Chapter 575: Time Travels Back, Last Place
Except for Taoist Zaohua, everyone else in the main hall had a confused look on their faces.
But the reasons for being confused are quite different.
What the Golden Winged Dapeng and the others were thinking was: What is the Hongmeng Purple Qi?
Zheng Fa was thinking... Who the hell is Lu Yao? How could he possibly have such a treasure?
As if pleased by the expressions on their faces, Taoist Zaohua laughed.
The Gu God frowned slightly and asked, "What kind of treasure is this Hongmeng Purple Qi? What magical powers does it have?"
"I told you, I don't know either." Taoist Zaohua shook his head. "There's only one thing I'm sure of."
"What?"
"Daoyou Lu Yao once said that the primordial purple aura symbolizes the supreme and supreme position of heaven and earth."
Upon hearing this, the main hall fell into silence. Even Zheng Fa had to admit that if this Hongmeng purple energy was really as he thought, then this sentence was indeed correct.
"The Supreme One of Heaven and Earth..." The Great Elder of the Lu Clan spoke in a low voice, and could not help but look around at everyone with a vigilant look.
A hint of fierceness also flashed across the face of the Golden-Winged Roc.
Zheng Fa was secretly alert. Although this group of people did not know the name of Hongmeng Purple Qi, they could clearly understand the power of this treasure and were naturally more hostile to others.
All of this Taoist's ideas about stopping fighting seem difficult to achieve.
But Taoist Zaohua seemed not to notice the wit in their eyes, and the smile on his face deepened.
At this time, a Lu Clan Divine Transformation said, "If that's the case, why didn't the Holy Ancestor come and get it himself?"
"He tried." Taoist Zaohua answered simply, "He just didn't have the opportunity."
The Lu clan member who asked the question immediately turned grim. "Even the Saint Ancestor, with his overwhelming power, couldn't obtain this Hongmeng Purple Qi. How can we..."
Zheng Fa also nodded secretly in his heart. To put it bluntly, this group of people were all Lu Yao's men. Why should they take the treasure that even Lu Yao couldn't get?
Even Zheng Fa himself is very self-aware. He still has a huge gap compared to Lu Yao.
Seeing that everyone looked unconfident, the Taoist of Creation said quietly:
"First, to obtain this Hongmeng Qi, one cannot rely on fighting, or even any magical powers."
"Secondly, Fellow Daoist Lu Yao only sent us to give it a try. He..." At this point, Daoist Creation added a hint of awe to his tone, "He has never been obsessed with any treasure."
Even Zheng Fa couldn't refute this.
He had also dealt with Lu Yao indirectly several times. Needless to say, this man's talent and strength were undeniable, and his character was indomitable.
After reincarnation for the third time, he was about to attain enlightenment when he was slashed by the sword of Venerable Tianhe and turned around to enter the Leiyin Temple.
He was forced to retreat by Emperor Jiuyou in the underworld before, but he did not show any signs of decline and seemed to be still making plans in Beizhou.
Even though they were enemies, Zheng Fa had to express his admiration.
"What do you mean by not relying on fighting techniques?"
The Gu God asked.
"It's not that we don't rely on fighting, but that we can't fight."
"What's the meaning?"
"Because the situation in Jiuyaotian is special."
Naturally, everyone was even more confused.
"Look."
Taoist Zaohua pointed outside the temple, and everyone turned around and looked down the mountain, and then a look of surprise appeared on their faces.
The earth, which was scorched just now, is now full of beautiful mountains and rivers.
Looking into the distance, the continent of Jiuyaotian seemed to be much wider, and the end could not be seen for a moment.
A big city appeared at the foot of the mountain. The city was bustling with traffic and merchants, and it was a scene of prosperity.
On the distant green hills, immortal men and women were riding on clouds, and their laughter could be heard faintly.
"who are they?"
"Fellow Daoist Bai Gu, don't be anxious."
Seeing the expectant expression on the Taoist's face, Zheng Fa knew there was something strange going on and couldn't help but take a closer look.
This observation made him feel shocked and he blurted out, "Is time going backwards?"
A family in the city was wearing mourning clothes. An old man was lying in the main room, already dead. Beside the bed, his filial sons and grandsons were kneeling, crying to the sky.
Then, the mourning hall gradually disappeared, and a middle-aged man walked out. His face was about 60% similar to the old man lying on the mourning bed. He seemed to be going out to make a living. Behind him, his wife was holding their son's hand, reluctantly seeing him off.
Zheng Fa watched him on his wedding night, watched him grow up into a little boy, played at the entrance of the alley, and finally, watched him be born.
Later, even the city at the foot of the mountain disappeared, leaving only a desolate area outside of civilization.
Only their mountain stands still in time.
"Why is this happening..."
The voice of the Bone Demon Ancestor has always been hoarse, but at this moment, Zheng Fa could hear that he was really nervous.
Zheng Fa raised his head and looked at the nine golden crows flying from west to east.
"Friend Shi, you have good taste." Seeing him like this, Taoist Zaohua praised him, "This is the memory of the Fusang tree."
"memory?"
"Daoyou Lu Yao passed down the altar in order to control these nine golden crows, make them fly backwards, and allow Fusangmu's memories to reappear."
"So that's how it is..." The Great Elder of the Lu Clan murmured, "Is this the arrangement of the Holy Ancestor?"
"No, it's a test given to us by Fusomu."
"Trial?"
Everyone couldn't help but look at the Taoist Master Zaohua, and heard him say, "The Fusang tree has its own way of selecting those who are destined to be with it."
"We...are going to the First Age?"
The Gu God suddenly realized.
"Yes, the First Era." Taoist Zaohua nodded. "I don't know exactly what we will encounter, but Fellow Daoist Lu Yao seems to have glimpsed the First Era and told me that the fate of the Hongmeng Purple Qi was already determined by heaven."
“…”
The crowd became more and more confused as they listened, but the White Bone Demon Ancestor sneered, "You said so much, but I don't believe it!"
Taoist Zaohua turned his head and looked.
"With so many secrets and such a treasure, why are you telling us?"
Everyone looked at the Taoist of Creation, feeling confused and even very alert.
"I said, we are all Daoist Fellow Lu Yao's people."
No one spoke.
"Well, because the First Age we're going to is fake."
"Of course we know it's fake!"
The Bone Demon Ancestor said impatiently.
Zheng Fa also agreed in his heart. To put it bluntly, what they wanted to enter was the memory slice of Fusang Tree, not a real return to ancient times.
"The Fusang tree has fallen, and this space and time are now extremely fragile."
“…”
The Bone Demon Ancestor was stunned for a moment, then he understood: "Can't withstand the aftermath of the battle?"
"That's right."
No wonder this Taoist priest of creation wanted to stop fighting as soon as they met.
According to this theory, if this group of people fought at will, it would easily break this illusory space and time, causing everyone to lose this opportunity.
Taoist Zaohua shook his whisk and scanned everyone's faces one by one. "What do you all think?"
After a moment of silence, it was the ferocious-looking Golden-winged Dapeng who spoke up: "I have no objection."
The White Lotus monk from Leiyin Temple smiled kindly and said softly, "I don't like fighting. This is very good."
The others also nodded slightly.
We are all here to eat, who wants to smash the pot?
Even the great elder of the Lu clan deliberately avoided looking at Zheng Fa at this moment.
Zheng Fa also nodded, and he was naturally looking forward to it.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Taoist Zaohua seemed extremely happy and said with a smile: "My fellow Taoists, you are all true cultivators who understand the truth. I don't have much to offer you if you come to my temple."
He pointed to the jade box on each low table and introduced it attentively: "I just made a few pills myself, just to show my courtesy."
Everyone looked at each other, and the White Lotus monk clasped his hands together, thanked the Taoist Master Zaohua, and gently opened the jade box in front of him.
The others looked over secretly, their faces changing color.
Inside the jade box lay a baby with fair and rosy skin!
But the baby was no longer than half a palm, with his eyes closed and long eyelashes covering his face. His limbs were like lotus root nodes, round and fleshy.
The White Bone Demon Ancestor let out a hoarse laugh: "Is this the pill you made?"
Taoist Zaohua also opened the jade box on his desk, pinched the baby between his index finger and thumb, gestured to Zheng Fa and others, and said, "This is the Herbal Pill, which is my unique recipe. It was made with the magical herbs in my temple. It has infinite benefits after consumption."
After saying this, he opened his mouth, and his two rows of cold teeth, like a guillotine, cut off one of the baby's arms in front of him.
"Wow!"
A shrill cry of pain came from his fingertips, but he pretended not to hear it. He chewed the little thing into pieces and swallowed it in a few bites, with a satisfied expression on his face.
Seeing that no one else moved, he grinned, his gums stained with white debris, and urged Zheng Fa, "Eat! One of these Herbal Pills will increase your cultivation by a thousand years!"
Zheng Fa looked down at the jade box, not even intending to open it.
Not only him, no one in the hall took a bite. Even the Gu God, who loved to eat people the most, seemed a little picky at this moment.
It's certainly not that she doesn't want to eat people, but cultivators have some good habits since childhood. The most important one is that when you go out, don't eat the pills given by others.
This Cao Huandan looks too strange, and the mind of this Taoist of Creation is even more unpredictable. Who wouldn't be careful?
Seeing how vigilant they were, the Taoist of Creation shook his head, feeling deeply saddened: "You have no eyes, no vision!"
He did not force the crowd, but shouted:
"Qingfeng! Take the Grass-Returning Pill back and keep it safe."
"yes!"
Qingfeng walked in from the doorway with Mingyue, holding the jade box on the table, swallowing his saliva and saying, "Master, can I..."
"Greedy! The next batch will be enough for you!"
"yes!"
Watching the two Taoist boys leave the main hall, Zheng Fa was a little surprised. It sounded like this Cao Huandan was really a good thing?
As a result, the atmosphere in the main hall became cold. Even the landlord, Taoist Zaohua, seemed to be angry and stopped talking.
Everyone sat in the hall, watching the nine golden crows in the sky passing through the sky again and again, and the wind and clouds in the Nine Lights Sky changing constantly.
No one knew how long it had been, but nine golden crows suddenly stopped in the sky, roaring in unison, and spreading golden light that fell on the earth.
"Here I come."
Taoist Zaohua stood at the door at some point, looking up at the sky with an eager gaze.
Zheng Fa looked down at the ground and was secretly surprised. There was no trace of civilization on the ground, not even people. There was only dark and vast forest and fields covered with weeds.
The fairy mountain in the distance, where immortal men and women had just lived, was now shrouded in a powerful demonic aura.
Although he knew that everything in front of him was an illusion, Zheng Fa had a feeling that the monster in the mountain was stronger than the golden-winged Roc!
Is this the ancient fairyland?
Why does it feel a little wrong?
Just when Zheng Fa was puzzled, a magnificent voice suddenly came from the sky:
"I am Hongjun, born at the beginning of chaos. I obtained the Jade Disc of Creation, which revealed the mysteries of the Great Dao. Now, I feel that the beings of the prehistoric world are ignorant and unaware of the destiny, so I will hold a lecture in Zixiao Palace, passing on the method of Hunyuan and imparting the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Dao. Anyone who is predestined is welcome to come and listen."
Zheng Fali stood in the main hall, feeling confused. Where did he come from?
Looking up, I felt the chaos from the sky pressing down on me. The chaotic energy kept surging, like a pot of boiling black rice porridge.
Suddenly, a purple light appeared from the sky and landed in front of everyone. It looked like a corridor.
Everyone in the hall was still hesitating, but the Taoist of Creation seemed to have been prepared. He flicked his whisk and said without looking back, "I will go ahead!"
After saying that, he flashed and flew into the purple light, staggering and flying towards the chaos.
The others looked at each other, the Golden-Winged Roc sneered, spread its wings, and flew into the chaos, with the White Lotus Monk following closely behind.
Zheng Fa no longer hesitated and followed Gu Shen and others into the area covered by the purple light.
He just felt like someone was holding up his legs and pushing him forward from behind.
Passing by the rolling chaotic air, Zheng Facai saw a towering and ancient palace.
The palace gate was wide open. There were no beams or pillars in between, only three thousand cushions floating in the air. In the front, purple air lingered under seven cushions, making them look noble and extraordinary.
Most of the cushions were occupied, and nearly three thousand powerful people who were listening to the sermon seemed to be waiting for them.
Zheng Fa understood clearly that this was not the real scene of the sermon in Zixiao Palace, but an illusion created by the Fusang tree - otherwise how could they be so bold?
This group of people is a bit like NPCs. Zheng Fa and the other fourteen are the players. Only when they arrive does the sermon begin.
Just as he was thinking, a huge force suddenly came from behind him. Zheng Fa staggered and fell on an empty cushion.
Looking up, this cushion was almost at the end, closest to the temple door.
As soon as he sat on the cushion, a message came into his sea of consciousness, and Zheng Fa immediately understood - what position he could sit in, one depends on his current cultivation level, and the other depends on his understanding of the content of the sermon. In simple terms, it is what cultivators call Taoism.
He looked ahead, and sure enough, Taoist Zaohua and the others were much closer to the front than him.
The Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor were both in the middle section, the Golden-Winged Roc was almost at the first thousand, and the Taoist of Creation, for some reason, was actually sitting behind the seven cushions.
What surprised him even more was the seat of the White Lotus monk - he was actually next to the seven cushions, and the two people in front of him were also dressed as monks.
The three golden-winged Rocs relied on their own cultivation.
This Taoist priest of creation was truly unfathomable, and Zheng Fa simply couldn't see through him. This person had revealed too many secrets, which made people even more wary.
But this Bai Lian... is he someone with connections or is he extremely powerful?
As for himself, after all, he had not yet achieved enlightenment, so he could only feel wronged and almost sit at the bottom of the table. He turned around and suddenly laughed.
The eight gods of the Lu clan were sitting behind him, staring at him with dark faces.
Seeing him laugh, the Lu clan's great elder said coldly, "Shi Nandang, don't be so complacent! After we listen to the teachings, we'll see who's ahead and who's behind!"
Zheng Fa smiled lightly and didn't bother to answer. He just turned around and looked at the seven cushions.
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan was right about one thing. It was probably the rule set by the Fusang tree that the position of the cushions was not fixed - after each listening session, they would be rearranged according to the person's cultivation and comprehension.
Until three sermons...
Zheng Fa stared at the seven cushions in the front. Six of them already had owners, and he could only see their backs.
And the last one is empty.
Only the person who finally sits on the seventh cushion can obtain the Hongmeng purple energy.
It was not until now that he understood what Lu Yao had said - the Lord of Hongmeng Purple Qi was already predestined by heaven.
Zheng Fa only felt that the memories of his early years were attacking him: This trial really doesn’t focus on fighting, it focuses on his damn test scores, and the ranking is public!
(End of this chapter)
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