It’s not enough to become an immortal, just because Zhang Daoran looked up and looked at the sky, a message appeared in his mind: “The clouds start at noon, the wind and rain fall in the future, the lightning and lightning come together, the raindrops are 3,760 o’clock, the wind stops and rain stops at You, and the setting sun sinks to the mountains…”

This is a strange text message, just like a weather forecast, no, it is more accurate than the weather forecast. It is clear when the wind comes, when the clouds gather, when it rains, and when it stops raining...

"What's going on?"

Suddenly there was such a message in his mind. Zhang Daoran still felt novel and aroused: "This is not because of the Taoist priest just now..."

"I can see the celestial phenomena?"

I had some clarity in my heart, and Zhang Daoran was not sure whether the information was true or not. After looking at the sky, it should be almost eleven o'clock at this time. It was from eleven o'clock in the morning to thirteen o'clock in the afternoon. It was from thirteen o'clock in the afternoon to fifteen o'clock in the afternoon. It was from thirteen o'clock in the afternoon to fifteen o'clock in the afternoon. It was from thirteen o'clock in the afternoon to nineteen o'clock in the evening.

Suddenly, a black cloud suddenly appeared, blocking the sunshine of early summer. With the emergence of this black cloud, more black clouds gathered more and more. In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds made the entire sky darker.

"No, shouldn't the wind rise first and then the clouds gather?"

This is basic common sense, everyone understands it. But now the abnormalities in the sky have verified the accuracy of the information just now!

"This...it really starts to gather in the clouds..."

Zhang Daoran looked at the sky blankly: "It's fulfilled... I've become an immortal, can I see the celestial phenomena?"

After about an hour, Zhang Daoran came to his senses and suddenly became stunned: "That hateful voice is gone?"

The familiar call that made Zhang Daoran receive the magical powers should appear every half an hour. Now almost an hour has passed, and this sound has not appeared!

"Can you sleep with peace of mind?"

Zhang Daoran burst into tears. It was thirteen days and he had not had a good sleep. Zhang Daoran felt that his head was almost blurred. The calls came every half an hour, regardless of time, place, or occasion, and each time lasted for about five minutes. Zhang Daoran didn't know how many times he woke up from his sleep.

"When did my vision get so good?"

Zhang Daoran felt that there were too many strange things happening today. Originally, he was vaguely watching things a hundred meters away. Now, he could see things a thousand meters away, and clearly!

"Is it because of the divine power of heavenly eyes? It is lawless, colorless and formless. The divine power of Dharma eyes is nine levels above and below, the first level, seeing through the world's dust and delusions, and observing the misfortunes and blessings in the world... Are these all true? If it is true, wouldn't I become a charlatan?"

A smile finally appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "Wuliang Tianzun, now I am a Taoist priest. If I can see the misfortunes and blessings of the world, I will be a master of enlightenment..."

In a good mood, Zhang Daoran watched as the eggplant in the re-built pot was half-cooked, lit the firewood again, and began to continue boiling the eggplant in white water. After the water boiled for a while, the eggplant was almost ripe, and two peppers were put directly into the pot.

After everything was done, Zhang Daoran felt that he was so hungry that he was so hungry. He picked up the small ear pot, entered the temple, placed the small pot directly in front of the door, picked up the chopsticks and ate it: "Wuliang Tianzun, if the Three Pure Dao Ancestors have spirits in the sky, they will bless the Taoist temple to be prosperous. When I take it, I can make some money, and add some incense to you, right..."

With the power of heavenly eyes, you can make money by yourself as long as there are people!

The wind was like a cloud. After eating two eggplants without any oil, Zhang Daoran was still unhappy: "Although the taste was not good, I had just eaten half full. It would be great if there were two more eggplants..."

"Bao, Master Dao is now a master. If you make money in the future, you can have a good meal..."

I imagined the future in my heart. Before I knew it, the wind blew up. The wind was very strong, at least at level 6 or 7, and the raindrops were sparse and falling, and there was a trend of increasing growth.

Standing in front of the temple gate, looking into the distance, and seeing everything thousands of meters away, it was clear. A look flashed in Zhang Daoran's eyes: "You have such a good vision, but unfortunately, you still can't see the shore. What kind of lake is this?"

"Um?"

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in his sight. The small black dot approached the island in the middle of the lake, getting closer and closer. Zhang Daoran finally saw clearly: "This is a small boat! There are people on the boat!"

Finally I saw a living person!

At this moment, Zhang Daoran's nose felt sour: "I thought this was really dead!"

Zhang Daoran watched the boat approaching without blinking, slowly seeing the people on the boat clearly, and his body trembled again: "This is a modern society, not a feudal society!"

On the boat, a middle-aged man, who was only 1.7 meters tall and should be in his forties or fifties, was holding a bamboo pole, with short hair and clothes that were wet by the rain.

The wind is getting heavier and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. The waves on the lake are gradually rising. Although it is not big, it is still very dangerous for a small boat that is only two or three meters long and one meter wide. In addition, the wind is very strong, and the boat may capsize at any time!

The boat was docked without any danger, and the island was surrounded by lotus flowers, and the waves were gone. The middle-aged fisherman moored the boat, jumped off the boat, and headed straight to the top of the mountain.

The circumference of this lake center island is three or four thousand meters long and about three hundred meters high. When I went up the mountain, there was only one stone step that was only two feet wide, irregular, and different heights. It was raining. Since Zhang Daoran saw this middle-aged man going up the mountain, it took him half an hour to climb to the top of the mountain!

"Master...Master, come here to shelter from the rain..."

The middle-aged man was soaked all over. He looked at Zhang Daoran's face and said embarrassedly.

"Donor please..."

Zhang Daoran suppressed his thoughts on inquiring about the situation here, and looked into the distance with his hands on his back. If it weren't for the ragged Taoist robe on his body and patched layer by layer, Zhang Daoran would definitely have the potential of being a fairy-like Taoist priest. Now, he is like a beggar, but he reveals an unusual temperament.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Daoran up and down, but he wanted to speak. The young Taoist priest looked only in his twenties, and was fair and clean, not handsome, but he was also very attractive. He was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was very thin. His long hair was tied with a Taoist bun and a wooden hairpin was fixed. His Taoist robe was a bit worn, and there were even holes in some places. He was patched in some places, but the pulp was clean.

"This is a pure cultivator!"

The middle-aged man said in his heart that he looked at Zhang Daoran with some admiration.

The Taoist sect was born in the chaotic times, and the peaceful world was avoided and did not seek wealth and honor. The Buddhist sect closed the mountain gate in the chaotic times, and came out to preach in the chaotic times... Theoretically, the Chinese people still have some feelings for their own Taoism.

"Donor, is there anything wrong with me?"

No matter how thick-skinned Zhang Daoran was, he felt a little ashamed when he was being looked up and down by a man and kept watching.

"No..." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "I'm just curious. Where is Taoist Master Jishen, Sanqingguan? More than 20 years ago, I came here... I didn't expect that it will take more than 20 years to go..."

Zhang Daoran was speechless. Zhang Daoran didn't know who Jishen was. Now he is the only Taoist priest in Sanqing Temple. There is no grave on the mountain, and there is no record of Taoist priest Jishen. Zhang Daoran shook his head and could only say: "Master, he has passed away..."
Chapter completed!