitting there, but I feel like you want to fly away immediately, you look kinder than before and look much more handsome."

"Have you done what I told you?"

Zhang Daoran still sat on the stone pier and asked softly.

"Hehe... Taoist priest told me, why don't I be careful? The ID card of Taoist Zhang Yifang has been completed, so I'll send it to him now..." Fang Tong smiled and turned around and went to the kitchen: "Tail priest is cooking. I happened to have not eaten either. It smells so good..."

Fang Tong is very thick-skinned and never will be polite.

Zhang Yifang's voice came from the kitchen: "No wonder the teacher said that someone would come to have a free meal. It turned out that the layman came..."

"The water from the Taoist temple is delicious, but unfortunately the Taoist priest didn't allow it to be developed, otherwise it would be even more popular than the drinks on the market..." Fang Tong's voice was full of regret, and then ordered Zhang Yifang: "Put more potatoes... I brought two roast chickens."

"Master, I brought a lot of food, but people couldn't come up at the foot of the mountain..."

After walking out of the kitchen, Fang Tong said mysteriously: "It's the New Year, many people give gifts. Our family is almost a warehouse. There are a lot of food, drinks, and some supplements. I brought you some. I brought it to you last New Year greetings, but I left before I could say it..."

"You have the heart..."

Zhang Daoran said lightly: "There is no need for these things, you can take them back."

"Don't, Taoist priest, you won't accept these gifts this time. When I go bankrupt, I have no money to give them. Taoist priest..."

Fang Tong quickly sat opposite Zhang Daoran and began to complain.

Zhang Daoran shook his head: "I said that if there are three things that do not count, I will never help you calculate. However, I have an idea... I don't know if you are interested."
Chapter completed!