He did not go back to the Sanqing Temple, nor did Zhang Daoran choose to fly the clouds and fog, but his body was like a fallen leaf, floating with the wind. He walked with the wind without any purpose, and Zhang Daoran himself did not know where he was going.

It was already late at this time, the sky was gloomy, there was no wind or moon, and the sky was dark.

Zhang Daoran did not think about everything he had seen when he realized the Tao just now. Zhang Daoran also knew that the evolution of Tao, and even the creation of the sky of Pangu, was a key step for the gradual improvement of Tao. Everyone could understand it, but could not comprehend it.

Everything I saw later, Zhang Daoran thought was nothing more than lack of realm and difficult to understand.

"Although I gather chaos, I am just a beginner who has just entered the Taoist sect. Compared with the immortals in the prehistoric world, they are as fragile as three-year-old children." Zhang Daoran sighed. This is still the most ordinary immortal. Compared with the strong people in the immortal world, those saints, and Pangu, Zhang Daoran's strength is even less important.

"I hope that my realm will improve in the future and you will have some insights into everything you see..." Thinking of this, Zhang Daoran thought of the "Huangting Jing" and frowned, and Zhang Daoran's thoughts sank into the chaotic world.

The chaotic world is completely different from before, except for a gray area, no other color is seen. In chaos, on a huge gray mountain, the Huangting Jing is like a dilapidated book that has not seen the light of the sky for many years, without any color, and is also gray.

The Chaos Tower stands in the chaos, which is slightly dilapidated compared to before. Not far from the Chaos Tower is a space of ten miles in radius. Only this space is full of vitality and trees are everywhere. Long Yiyun is looking around anxiously at this time.

Further away, in the west of Chaos, the Riyou God was extremely weak at this time, and was eroded by the Chaos Qi, and would be destroyed at any time.

He stretched out his finger and pointed it lightly. The Riyou God, who was dying and extremely weak in spirit, was shrouded in space in a circle of several miles.

It seemed that he felt Zhang Daoran's kindness. Riyou Shen opened his eyes and said weakly and lowly: "Don't think I will thank you, I will not thank you..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head and whispered: "If it weren't for your usefulness, I could save me from abnormal disasters in the future. Why should I save my life?"

With a flick of her sleeve, the two sides were too far apart. The God of Riyou could not see Zhang Daoran, but Zhang Daoran could clearly see the God of Riyou: "The reason why the God of God is not revealed and the immortal traces do not exist, you may know that I will not kill you before I figured it out..."

Riyou Shen couldn't hear these words clearly. Zhang Daoran looked at Long Yiyun in the distance and sighed again: "I won't let you go out if I don't understand for a day..."

With a thought, Zhang Daoran appeared in front of the Huangting Jing. The "Huangting Jing" which was huge and brightly colored in the past was just the normal size of the book. Not only that, the cover was a bit damaged, as if it had been burned by a large fire, and there were traces of charred in many places.

Zhang Daoran reached out to pick up the "Huangting Jing" and wanted to see if the "Huangting Jing" had lost its former effect. Unexpectedly, the "Huangting Jing" that just touched the "Huangting Jing" with his right hand, and the "Huangting Jing" that looked weak was like a root. It made Daoran have great strength and could not shake the "Huangting Jing" in the slightest.

"It seems that it will not be destroyed." That magical artistic conception, the evolution of Tao, the Hongmeng Hunun, and the opening of Pangu Tian, ​​all appeared in the "Huangting Jing". The power of this divine book is far beyond Zhang Daoran's previous expectations.

"I originally thought that the Huangting Jing was written by the saint or Hongjun Daozu. Now it seems that the origin of the Huangting Jing is even more mysterious than I imagined." Zhang Daoran thought and looked at the Huangting Jing. A trace of doubt flashed across his face: "In the past few years, there have been enough threads of luck accumulated, but the Huangting Jing has been silent. I don't know when it will be opened again to teach me the magical powers of the Dharma?"

“Wow…”

As soon as this thought fell, the Huangting Jing was free from wind and the pages were flickered wildly. In the blink of an eye, dozens of pages were turned.

Suddenly, the Sanskrit sounds in the pages of the Huangting Sutra were like singing softly. In front of you, there seemed to be thousands of Buddha lights and thousands of Buddhas. There were different postures and different expressions.

Among the thousands of Buddhas, one of them was about a hundred feet tall and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform.

The face was plump and kind-hearted. The Buddha opened his mouth and a Buddhist scripture came: "I heard this. At that time, the Buddha was in the Jetavana tree in the Kingdom of Shravas and had a thousand,250 people with the great monks. At that time, the Buddha, wearing clothes and bowls, entered the Great City of Shravas to beg for food. He begged in the city in sequence, and returned to the original place. After the meal, he collected his robes and bowls, washed his feet, sat down on his seat..."

The Buddhist scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, and the literal meaning is difficult to understand the original meaning. In Zhang Daoran's sea of ​​consciousness, the chaos energy churned, and he felt a little resistant: "The Huangting Sutra is a Taoist classic, which records the emergence, the formation, the evolution of Tao, records thousands of Taoism, and records thousands of supernatural powers. Why do Buddhist scriptures appear now?"

"What does the Diamond Sutra... convey? It should not be practiced in Taoism, but it is now changed to practice Buddhism?"

Zhang Daoran's heart was ups and downs, and a little turbulent: "Is it possible that the Taoist scriptures recorded in the "Huangting Jing" and various Taoist magical powers have disappeared, and they no longer exist?"

Zhang Daoran was surprised and did not want to touch the Buddhist scriptures. However, the Diamond Sutra was like being portrayed in memory, and it was impossible to forget it. Not only that, the content of the scriptures and various annotations also followed. Zhang Daoran did not want to understand it, but he understood it completely.

Zhang Daoran did not realize that at this time, the Huangting Jing, which had been silent for a long time, would teach magical powers. Zhang Daoran's original body, floating around, crossing mountains and rivers, and didn't know where to float.

At some point, Zhang Daoran's body slowly landed on a hill.

Zhang Daoran himself did not realize that his body was emitting a hazy golden light at this time, like an immortal and a god descending to earth, like a Buddha coming to the world. Not only that, Zhang Daoran's body faintly came, with waves of Sanskrit sounds...

In the world of rules, Zhang Daoran's consciousness is still receiving the "Huangting Sutra" that is like a thrust.

Suddenly, the sound of the Buddhist chant stopped and the world seemed to have returned to tranquility. The Buddha in the sky was full of shadows, gathering together and returning to the body of the Buddha. Zhang Daoran looked up and saw that the Buddha was still a big Buddha at this time, obviously an old Taoist wearing a Taoist robe, a tray of Taoist bun, a fluttering sleeve, and a fairy-like Taoist priest.

The old Taoist eyes closed, and when Zhang Daoran saw him, he suddenly opened his eyes, and golden light burst out in his eyes. With Zhang Daoran's cultivation, it was difficult to resist the dazzling golden light. Unconsciously, Zhang Daoran closed his eyes. The golden light in the old Taoist eyes suddenly burst out and merged into Zhang Daoran's eyes. Zhang Daoran felt a coolness in his eyes, and a message appeared in his mind: "Forget the annoyance of the mortal world, welcome the root of the immortal Tao. Look at the world with your wise eyes, and your mind shines on the mortal world..."

"Smart eyes?"

Zhang Daoran opened his eyes. Unlike the previous magical powers, Zhang Daoran felt that the eyes were no longer full of strange things, but full of compassion.

"It's just that this is the Buddhist supernatural power..."

Zhang Daoran had a bitter smile on his face, a scripture and a pair of wisdom eyes.

What is this purpose?

"There are no Buddhas in the world, and they evolved and reborn in the Tao. Buddhism is the Tao, so why should it disturb the soul..."

"The Tao is everywhere, and Buddha and Tao are interdependent. The Buddha's will have the meaning of Tao, listen to Buddha as the Tao is coming..."

Zhang Daoran's consciousness was restored and he had some enlightenment in his heart: "Buddha originally evolved from the Tao. Buddha is the Tao, practicing Tao is the Tao, practicing Tao is not the Buddha. Practicing Buddha is the Tao, practicing Buddha is the Tao..."

A golden light flashed in front of you, and the teaching of supernatural powers of the "Huangting Jing" was not finished at all. There were eight golden lights shot from the "Huangting Jing". Zhang Daoran was about to receive and watch, but his body suddenly shook, and fear, awe came from his ears, with joy and confusion. It seemed that all human emotions were integrated into this voice: "Word to the Bodhisattva, pay homage to the Buddha..."
Chapter completed!