Rumor has it that those who discuss Taoism are recognized by the Taoism Forum, and after winning the championship, the Taoism Forum itself will give rewards.
Of course, this is just a legend, because there has never been a reward in history. Over time, people almost forgot about this matter, and only regarded the forum as a proctoring tool.
Now the divine light behind Long Chen's head trembles, and three light groups appear in front of him, which are the legendary Shinto rewards. The rewards given by this ancient artifact are definitely treasures.
Long Chen was surprised and happy that there was such a good thing. Looking at the three light groups, Long Chen understood at once that he had to choose one of the three.
Long Chen didn't hesitate and stretched out his hand directly to the light group in the middle, because he believed that he would definitely choose the worst one.
"Buzz"
Long Chen's big hand reached into the light ball, but he didn't touch anything. Suddenly, there was a stinging pain in his palm, and Long Chen instinctively retracted his hand.
As soon as Long Chen retracted his hand, the three light groups disappeared instantly. Long Chen found that a thunder symbol was imprinted on the palm of his hand.
The rune flashed for a few times and then slowly disappeared, and then a name appeared in Long Chen's mind:
"World-Destroying Thunder"
Long Chen's heart was beating wildly. The Taoist forum did not give him a physical object, but taught him an ancient thunder method. This was a thunder method that Long Chen had never come into contact with. It was called the world-destroying method. In fact, it was not about following the
Like the World-Destroying Fire Lotus?
Seeing the surprised and happy expression on Long Chen's face, countless people felt jealous, especially those old people who talked about Taoism. Their eyes were all red and they wanted to rush up and tear Long Chen into pieces.
The competition on Taoism was over, but on the Taoism stage, the divine light did not dissipate and circulated around Long Chen, making Long Chen like a god descending into the world and blessed with auspiciousness. Although his clothes were shabby, they could not hide the nobility and grace in his bones.
"Third Master, I would like to ask you, as a practitioner, how can you keep yourself from losing at the starting line?" A strong man in the audience stood up, saluted Long Chen, and said respectfully.
The Taoism Competition is over, but the Taoism Conference is not. This is the time for the champion to give a lecture, giving guidance to everyone. Others can ask questions to the champion, but there is no reward and punishment system for the questions and answers at this time.
At this time, Long Chen put away the chair, instead of crossing his legs, he sat cross-legged on the ground, his body upright, and his face gradually became more sacred.
Long Chen said: "In this world, there is no starting line at all, they are just a group of people with ulterior motives and fooling around.
The road of life is not about who can run fast or handsomely, but who can run farther.
Some people walked on foot, some rode horses, and some took flying boats. Because of the different directions, speeds, and angles, the scenery they saw was also different.
I have said before that there is no such thing as the other side. Although hiking is slow, you can see the scenery that others ignore and have more time to calm down and realize it.
As your spiritual realm improves, the fairy road is filled with mist, but you can have an extra pair of eyes and see further.
Although the flying boats were fast, many of them were blindly fast, and I don’t know how many people were killed directly on the cliff."
"It's nonsense. People start running when they are born. If they run slowly, they will be trampled to death.
In the spiritual world, the jungle prevails, and the strong are respected. If you are weak, I can kill you and plunder all your wealth. How can I have time to show you the scenery? It's really funny." A eliminated Taoist sneered.
As soon as the man spoke, the strong men present nodded. What this man said did make sense.
If you don't run as hard as you can, you won't even be able to protect your life, and there will be no enlightenment at all.
"You are the one talking nonsense. You are at a higher level than me, but do you believe that I can chop off your head within three moves." Long Chen sneered.
When Long Chen said this, the whole place was in an uproar. He was indeed Mr. Long. His tone was too crazy. That old man was a powerful person in the Divine Lord Realm.
"You...you are so narrow-minded that you are not worthy of being a mentor." The old man was shocked and angry, pointing at Long Chen and cursing.
Long Chen sneered: "You have a lot of cultivation, but no actual combat power. How dare you speak arrogant words even if you are a weakling?
Let me ask you what is the starting line? Who draws the starting line? Is everyone on the same line? Who gives the orders? Can it be fair?
Put monkeys, elephants, tigers, crocodiles, and turtles together, draw a line, and there is a big tree in front of it, and then say: 'For the sake of fairness, whoever climbs the big tree first will be the champion?'
It’s simply nonsense. Everyone has their own areas of expertise. There are tens of millions of practicing methods. How can we draw the same starting line?
It's the same seed. Some bloom first, some bear fruit first, and some never bloom and bear fruit. Are those that don't bloom and bear fruit useless? Are they lost at the starting line?
If it doesn't bloom or bear fruit, who can guarantee that it won't be a towering tree? In the short term, just because it lags behind others doesn't mean it can't come first.
For those who are lagging behind in cultivation and have poor talent, who can guarantee that one day they will not be able to make a name for themselves through accumulation of effort? It seems that such examples are not uncommon in history, right?
Like Han Yinglie, the Nine-turn Heavenly King, Lu Qingkong, the Netherworld Ghost Killer, Wan Liyi, the Patriarch of Baihua Valley..."
Long Chen named more than thirty names in one breath and sneered: "Which of these people was not mediocre in talent at the time and was looked down upon by others, but they came up from behind, founded a sect, and became a famous figure throughout the ages?
Again, running fast is not the goal. In the end, it depends on who can run further. If you don’t even understand this, how can you still have the nerve to be a mentor? You are simply misleading your disciples.”
Faced with the old man's ridicule, Long Chen was not polite and directly fought back without leaving any room.
"It's nonsense. Those who practice Taoism must maintain the vigor to overcome obstacles and the determination to move forward bravely. The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. You are giving yourself an excuse to be lazy, wasting your practice, and will mislead countless people.
You are not worthy of being a mentor." Someone in the crowd cursed, and that person was none other than Ji Li of Jiuhua Sect.
"It's really funny. You still have the energy to overcome obstacles and the determination to move forward bravely? If you gather your strength and walk around the world with your strength, it means that you are a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. How dare you talk about strength and determination?
Regarding the dojo, among all the instructors except me, which one of you has no authority?" Long Chen sneered.
"You, a rookie in the Divine Fire Realm, are you qualified to have a Shinto weapon?" Ji Li sneered.
Only those who are powerful in the Divine Sovereign Realm can condense the Shinto **. In the fairy world, condensing ** is almost the choice of most powerful people in the Divine Sovereign Realm, because one more ** is sometimes an extra life.
A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Long Chen's mouth: "Idiot, don't you know that sex is the obstacle that prevents you from ascending to the Immortal King?"