Chapter 578: Chatting and Laughing, Group Attack
"This sermon ends..."
Zheng Fa didn't know how long it had been before he heard the last words of Taoist Hongjun's sermon. When he raised his eyes, he saw Taoist Hongjun's figure fall into nothingness and disappear directly in the Zixiao Palace.
The three thousand listeners in the audience bowed deeply on their cushions and expressed their gratitude.
Zheng Fagong saw Taoist Hongjun off without getting up. He just sat on the cushion and quietly pondered the content of what Taoist Hongjun had just said.
Although the cultivation methods of the First Era and today are vastly different, the core is similar. After listening to the sermon, Zheng Fa had many insights and inspirations in his mind.
At this moment, these chaotic thoughts were slowly flowing through his mind - he could record the content of Hongjun's sermon, but this flash of inspiration was fleeting.
In order to fully digest these insights, he simply sat still and slowly sorted out his thoughts.
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan and others did not understand what Hongjun said at all. They just felt their heads were empty, so they stood up early and looked at Zheng Fa in the crowd. Seeing that he seemed to have realized something, their eyes suddenly became deeper.
He thought for a moment, then walked over to the Golden-Winged Dapeng and said to him, "It seems that Shi Nandang has gained a lot from listening to the teachings this time."
The Golden-Winged Roc had gained almost nothing, and was already unhappy. Hearing this, his face turned even darker. He glanced coldly at Zheng Fa, then glared at the Lu Clan's Great Elder: "Who do you think you are? How dare you come and provoke me?"
The smile on the corner of the Lu clan's great elder's mouth froze, and he immediately said, "Do you all really want to see Shi Nandang seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi?"
As soon as he said this, the expressions of Gu God and White Bone Demon Ancestor also changed.
However, after hearing this, Taoist Zaohua turned and stared at Zheng Fa, who was still meditating. After a long while, he said, "If Daoist Fellow Shi Nandang can truly obtain this Hongmeng Purple Qi, I will be happy to see it happen."
No one seemed to have expected that Taoist Zaohua was so broad-minded, and they all looked at him in surprise.
The Lu clan's great elder sneered, "That's a nice thing to say. If Shi Nandang ranked before you, how could you still say that?"
"These are all my sincere words." Taoist Zaohua did not take it as an offense and continued to smile. "I even think that fellow Taoist Bai Lian can understand my words the most."
The Bodhi seed between Bai Lian's eyebrows from Leiyin Temple was covered with cracks, and he looked distressed.
He heard the Taoist of Creation mention his name and put the Bodhi seed into his arms. He then nodded to the crowd and sighed, "This seventh cushion is really hard to sit on. I think Donor Shi may not have this opportunity either."
"What's so strange about this futon?"
The Golden-Winged Roc seemed to be familiar with him and asked directly.
"The Taoist Master Zaohua and I were only inches away from the seven cushions in the first row, but this step felt like an insurmountable chasm."
His words made everyone even more confused.
Taoist Zaohua echoed, "My fellow Taoists, you only see me sitting at the front, but if I want to go further, it's different from you."
"How is it different?"
"Only those with great enlightenment, great virtue, and great perseverance can sit on the seventh cushion." Taoist Zaohua looked at the cushion and shook his head. "Once we sit here, we will understand the rules. This is not a seat that can be occupied by people who just listen to the teachings. Moreover, there is a major difference between the seventh cushion and the others."
The Lu clan's great elder asked anxiously, "What's the difference?"
"It's better to have nothing than to have something of poor quality." Taoist Zaohua flicked the whisk in his hand, seeming helpless and annoyed. "It seems that this cushion has been vacant since ancient times. If you don't meet the requirements, you will definitely not be able to sit on it."
“…”
The Gu God's gaze fell on Zheng Fa, and he murmured, "You mean, it's possible for us to do this? No one else can get the Hongmeng Purple Qi. No wonder you said you'd be happy to see it happen."
Taoist Zaohua smiled sincerely, "They are all people that Daoist Fellow Lu Yao trusts. The key is to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Who comes first and who comes later, what does it matter?"
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan and the Gu God exchanged a glance, still not believing that the Taoist Master of Creation could be so broad-minded, but they could not say anything else.
Taoist Zaohua, on the other hand, looked at Zheng Fa with anticipation, "We're all waiting here in Zixiao Palace, and we don't understand a single word you're saying. How can we talk about great enlightenment and great merit?"
"Take the six people in the front row, for example. Each of them exudes an unfathomable aura. If we can get a little guidance, even if we can't obtain the Primordial Purple Qi, it would still be an unparalleled opportunity. However..."
The others were also depressed. They really had no way to solve the problem of not being able to understand the words - in the Xuanwei Realm, they could use various spells and divine thoughts to solve this problem.
But this group of people are nothing but phantoms in Fusangmu's memory. It is hard to say whether they have consciousness or not, and where do their divine thoughts come from? No wonder the Taoist of Creation expects Shi Nandang to get the Hongmeng Purple Qi. He is afraid that he knows that he can't get it at all.
To put it bluntly, if you want to fight for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Hongmeng Purple Qi must appear first. In the current situation, it is useless to fight for it.
Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, a middle-aged man on the six cushions in the front suddenly turned around and said something to them.
“…”
The five powerful men on the other five cushions also looked at Taoist Zaohua and others.
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan felt goosebumps rising on the back of his neck - even though he knew that these six people were just phantoms, the deep aura on them and the gleam in their eyes made him realize his own insignificance.
More importantly, these six people could not only see them, the people from the future, but also speak to them.
The faint smile on Taoist Zaohua's face suddenly disappeared, and his expression was suddenly filled with excitement, panic and tension.
Everyone can understand his thoughts, and everyone has the same idea as him:
These six people with great supernatural powers can actually travel through time and communicate with them. Their strength is simply unimaginable.
If I could get a few pointers, it would be of great benefit to me in the future. Who knows, what they said might be related to the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
But the problem is - I don’t understand!
They had no idea what this middle-aged Taoist was talking about!
Not to mention the Taoist Master of Creation, even the Golden-Winged Roc was scratching his ears and cheeks, extremely anxious.
Seeing that they were silent, the middle-aged Taoist looked at them with obvious disgust. He stood up and walked out of Zixiao Palace.
The other five people also seemed to no longer be interested in them and seemed to want to leave Zixiao Palace.
"Senior, please stay!"
The Lu clan's great elder couldn't help but shout.
But the six people seemed to be deaf to his words and ignored him completely. Even the White Lotus monk couldn't help but shake his head in regret.
Just when everyone was about to despair, they heard a pair of incomprehensible words in their ears. The pronunciation of the words was strange, seemed a little awkward, and even stuttered.
When everyone looked back, they saw that Shi Nandang had finished his enlightenment, stood up from the cushion, and was saying something to the six people who were about to leave.
At the gate of Zixiao Palace, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Zheng Fa.
"He..." The Great Elder of the Lu Clan opened his mouth slightly, his expression full of disbelief. "He can understand? And can he speak?"
Jin Chi Dapeng and others also stared silently as they watched Zheng Fa walk towards the palace door.
…
Zheng Fa called out to the six people, even at the cost of revealing the fact that he could speak ancient languages, mainly for the Qiankun Ding.
The rules of the Nine Lights Heaven are special. Although they brought them back to the First Era, they were all illusions.
According to Zheng Fa's observation, in the Zixiao Palace, only the six people in front of him and Taoist Hongjun seemed to have intelligence. The others were like NPCs and could not even communicate.
If he wanted to obtain information about the spiritual materials and magical instruments on the Qiankun Ding, he could only try to deal with these seven people.
Even if there is no big gain, if you can understand the information of various ancient magical instruments and spiritual materials, it will be very helpful for analyzing the usage of the Qiankun Ding.
"Can you understand?" The middle-aged Taoist looked at him with great interest and asked, "Why are they so stupid? They can't even understand what I'm saying."
“…”
"Never mind, what's your name?"
"I am a new student who has never learned Zheng Fa, so I would like to ask..."
"My name is Tongtian!" Zheng Fa hadn't finished speaking when a young-looking man beside the middle-aged Taoist introduced him, "He is my second brother Yuanshi, and this is my eldest brother Taishang. Outsiders call us the Three Pure Ones."
When Yuanshi Taoist saw Tongtian interrupting, he looked speechless, but he didn't say anything. He just shook his head, as if he felt that his third brother was too lively.
The only woman among the six people smiled and said, "My name is Nuwa."
The other two Taoists, who were dressed a little strangely, also introduced themselves:
"Reception."
"Zhunti."
It really is these six saints!
Zheng Fa bowed to them one by one, and Yuanshi Daoist and others did not slack off and returned half a bow.
After passing on the name, Tongtian Taoist couldn't help but ask, "Are you... from the future?"
"As far as I know, that's the case..." Zheng Fa replied hesitantly, "But I don't know if what I know is true history."
To put it bluntly, this Zixiao Palace and these six people only exist in Jiuyaotian, and are even illusions. Who knows whether this is real history or fabricated by Fusangmu?
The Taoist Priest frowned, as if he had grasped something important, and said, "You mean that future generations won't know about our deeds?"
"...Yes." Zheng Fa's voice was very low. "In fact, people in later generations don't know your names."
The expressions of the other five saints changed slightly, as if they realized something. They looked at each other and fell silent.
The way they looked at Zheng Fa also changed. If they had been condescending before, now they were a little serious.
"So, there are some changes happening in the future that we don't understand..." The Supreme Taoist said slowly, "I wonder if fellow Taoist could tell me a little more about the future."
"sure."
The Supreme One thought for a moment, then shook his head gently and said, "This is the teacher's dojo, not a place for long conversation. I must return to Kunlun to comprehend what I have learned from this listening session. Why not invite fellow Taoists to Kunlun to discuss the Dao when the time comes?"
Zheng Fa bowed in response.
Taishang, along with Yuanshi and Tongtian, bowed solemnly to Zheng Fa again and said seriously, "Daoist friend, please don't break your promise."
After saying that, the three of them walked out of Zixiao Palace.
Zheng Fa watched the three of them leave when he heard a laugh: "Daoist Zheng Fa, I am also very curious about the future."
It was Nuwa who spoke, and Zheng Fa's attitude was even more respectful than before: "I will tell you everything I know."
Seeing his attitude, Nuwa raised her phoenix eyes, her smile deepened, and she nodded, saying, "Then, fellow Daoist, please don't mind me bothering you in the future."
After saying that, she smiled at Zheng Fa and left gracefully.
Jie Yin and Zhunti said similar things. Their words expressed their desire to know what the future would be like. Their attitude towards Zheng Fa was even more polite.
Taoist Zaohua and others behind Zheng Fa looked at him, who was like a fish in water, chatting and laughing in front of the six powerful men. Their expressions were different, and they all seemed to be thinking about something.
As the sermon ended, the Zixiao Palace gradually became empty. Zheng Fa and others flew out of the sky and landed back in the Taoist temple of Taoist Zaohua.
Everyone walked into the main hall in silence, and the Lu clan's great elder couldn't wait to speak: "Shi Nandang, how do you know the language here?"
When Zheng Fa looked up, he saw that the others were looking at him with sharp eyes, and they were actually surrounding him.
“I learned it by accident.”
"What a great opportunity!" The Great Elder of the Lu Clan sneered, "No wonder you made such rapid progress while listening to the teachings!"
Zheng Fa glanced at him, then looked at Jin Chi Da Peng and others.
The eyes of the Golden-Winged Roc were filled with coldness, and the Gu God and the White-Bone Demon Ancestor were also staring at him.
"Why, I shouldn't understand?"
"You deserve it." The Great Elder of the Lu Clan sneered, "But shouldn't you also teach us a lesson?"
Zheng Fa suddenly realized that this group of people all had the same idea.
A look of contemplation crossed his face, and the Golden-Winged Dapeng spoke: "Fate has always said that we are all His Majesty the Demon King's people, without distinction. If you truly regard us as your own, you should be completely open and honest. What do you think?"
The Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor nodded slightly.
The White Lotus monk also showed an expression of agreement, clasping his hands together and saying, "In this way, it would be a wonderful thing for us to study the ancient great way together."
Zheng Fa glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Then Master, why don't you lend me the Bodhi seed?"
The White Lotus Monk was stunned and opened his mouth, but was unable to answer for a moment.
"Shi Nandang, do you mean you don't want to teach us?"
The Great Elder of the Lu Clan said coldly.
"What if I don't want to?"
The eight deified statues of the Lu clan had already made a plan. They took their own magical treasures and surrounded Zheng Fa.
Taoist Zaohua spoke at this time: "Why bother taking action? If we are not careful, this Hongmeng Purple Qi will be beyond the reach of everyone."
"Can't get it?" The Great Elder of the Lu Clan sneered, "The eight of us have the lowest cultivation base and can't understand the sermons. It's impossible for us to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi!"
Zheng Fa frowned slightly.
This group of Lu people seemed to be ready to throw in the towel.
The problem is that the situation is really tricky now - he can not only understand the teachings of Taoist Hongjun, but also has some friendship with Nuwa, Sanqing and others. Maybe he can even figure out the spiritual materials and magic weapons on the Qiankun Ding.
He can get a lot of benefits from this Jiuyaotian illusion.
This group of people were determined to destroy themselves and their own people, and they really hit his weak spot.
He looked at the others and saw the Golden-winged Roc sneering at the side, while the others looked like they were enjoying the show.
"Hongmeng Purple Qi is the most precious treasure left by our Saint Ancestor." The Lu clan's Great Elder continued, "If my Lu clan can't obtain it, no one else needs to obtain it either."
(End of this chapter)
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