"The master is not dead!"

A hint of surprise appeared on Zhang Yifang's face, and he lay on the bed and dared not move.

There will be great blessings after the disaster. Even ordinary people are like this. As a monk, Zhang Daoran was in a coma for two years and his cultivation must have improved greatly. He was practicing at this time, so Zhang Yifang dared not disturb him. He stood up carefully, looked at You Yixiu apologetically, and quietly left the room.

You Yixiu's face shook, tears in his eyes, and his heart kept shouting: "Master is awake..."

After being excited, You Yixiu walked out of the room quietly and touched the head of the big dragon and old wolf. The old wolf looked at the Big Eagle Eagle fiercely, and then walked out of the room. The Big Eagle Eagle was startled. They were kings in the air, and in a small place like land, they were not the opponents of the old wolf.

The big dragon and old wolf walked out of the room, and the big eagle and the little eagle also walked out of the room. The originally crowded room was instantly empty.

When Zhang Yifang Youxiu walked out of the room, Lu Zhen came to his senses. Before he knew it, he was already in tears. I don’t know how many times Lu Zhen saw Zhang Yifang sitting alone on the edge of the cliff west of the Taoist temple, crying, silent, and dazed...

Even though Zhang Yifang sometimes talks and laughs, Lu Zhen can still see that Zhang Yifang was not happy to smile. At this moment, Zhang Yifang smiled from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help but smile. He sighed in his heart: "Young brother Yifang was taken in by Zhang Zhenren, and he became a cultivator from a confused, crazy homeless man. Perhaps Yifang's junior brother had a kind of admiration for Zhang Zhenren, a master who was only about five or six years older than him..."

Wiping away tears, he pulled Meng Xi, who was a little dazed, and walked under the old peach tree. As a cultivator, he knew that at this time, no sound could be made, so as not to affect the enlightenment of the practitioners.

Zhang Yifang and You Yixiu stood in front of the window, the old wolf and the big dragon, and the two eagles followed behind, with their eyes looking at Zhang Daoran sitting cross-legged in the window.

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the bed, just an unconscious action. In other words, Zhang Daoran had just died in his previous life, and his consciousness had not yet awakened in this world. Zhang Daoran, who had just died, felt that he had entered a vast grassland, with wild flowers everywhere in the grassland. It was just empty and there was no creature.

"Hell is dark and gray, and it is like a fairyland. Could it be that fate is arranged, and I will enter the fairyland after I die?"

The consciousness stayed at the consciousness that had just died in his previous life. Zhang Daoran ran on the grassland. Suddenly, the sky was covered with clouds, and lightning and thunder were roaring. A huge rain pot splashed down. Zhang Daoran instinctively wanted to hide from the rain, but found that the rain fell on his body and passed through his body. Zhang Daoran looked at the soles of his feet and found that he was three feet above the ground and floating in the air.

"Forgot, I'm dead..."

I don’t know how long it takes, the clouds will close and the rain will stop, and the sun will be dazzling.

"There is a big difference between the fairyland and the mortal world. The sunshine here does not harm the soul..." Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly: "It's dead, the soul can move freely. It's no longer the time to live. It's stiff all over. It's difficult to laugh. But, where should I go now? Just keep the soul body floating like this?"

It was floating for a while, and the time here seemed to be frozen. The sun always stopped in the center of the world, without night, only day. At one moment, purple light shone on a green mountain, and an invisible suction came, and Zhang Daoran's soul floated toward the green mountain without control.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Daoran reached the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was flat, a Taoist scripture about five meters long and three meters wide, and a purple light shining brightly appeared in front of him.

"The Yellow Ting Jing"!"

This Taoist sutra is so familiar that it once accompanied Zhang Daoran to practice Taoism until it entered its previous life that it disappeared without a trace.

"I thought I would never see each other again from now on, but I didn't expect that I would see you again after I died."

At this time, Zhang Daoran only had a soul body and no physical body. Zhang Daoran didn't know where to go in the future. Should he keep wandering here or be reincarnated in the future. Seeing the Taoist scriptures, he felt a little kind in his heart.

The Taoist scriptures were automatically without wind, and purple lights radiated from the Taoist scriptures and sank into Zhang Daoran's body. The purple light entered Zhang Daoran's body and became like an ordinary Taoist scripture. A sound echoed between heaven and earth, floating, but it was clearly transmitted into his ears: "The horoscope is dark, the heaven and earth are born. Pangu opens the sky, and the Tao opens the Hongmeng. The rules are not revealed, and all things are not clear. All the Tao does not exist, and the heaven and earth are empty. The only way of me teaches all spirits."

Zhang Daoran was confused and seemed to have realized something: "This is the first birth world where heaven and earth have begun to open, all dharmas do not appear, and all paths do not exist."

"The chapter of Tao reshapes rules and establishes all laws. Both souls of man and earth are punished by heaven. Cultivate my way and establish my foundation. Heaven, earth, man and gods are kept in my heart..."

One by one, the hard-to-understand proverbs and terms imprinted into my mind. Zhang Daoran felt unfamiliar, but he directly realized: "Cultivate oneself, practice the law, practice the rules, practice my body..."

"The realm still exists, the heart of Tao is gone. What can I do about the heart of heaven? The heart of Tao is kept in my way, and I will not fall into the will of fate..."

Gradually, the sound slowly disappeared, and the terms of proverbs turned into flowing light and wandered in the body. Each word is a condensed spiritual energy, and the rules are in order. Enter the dantian and enter the sea of ​​consciousness. The terms of proverbs in the dantian are arranged into a large net, wrapping a cluster of spiritual energy the size of a thumb. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the terms of proverbs turned into coats and draped on the soul.

Zhang Daoran was stunned: "My original soul body, my body does not exist. Where does the Dantian come from? Where can there be a soul in the sea of ​​consciousness?"

With a thought, Zhang Daoran realized clearly: "Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou. Past events, wander in a dream."

What I experienced in my previous life was a dream, a dream born from the heart, and the reality that I am most afraid of appearing in my subconscious mind.

"I...I am back. To be precise, I just had a long dream."

Zhang Daoran's soul was exploring in his body, and the spiritual energy in the dantian still existed, still as big as that. However, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the human soul and earth soul disappeared. The soul body was wearing a Taoist robe made of fonts, and a mysterious aura was revealed.

Zhang Daoran is very familiar with these fonts, and they are the proverbs and terms I just got.

"The realm still exists, but the cultivation level is gone. The cultivation level that originally belonged to the heavenly way has been destroyed. From then on, I practice my own way, practice the laws, and condense the rules."

As soon as the thought moves, a world appears in my mind. The "Huangting Jing" can be clearly sensed on the top of the green mountains.

"This is a new world. The chaotic gray space before was just to try the Tao heart? This new world is like my thinking, opening up a window to a new world, so that we can see a new world?"

Zhang Daoran understood: "After all, it was just a test before, but now it is the beginning of true practice..."

"Cultivate my Tao, practice the laws, and condense the rules, belong to my own laws and rules, and belong to my own path."

No longer restricted by the various paths, they move with the heart. When it should be smooth, when it should be smooth, when it should be windy.

The old Taoist priest whom I met in Wudang Mountain in my previous life appeared in my dream. Zhang Daoran smiled and said, "Isn't that Zhang Sanfeng? I realized the truth in my subconscious mind. Zhang Sanfeng may be the representative of practicing my Tao."

Opening his eyes, Zhang Yifang's excited and joyful face entered his eyes. You Yixiu immediately lowered his head, bent his knees and fell to the ground: "Unworthy disciple You Yixiu, pay homage to Master!"

Zhang Daoran felt a trance, and the rules of heaven and earth were like big nets. Which one could not be changed, and which one could be seen clearly with a glimmer of vitality. Zhang Yifang, You Yixiu's fate, was imprinted into his mind.

"Is this the rule of cultivation?"

Zhang Daoran felt a little inexplicably thrilled.
Chapter completed!