Nearly a thousand practitioners shouted loudly, and their voices were shaking.

The respectful and neat voice was still echoing. Seeing that more than a thousand listeners in the Immortal Temple, they kept silent. They bowed and waited quietly.

"Thousands of people shouted together to welcome the preaching. If a practitioner can have such glory in this life, it will not be in vain..."

Lu Zhen raised his head slightly at some point, because he was really inconvenient because he was pregnant with Liujia. When he looked up, he looked at the listener who bowed neatly and respectfully, his eyes floated to Zhang Yifang unconsciously: "The master has such a reputation, I don't know if he can inherit it?"

On the sermon platform, the four Taoist Master Hengkong, who also stood bent, were also a little shocked and sighed: "I feel infinite yearning and endless luck. Being able to practice Taoism on the island in the middle of the lake is the most correct choice. For example, today, the next Taoist practice gathered here. Even if the Taoist sect holds the bull ears, Longhu Mountain and Laoshan J combined, there is no such appeal..."

Everyone is respect from the heart. This kind of respect is not because Zhang Daoran's profound realm, but because Zhang Daoran is selfless, without asking for any fees or additional conditions, preaching for them. He opens the door to practice Taoism and realizes the realm of enlightenment.

"After this preaching, Longhu Mountain may lose its former aura. The island in the middle of the lake may become the true holy place in the hearts of the monks..."

Long Yun sighed in his heart, and his eyes flashed, and saw the direction of Quanzhen in Laoshan. The old Taoist priest who was obviously much higher than Sun Haidong's face was a little shaking at this time. Long Yun smiled coldly: "It's a pity that Longhu Mountain and Laoshan are fighting with Quanzhen Dao for more than a thousand years. If you want to integrate the Taoist sect in the world, it is not as good as Zhang Daoran preaching once..."

Quanzhendao’s idea is completely different from Longhu Mountain. Although Sun Haidong is not the helm of Laoshan, there is a voice deep in his heart that keeps calling: “Integrate into the Three Pure Land Views and be famous for all eternity…”

Feeling the emotional ups and downs of the head around him, Sun Haidong knew that the uncertainty that Laoshan discussed when he came was probably in the head's heart.

"Integrating into the Three Qingshu is an opportunity for Laoshan. If you miss the opportunity, you will regret it for your whole life..."

Sun Haidong was a little excited: "This feeling is getting stronger and stronger. It is integrated into the Three Pure Land, close to the Taoist realm... It is inherited continuously and can be carried forward. With the help of Zhang Daoran's magical ability, we can decipher the true meaning of the thousand-year inheritance of Laoshan."

"Sing..."

A sound of a dragon roar came, and a golden light flashed. Everyone did not look up, but could feel a trace of vague pressure.

Reducing all inner thoughts, the listener was about to look up at the dragon when a gentle voice came: "Fellow Taoists, please sit down..."

The hearts of the Taoists were like a clear spring flowing by. I felt that this sound could soothe the soul, but it was irresistible. I stood up straight and looked at the sermon platform. Zhang Daoran was already sitting cross-legged. There was no trace of emotional fluctuation on his calm face. Above Zhang Daoran's head, Long Yiyun turned into the thickness of his arm, only one meter long, floating quietly in the air.

"Thank you for the real person..."

Most listeners have a hint of awe in their eyes. Looking at Long Yiyun, they even have some envy: "Who can do this when the dragon protects the Dharma?"

It is rumored that the Taoist ancestor is not good, and the Taoist ancestor Zhang Daoling is not good either...

Everyone was stunned: "I'm afraid that the future of Zhang Zhenren will be famous in history, remembered by future generations, and surpass the existence of ancient sages..."

More than a thousand listeners sat in the cushion, and Long Yun still couldn't calm down: "Yesterday, I thought I could face Zhang Daoran with a normal mind. Now it seems that I can't do it at all. Facing Zhang Daoran, I will feel awe and a feeling of conquest..."

Most of the Taoists calmed down and began to prepare to listen to the sermons. But some people were still feeling ups and downs. At this moment, Zhang Daoran, who was sitting on the sermon platform, suddenly stretched out a hand and stretched out in an action that ordinary people could not do. Long Yiyun, who seemed to be far away in the air and was more than a few meters above Zhang Daoran's head, was easily hit by Zhang Daoran. Zhang Daoran's voice was a little light: "Don't do anything wrong..."

Zhang Daoran was also helpless. Because of the involvement of marriage, there would inevitably be some conflict between Long Yiyun and Cheng Yiyan. At this time, Long Yiyun saw Cheng Yiyan sitting cross-legged under the sermon platform, with his eyes closed tightly, and his body exuded a murderous intent that ordinary people could not sense.

Zhang Daoran comforted him, Long Yiyun restrained his murderous intent. Zhang Daoran looked at Cheng Yiyan and clearly felt that just now, Cheng Yiyan's body was trembling: "Yiyun's murderous intent is obviously locking on Yiyan. It is difficult for outsiders to sense it, but I am very clear. After the preaching, Yiyan must leave..."

Long Yiyun's strength is still faintly above Zhang Daoran. If Long Yiyun is determined to kill Cheng Yiyan, Zhang Daoran will definitely take some effort to stop him: "There are formations around the lake center island, and Long Yiyun can easily be unable to leave the lake center island. Only in this way can one be safe."

The time for preaching was already here, and Zhang Daoran no longer thought about these things. His eyes were slightly closed and his mouth was lightly opened. Without any revelation, he began to preach: "The Tao originated from nothingness, chaos opened the sky. Once the heaven and earth were formed, the Tao began to spread. All living things, demons and immortals. The beginning of human beings, the soil was tung..."

The sermon begins and the artistic conception is frequent.

The artistic conception produced by this preaching is no longer a variety of strange things, not everyone enters a kind of artistic conception. Instead, everyone's consciousness flutters and turns into chaos as Zhang Daoran talks about it. Pangu opens the sky and the world begins to become.

The war between gods and demons, the inheritance of faith. The earth is deserted, and the goddess creates humans with clay.

Human beings first appeared, eating raw meat and drinking blood, without etiquette, and without knowing the ranks and inferiors. The Three Emperors passed down from generation to generation, and the Five Emperors prefaced.

The consciousness is floating, as if from the emergence of Tao, the world begins to open, experiences the changes of the world, and experiences the changes of heaven and earth. Through endless years, witnesses the collision, annihilation and rebirth of civilizations.

"Born as weak, he will never stop self-improvement. The ambition of mankind is unwavering."

The preaching continued, the world in front of us changed, demons were rampant, and humans were in danger: "The witch clan emerged from the sky, and the martial arts inheritance was not stopped..."

"Yin and Yang and Five Elements, Rules Evolution, Laws are the basis..."

At this moment, the artistic conception seemed to be interrupted. Zhang Daoran, who was sitting on the sermon platform, opened his eyes and stretched out his hands. The content of the sermon also changed at this moment. Above both hands, the laws of the five elements and the rules of the yin and yang continued to emerge. Suddenly, the rules of the law were like explosions, turning into tiny lights, forming endless fragments.

Rules and rules are integrated into the heavenly spirit of every person.

"Marriage is not law, rules are not law, laws are not preached. The true meaning of martial arts is to strengthen the body, break the void, and ascend the body..."

Just as the Taoists felt that the artistic conception that was created by Zhang Daoran's preaching slowly disappeared. Suddenly, the scenery in front of them passed, and inexplicable suction in the sea of ​​consciousness, sucking the soul and entering a gray void.

In this gray void, within the consciousness and in the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Daoran stood with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran's body began to pose in a strange posture, and the pace of his fists and palms continued to change. The nearly perfect body language made the listener's heart move: "Is this Tai Chi?"

Tai Chi is like walking and flowing water, and the Taoist movements appear between Zhang Daoran's every move. This is not preaching, but preaching the Dharma!

Everyone felt that every move of Zhang Daoran was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it was difficult to forget it.

Zhang Daoran, who was sitting on the sermon platform, kept silent for a moment, and the preaching voice stopped abruptly, and everyone was not at all uncomfortable. Zhang Daoran's eyes turned and swept across Taoist Master Fengchen, Lu Zhen and Meng Xi. A ray of light flew out of the heavenly spirit, and the light drilled out of the heavenly spirit into several parts, and entered the heavenly spirits of these people in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Daoran opened his lips and opened his mouth speechless. In the sea of ​​consciousness of these people, Zhang Daoran's voice was floating, which made people shocked: "The Dharma is not passed lightly, but it starts with entering the Tao. Shrinking the ground into an inch, and you can know..."
Chapter completed!