"I would like to give a speech to Zhenren Zhang!"

This is the Taoist tradition, and etiquette cannot be abolished. Preaching is equivalent to teaching Taoism, which is to help others solve doubts...

Zhang Yifang announced that the preaching began, and more than 300 people did not dare to neglect them. They bowed and sat upright on the cushion.

These more than 300 people, except for Kunlun in Qingcheng, and the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Shenxiao Sect, had heard of Zhang Daoran's preaching, while the rest were all heard of the Taoist path. Therefore, their hearts were full of yearning and their expressions were full of expectations.

"Interesting..." The old man in the suit sitting in the corner narrowed his eyes: "Your sermon can attract so many people, everyone is full of expectations. I don't know what is the difference? The sermons, the wise people understand, the ignorant people feel bored, I don't know what new ideas can you have?"

Zhang Daoran sat upright on the cushion, and the Sanqing Temple was simple, but did not build a high platform for preaching. Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the stone pier with the cushion: "The key to practicing Taoism and practice methods is to understand. There is no way to Taoism. Our practitioners of Taoism have opened up a broad road in front of us and set an example for future generations."

Zhang Daoran closed his eyes slightly: "I preach for nine days, once a morning every day, and in the afternoon, all fellow Taoists explained their inheritance of Taoism."

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary. The name can be called, it is extraordinary..."

Zhang Daoran's voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. At the beginning of the first sentence, the listener felt the air around him tremble and his body trembled inexplicably. Then a hint of coolness entered his body. When climbing the mountain, the fatigue of the body, as the cold air entered the body, was driven out of his body.

The old man in the suit sat in the corner, at the moment when Zhang Daoran spoke, a hint of horror finally appeared on his face: "Ordinary people preach, the Taoist Dharma is ordinary and will not resonate. A sage who preaches, and respects his heart will also feel bored. Immortals preach and pass on the great Dharma, making people feel worthy of this journey. A saint preaches, the Taoist Dharma is as profound as the sea, the heaven and the earth are moved, and the spiritual energy is surging..."

"Is this the saint preaching?"

The old man in suit was shocked, and then the scenery in front of him changed. In the chaotic world, a giant held a giant axe, stepped on the green lotus, and a jade butterfly on his head. He drew out with an axe. The chaotic world was divided into two, the earth, water, wind and fire were born, the yin and yang of heaven and earth appeared, and the five elements evolved immediately...

This is Pangu’s creation of the sky!

Then the scenery in front of me changed. This was a world of immortals. The scenery here was indescribable in words. Several old men with shiny feet, disheveled hair, wearing white robes, and childish faces, erected in nothingness, and spoke obscure words in their mouths...

In the Three Pure Land, the Taos listen to the Tao, each person has different perceptions and different scenery. Everyone is immersed in the Tao, with sadness or joy on his face. Some people shout, some people cry loudly. Some people dance, some people lying on the ground and rolling...

Immerse yourself in the Taoist Dharma and enter a state of thinking. No one can sense the changes in the outside world and interpret their own feelings with all their hearts.

Monk Xingming, sitting on the cushion, had a struggle and a hint of pain on his face. As Zhang Daoran preached, Xingming felt that he had entered a Taoist temple. The Taoist temple seemed very small, but contained the world. There were strange and strange listeners, some, are there monsters who have completely transformed, and some monks...

There was an old Taoist on a cloud platform, and he was talking about the Taoist Dharma in an extremely strange tone.

The scenery in front of you changes, and Xingming feels that you are in a world full of laws and rules. This is the world of Taoism and Dharma. Xingming feels that your mind is melting and your perception is improving. Suddenly, the laws are condensed, the rules are formed, and a Buddha statue appears in front of you.

"boom......"

The Buddha statue shattered and turned into laws and rules again. A loud voice came from the depths of the heart: "Buddha is the Tao... Buddha is the Tao..."

Then the consciousness is floating, and the action clearly feels that he has his own thinking, but is not controlled, immersed in this world of Taoism and Dharma. The rules and rules are changed, and Taoism and Buddhism are reflected in each other. In the end, Taoism and Buddhism return to the law, and Buddhism is eliminated and invisible.

Zhang Daoran felt his consciousness fluttering. This time, he did not deliberately suppress his own perception, but followed the explanation of the Taoist Dharma and immersed himself in the Taoist Dharma. His body was floating and his consciousness became clearer and clearer. There was a starry sky in front of him, and the universe was far away, and he could see all the changes.

Zhang Daoran felt that the stars in front of him were touching, and he became infinitely large. A star in his hand was like sand and gravel. Zhang Daoran felt that these stars would be unstable with his own heart and could give them life. Zhang Daoran looked at the void in front of him, and his heart moved slightly, and the stars in the sky were shining brightly and dazzling.

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran felt that there were clouds in front of him blocking the starlight. He waved his hand and the clouds dispersed, and the starlight shone like a searchlight on a blue planet.

In the Sanqing Temple, countless starlights in the sky cover the sun's brilliance, shining on the Sanqing Temple and on the island in the middle of the lake. The entire island in the middle of the lake is like bathing in the starlight. The plants and trees are lush, visible to the naked eye and are quickly drawn to the point of the branches and leaves...

In a daze, Zhang Daoran felt that the scenery in front of him changed again. He seemed to be in the earth. His every move could trigger a landslide and tsunami. Every word and action could determine the growth and life and death of living things.

Originally, there was only a human soul that was like a substance in the sea of ​​consciousness. On the side of the human soul, a vague black shadow slowly took shape. The black shadow gradually evolved into a tart yellow color, but it was vague and could not see the appearance clearly.

A trace of spiritual energy entered the body, poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, entered the yellowish figure, and entered the human soul.

In Zhang Daoran's perception, the preaching words were only loud at first, and slowly the sound came from the Taoist temple, spreading all around the lake island, slowly drifting towards the distance.

The originally quiet lake suddenly boiled. There were fish swimming in the lake water, and the numbers were unclear, so I swam towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Outside the lotus bushes, the dragon floated quietly in the water, raised its head. The old carp exposed half of its body, opening and closing its mouth.

There are no less than dozens of small boats on the pier, and each boat has a villager. These villagers look up at the island in the middle of the lake, open their mouths, and they are a little dull. In a daze, these villagers feel like they are entering a fairyland. Zhang Daoran sits upright on the platform and speaks on the Dharma. Their souls are sublimated and their physical patients are disappearing.

The sound gradually became low and the sound was inaudible. Zhang Daoran, who was sitting upright on the platform, gradually blurred. The world in front of him gradually disappeared, and these villagers felt that something was slowly lost in their hearts. They couldn't help but raise their feet and stretched out a hand to grasp this feeling.

"Plop..."

The villagers jumped into the water without realizing it.

In the Three Pure Land, more than 300 listeners felt that the preaching sound disappeared, and their whole heart felt an indescribable discomfort. In the illusion, they turned into immortals or gods, countless Taoist laws and infinite magical powers. Suddenly, they fell from the realm of immortals and transformed into ordinary people again...

Xingming slowly opened his eyes. The scenery of the Taoist temple was still the same, but the Buddha statue that was originally sitting upright in his heart had disappeared.

In the corner, the old man in suit slowly opened his eyes, tears rolled in his eyes: "A short section of Taoism interprets the world. From an ordinary person to a god of creation, he then fell into the world again from a Xiaoyao Immortal..."

"The ups and downs are great, tempering the heart of Tao, witnessing the world of immortals, witnessing the eternal life..." The old man in the suit stood up unknowingly: "My fellow Taoist, I will always be empty, pay homage to fellow Taoist..."
Chapter completed!