The preaching has ended. When the immortal view is seen, the listener refuses to leave for a long time.

On the sermon platform, Master Hengkong stood up and disappeared without seeing. In the sermon view, listeners were chatting with each other, and few people paid attention to the sermon platform. After Zhang Daoran left the sermon platform, Long Yun's mind was still on the sermon platform, thinking about everything Zhang Daoran preached, and his eyes were always staring at the sermon platform.

Suddenly, when he saw Master Hengkong disappear from the platform, he looked a little shocked, and a storm aroused in his heart: "Zhang Daoran's Taoist Dharma is mysterious, and he can go without a trace, so he can fly into the clouds and mist. Unexpectedly, the cultivator, who only condensed the souls of man and earth, actually has such magical powers!"

Master Hengkong felt some insights after listening to Zhang Daoran's sermon. Seeing that the Immortal Temple was too noisy at this time, he used the shrunk to turn into an inch, walked out of the Taoist Temple, returned to the Yin-Yang Temple to seize this opportunity. Invisibly, he did not notice the impact after the shrunk to turn into an inch.

Long Yun was unintentionally listening to the followers around him, and told each other about the mysterious artistic conception he had entered when he listened to the Tao. He couldn't calm down for a long time: "It was rumored that Zhang Daoran preached the sermons, and his artistic conception was frequent. In the past, I thought it was spreading rumors. How could ordinary practitioners just explain Taoism? Now it seems that I still far underestimated Zhang Daoran's ability and realm..."

Long Yun stood up and walked out of the Temple of Seixian without anyone paying attention.

Wandering aimlessly on the Immortal Island, following step by step, looking at everything around the Immortal Dao: "The area of ​​the island in the middle of the lake, the entire North Four Lakes, whether it is innate conditions or human-made reasons, is far from comparable to the practice environment of Longhu Mountain. In this environment, there are practitioners like Zhang Daoran who practice Taoism here."

In his mind, he recalled the artistic conception that Zhang Daoran explained the Taoist scriptures. Long Yun's heart was always hanged: "Zhang Daoran is a Taoist sect. I should have been glad that Zhang Daoran is not in Buddhism, why is I always afraid of it?"

Long Yun was a little lost: "Is it because I always regard myself as a key figure in the revitalization of the Taoist sect in my heart, and think that I should be the leader of the Taoist sect?"

Whether in Kunxu or on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain on Earth, Long Yun is always a figure of the ancestor level in the Taoist sect: "The pride in my heart is hard to eliminate, but I am too fame in my heart?"

"The purple aura that appears in the artistic conception is the key to becoming an immortal. Unfortunately, Zhang Daoran's preaching ends here. Otherwise, if I touch the purple aura in the artistic conception, would I become an immortal directly and be ranked in the immortal class?"

When a practitioner practices Taoism, his ultimate pursuit is to ascend to the fairy world, enjoy his life forever, and live with the world. As a practitioner, Long Yun's ultimate pursuit is to immortality. Long Yun frowned, and the ripple in his heart slowly calmed down: "Can Zhang Daoran just explaining the Taoist scriptures and relying on the assistance of the formation, can this strange effect be produced?"

Unconsciously, he walked to the Xianxian Temple again. Standing in front of the Taoist temple, Long Yun's eyes condensed, his mind and spirit were all restrained. He carefully identified everything about the Xianxian Temple, and wanted to find the place where the formation was when Zhang Daoran preached.

"The traces of the formation are hard to find, and the five elements are the root. The two qi of yin and yang are differentiated, and all the Taoist intentions are as per heart..." Long Yun was originally a master of the formation, but when he saw that Long Yun saw no traces of the formation. When the formation was formed, Long Yun could see clearly, so he naturally did not believe that he had misunderstood: "There must be a formation. The formation tells the formation method, covering the ancient saying of breaking formations. Even if Zhang Daoran has a strong cultivation level, I am far from enough. The formation method he arranged should also be within the formation method of breaking the formation..."

Long Yun knew that Zhang Daoran could produce various artistic conceptions, which would inevitably be closely related to the formation. He was a little excited and Long Yun refused to give up: "If I had this formation, the land of Kunxu was a way to store the scriptures for thousands of years. If I had this method of spreading the Dharma with artistic conception, it would be difficult for the Taoist sect to revitalize it."

Unlike the Taoist temple, the Taoist listener discusses the artistic conception of listening to Taoism, Long Yun is already the realm of the three souls of heaven, earth and man gathering and the first gathering of Yang Shen. Long Yun’s cultivation is very strong, and the focus of Long Yun’s attention is completely different from those of those who listen to Taoism.

What Long Yun is concerned about is the mysterious auxiliary formation.

"Senior Brother, I don't want to go back..." Long Yun was looking for traces of the formation, and a voice came from the yard. When he raised his head, he saw Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan walking out of the Taoist temple. Long Yun quickly calmed down his mind, stood with his hands behind his back, turned his body, and looked into the distance.

However, Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan did not seem to have used their original intention to leave the Taoist temple, nor did they find Long Yun. When Long Yun heard Cheng Yiyan hesitate and a complicated voice in the yard: "I understand now that the master's original intention is to use the mistakes made by me to sharpen my mind and nature. Now I have realized the mistakes and have been punished. However, the master did not express his attitude, have he forgiven me? When I go back at this time, will the master..."

"Stern junior brother..." Zhang Yifang's consolation voice came: "You can understand the master's intention, and the senior brother is really happy. Do you know that you knew that you were disrespectful to the master, and the senior brother was really angry, and even wanted to go to argue with you. Later, the senior brother also understood the master's intention. The master did not care about the mistakes you made, but took this opportunity to sharpen your mind and spirit. Don't let the master down and care. Now you go back, the master seems to be very satisfied. More than a thousand cushions have been set up to enlighten the truth. With my current cultivation level, I only need one or half an hour less than you..."

"So, the master is not angry at this time?"

Cheng Yiyan's voice was a little excited, as if there was an expectation to ask others to help draw conclusions.

"The master is not angry at first, so you don't have to worry..." The footsteps came, and suddenly stopped again. Zhang Yifang continued, "Junior brother, go back. The master once said that you will not let you live in the Immortal Temple. It happened that I have some insights for my brother, and I need to go back to practice and experience them carefully. I believe that my junior brother also has insights, so I must seize this opportunity..."

"Okay... Senior Brother, then I'm back. Second Senior Brother, you say, I'll wait for him on the boat, let's go back together." Cheng Yiyan was a little excited: "I don't know if Master, did you put the old li, no, Long Yiyun back into the lake. I really want to ride the dragon and travel around the sky and experience what's the difference between Master driving the clouds and taking me in the air..."

The sound gradually disappeared, the footsteps came, and Cheng Yiyan walked out of the Taoist temple.

Long Yun was not paying attention at all. He was like a soul leaving his body, knowing nothing about the outside world, and his face was shocked. At this time, Long Yun's heart was ups and downs and could not calm down for a long time: "How is it possible that the formation that I saw was just an entry-level formation, the quiet enlightenment formation? Moreover, it was set up by Zhang Daoran's disciples, and it was difficult for me to detect any traces of the formation?"

"Zhang Daoran, Zhang Daoran, what are you capable of? I don't understand?" After a long time, Long Yun gradually recovered, with a wry smile on his face, and murmured: "The Tao is endless, how can I compare myself with the true cultivation of the world?"

"Fortunately, Zhang Daoran preached that he had such a magical artistic conception and the Buddhist sect left. Otherwise, the Buddhist sect would benefit from it and allow the Daorian sect opponents to strengthen their strength out of thin air."

Long Yun was a little lucky. Wuyan continued to listen to the sermons here because of losing face. His face changed a little. Long Yun continued to whisper: "Zhang Daoran has such ability. If he enters the Kunxu land, he may be unable to maintain his position at that time. We must find a way to prevent Zhang Daoran from entering the Kunxu land..."

"Long Zhenren seems to have a kind of repulsive mentality towards Buddhism? Do you have a deep prejudice against Master I?"

When he was lost in his mind, he spoke without realizing it. Suddenly, a sound came, and Long Yun felt his soul shake, and suddenly turned his head and looked at Cheng Yiyan.
Chapter completed!