Speaking of spiritual veins, Zhang Daoran felt a thrill in his heart: "Whether the spiritual veins are spiritual or not, it seems that the dream seems to be fake or real. There is really spiritual veins that determine whether the practitioner can enter the Tao!"

While ecstasy, the old Taoist priest had already arrived. He stretched out a hand and placed it on Zhang Daoran's head. He felt a warm air flowing around his mind, but he was about to retreat. The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Daoran with a strange look: "How strange, it's so strange, the old Taoist can't see through, and can't guess it. There is such a strange person in his destiny... He is obviously dead, but why does he exist in the world and have free luck, why are he trapped by himself?"

Zhang Daoran was shocked and was shocked. Just as he was about to ask, the old Taoist priest had already come behind him and reached out to Huang Lixin with one hand.

Before Huang Lixin could come back to his senses from the old Taoist priest's words, he stretched out his hand and instinctively shrank his head and avoided it. The old Taoist priest was surprised: "The opportunity is in your hand and you can avoid it. I don't know if the immortal fate has passed. Stop it, it's better not to see it..."

“I’m not married…”

Huang Lixin came back to his senses and heard the old Taoist priest's three sighs and subconsciously said it. After the words were already spoken, Huang Lixin himself was also a little surprised and habitually took advantage of others. When he looked at the old Taoist priest, a smile appeared on Huang Lixin's face: "Old Taoist priest, it's not me who took advantage of you, it was you who came to the door by yourself..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head, and the old Taoist priest didn't care: "Labies like to take advantage of others. Although they are verbally, they need to pay attention. If you don't know that restraining will cause a disaster..."

Huang Lixin was half a charlatan. When he heard the old Taoist priest's words, he looked shocked and then smiled and said, "Since the old Taoist priest has seen it, I wonder if it can be resolved?"

"Accumulating virtue under the mouth can accumulate blessings. Belief moves by faith and drives good deeds."

After the old Taoist priest said that, he looked at Zhang Daoran and smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, is the old Taoist right?"

Zhang Daoran was slightly shocked and realized that this was a master who had achieved success in practicing Taoism. His face was stiff and he squeezed out a wry smile: "Old Taoist Master, I can't tell whether I am Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterfly or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterfly. However, the old Taoist Master just said bluntly, helping my friends find ways to resolve disasters, and not be afraid of the rules and rules coming to the world, and punishment for the way of heaven?"

The old Taoist priest still smiled on his face: "We practice Taoism, and we practice freedom, and we seek immortality. No matter whether we practice the great way of heaven, the real way or the human way, the old Tao only practices my way. We are not restricted by all paths, we are not trapped by all dharmas, and we are only driven by our original heart. I saw me and said I saw it, I can't see it, and I can't see it. Enlightenment means enlightenment, and not enlightenment means not enlightenment. I think it is right, and I think it is wrong. My way is in me, I am free and free, why bother to care about the collapse of the heavenly way, the great way is dark. Human way is not my way, but my way is in my heart..."

Zhang Daoran felt that his soul seemed to be about to float away from his body at this moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed and then disappeared. The big stone blocked in his heart seemed to be much lighter. His whole body was relaxed and as light as he was floating.

"Old Taoist Master, if I practice my Tao, I will still be Tao. Driven by my original heart, how can the power of heaven come to the world, the rules and rules condense, the way of heaven appears in the world, and punishment is reduced. How can I avoid it?"

The old Taoist priest said that Zhang Daoran seemed to have realized something, but he felt a slurry.

"My Tao is in my heart. I am the Tao. The Tao is not different from strength or weakness. Existence is the Tao. If you practice your Tao and can practice and succeed, you will be recognized by the Tao and be free in the three thousand Taos. The Tao is not the way of heaven, not the great way, nor the human Tao. The Tao is the origin. If you practice your Tao, fear the way of heaven and put your Tao under the way of heaven, your Tao is no longer your way, but the way of heaven. The way of heaven is originally one of the three thousand great ways, and the will of heaven exists, so the heaven and earth are stable and orderly. If you are under the way of heaven, you think that what you do will be punished. If the way of heaven is acquiesced, there will naturally be punishment for coming to the world..."

These words were very circumcised, Huang Lixin frowned, with a confused face: "What are you saying, it's even more circumcised than a tongue twister, I feel confused."

The old Taoist priest shook his head, and his smile became stronger: "The layman understands it, but he is not Tao..."

Zhang Daoran's mind of practicing Taoism does not exist, so he naturally cannot understand it and is a little confused: "The old Taoist priest said, I can go along with the way of heaven?"

The old Taoist priest nodded and shook his head again: "My Tao is in my heart, my Tao has just appeared, and it needs to be learned from it, and it needs to be realized. Only by perfecting my Tao is the Tao."

"Old Taoist Master, then, you should treat my illness..."

A sense of hope arose in Zhang Daoran's heart. This is meeting a master, a real master.

"The spiritual veins are blocked, and spiritual energy is difficult to exist. The Taoist Dharma is blocked, and the martial arts are not followed. Since the Taoist fellow is not in this world, why should I be nostalgic for this body?" The old Taoist priest turned around and left without stopping at all. In the blink of an eye, there was no sign of seeing each other. A floating voice came: "You said, I said, every line is the Tao. You said, I said, and all things are the Tao. I practice Tao for freedom and freedom, and I realize the Tao for immortality. My Tao should be passed down by the world, so that the Tao can be eternal."

"The opportunity is not my chance, and the opportunity is not your chance. I give you great Dharma to listen to it. Taoism and magic can be passed on. It is difficult to pass through the spiritual veins and it is difficult to enter the Tao, so why force fate is not fate..."

The mountain road was silent, and Zhang Daoran was shocked to find that the old Taoist priest appeared, as if the tourists who came and passed by did not notice it. Even the old Taoist priest appeared in front of the tourists, but the tourists did not notice it. Zhang Daoran had some insights and was confused: "Is this the old Taoist who appeared in his heart, or the old Taoist who exists in reality?"

"Xiao Ranzi, is this meeting a god?"

Huang Lixin screamed in shock and swallowed: "Don't that mean, I'm really in disaster?"

Huang Lixin looked a little frightened. He suddenly raised his hand and fell down hard. Finally, he stopped it and gently stroked his face: "How many troubles have you caused by this stinky mouth? Isn't you sure you restrain yourself?"

Zhang Daoran was speechless. Huang Lixin said at the beginning that he took a lot of blame for Zhang Daoran. In fact, the fact is that in four years of college, Zhang Daoran helped Huang Lixin take a lot of blame. Huang Lixin's mouth was unforgivable, he would not give up until he took advantage, and his mouth was sometimes very damaged and offended many people.

"If you continue to slap your face, it may be able to avoid disaster. Unfortunately, you cherish your face too much..." Zhang Daoran was in a much better mood: "Let's go..."

"No!" Huang Lixin suddenly stretched out a hand and pinched Zhang Daoran's face: "It's hard, it's really hard, Xiao Ranzi, you're hard..."

Zhang Daoran wanted to slap him, but his arms were broken and he couldn't stretch freely. All the tourists around him looked weird, but Huang Lixin was unaware of anything, with a shock on his face: "He said you were dead, but you were still alive. Now your body is stiff. Xiao Ranzi, let me see if your neck was bitten by a zombie doctor. You shouldn't be turning into a zombie..."

Zhang Daoran sighed helplessly: "Have you seen such a miserable zombie?"

The limbs were broken and the body was stiff because of nerves, muscles were stiff, and they began to shrink. The old Taoist priest said it was obvious that he was dying. But Huang Lixin was half a charlatan and had a rich imagination.

"If I were a zombie, I would be the first to bite you."

She glared at Huang Lixin in anger, and Zhang Daoran said, "Send me home..."

Huang Lixin shook his head, his horror did not dissipate, and he did not push Zhang Daoran down the mountain. Instead, he carefully checked Zhang Daoran's neck and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there was no bite... It's really strange. As far as I know, zombies are not in the five elements, and the way of heaven cannot tolerate them, and the underworld will not accept them. Xiao Ranzi, you are a zombie, I will admit that you bite me..."

"You can leave now..."

Zhang Daoran felt speechless.

Huang Lixin suddenly laughed: "Xiao Ranzi, you're in a better mood this time."

Zhang Daoran nodded, feeling a little moved: "Thank you Xiao Huang..."

Pushing Zhang Daoran, under the strange gaze of tourists around, the smile on Huang Lixin's face disappeared: "That old Taoist priest is obviously a capable person. He said that Xiao Ranzi is dead but still alive. What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!