On the empty fields, auspicious clouds are faint and the breeze is gentle.

Suddenly, a phantom appeared in the air, and the phantom became more and more solid. It gradually condensed into a giant that was ten thousand feet high and holding a brush in his hand. Suddenly, all the strange phenomena disappeared, and only this huge giant was left in the world. The giant slowly lowered his head, and everyone saw the face of the giant clearly: "Zhang Zhenren!"

The light has disappeared, the sky was shining brightly, but suddenly the starry sky was boundless. Half a bright moon hung in the sky. And they were in the empty field at this time, but in the Taoist temple. Zhang Daoran had finished his pen and stood by the table.

Everyone calmed down and was shocked. Even though they knew that the world that had just appeared was just in the artistic conception, they still felt stormy waves in their hearts: "Write a few words and you will have such artistic conception, just like changing a world. Is this because Zhang Zhenren has a profound realm, or is his calligraphy at an unheard of state?"

"One side, you can frame it at that time..."

Zhang Daoran said calmly, turned around and walked out: "It's getting late, everyone should go back."

It was almost ten o'clock at night, and there was still an hour at midnight. Midnight was a time period for cultivation, so Zhang Daoran naturally would not waste time here. After taking two steps, Zhang Daoran instructed: "Now that the family is separated, you must not slack off in your cultivation."

Zhang Yifang nodded and said respectfully: "Yes, master, disciples will never slackew."

As the saying goes, eating marrow knows taste, Zhang Yifang is full of energy and is about to get married at this time. If he is addicted to some things and neglects his practice, it is not a good thing for Zhang Yifang.

Zhang Daoran left, and everyone just watched Zhang Daoran come out of the Taoist temple, focusing on the handwriting that Zhang Daoran had just written. He didn't notice that Meng Xi followed Zhang Daoran out of the Taoist temple.

His eyes fell on Zhang Daoran's handwriting, and the handwriting showed a trace of inexplicable aura. Taoist Master Lu Jing and others who had not entered the Tao felt that there was a strange feeling that made people obsessed with the handwriting of Daorang. They wanted to see something but couldn't see it. They only felt that these handwriting was very beautiful, and the calligraphy they didn't understand could not tell where it was different.

Master Fengchen, Master Hengkong, and Zhang Yifang and others who have already opened their spiritual veins and entered the Tao. At first glance, they saw Zhang Daoran's handwriting in a daze, feeling a terrible feeling of sucking people's souls into a mysterious place.

In a daze, Zhang Daoran's handwriting seemed to come alive, interpreting the world they just saw. In the empty field, the immortals were free and free. Close their eyes and savored it carefully, and there was a feeling in their hearts.

Looking at Zhang Daoran's handwriting again, I saw that time suddenly evolved, and a sharp sword energy rushed towards the whole world, as if it could split the sky and open up the earth! Master Hengkong and others quickly closed their eyes, dared not look directly, and gasped in their hearts: "What a terrifying artistic conception!"

A few simple words can actually make people see the practice, the sword energy, and the method of practice!

Looking at each other, Hengkong suddenly said inexplicably: "It seems that I should also ask fellow Taoist Zhang for a few words."

When Hengkong reminded him, Taoist Fengchen was very moved and said with a smile: "Writing one is to write, and writing two is also to write. When fellow Hengkong asks for words, he calls me a word. I also ask for a few words."

Everyone was very moved and talked and laughed.

......

"The real person..." Outside the Taoist temple, Zhang Daoran was about to leave, and Meng Xi appeared behind: "I have a few doubts about cultivation, so I would like to ask for guidance from the real person."

Turning around and looking at Meng Xi with a cold face, Daoran's eyes were a little dazed in his eyes for a moment. He almost subconsciously used his divine power to observe Meng Xi's past and future. However, Zhang Daoran, who turned to practice my Tao, was consciously connected to the laws of Heavenly Dao. If he wanted to deduce Meng Xi's fate, the Heavenly Dao seemed to be intentionally hidden, or the Heavenly Dao could not be recorded. In the past, there were some fates about Meng Xi that could be predicted. But now, Meng Xi's past and future are very vague.

Unable to predict Meng Xi's incident, Zhang Daoran felt inconsistent. He tugged his lips and asked: "What are the questions of my junior nephew? I can answer them, so I will naturally not hide my own personal information."

Meng Xi's fate became increasingly elusive, so Zhang Daoran simply put away his divine power and no longer did useless achievements.

"What is the Tao and what is the ruthless Tao?"

Meng Xi's face became colder and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes: "Doctor practiced his experience during this period and found that people have countless emotions, and their thinking is composed of countless emotions. If they are cut off and practiced the ruthless Tao, wouldn't they become a person without thoughts, thoughts, feelings, and ignorance?"

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Daoran, Meng Xi was very confused: "Without any emotion, what is the meaning of practicing the ruthless Taoism?"

In Qingzhai Dao Temple, Master Lu Jing was unable to solve his hidden worries by practicing Taoism. Meng Xi thought for a long time, but only Zhang Daoran had the deepest level of cultivation, so this question was asked.

"Tao is perception, a kind of thinking perception produced by changing thinking, adapting to the changes of heaven and earth, so that the mind is close to the Tao. The ruthless Tao does not make a person who practices the Tao and ruthless Tao become a person who is ruthless, unconscious, and without any emotions. The meaning of the existence of the Taoist practitioner is to constantly understand and correct it. When the mind is pure, only the fruit of Tao is left and the Tao is in harmony with the Tao can be considered liberation."

Zhang Daoran has never practiced the ruthless Tao, and I need to learn from all the ways of practicing Taoism. The four ways of heaven, earth, man and gods, and the three thousand great ways are all the sources of my cultivation and understanding. The ruthless Tao is in the way of heaven.

Zhang Daoran pondered slightly and said, "The so-called ruthless Tao, I don't know what the specific definition is. What realm can I achieve be considered ruthless Tao, and I can truly reach the peak of ruthless Tao. According to my understanding, the so-called ruthless Tao is nothing more than cutting off troubles, purifying the mind, and not disturbing the outside world..."

The ruthless and ruthless Tao does not mean that people do not have any emotions. It only allows those who practice Taoism to not be affected by the seven emotions and six desires, and are not trapped by external troubles. It achieves the purity of the mind and is in line with the will of Taoism.

"Practicing Taoism is about constantly exploring and moving forward in the darkness, and the path that my junior nephew walks is different from that of my junior. I can only say that I can understand my own understanding of the ruthless Tao, and my junior nephew can use it as a reference to understand my own way."

Zhang Daoran stood on the dock with his hands behind his back, looking up at the void: "Just like the word "The Tao" has only one word, but because the people who practice Tao have different understandings, because the rules and rules are different, it has evolved into the Tao being infinite, the great way is three thousand, and the laws are infinite. Therefore, the ruthless Tao is a kind of Tao, and every person who practices the Tao and the ruthless Tao has his own insights. Therefore, there is only one kind of Tao being in the ruthless Tao, because there are countless people who practice the ruthless Tao, and the ruthless Tao becomes infinite. Therefore, their own perception is true, and their understanding is supplemented..."

"The three thousand great ways are always in line with oneself. The master's nephew's understanding of the Tao requires one's own understanding."

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "My nephew already has his own way in his heart. He only needs to improve and understand, and he can naturally achieve enlightenment."

Meng Xi looked inexplicably, and she had already lowered her head and thought hard, and then looked up suddenly: "It is difficult for human emotions to be cut off. Emotions are the source of Tao. Real people, I think my realm is too low and it is difficult to understand. But I am always trapped by love, maybe it is love, or family affection."

Zhang Daoran was stunned, his face was a little weird. Wuqing said, Zhang Daoran really didn't know whether he could have feelings.

Just as he was about to speak, Meng Xi suddenly asked, "Duodao is a real person with vast supernatural powers and boundless Taoism. He has the ability to know the truth before he knows. I am from my parents. I want to get the answer from the real person. Have my parents already returned to the underworld?"

A glimmer flashed in Zhang Daoran's eyes, and his divine power was activated again. Unfortunately, Meng Xi's fate was blurred and he gained nothing. Shaking his head, Zhang Daoran said in uncertainty: "Before, when I was in Wengu, I saw my junior nephew for the first time and felt that my junior nephew was destined to be with me. Moreover, my nephew's parents and parents would die in the Wengu earthquake..."

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "After the Wengu earthquake, my nephew's fate changed. I can't predict and see clearly. Therefore, it is impossible to determine that there is all information about my nephew."

This is the first person Zhang Daoran saw, the only person who could not see the fate clearly. This feeling...

"So, my parents are still unpredictable in life and death?"

Meng Xi's tone fluctuated a little, and she looked at Zhang Daoran seriously.

Zhang Daoran did not hide it. He knew it, but he knew it, but he didn't know it, so he nodded.

Zhang Daoran could have predicted everything about Mengxi, but later it became more and more vague. When he woke up from a coma this time, he suddenly found that the relationship between Mengxi and himself was becoming more and more intense, but it could never be deduced.

"The fate varies from person to person. Many different reasons will cause different results. Therefore, if the junior nephew wants to get the answer, he needs to keep moving forward by himself." He pointed his hand and the auspicious clouds condensed, and Zhang Daoran slowly floated up and was about to leave.

"Real person..."

Meng Xi said again: "Can a real person predict where the true love is?"

Where is the true love?

However, Meng Xi did not receive any response. Zhang Daoran took the clouds and disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. The figure that could have been seen suddenly disappeared.
Chapter completed!