Chapter 18: The Way to Sanctification
◎ Kong Shuang: Oppose involution◎
Jie Yin and Zhunti have been having a hard time these days. Ever since Lingshan was split last time, the originally barren West has become even more barren. The two of them are fine as they have high cultivation levels and can endure it, but their precious disciples have low cultivation levels and cannot lack resources for cultivation.
Although he doesn't have many disciples, they can be counted on ten fingers.
So the two of them began the arduous journey of repairing Lingshan. Lingshan had been split and could not be closed again, but they could not expose the spiritual veins to the outside. They could only use magic power to cover Lingshan, blocking the spiritual energy that was overflowing and preventing it from leaking out.
However, this method consumed a huge amount of magic power. The two were exhausted and had no choice but to go into seclusion. Going into seclusion together caused another problem, and they almost became late.
The two who arrived late saw Kong Shuang chatting and laughing with everyone as soon as they entered Zixiao Palace. He seemed to be the center of attention. Zhunti was dissatisfied on the spot and felt extremely unbalanced. Why can you enjoy yourself here and look at handsome guys while we two brothers have to work ourselves to death?
Zhunti was not as patient as Jieyin, and rushed straight towards Kong Shuang in anger. Kong Shuang was naturally unwilling to be outdone. When he saw Zhunti's expression, he immediately smiled like a flower: "Daoist Zhunti, long time no see, it seems that your injuries have healed."
Zhunti thought of the excruciating pain of his own mouth being torn apart, and became even angrier. He stared at Kong Shuang with a wrinkled face. In the past, when Kong Shuang's cultivation was not as good as theirs, she always avoided them when she saw them. Now that her cultivation has improved and she is more confident, she is so disdainful of them.
"Kong Shuang, you split our Lingshan Mountain, and you still dare to smile here? You really don't care about us two brothers."
Seeing Zhunti coming over, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi stood in front of Kong Shuang. Taiyi saw Zhunti's revenge and calmly took out his Donghuang Bell...
Kong Shuang felt a sudden pain in his head. He glanced at Tong Tian, who was looking at him with great interest and a look of watching a show. He sighed and saw the real mastermind behind the scenes.
"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, do you think too highly of me? We've known each other for many years, but don't you understand me? How could I possibly have the ability to split your sacred mountain?"
Looking at the three bodyguards in front of Kong Shuang, especially Taiyi who was holding the Donghuang Bell, a great ancient killing weapon, Zhunti did not dare to vent his resentment no matter how great it was.
Taiyi is a three-legged golden crow, born with the fire of the sun god. Now that he looks unfriendly to him, he feels as if he is in a raging fire and is about to be roasted. Therefore, he dare not speak.
Kong Shuang hinted again: "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, think about it carefully. Besides me, have you offended anyone else? Has your senior brother also offended anyone else?"
Although she didn't know how the two Westerners had offended Tongtian, it was obvious that the two still thought they were very popular and had no other enemies except her, Kong Shuang.
Zhunti was indeed as she thought. Jie Yin on the other side rolled his eyes. He had thought about it before. Kong Shuang had just entered the realm of Daluo Jinxian, and was seriously injured. How could he have the ability to split Lingshan?
After all, no matter how fragile Lingshan is, it is still the number one fairy mountain in the West.
He slowly began to think, besides Kong Shuang, whether he had offended anyone else. This thought made him break out in a cold sweat. The two of them had offended too many people...
There are countless people whose magical herbs, magic weapons, and even disciples have been robbed by them, but Kong Shuang is definitely in the leading position on the list because it was Kong Shuang herself who was robbed!
Jie Yin looked at Kong Shuang who was surrounded, pulled the sad-looking Zhunti and left dejectedly. Regardless of whether Kong Shuang was the real culprit behind the scenes, if they fought now, they would not be a match for Kong Shuang and his gang.
Kong Shuang smiled as he watched Zhunti being taken away by Jie Yin and taken back to their cushions. After Zhunti sat down dejectedly, he even greeted Tongtian next door and could not help but hold his forehead with his hand.
The murderer you have been looking for for a long time is right in front of you, but you still treat him as a good person.
Not long after the two men from the West sat down, Hongjun came in. This time the pressure was even greater than before. Some cultivators with low cultivation levels were unable to breathe, and even Kong Shuang felt a little chest tightness.
She heard Hongyun muttering softly, "Why does Daozu seem different from last time?"
Kong Shuangwei raised his head invisibly and glanced at Hongjun who was sitting on the lotus throne. If he guessed correctly, Hongjun had already merged with the Way of Heaven, and now he should be the Way of Heaven.
Although Hongjun's gaze towards the cultivators was cold before, there was still some emotion in it, especially when he looked at the Three Pure Ones, who were like his own sons, there was real emotion. But now Hongjun looks at everyone in the same way, as if everyone is an ant.
As if he noticed someone was looking at him, Hongjun looked at Kong Shuang. For a moment, she felt a suffocating feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on her head. She hurriedly lowered her head deeply, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
After everyone had exchanged greetings, the strange pressure disappeared and Hongjun began to preach.
As soon as he started, the monks below took out their little notebooks in unison, as if they had rehearsed it beforehand. Kong Shuangshuang looked around and found that even the Wu clan was not surprised.
She guessed that the Wu clan must have inquired about everything in advance and made full preparations.
Compared to the previous two sermons, almost everyone brought a small notebook, even the Three Pure Ones who were given special treatment all day were no exception. Kong Shuang, who brought about the trend of internal circulation, was the only exception. Among the crowd, he stood out.
Chang Xi poked her quietly and whispered, "Kong Shuang, Daozu talked about the way to become a saint. Why didn't you remember it? Did you forget to bring your notebook? I can lend it to you."
The corners of Kong Shuang's mouth twitched, and he wanted to yell, "Remember it for real! No matter how clearly you remember it, you can't become a saint. The position of the saint has already been decided, and it has nothing to do with them, the runners-up."
If it wasn't for the subsequent treasure distribution at Fenbao Rock, she wouldn't have come!
Hearing Chang Xi's words, Hong Yun turned to look at her, his face pale, and he hugged the small notebook tightly in his arms: "You should remember it yourself. I want to study the way of the sage carefully, so I can't lend it to you."
Kong Shuang rolled his eyes when he heard this and almost spit out blood. Who cares about your notes? Can you summarize the key points? Can you draw inferences from one example? Can you write out the essence of the way to sainthood?
If I want to borrow notes, I’ll borrow those from the top students. Who would care about a poor student like you?
Kong Shuang wanted to question Hong Yun with her invincible three-question combination, but she received glances from all directions. Even Daozu glanced at her frequently, and she also received the message in the eyes:
Is this person stupid? She doesn't even listen to the teachings of a saint. Doesn't she want to be a saint?
Kong Shuang: I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense!
Under such circumstances, Kong Shuang could only be forced to take out his little notebook with difficulty and lower his head in humiliation.
Let’s oppose internal circulation and start with me!
After this small disturbance, the hall returned to silence. Hongjun's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, and he finally spoke: "The path to sainthood has three paths."
Everyone sat up straight and listened attentively, afraid of missing a single word.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
