Chapter 42 Cramming
Lao Tzu, the Primordial Heavenly One, pretended not to hear it.
If you want a seat, come early. If you come late and there's no seat, it's your own fault. No matter how much you cry, we won't give it to you.
"What are you crying for? Are you wailing?" Kunpeng said irritably. "The Northern Sea is the most harsh and impoverished place in the primordial world. Even he didn't dare to cry there. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans weren't as badly treated as you were when they were wiped out."
Nuwa was moved to tears, but giving up her seat was out of the question. Nuwa thought to herself: "Even my brother doesn't have a seat. If anyone should give up their seat, it should be to my brother. Who do you think you are? I can only apologize to you."
Hongyun couldn't sit still any longer. A surge of compassion welled up within him, fueled by his emotions and desires. Furthermore, the futon had been rejecting him, which was another reason he couldn't sit still. "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, please sit here..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhunti immediately rushed over and pushed Hongyun, who was still standing on the futon, out of the way. "Then thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Hongyun."
Hongyun was left standing there dumbfounded, shaking her head until she finally came to her senses. "Zhen Yuanzi, I..."
Zhen Yuanzi was momentarily lost in the atmosphere of Zhunti's guidance and brewing, and as soon as he came to his senses, he saw that Hongyun had been squeezed out.
Zhen Yuanzi was kind-hearted by nature. Although he was unhappy, he did not show it. He just sat down next to Hongyun with a gloomy face.
As soon as Zhunti sat down on the futon, he immediately turned his face and scolded Kunpeng, "You who have not yet fully transformed, what qualifications do you have to sit with us? Get up at once!"
Kunpeng glanced at him, closed his eyes and remained silent, focusing all his attention on suppressing the futon. Although he was sitting on the verge of falling, his perseverance was commendable, and he had endured the hardship until now.
Suddenly, Yuanshi spoke up: "What right do you, creatures born from moisture and eggs, covered in fur and horns, have to occupy this futon and listen to the Dao in the same hall as me?" Yuanshi had been full of anger since earlier, but Tongtian, being perceptive, had already kept quiet and minimized his presence.
Kunpeng, on the other hand, was getting along very well with Dijun. Yuanshi, who knew that there was no hope of taking Changhao back to Kunlun Mountain, not only gave Tongtian a cold shoulder, but also hated Dijun, the culprit, to the core.
All the creatures in the main hall that were born from moisture and eggs, and had fur and horns, were furious. Their faces turned red and their necks bulged as they glared at Yuanshi with hostility.
The angel gave Yuanshi a meaningful look. His second brother, looking around the entire hall, saw mostly those creatures you mentioned, born from moisture and eggs, with fur and horns. If they attacked him as a group, the three brothers alone would really be no match for him.
“Fellow Daoist Yuanshi,” Dijun glared at Yuanshi, “I, the Three-Legged Golden Crow of the Sun Star, am not as noble as you, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi. I too am born from a wet egg and have fur and horns, but I am not one to be looked down upon by you. Let’s have a proper talk after we leave Zixiao Palace.”
"Fine, whatever you want to say, I'll be there for you." Yuan Shi's face was full of malice as he looked at Di Jun, wishing he could skin him alive to vent his hatred.
Di Jun was suddenly startled. Yuan Shi hated him to the bone. This was going to be difficult.
Kunpeng, his face flushed red from Yuanshi's sarcasm, couldn't contain himself and stood up, rolling up his sleeves. "Fellow Daoist Dijun, why bother with more words..."
Zhunti's eyes lit up, and he and Jieyin, in perfect harmony, worked together to "invite" Kunpeng off the futon, and Jieyin took the opportunity to sit down.
Kunpeng was ushered off the prayer mat, and for a moment he didn't know who to blame. He was so angry that his head was spinning. "Hey, you are not human children!!!"
Chang Hao's mind went blank for a moment. Kunpeng's eloquence was terrible; he was so angry that he could only force out this sentence.
"Have you learned it?" Hongjun asked abruptly.
Chang Hao stared in disbelief. What had he learned? What was he going to learn?
“The spiritual veins of the West have been severed, with less than one in a hundred remaining,” Hongjun said earnestly, staring at Chang Hao. “Do not get too involved with them.”
There is a destiny at play. Since those two Taoists have already sat on the prayer mats, let it be so. The karma they owed will be repaid by the two saints. Sainthood is not given for nothing. From now on, the West will be their responsibility.
"Since the Western spiritual vein has been severed, where will the spiritual energy continue to flow?" Chang Hao's eyes were bright. Energy is conserved. The primordial world was fine. The West, apart from being barren and having little spiritual energy, was also fine. So, naturally, it had been reconnected.
Hongjun never expected that Chang Hao would be able to figure out the destination of the spiritual vein. He stared at Chang Hao for a long time, then slowly uttered the word "Eastern," and stood up leisurely, "It's time, let's go."
If we don't go to the main hall soon, the two from the West might not be able to sit still on their prayer mats. How are we going to transfer the debts he owes in the West?!
Chang Hao stared at Hongjun's retreating figure, feeling that the guy was up to no good. The East had taken the spiritual veins that belonged to the West, how would it repay them? No wonder the East produces such great figures.
Hongjun appeared on the cloud couch. Even after Chang Hao and Yaochi sat on opposite sides of the cloud couch below, he was still thinking about this question. Dongfang always made Chang Hao feel familiar, like a second hometown. Over time, he naturally developed feelings for it and it was inevitable that he would develop a preference for it.
The grand hall, which had been brewing a storm, fell silent instantly. Looking up, they saw a Taoist priest in purple robes with white hair sitting on a cloud-shaped couch. The crowd could not make out his appearance, but felt a sense of awe and reverence, and dared not look him in the eye. They were instantly captivated.
The two attendants seated below were one exceptionally intelligent and graceful, and the other lovely and adorable.
Looking again, they couldn't discern the cultivation levels of either of the boys, but based on Chang Haolu's earlier display of skill, they could guess that their cultivation levels were above their own. They were all shocked. If even the boys were unfathomable, then what about the sage Hongjun, who was their master? The crowd lowered their posture and became even more respectful.
The gates of Zixiao Palace closed the moment Hongjun appeared on the cloud couch. Those who arrived later were naturally unable to enter Zixiao Palace, let alone hear the Dao.
"The seats are ordained by Heaven, and cannot be changed in future sermons." Hongjun's indifferent voice rang out. As a sage, his words were law, and the crowd obeyed without question, keeping his words in mind and daring not to refute them, responding in unison.
"This sermon will focus on the path of the Great Luo Golden Immortal... (that is, how to cultivate from the Golden Immortal level to attain the Great Luo fruit, and how to reach the peak of the Great Luo and break through to the next level)."
The teachings of sages are all-encompassing, profound, and extensive.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, heavenly flowers rained down, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, auspicious energy filled the air, and a strange fragrance wafted through the air. Furthermore, merits descended, and Daoist texts manifested.
The top followers of the Primordial World were completely absorbed in this group, learning from and supplementing their own cultivation methods, becoming deeply engrossed in the Great Dao, and diligently memorizing the words of the sages in order to gain insights in the future. Some even broke through the bottlenecks that had imprisoned them for a long time on the spot.
Styx, Kunpeng, and the others felt the demonic sound piercing their brains, causing them to become agitated and then numb. Gradually, their eyelids grew heavy, and they fell into a deep sleep. However, they could not find peace even in their dreams. Hongjun's words were extremely penetrating, surrounding them in their dreams, infiltrating every nook and cranny, making it impossible for them to have any peace.
Houtu forced herself to stay awake; she was the hope of the entire clan, and she couldn't afford to sleep.
Chang Hao inwardly facepalmed. "I'm speechless," he thought. "Is this what you call preaching? How many people can actually gain anything from it?"
It means losing a lot of one's own understanding of the Dao, using cramming teaching, no interaction, no detailed breakdown, only an outline, and violently breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
To sum up the breakthrough to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in one sentence, it is about finding your own Dao. If you cannot find your own Dao, you will never have any hope of breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
The only thing with any real substance was how to break through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm and achieve the Daluo Golden Immortal status, as well as his mention of alchemy, weapon crafting, formations, and so on.
Chang Hao's soul wandered to the heavens, occasionally seeing Yaochi digest the Golden Lotus of Merit, he would secretly cut off a lotus and feed it to Yaochi.
Soon, a thousand years passed, and Hongjun stopped his sermon, saying, "This sermon ends here. The second sermon will be held at Zixiao Palace three thousand years from now." As soon as he finished speaking, the three people in front of the hall disappeared.
Everyone bowed and addressed Hongjun as "Teacher" before leaving Zixiao Palace.
Apart from the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, everyone else secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this sermon was nothing short of torture for them.
"Zhen Yuanzi, will you come again next time?" Hongyun's face was numb. The entire spiritual platform was filled with Hongjun's continuous output of three thousand years of theory. Three thousand years was not enough to digest. Even another thirty thousand years might not be enough to digest it.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com