"There is something mixed together, and a great mist arises. It is something indescribable, so I forcefully call it 'Tao'!"
"The Tao is nameless, formless, and shadowless, but it also has a name, a path, and a trace! Therefore, if you say it is big, you can say it has passed away; if you say it has passed away, you can say it is far; if you say it is far away, you can say it is nothing!"
"That's why the Tao of Nothingness is the Tao, and the Tao is Nothingness!"
"The great road uses all things as the oven, and the heavenly way uses all living beings as the refining principle! The great road pregnant with the heavenly road, the heavenly road pregnant with the law, the law pregnant with the aura, the aura pregnant with all living beings! Therefore, the Tao has no permanent appearance, and is always the way of doing nothing!"
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The preaching of saints is naturally different from that of ordinary people.
Most of Hongjun's head was covered with a jade plate of creation, and his originally illusory face became ethereal this time.
In the huge Zixiao Palace, golden flowers were everywhere, and golden lotuses surged from the ground. Countless small lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, and were sucked into the bodies of the guests in Zixiao Palace.
As the saying goes, everyone has his or her own fate, Li Qingming was extremely confused at this time. On weekdays, when Hongjun preached to Sanqing, he would follow him and go to listen to the sermon. As for what Hongjun was preaching now, he didn't know
I have listened to it so many times. At this moment, I am so upset that I can’t even hear a word.
Helpless, Li Qingming opened his eyes and glanced around.
The faces of Sanqing are all peaceful, with a smile hanging from the corners of their mouths. Think about it, Sanqing was originally transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, and was born with great fate, coupled with his understanding of Pangu's arrival. No matter how many times he listens to it, he will naturally
They all enjoyed it with gusto.
Further down are Nuwa and Fuxi. Nuwa sometimes frowns and sometimes smiles. With her peerless face, it is quite pleasing to the eye.
Fuxi was different, his frown never relaxed, and there seemed to always be something he couldn't figure out.
Look at Zhunti and Jie Yin again. I don’t know if they really understand, or if they don’t know how to pretend to understand. They are both shaking their heads and smiling. Jie Yin’s usually extremely painful face actually relaxed a bit.
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This actually made Li Qingming astonished.
Turning around here, he accidentally glanced at the corner of the wall, and his expression changed. He actually caught sight of two people who could never sit together.
Who do you mean?
In Naxi Niuhezhou, there is a strange mountain called Wanshou Mountain. There is a temple in the mountain called Wuzhuang Temple.
In this Wuzhuang Temple, there is a plant with ten innate spiritual roots, called Cao Huan Dan, also called Ginseng Fruit.
Ginseng fruit blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, matures only after another three thousand years, and can only be eaten after ten thousand years. In these ten thousand years, only thirty fruits are produced. The appearance of the fruits is similar to that of children under the age of three.
All limbs and five senses are complete. If you are destined to smell the fruit, you can live 360 years; if you eat one, you can extend your life to 47,000 years.
This ginseng fruit tree was created by heaven and earth and took shape.
This person who appeared in form had a tall figure, a beautiful beard with three locks of hair on his chin, and a childlike face. He named himself Zhen Yuanzi.
There is another strange place in this ancient land. After the death of the great god Pangu, the milk flavor was transformed into his belly button.
After the death of the great god Pangu, his navel turned into a sea of blood. The sea of blood was tens of thousands of miles in radius, where waves of blood rolled, the smell filled the sky, fish and shrimps were not happy, and birds and insects could not come. All the evil spirits of heaven and earth gathered here.
, called "Sea of Netherworld Blood"!
This sea of blood gave birth to several Yuan Hui. A young man in blood robes, holding the innate spiritual treasure Abi, Yuan Tu emerged in form. He named himself Taoist of Styx.
At this moment, in the west corner of Zixiao Palace, Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He were sitting next to each other. Sometimes they frowned, sometimes they laughed, but they all gained something.
After preaching like this for more than a thousand years, Hongjun suddenly stopped and said: "If the Dharma is not taught to the six ears, if the Tao is not taught, it is inhumane!"
Immediately, a stream of colorful light came out of Hongjun's hand and headed straight for Buzhou Mountain in the prehistoric continent.
"squeak!"
A deafening cry resounded throughout the world.
Hongjun glanced at the ancient continent and continued to preach.
Sanqing calculated silently for a long time to no avail, looked at each other, and fell helplessly into the Taoist rhyme again.
When Li Qingming arrived, his mind moved and he remembered a fragment from the novel in his previous life.
"There are five immortals in the Zhoutian: heaven, earth, humans, gods, and ghosts; there are also five insects: cockroaches, lins, hairs, feathers, and kuns. There are also four monkeys who are mixed in the world and do not fall into the ten categories! One of the monkeys
, the name is the six-eared macaque. If this monkey stands alone, it can know things thousands of miles away. Therefore, this monkey is good at listening to sounds, can detect things, know the front and back, and everything is clear. Could this be the six-eared macaque? "
Li Qingming had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and suddenly thought, wouldn't it be a happy thing if he could bring all the four monkeys in the world under his tutelage!
Thinking of this, I laughed out loud.
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More than a thousand years passed like this.
On this day, Hongjun suddenly stopped preaching.
Everyone who was addicted to the Great Dao suddenly woke up. In the past three thousand years, and the first thousand years, Hongjun only talked about the principles of the Great Dao. Except for some powerful people who had reached the level of Daluo Jinxian or above, the rest were like falling clouds.
It was so foggy that I could only memorize it by rote and leave it to be understood later.
In the remaining two thousand years, Hongjun explained the basic avenue. In the last few years, he only talked about the Taiyi realm. Even all the powerful Taiyi people in the Zixiao Palace felt that they still had something to say. This feeling was very
Uncomfortable.
On the other hand, all the ancestral shamans, except Hou Tu, Xuan Ming and Zhu Jiu Yin, actually fell asleep heartlessly and started shouting.
At this time, the Zixiao Palace was extremely silent, and the sudden call naturally attracted all the guests from the Zixiao Palace to look over.
The three Houtu people immediately felt very ashamed on their faces.
Hongjun raised his eyelids and forgot about the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said expressionlessly: "Three thousand years have passed, and this sermon is over. Let's go back and sort out what we have learned this time. One thousand years later, Zixiao Palace
Open it again! Just wait and go!"
Everyone prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted: "Teacher, be merciful!"
Then everyone slowly exited the Zixiao Palace.
Li Qingming didn't have time to stay in Zixiao Palace and listen to Hongjun's teachings. So he said goodbye to Yangmei, Sanqing and others, broke through the chaos and headed straight for the ancient continent.
At the southern foot of Buzhou Mountain in the prehistoric continent, there is a forest.
I saw the gurgling water in the mountains and forests, the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the rich aura filling the entire mountain stream. The fragrant Yao grass, the garden full of melons and fruits, the fragrance of immortality is astounding; the waterfalls are splashing, the creeks are gurgling, and the rainbows are forming bridges; look at the mountain peaks with purple clouds and strange peaks.
The protrusions and jagged rocks are just like the morning sun drinking dew.
What a beautiful scenery, it’s like a paradise on earth!
When Li Qingming arrived at this mountain, he used his soul to carefully scan every cave and every giant tree in order to find the monkey injured by Hongjun.
He did not believe that the six-eared macaque could heal his injuries in more than a thousand years. It was even less likely that anyone would dare to accept this six-eared macaque as his disciple.
Hongjun's words, "The Dharma is not taught to the six ears!" frightened many Taoist cultivators away. Let me ask, Taoist ancestor Hongjun strictly prohibited people from teaching the Dharma. Who would dare to pass on his Taoist and magical powers?