What is Tao? It is mysterious and mysterious, the source of all wonders.
There are three thousand monks in the Zixiao Palace, including powerful ones such as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Sanqing, and the Second Sage of the West. Even a step back, there are Zhen Yuanzi, Wu Ming, Kunpeng, and Minghe, all of whom are worthy of the name.
Among them, Ran Deng Taoist, Dong Wang Gong, Xi Queen Mother and others can only make up the numbers.
Although legends about these people will last forever in later generations, in the Zixiao Palace, where all the powerful people from all over the world gather, the people at the bottom are really nothing.
"This time's ranking can basically be regarded as a division of strength. Except for Nuwa's strength, which is a bit weak and has no ability to suppress others, the Sanqing and the Second Saint of the West have the ability to defeat many. However, this
The gap between the powerful monks of that period was not very big, and the gap could only be widened after three sermons." The widening gap that Wu Ming mentioned was not only the gap between the listeners in Zixiao Palace, but also the gap between them.
There is also the gap between the top monks and the outside world.
This time at the Zixiao Palace lecture, only three thousand powerful people came, but there are definitely more than three thousand people with great supernatural powers in the world.
Wu Ming could see very clearly that among the ancestral witches, only Di Jiang and Hou Tu came, and the remaining eight people did not come at all.
The same is true for other races. Just like the black and white unicorn twins we saw last time on Mount Buzhou, we didn't see them this time either.
Obviously, the three thousand Taoists in Zixiao Palace represent the mainstream of today's era, but they cannot represent everything.
But this cannot be represented and will be reversed after three sermons. Have you heard of Hongjun's Hunyuan Daoguo? The originally small gap will rapidly expand in these three sermons until it evolves into an insurmountable gap and becomes an insurmountable gap.
These people will always feel pain in their hearts.
"This lecture is called the initial chapter of Hunyuan Dao Fruit, the beginning of the Great Luo. The Great Luo is the perfection of everything in the universe, free in all heavens and all realms, and will not enter disasters and will never be destroyed."
There are no flowers falling from the sky or golden lotuses emerging from the ground. Hongjun is sitting on the futon, more like the Tao is speaking.
In the Zixiao Palace, three thousand Taoist guests were mesmerized by what they heard, and everyone fell silent in the ocean of Tao.
Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. When the last note fell, more than one-third of the listeners had the energy of three flowers emerging from their heads and a colorful glow surrounding them. They actually realized themselves while listening to the sermon and realized through guidance.
Obtained the way of the Golden Immortal.
You know, many of the monks present have been practicing for who knows how many years. What they lack is just the way forward.
Hongjun's sermon was to point out the way forward for everyone. Many people cried with joy and shouted that this was the case.
"The Mystery is Mysterious, the Source of All Mysteries. A million years later, we will start talking about the Saints. Please step back." Hongjun waved his hand gently, and the three thousand Taoist guests in the Zixiao Palace returned to the outside of the chaos in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but look for the location of Zixiao Palace.
But no matter what everyone does, the Zixiao Palace, which was originally clearly visible, cannot be found by everyone, as if it does not exist at all.
Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi were one-third of the monks who had a breakthrough after hearing the sermon.
The two looked at each other and felt that there were many things they still didn't understand. They didn't care about looking for Zixiao Palace anymore, so they both returned to the cave to retreat.
Millions of years are a long time, but for innate creatures, it only lasts in the blink of an eye.
What Hongjun left behind was not only the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, but also the Immortal Dao system, which allowed people to know what they were cultivating.
During these millions of years, great changes have taken place in the prehistoric times. Talking about metaphysics and Taoism has become fashionable, and Taoism has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
The new innate beings are no longer based on swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but have embarked on a systematic path of learning.
Many powerful innate beings began to preach their own Taoism outside the cave. For a time, Taoist temples of all sizes seemed to have spread across the entire prehistoric world overnight.
"A million years have passed. Those who listened to the lecture last time can come to Zixiao Palace."
During the second sermon, the threshold has appeared. Those who attended the sermon last time cheered for joy, while those who did not attend the last time were filled with regret.
Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi traveled together. When they arrived at the Zixiao Palace, they found that there were dozens of people less than last time. But they didn't know whether these faceless people died outside fighting with others, or they left the ancient wilderness and traveled thousands of miles.
I left the world and didn't come back for a while.
"This lecture on Three Thousand Years is called Hunyuan Dao Fruit, Saint Chapter. What is a saint in heaven and earth? A saint is immortal. He will not die in disasters and will not die in adversity. The soul is in harmony with the way of heaven. The way of heaven will not collapse. Saints will not die.
fall from the sky"
Hongjun's preaching gradually progressed. If the Daluo Jinxian's way is the foundation, the saint's way is the sublimation of the Jinxian.
This time, it has been a million years since the last sermon. Among the three thousand Taoists, the weakest one is also a new Jinxian. He is as strong as Sanqing and Donghuang Taiyi, and he has perfected the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian.
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The gap has widened unknowingly. Some people only feel a splitting headache after listening to the saint's teachings, and cannot understand nine out of ten sentences. Some people smile and shake their heads after hearing the wonderful words.
He looked like he had gained a lot.
One thousand years, another thousand years, and before you know it, three thousand years have passed, and the sermon has come to an end.
But this time, Patriarch Hongjun did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat on the futon and meditated with his eyes closed.
Everyone who listened to the lecture was overjoyed. Many people had questions and couldn't help but ask: "Taoist, we have understood the Golden Immortal's way, but this saint's way is bitter and difficult to understand. Nine out of ten sentences
It is elusive. I dare to ask the ancestors. Is there a method of division among the saints? How can I find it?"
"Saints are divided into upper, middle and lower. The lower is the little saint, who can also be called the quasi-sage. After the golden immortal reaches perfection and kills the three corpses of good, evil and self, this is the state. The middle saint has the three corpses cut off, and the three corpses have been cut off.
God entrusts the way of heaven and says that laws follow their own laws. The great sage himself is in harmony with the way of heaven. I am the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is me. I dominate the world." Hongjun answered very slowly, which also gave everyone more questions.
Consider time.
After a long time, Lao Tzu, who had reached the level of Golden Immortal, was the first to stand up and asked respectfully: "Tao Ancestor, my disciple has reached the level of Golden Immortal. It's time to kill the corpse. How many methods are there for beheading the corpse?"
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"There are two ways to kill corpses. The first is to kill corpses with a magic weapon. The stronger the magic weapon, the higher the possibility of killing corpses, and the stronger the strength after entrustment. The second is to kill corpses with the method of clone. After killing corpses, good, evil, and self
The three corpses are equivalent to three external incarnations, their power is slightly weaker than the former, and there is no need to consume magic weapons." When Patriarch Hongjun said this, everyone present felt happy and worried.
People who are born with many spiritual treasures will naturally choose magic weapons to kill corpses and become the most powerful among the powerful.
Those who only have one innate spiritual treasure, or those who don’t have one at all, can only look around and think about other things.
Wu Ming belongs to the group of people who have relatively few magic weapons. In addition to the Sanpo Gourd, he only has the acquired magic weapon Huoyun Palace.
Zhen Yuanzi is better than him. The ginseng fruit tree and the book of earth are both innate, and the gap is not too big.
It is conceivable that as soon as the corpse-killing method appears, the battle for the innate magic weapon will immediately become apparent.
In order to be stronger than others, you must use innate magic weapons to kill three corpses, otherwise you will lose at the starting line, and it will be too late to catch up in the future.
"Three thousand years of preaching have passed. A million years from now, you can come to the Zixiao Palace and listen to the last chapter of Hunyuan Daoguo, the Great Dao Chapter." Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand, and it was the same as last time. Looking back, it was already here.
Beyond chaos.
"Daluo Jinxian, Quasi Saint, Saint, Heavenly Saint, Great Dao Saint!" Wu Ming stood outside the chaos, his eyes mixed with doubts, and thought to himself: "At this time, the ancestor Hongjun should be just a Heavenly Saint. This
"The Great Road"
Among the ancients, the most mysterious one is Ancestor Hongjun. His strength and origin have always been a mystery.
Before Hongjun started teaching about Zixiao Palace, no one knew who he was. As soon as he appeared, he became a saint.
Wu Ming's eyes were full of doubts, and he couldn't help but think of a legend.
According to legend, Ancestor Hongjun was a person from the previous era who came from the world of chaos and once competed with Pangu.
Later, Pangu used his supreme power to suppress Henggu and forcibly opened up a new era.
Ancestor Hongjun is the undead Chaos God and Demon, who reappeared after the death of Pangu Kaitian, or Pangu's death, is inextricably related to him, and stole the world that belonged to Pangu.
"Perhaps the legend is true, otherwise it cannot be explained why the first batch of creatures in the prehistoric era are so different from the ancestors of Hongjun. For example, the Sanqing, whether it is origin, wisdom, or luck, are among the creatures in the prehistoric era.
The best choice. But in front of Patriarch Hongjun, Sanqing is like a child who has not grown up. Is this really the gap that people of the same era should have?" Wu Ming's eyes were deep, and he was deeply concerned about this.
of doubt.
It is certain that people in an era will be strong and weak, but it is absolutely impossible to unify an era.
The first batch of creatures in the prehistoric era were born according to destiny. The top batch of people have almost the same overall quality, and everyone is at the same level.
Wu Ming made his own calculations, and even if he were allowed to go back to the time when he first entered the wilderness and transformed into a red cloud, he was not sure that he would be able to defeat Sanqing.
In this way, even if Patriarch Hongjun is a reborn person, it is impossible to widen the gap so much, unless he is a remnant of the previous era and has such a big gap himself.
"He was born as the Chaos Demon God. He was injured in a fight with Pangu, and he recovered after opening the sky. This is the only explanation." Wu Ming thought like this, and suddenly found that the surroundings were changing, and time seemed to have stopped.
The great supernatural beings around them all maintained their appearance, just like frozen photos.
Only the depths of chaos were unaffected, and a simple and unpretentious Taoist palace was squeezed out of the space little by little, with the three characters "Zixiao Palace" written on it.
"Come in, I haven't seen you for so many years, I thought you were dead and could never come back."
The door of Zixiao Palace opened, and standing at the door was an old Taoist in white, who could it be if he wasn't Hongjun.