"Fellow Taoist, where was my hometown before I became a monk and practiced Taoism?"

Meng Xi is very interested in this. Now there are nearly a hundred people on the island in the middle of the lake. Except for Zhang Yifang who became a disciple earlier, the rest of the people who knew Zhang Daoran were all after Zhang Yifang. Zhang Yifang was worshipped in the Sanqing Temple in recent years.

Before Zhang Daoran became a monk and practiced Taoism, no one knew where his hometown was.

Zhang Daoran's status in Huxin Island is becoming more and more special, like a god. At that time, Taoist Master Hengkong and Taoist Master Feng Chenzi were also commensurate with fellow Taoist Zhang Daoran. Now, one of the highest generation people in Huxin Island has been changed to a real person and dare not be of the same generation.

Naturally, no one dared to inquire about Zhang Daoran's specific identity information.

Even though Meng Xi was unique and insisted on being the same generation as Zhang Daoran on the road of cultivation, he had to be promoted from his junior and nephew to his peers, but he still never asked Zhang Daoran about his hometown before becoming a Taoist priest.

This time, Zhang Daoran himself said that he was going to meet a fellow villager. Meng Xi seized the right time and then asked.

Walking in the white world, both of them didn't care at all. Even the bitter cold wind was just like spring breeze. In the snowy world, the two of them seemed to be walking on the flat ground without leaving a single footprint.

Stepping on the snow is like a layer of air, and there are no snowflakes on your feet.

Zhang Daoran was still wearing a simple Taoist robe, looking a little thin. Meng Xi was wearing a Taoist robe and had a delicate figure, so even it was difficult to hide it. If he was not acquainted, he would have thought that this was a pair of fairy couples in the practice of Taoism.

Listening to Mengxi's question, Zhang Daoran laughed silently. In an instant, the white world, centered on two people, appeared in a trance. The bitter cold wind was like the spring breeze in March. Wherever the eyes reached, the snow melted, the ice subsided, and the flowing water was gurgling...

Meng Xi felt relieved. She knew that Zhang Daoran felt relaxed at this moment. Through the changes in the surrounding environment, we can also know that Zhang Daoran was a little happy inside.

When talking about his hometown, Zhang Daoran used to miss his hometown during the Spring Festival. However, many disciples were actually homeless. If they had a home to go back, many disciples would not choose to go home.

Missing your hometown is a human instinct. Even if you have practiced Taoism, it is difficult to break this thought.

These disciples discussed their hometown and immediately mentioned him.

The disciples from Huxin Island were all very curious about why he practiced Taoism, when did he start practicing Taoism, and where was his hometown?

"My hometown is a bit far away..."

The smile on Zhang Daoran's face disappeared and became calm. However, there was a kind of longing in his eyes. Unlike other disciples, Zhang Daoran came to this world to practice Taoism. Before, Zhang Daoran had a sister and an old mother...

A few blurry and clear, strange and familiar faces appeared in front of him, and Zhang Daoran felt ache in his heart.

After practicing Taoism for a few years, I thought I had become indifferent to family affection, but I didn’t expect that when I thought of my relatives in my previous life, my heart would still be very painful.

The green that had just appeared disappeared in an instant. The cold wind blew, rolling up snowflakes, and the whole world was in chaos and misty.

Meng Xi felt a stern. She knew that Zhang Daoran’s past must have been unfortunate.

"It's not far away. My hometown is also in Qi Province, just in Rencheng on the north bank of the North Four Lakes..."

In fact, Zhang Daoran's home in his previous life was on the east shore of Beisi Lake... The time trajectory of the two worlds is almost the same, but the pattern is completely different. The original memory is incompatible with this world.

In fact, where is this body originally located? As her cultivation becomes more and more advanced, Zhang Daoran becomes clearer and clearer. The Three Qing Temples of the Lake Island, Zhang Daoran’s master, Taoist Xingyun, is a resident of the east coast. Zhang Daoran was originally an abandoned baby who was abandoned on the Lake Island.

Originally, Zhang Daoran was seriously ill, and Taoist Master Xingyun was very good at medical skills and saved Zhang Daoran. However, Taoist Master Xingyun didn't know who Zhang Daoran's parents were, so he took Zhang Daoran as his disciple.

"Master Xingyun, Master, I have been practicing in the Three Pure Contemporary Contemplation since I was born..."

Zhang Daoran calmed down his mind. The past is the past, and he could no longer go back in his previous life.

"Fellow Taoist, your parents..."

Meng Xi was very curious. Since his birth, he has been practicing in the Three Pure Land Contemporary Contemplation... So... did Zhang Daoran's parents have a clear understanding? Also, Zhang Daoran's generation is in line with the Dragon and Tiger Zheng, but Zhang Daoran's master is the Xing generation: "Your master... isn't he Zhengyi Dao?"

"Master I am not my parents..."

Zhang Daoran shook his head secretly, Meng Xi was too gossipy.

In this world, his parents can be said to be doing well recently. He was the eldest, but in that era, his family was not rich and he was hiding debts everywhere. He was sick and he was abandoned.

They still remember whether they existed or not, and it doesn’t mean to pursue it now. Zhang Daoran is now pursuing immortality. Besides, that family has not been here once in more than 30 years...

The body itself was not clear about these identity information. As his cultivation became more and more advanced, Zhang Daoran saw through everything in the world, and he himself cut off the last trace of bloodline connection of the family.

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Meng Xi was stunned and listened to Zhang Daoran's words and thoughts.

The archers and ancestors of Qingzhai Dao Temple all seemed to be persistent in pursuing the rules of the Zhengyi Sect. However, under the constraints of the Zhengyi Sect, they tried their best to show their uniqueness.

For example, some of the teachings and rules of Zhengyidao, the ancestors of Qingzhai Daoan, were somewhat rejected, and quoted some of the teachings of Quanzhen, and even Buddhist teachings...

In the end, Qingzhai Daoan was called a Buddhist disciple who practiced with his hair. He was also called a Huoju disciple who practiced with his hair. He also said that Qingzhai Daoan was Quanzhen who settled in Longhu Mountain...

For example, now, some of the rules of Qingzhai Dao Temple still continue the previous teachings, but now they have been integrated into Huxin Island, which has led to the disciples of other Taoist temples in Huxin Island being rejected by Qingzhai Dao Temple...

The existence of Qingzhai Dao Temple now is a sect and subordinate sect of Huxin Island. Qingzhai Dao Temple is insoluble in Huxin Island and will definitely be rejected by Huxin Island. Meng Xi has always thought that the reasons for the disciples of Huxin Island, or the disciples of Qingzhai Dao Temple, are all due to Kundao.

If yin and yang are incompatible, they will inevitably lead to repulsion.

Now, Zhang Daoran's words seemed to be intentional or unintentional, as if he was instructing me to make Meng Xi realize: "It turns out that I am wrong..."

At the beginning, when Master Lu Jing was still alive, Qingzhai Dao Temple was still in harmony with other sects. Now, more and more disciples from Huxin Island entered the Tao, with their own beliefs and their own cultivation systems formed. This incompatible rejection gradually became more and more intense.

If no changes are made, the future will be incompatible...

"I dream, I am here, so why don't I return quickly..."

Just as Meng Xi was thinking a lot, Zhang Daoran's voice was magnificent, bright and not harsh.

"Sing..."

A loud dragon roar came from afar, and then a golden light flashed like lightning, and it reached the sky above the two of them in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!