After a meal, it was already evening and disappeared. A colorful light enveloped the entire Sanqing Temple. The master Zhang Daoran, who was sitting on the stone pier, seemed to have some senses. He raised an arm, went deep into the void, grabbed a colorful silk thread, and pinched it in his hand.

The colorful light that enveloped the Taoist temple disappeared instantly, Zhang Daoran loosened his palm, and the colorful silk thread disappeared in the void.

"What is colorful silk thread?"

Zhang Yifangcheng felt confused, and that big net was the way of heaven, and both of them knew very well: "Is it the way of heaven intervening in the preaching of the master?"

Whether the Heavenly Dao intervened in Zhang Daoran's preaching was not clear. Zhang Daoran only had a few minutes before and after he recited the Taoist sutra. When the Taoist sutra was finished, Huo Siyan was the first to open her eyes, with a complex face, and her heart was ups and downs: "Is this the immortal method? The immortals teach the Tao?"

At this moment, Huo Siyan felt that the vast world was just like this. The experience just now seemed eternal, leaving a deep impression in her heart. The world of roaming in the sky and spreading Taoism makes people yearn for it.

"My dream was originally to be a scientist, but can I realize it?" Huo Siyan's thought was a little shaken at this moment and she no longer insisted: "The Three-Clean Guan Zhang Zhenren preached like an immortal teaching the Dharma. No wonder Cheng Yiyan yearned for practicing Taoism and wanted to be a Taoist priest. It turns out that cultivating immortals really exists, and immortality is not impossible."

A trace of firmness flashed in Huo Siyan's eyes: "I want to become an immortal, I wonder if Zhenren Zhang will accept me as his disciple?"
Chapter completed!