The Sanqing Temple, the gate of the Sanqing Temple that collapsed by the old dragon's tail has been repaired.

Zhang Yifang came back from outside the Sanqing Temple with water. Lao Lang shook his head and Dalong raised his head. Zhang Yifang was a little helpless: "You two foodies, you foodies, have just eaten enough and are hungry again?"

In two years, the dragon grew a lot, and it was nearly seven meters at this time. Some of the scales were originally patterned slowly, the scales were a little yellow, and they were a little golden under the sun. The old wolf was even stronger and had not changed much in size, but his eyes were more agile.

Listening to Zhang Yifang's voice, Lao Lang immediately lay in front of the door, feeling a little aggrieved in his eyes. The dragon retracted his head and basked in the sun lazily.

He walked to the kitchen with water, looked at Zhang Daoran's room, and his face turned dim: "It's been two years and four months, and the master hasn't woken up yet?"

"The Three Pure Land is famous all over the world and has almost become a holy land of Taoism. In two years, time flies and is gradually forgotten..." Zhang Yifang looked at the older figure in the window, with a complicated look: "Second junior brother, second junior brother, as a master, you cannot share the worries and problems for the master. That's fine, because of the compassion in your heart, the master has been in a coma for two years and has reduced his life for decades. Is it worth it?"

Those who practice Taoism may have good hearts and a broad mind. However, when they are unable to protect themselves, it is probably stupid to care for the common people in the world.

He shook his head, carried the water into the kitchen, and returned to the outside of Sanqing Temple again.

Time can erase everything. Zhang Daoran, a monk in the world, was like a saint in his heart. Because he had been unconscious for more than two years, he gradually lost his original aura. At first, there were also Buddhist monks from Taoism who came to Sanqing Temple to visit Zhang Daoran. With Master Hengkong and his disciples traveling around the world, except for the north of the lake island, Fengchen Temple Fengchen Taoist Master often went up the mountain, and the disciples of Qingzhai Dao Temple occasionally went up the mountain, some residents on the east bank of the lake would go up the mountain to make wishes. Sanqing Temple had been a year and nine months, and no one else went up the mountain.

"I am too low to support the Three Pure Land. Second Junior Brother, let alone."

Zhang Yifang's spiritual veins are connected to the spirit, spiritual energy enters the body, strengthens the body outside and strengthens the soul inside. At this time, he has a certain realm. It is still far from gathering human souls, and he has abilities that ordinary people cannot understand.

You Yixiu is like an old man in his eighties and nineties. If Zhang Yifang hadn't taught You Yixiu to practice Tai Chi in the past two years, he would have been difficult to move at this time. Youyixiu is proficient in Taoist scriptures, but he has no other magical powers to use.

"The Three-Cleaves Temple cannot be separated from the master. If the master hadn't left many good relationships before he was unconscious, it would have been even more difficult to practice Taoism in the Lake Island."

Zhang Yifang carried water, filled the kitchen water tank, poured the vegetable garden, and poured some water on the old peach trees and ginkgo trees. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, two figures flashed into the Taoist temple.

A woman with a smile on her face, and a woman with a cold face, walked towards Zhang Yifang: "Junior Brother Yifang, we are here to see you, no, we are here to visit Zhenren Zhang."

Seeing the arrival of the two women, Zhang Yifang had a hint of joy in his eyes. These two women were the two disciples of Master Lu Jing of Qingzhai Daoan. One was named Lu Zhen and the other was named Meng Xi. Zhang Yifang was a little confused at first, why did the disciples of Qingzhai Daoan have no seniority? Later, Zhang Yifang understood that when the Qingzhai Daoan practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, they practiced the world, and only after leaving the name of the world can they kill the world.

Zhang Yifang didn't know much about this. After Lu Zhen's introduction, he realized that this junior sister Meng Xi was originally a survivor of the Wengu earthquake. During the Wengu earthquake, Meng Xi lost friends and relatives. Taoist Master Lu Jing accepted him as a disciple on the ruins. It had been more than two years.

But this junior sister is cold and taciturn, and she has never seen her smile before. With a faint smile, Zhang Yifang hugged and clasped her fists: "I have met Senior Sister Lu Zhen, Junior Sister Meng Xi..."

Sure enough, Meng Xi, who was as always, just replied a little, walked to the old peach tree alone and sat down. Here, Meng Xi felt a sense of peace, a kind of misty feeling in the world and her heart was outside the world. Here, all seasons are like spring, and here, there is the urge to stay.

"This is the price of revealing the secrets. Do you regret it?"

For two years, every time I entered the Sanqing Temple, Meng Xi would ask this question in my heart. When I saw Zhang Daoran, he was so elegant and mysterious, and he was lying on the bed and was unconscious. Meng Xi wanted to ask what Zhang Daoran thought at the beginning.

While thinking about his mind, a bowl of water was placed in front of him. Lu Zhen did not say much and turned around and left: "Junior Brother Yifang, I haven't seen you for four days. Senior Sister, I miss you very much... the spring water of the Sanqing Temple. I have recently realized a kind of talisman. Let's go outside the Taoist temple to try the power of the talisman?"

Zhang Yifang nodded. Lu Zhen often went up the mountain in recent years. I don’t know when, but Zhang Yifang didn’t see Lu Zhen a day, and he felt a sense of loss. Every time Lu Zhen went up the mountain, Zhang Yifang would be very happy.

"I need to stay on the mountain to take care of my master, otherwise I would have gone down the mountain to find my senior sister. Today, I can come, and I am willing to accompany me. It just so happened that I have also realized a kind of talisman and wanted to ask my senior sister for advice..."

Zhang Yifang and Lu Zhen walked out, and Lu Zhen complained in his voice: "Your junior brother will lie, you have never come to me. But my junior brother would better not go, my master will drive you out..."

The voice gradually faded away. Meng Xi, who was sitting under the old peach tree, raised her head and looked at the Taoist gate: "Senior sister has moved the heart..."

He picked up the spring water in front of him and took a sip. Meng Xi looked a little sad: "The Sanqing Temple is mysterious everywhere, and it can make people feel this mysterious existence..."

"Practice Taoism, practice Taoism, the master just asked me to recite Taoism sutras, and the senior sister only knows how to fall in love. Who can tell me what is Taoism? "

Reciting Taoist scriptures, facing the god in the blue lamp?

Standing up, entering the temple, raising three incense sticks, Meng Xi returned to the old peach tree. Looking at the Taoist temple gate, the old wolf was lazy and the big dragon was lazy, Meng Xi felt a little kind: "The spiritual creatures are spiritual, and the pets of the Sanqing Temple are all so spiritual."

"Cry..."

In the air, two black shadows as fast as lightning approached, fell into the Taoist temple in the blink of an eye, and walked to the front of Zhang Daoran's room. The old wolf and the big dragon suddenly became a little restless and walked towards Zhang Daoran's door.

Meng Xi was shocked. Although the pets in the Taoist temple were hostile to each other, they could live in peace. Today, the Big Eagle and the Big Dragon arrived, but the Old Wolf and the Big Dragon were anxious. Is this going to fight?

Looking at the Taoist temple gate, Zhang Yifang saw no sign. Meng Xi stood up and was about to go to Zhang Daoranfang gate. In Zhang Daoran's room, You Yixiu suddenly heard a shout: "Master!"

The voice was loud and even screaming. Mengxi rarely heard the senior brother You Yixiu say in the past two years. It was difficult to tell what kind of emotions contained in You Yixiu's voice. He walked to Zhang Daoran's room window in three steps. Mengxi felt a little sad: "I have been unconscious for two years, and I will be erupting today?"

Standing in front of the window, Meng Xi saw Senior Brother You Yixiu's old body, trembling slightly, and she looked at the side and burst into tears. Her knees softened, she knelt on the ground, and lay on the ground and cried bitterly: "Master, I know my mistake, it's the disciple who harmed the master!"

Meng Xi was a little dazed: "Can a fairy-like figure escape death?"

In the past two years, Meng Xi has heard too many stories about Zhang Daoran that are almost like legends and almost like gods. Unexpectedly, such a person who is almost like gods eventually became a feather...

"Senior Brother You, let's be mourning and follow the changes..."

Meng Xi's voice was low and comforted.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, Meng Xi calmed down. Seeing Zhang Yifang's thin body in the room, he lifted You Yixiu with one hand, and his face was full of tears: "You Yixiu, you killed the master!"

In front of the Taoist temple, Lu Zhen had tears in his eyes. It was obvious that You Yixiu had returned to the Taoist temple when he was crying bitterly.

Zhang Yi's eyes were ferocious, with blue veins on his forehead exposed, and he gritted his teeth and hated: "You killed the master!"

Zhang Yifang seemed to have hatred in his heart, and the strength of grasping You Yixiu's clothes was very strong. You Yixiu wanted to explain, but he couldn't breathe.

"Plop..."

After a while, You Yixiu's eyes gradually turned white, Zhang Yifang's hands loosened, You Yixiu slipped from Zhang Yifang's hands, and Zhang Yifang lay on the bed and cried bitterly: "Teacher..."

Before the word "master" was called out, Zhang Yifang was stunned and stopped crying. You Yixiu was still covering his neck and panting. Meng Xi and Lu Zhen saw through the window on the bed in the room. Zhang Daoran, who had been lying for two years, had already sat cross-legged on the bed at some point...
Chapter completed!