"After half a year of hard work..." Zhang Daoran did not open his eyes and felt the yellowish figure that had just condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness: "The earth soul has finally condensed, and the ghost soul is still missing from the heavenly soul to condense. If the three souls are combined, they can generate the Yang God..."

Zhang Daoran felt a little joy in his heart. This time, the preaching brought different feelings to the listeners. Zhang Daoran also made a new breakthrough in the Taoist Dharma.

"Can the earth soul be generated? Can the power of the earth be manipulated?" During the perception, Zhang Daoran felt that there was a divine power in his every move. It was just that the sermon ended, the feeling disappeared, and the consciousness returned to reality.

He suppressed the idea of ​​entering the gray space and accepting new martial arts, and his mind gradually calmed down. Zhang Daoran opened his eyes and saw that more than 300 listeners in the Taoist temple, including his disciple boy, all clasped their hands and couldn't stand up.

Monk Xingming's face was confused, and he could not bow down even if he folded his hands.

After looking at the old man in suit in front of him, a smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face. He stood up from the stone pier, Zhang Daoran clasped his fists with his hands and bowed slightly: "All the Dharmas are in my heart, and I'll tell everyone to hear about them. You fellow Taoists don't need to be too polite..."

"Thank you for the real person!"

Everyone stood up, looking lost. Zhang Daoran preached, time was too short. That feeling of ethereal, vain and real, really didn't want to wake up.

"You fellow Taoists are tired from traveling around. There is a spiritual spring in the Sanqing Temple. You can drink a bowl of spring water down the mountain... One side and one word, each fellow Taoist has a bowl of spring water."

This is a kind of feedback. Just now, although these listeners don’t provide much of the qi fortune silk threads, they also let Zhang Daoran open the latest page of the Huangting Sutra. Zhang Daoran preached to them, and they gave back the qi fortune silk threads, allowing Zhang Daoran to understand the Dharma. In essence, the preacher and the listener do not owe each other.

"This time the sermon happened to break through the realm, which would have such an effect. I wonder if there will be such a Taoist artistic conception in the next sermon."

He sighed slightly in his heart and glanced at the old man in suit: "Fellow Taoist, please sit down. My soul is just beginning to be established. He is the first person I have seen since I practiced Taoism."

The old man in suit was shocked and immediately let go. Zhang Daoran felt a sense of being out of the world, but he could not see Zhang Daoran's realm clearly. Zhang Daoran just said that without an immortal realm, it is impossible to convey that kind of thinking world and witness the true meaning of Taoism.

"Fellow Daoist, isn't this condensing the soul?"

Hengkong frowned, a little puzzled.

"The spiritual energy enters the body, strengthens the body outside, nourishes the soul inside. The first realm of the primordial spirit is divided into the two gods of Yin and Yang. The first realm of the yin god is the human soul, followed by the earth soul, and then the earth soul is the heavenly soul. The human soul savors the various states in the world and understands the red dust. The earthly soul integrates into the earth and understands the vitality of all things. The heavenly soul understands the laws and comprehends the rules. The three souls of heaven, earth and man are one, which is the Yang God. The Yang God has nine realms, nine nines return to one, and the Yin and Yang two souls are compatible. This is the Yuan God."

This is Zhang Daoran's understanding of Taoism, and Hengkong obviously lacks some inheritance in this aspect.

"Thank you for your answers to your confusion. I am a Taoist priest from the fire, and he has mastered the Yin and Yang Gate of Tianshan Mountain. Unfortunately, the Taoist Dharma is incomplete, the inheritance is interrupted, and the ancient immortals are extinct in China. Our generation practices Taoism, which is difficult to move forward." Hengkong sighed: "I have been wandering around the world for thirty-seven years, and I am the first person I met with."

The two sat down, Hengkong looked sad: "For thirty-seven years, I have seen the Taoist practice Buddhism and practice countless things. Today, the Three Pure Land Consorts gathered people to practice Taoism and enlighten the Taoism, and those who practice spiritual practice in the past thirty-seven years have seen more. The spiritual veins of the monk Xingming should be due to opportunities. He forced himself to open it and instill a whole body of Buddhism. If there is no greater opportunity in this life, he cannot condense relics, and he can only stop here."

"However, in the Three Pure Land, the two disciples of fellow Taoist, and the Kun Dao, have an unlimited future. If that fellow Taoist Fengchen, if you have the opportunity, you can go further and gather human souls like me..."

After thirty-seven years of traveling, I met a fellow man for the first time. I could feel that kind of mood. I pursue immortality in the vast world, but without a fellow man, I would indeed feel sad. The Taoist law cannot be verified, which is very sad.

"Fellow Daoist has traveled to the world for more than 30 years. Have you ever encountered miracles or discovered divine traces?"

After all, Zhang Daoran has not been practicing Taoism for a long time, and it has only been a year since then. Moreover, he has rarely gone out and cannot define miracles and traces.

"There are miracles, but most of them are legends. Kunlun, Tianshan, Taishan, Tianchi, etc., all have legends of gods. I have seen something strange once in the past few years. About thirty years ago, I was staying in a herdsman's house in Kunlun. In the middle of the night, a red light flashed in Kunlun Mountain and a wave of fairy sounds came. I chased me over but found nothing. Apart from that, I have not found any miracles in the past thirty years..."

Hengkong had a hint of loneliness on his face: "I can achieve today's success. I met a Taoist priest You Fang in Dunhuang to give advice, but later Taoist priest You Fang disappeared."

Miracles never exist, and divine traces do not appear. Meeting a master with guidance will make people feel sad.

"Kunlun Mountain..." Zhang Daoran was a little moved: "This time I preached, and I have arranged many things, so I have to set off for Kunlun. I wonder if my friends are plagued by worldly affairs, can I guide me to the place where I first saw the magical scene?"

"I have no trivial matters, I wander around all year round and can leave at any time. When I invite you, I will naturally not refuse." Hengkong hesitated slightly: "The Buddhist and Taoist Conference will begin in less than five months. If you do not participate, the Taoist sect will definitely continue to lose..."

Hengkong's eyes shining: "Shaoshishan has another master, who should be 103 years old now. The Buddhist teachings are profound, and even if they have not condensed human souls, it is almost the same. This monk Xingming, as expected, can have the current Buddhist cultivation, which should be related to this master."

"Five months are enough..." Zhang Daoran had a little yearning on his calm face: "I also want to meet this great monk."

At this time, most of the listeners in the Taoist temple dispersed, and there were still some listeners left. They were surprised by the intoxicating effect of the spring water and refused to leave, waiting to taste the spring water. Xingming's face was still confused. More than a dozen Xingming disciples stood behind him, folding their hands together waiting.

Zhang Daoran preached that the world of Dharma will cause the Buddha's mind to be enlightened to suffer a certain impact.

"Real person..."

Xingming suddenly walked over, put his hands together, and bowed deeply: "Which Dharma, Taoism, can the Dharma last forever?"

Zhang Daoran shook his head: "The Tao Dharma and Buddhism are in the human heart. If you understand it, you can be eternal. If you don't understand it, even if you are in front of you, it is no different from waste paper. The Tao Dharma and Buddhism, the heaven and earth, have no high or low levels, but only depends on personal understanding."

Zhang Daoran stretched out a hand and pointed to the distance. Suddenly, a round platform of several meters in radius slowly rose. Everyone looked in horror. The round platform was natural without any trace of artificiality.

Looking at Zhang Daoran again, Hengkong was not indifferent.

"There are thousands of Buddhist scriptures that cannot be used by me, and they are not the Tao after all. Dharma is in the heart, and Dharma is in the heart, and Dharma is in the heart. Use it according to your heart, and the Tao follows nature..."

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "When a fellow practitioner practices Buddhism, how can he question Buddhism? This is an unstable state of mind, which affects his practice."

"Amitabha..." Xingming's confusion gradually faded, and his eyes were a little firm. He took out an invitation letter and said, "The only real person in the world is worthy of the Buddhist invitation..."
Chapter completed!