"Dang!" The bell rang, and the sound of the Dao in the temple suddenly stopped, and the Dao flower golden lotus that was constantly falling also dissipated into the void.
"The sermon of thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three years has been completed. Do you have any questions?" Above the temple, the cold and majestic voice of Taoist Hongjun sounded.
"We would like to thank our ancestors for their kindness in teaching Taoism." A group of monks quickly stood up and saluted.
On the futon, Taoist Hongjun closed his eyes slightly, and everyone looked at each other. Zixiao Palace suddenly became quiet. However, he did not expect that after the second lecture in Zixiao Palace, the saint would actually answer his questions alone, but no one dared to bring it up. Worried
My question was too simple and disappointed the saint.
"Do you have any questions?" Daozu Hongjun's voice sounded again, and everyone's hearts trembled, and they did not dare to speak out.
Just when everyone was feeling uneasy, Taiqing Laozi stood up on the futon in front of him, bowed respectfully to Taoist ancestor Hongjun, and said, "May I ask the teacher, what is a saint?"
"Boom!" As soon as I finished speaking, the breath of all the great masters in the ancient world couldn't help but stagnated, and huge waves were set off in their hearts. Since Hongjun became a saint, countless great masters in the ancient world have become more curious and yearning for the saint. Even everyone present is just for the sake of it.
Those who came from the realm of saints all focused their eyes on Hongjun. Even Di Jiang and other ancestral wizards who had never cared about Hongjun's avenue were staring at Hongjun closely at this time, for fear of missing a word.
"In the ancient world, the Dao of Heaven is supreme. It governs all living beings in the world and coexists with the ancient world. The saints have their souls placed in the Dao of Heaven, so they coexist with the heavens. They are not affected by cause and effect. They have endured countless calamities and are not destroyed, so they are undefeated. The saints can act on behalf of Heaven.
With the help of the great power of heaven and earth, in the ancient times, the saints were the most powerful and exercised the authority of heaven. All the saints are ants." Hongjun said calmly. The sentence "all saints are ants" instantly shocked everyone below.
"Thank you, teacher, for clarifying my doubts." I always looked calm and indifferent, as if even my status as a saint could not stir up the slightest disturbance. I bowed and sat back on the futon again. As for the realm of saints, as a Pangu Sanqing, I
The pride in my heart is no less than that of the ancestral witch, and I firmly believe that sooner or later I will achieve the status of a saint.
"May I ask the teacher, after the three corpses merge into one, does it mean that you have broken through to the realm of a saint?" I returned to the futon, and Yuan Yuan immediately stood up, bowed and asked.
"Boom!" The original words once again ignited a crowd of great powers. You must know that the quasi-sages present, except for the ancestral witch of Dijiang, all followed the three rules passed down by Hongjun Zixiao Palace during his lecture.
The quasi-sage realm of the corpse's enlightenment method was related to the enlightenment, which immediately shocked everyone.
Hongjun's holy eyes opened slightly and he looked at the people below. Even if it was just a saint's gaze, everyone immediately felt a terrifying coercion coming down. It was as if the saint's gaze came suddenly and went away quickly. Hongjun closed his eyes again.
Close your eyes and the pressure disappears instantly.
Hongjun's calm voice sounded again.
"Saints are related to the movement of heaven, so there are several saints. The three corpses combined into one are the sub-sages but not the fruit of Hunyuan Dao."
After a pause, Hongjun continued: "Only when the soul and true spirit rely on the way of heaven can one achieve the status of a saint."
Without waiting for others to ask questions, Tongtian immediately stood up and asked: "Teacher, how can the soul and true spirit rely on the way of heaven."
Hongjun continued to answer: "After the quasi-sage cuts off the two corpses, he can refine the Hongmeng purple energy, and then he can place his soul on the way of heaven and obtain the status of saint."
"May I ask the teacher, what is Hongmeng Purple Qi?" Di Jun asked.
"In the past, when the heaven and earth were born, the way of heaven was born. The heaven and earth gave birth to nine rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi, which brought with them the original breath of Heaven's way and served as the foundation of the avenue. Only by refining the Hongmeng Purple Qi could one open the shackles of Heaven's way and send a wisp of one's own divine soul and true spirit into the world.
The way of heaven makes a saint of Hunyuan." Hongjun said.
"What!" Everyone present was shocked when they learned that Hongmeng Purple Qi only had nine paths.
"Please, Master, have mercy on me and grant me the Hongmeng Purple Qi." As a great hero of the generation, Di Jun stepped forward directly in front of everyone, knelt down and begged Taoist Hongjun to grant him the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
"Please, Teacher, have mercy on me and grant me the Hongmeng Purple Qi." Seeing this, everyone hurriedly knelt down and prayed. Suddenly, the entire hall was full of prayers, and only Di Jiang and other ancestral wizards stood there with frowning eyebrows.
Hongjun opened his eyes, looked at the kneeling monks below, and sighed: "That's all, I am the number one saint in the world. I should obey the destiny and pass on the holy throne."
"Thank you, Daozu, for your mercy." After hearing this, everyone was overjoyed.
"There were originally nine paths of Hongmeng Purple Qi. I used one of them to become a saint. On that day, the Chaos Demon God Yang Mei took one of them to attain enlightenment. Now that I am the ancestor of Xuanmen, there must be six saints under me."
"Six Saints?" Kunpeng and Hongyun were shocked. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that the six seats in front of them were related to the Holy One.
"Hongyun! If I lose my holy throne because of this, I will fight you to the death!" Kunpeng glared at Hongyun at this time, resentful in his heart. If it weren't for Hongyun giving up his seat that day, which made him lose his futon, otherwise the third person ahead would
Those in a row must have their own place.
Time goes back to the day when Zixiao Palace lectured. Kunpeng relied on his own speed to directly pass by everyone and grab a futon in the first row. Hongyun also grabbed the last futon next to Kunpeng. However, he did not want to mention it accurately.
Because she missed the futon, she cried out that she wanted to live or die.
"Brother, we have come all the way from the west and want to see the saint's face, but we don't want to lose even a seat."
"Yes, junior brother, I thought that we would ignore the dangers, but now we have this end. It's sad and painful!" Jie Yin said with a face full of pain.
However, even if everyone present did not come out of the bloody storm, and their hearts were as solid as stone, there was no way they could be swayed by a few words from Zhunti Zhunti. Seeing that he was ignored, Zhunti suddenly became heartbroken and cried:
"Senior brother, let's just forget about it and crash to death in this hall today."
After saying that, Zhunti was about to hit the jade pillar on the side.
"Why are you doing this, fellow Taoist?" Hongyun, who was used to being a good old man, instantly softened his heart. He didn't even think about whether a powerful Daluo Jinxian who wanted to commit suicide would still need to hit the jade pillar? He actually stopped Zhunti and gave up his seat to
Li Zhunti.
"Thank you, Taoist brother." Seeing that such a fool really existed, Zhunti sat down on the futon, and then said to Kunpeng beside him: "Fellow Taoist, my two senior brothers came all the way from the west.
Come on, my senior brother doesn’t have a futon to stay in. Brother Tao, why don’t you give up the futon to my senior brother?”
But Kunpeng is not a good old man like Hongyun. He snorted coldly and said: "Huh, why should I give up my seat to you? It's not enough for you to get a futon and you want to peek into my seat. It's ridiculous."<
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However, Hongyun, who had given up his seat before being greeted by Zhunti, ignored the obstruction of his friend Zhen Yuanzi behind him and said directly: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, Fellow Daoist Zhunti has come all the way, why are you here?"
You can be so rude, this hall is so spacious, it is just a futon, why should you be stingy, fellow Taoist, and you have lost the face of Eastern monks like us."
"You!" Kunpeng immediately glared at Hongyun, but he didn't want to be attacked by the lead behind him, so he pushed the futon down directly.
At this time, in the Zixiao Palace, Hongyun's intestines were filled with regret. That was a holy throne! Zhen Yuanzi on the side also quickly came to Hongyun's side to prevent Kunpeng from rising.