Zhao Gongming returned to camp victorious. Upon reaching the central army, Grand Tutor Wen was overjoyed to see Gongming's triumph. Gongming ordered Huanglong Zhenren to be hung on the banner pole as well. He then used a talisman to suppress Huanglong Zhenren's spirit in his Niwan Palace, making it impossible for him to escape easily.
In the camp, Grand Tutor Wen ordered wine to be prepared, and the four battle formation masters accompanied them. Meanwhile, Ran Deng noticed that the five immortals seated at Lu Peng were all injured, and they exchanged glances in silence. Ran Deng asked his fellow Daoists, "What object did Zhao Gongming use to injure you all today?"
The Grand Master Lingbao said, "We only know that it is very heavy and has two colors, yin and yang, but we don't know what kind of treasure it is. We can't see it clearly." The five people said in unison, "We only saw two colors, one black and one white, brush past. We don't know what it is."
Upon hearing this, Ran Deng was greatly displeased; suddenly he looked up and saw Huanglong Zhenren hanging from the banner pole, and his heart grew even more uneasy. The Taoists sighed, "It is we who are trapped in this calamity and cannot escape it. Now Huanglong Zhenren is suffering such a calamity, how can we bear it! Who can absolve him of his transgressions?"
Master Yu Ding said, "It's alright. We'll deal with it tonight." The other Daoists remained silent. Before they knew it, the sun had set in the west. Master Yu Ding bowed to Yang and said, "I would be grateful if you could lend me your help again and rescue Daoist Huanglong."
Upon hearing this, Yang laughed and said, "How dare I accept the title of 'Uncle-Master'?" He didn't offer any help, ignoring him completely. Around midnight, he transformed into a flying ant and flew to Huanglong Zhenren's ear, whispering, "Uncle-Master, your disciple Yang has been ordered to release you, sir. How about your spirit is released?" Zhenren said, "Remove the talisman from my head, and I will be free." Yang removed the talisman.
Zhao Gongming died at age 40
Zhao Gongming was half-drunk with wine, cheering and rejoicing, when Deng Zhong suddenly came to report: "Reporting to Master: The Taoist priest is nowhere to be seen on the banner!" Zhao Gongming calculated with his fingers and knew that Yang Guifei had rescued him. Gongming laughed and said: "If you leave today, how will you escape tomorrow!" At that time, the banquet ended at the second watch, and everyone went to their beds.
Two days later, Zhao Gongming rode his tiger out of the camp again, calling out to the Xiqi camp and specifically asking Randeng to come forward and speak. Randeng was somewhat worried when he saw Zhao Gongming's actions. Although he was a quasi-saint, he was only slightly more accomplished than Zhao Gongming. He felt somewhat pathetic as a quasi-saint, as his magical treasures were inferior to Zhao Gongming's, and even his magical power was inferior. The Chan Sect valued cultivation, while the Jie Sect valued magical power. Moreover, Zhao Gongming was a cultivator who had been around for quite some time, and his magical power was even more profound. Even Randeng felt that he was no match for him.
Randeng stepped forward and bowed, saying to Zhao Gongming, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I wonder why you hung Fellow Daoist Huanglong on the banner yesterday? This was truly inappropriate."
Gongming replied, “Fellow Daoists, you have gone too far in deceiving my sect! You know what I say, but I see what you say. Listen to me: Chaos never recorded the years, each person used their wondrous Dao to complete their true nature.”
Before the stars and the Milky Way existed, our party existed before the heavens.
Friend, you are a disciple of the Jade Void Sect of the Chan Sect; I am a disciple of the Jie Sect. Your master and my master were both secretly instructed by the same master, attaining immortality and becoming leaders of our respective sects. You hang Zhao Jiang from the canopy, treating our path as worthless as dust. You hang him with one rope, but you have half a rope; this is unfair. Don't you know: green bamboo with yellow beard and white shoots, scholar's cap and Taoist shoes, white lotus flowers.
Red flowers and white lotus leaves borrow from the green lotus leaves; the three religions are originally one family.
Ran Deng replied, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, when you signed the 'Investiture of the Gods,' were you at Biyou Palace?"
Zhao Gongming said, "How could I not know!"
Ran Deng said, “Since you know that your master once said that the names of the gods are sealed within the three religions, only to be revealed after death, your master's words are clear. You, my fellow Daoist, have come here today by concealing your own heart and acting against the will of Heaven; this is your own doing. We are all facing this calamity, and our fate is unknown. I, the Heavenly Emperor, have attained enlightenment, yet I am still unable to escape the mortal world. You, my fellow Daoist, are free and unrestrained, yet you insist on striving for fame and fortune. Let me tell you: Pangu cultivated for countless years, and the Yin and Yang energies existed in the primordial state.”
The skin is transformed by the stagnation of life force, and the essence within the essence is the life force of the body.
The Taoist priest who attained enlightenment through the Jade Elixir, with his six senses purified, gave birth to a celestial being.
"Trying to straighten one's heart, even if it seems righteous, will only lead to wasted effort and a fall into an abyss."
Zhao Gongming was furious and said, "Am I not as good as you? Let me tell you: I can make Mount Sumeru turn over and reverse the rotation of the sun and moon."
After Heaven and Earth gave birth to me, what mysterious sects and moral immortals appeared!
After Zhao Gongming finished speaking, Ran Deng said, "Fellow Daoist, your reputation is misleading. How about we have a match?"
Zhao Gongming angrily said, "Fine, I'll do as you say, so you can see the true Dharma of the Shangqing School of Jie Sect." After saying that, he picked up his whip and went to fight Randeng.
Randeng also took out the Qiankun Ruler to fight Gongming. After several exchanges, Randeng was no match for Gongming. Why? It was because most of the people in the Jie Sect cultivated magic power and physical supernatural abilities. Although Randeng had the cultivation of a quasi-saint, he was no match for him. In close combat, he was no match for Gongming. After thinking about it, Randeng took out the Purple Gold Bowl and threw it at Gongming. This treasure was given to him by the Daoist Zhunti. It was an acquired spiritual treasure with twenty-seven layers of restrictions.
Seeing the purple-gold bowl hurtling towards him, Zhao Gongming slapped his head, revealing the Three Flowers on his head, and blocked the bowl. He then raised his whip to strike at Ran Deng, who blocked it with his ruler. Ran Deng then unleashed a golden light from his hand, attacking Zhao Gongming. Zhao Gongming was about to block the bowl again and was caught off guard, so he was struck by Ran Deng and staggered back a step. Ran Deng laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, you should return to Mount Emei to cultivate, lest you get involved in the mortal world's killing calamities and all your cultivation become nothing but a pie in the sky."
Gongming was struck by him and, after hearing Randeng's words, was furious. He shouted, "Do you think you're the only one with magic weapons? Let's see what the true lineage of the Jie Sect has to offer!"
With a pat on his head, the Yin-Yang Beads appeared. Randeng's heart skipped a beat, sensing a strong connection between this treasure and himself. Before he could think further, Gongming struck the beads at him. The black and white beads flashed, and Randeng, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground. Fortunately, his cultivation was profound, and he had attained enlightenment through a coffin, making his body quite resilient; otherwise, he would have been injured by the blow. Before he could get up, the Yin-Yang Beads struck again. Randeng cried out and fled. Zhao Gongming didn't chase after him, but laughed loudly behind him, "Old thief, you escaped quickly! The Chan Sect's Great Law is indeed powerful." The Shang army burst into laughter, making the Xiqi side lose face.
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