Chapter 21: Golden Lotus of Merit
◎Three thousand disciples◎
This voice echoed in Jie Yin's mind like a devil's low hum. He was so overjoyed that he completely overlooked one thing. When he heard this voice, it suddenly rang out, and the hand that he stretched out to take the Twelve-Level Golden Lotus of Merit suddenly shook like a sieve.
To be honest, this voice was neither unpleasant nor scary, but rather extremely clear and melodious, causing many monks in the hall to smile knowingly:
You are finally here!
There is no doubt that the Purple Cloud Palace will give the Hongmeng Purple Qi to the Three Pure Ones this time. After all, the three of them are more than enough to beat everyone in the palace in terms of talent and strength, which makes people convinced.
Nuwa and Kunpeng are fine, although they belong to the demon clan, they are also the most powerful in the prehistoric world, so it is barely acceptable.
But what are these two people in the West? They are just two poor relatives who come to the East to beg for money all day long. They have no manners, no manners, and no shame. Although they are strong, there are more people who are stronger than them. How can they get the Hongmeng Purple Qi and become the disciples of Daozu?
There were many people who couldn't stand it, but most of them didn't dare to question it in front of the Taoist Patriarch. As Zhunti Jieyin's old enemy, he lived up to expectations and spoke in such a spotlight: "Wait a minute, fellow Jieyin."
Kong Shuang was both an enemy and a creditor, so he deservedly stood up in this situation, smiling gently and amiably: "Fellow Daoist Jie Yin, do you still remember the agreement we made before?"
I choose not to remember! Jie Yin, who was at the peak of his life, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, leaving him with no tears to cry.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Kong Shuang continued, "More than 20,000 years ago, I gave you a cushion. You said you were poor and promised to repay me with a magic weapon in the future. Could it be that you forgot?"
After hearing this, Hongjun raised his eyebrows and looked at Jie Yin, as if asking if what Kong Shuang said was true?
All the monks in the hall witnessed this incident. Jie Yin dared not deny it and could only admit it with a bitter face.
He was about to speak when he was interrupted by Kong Shuang, who said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you forgot, the more than 3,000 people present are all warm-hearted and will remember it for you!"
Jie Yin was unable to express his pain, and said with a resentful smile: "Daoyou are joking."
At this moment, Tongtian, who had been watching for a long time, stood up and bowed to Hongjun, saying: "Teacher, I remember this matter. Junior Brother Jieyin did make this promise."
Unexpectedly, the high and mighty Tongtian would call himself his junior brother, which made Jieyin feel both painful and happy.
Kong Shuang did not expect Tongtian to speak for her in public. She was a little surprised and looked at Tongtian.
Based on her understanding of Tongtian, she could guess that his face should have an expression of watching a show, but Tongtian was not as she thought. His eyes were unconventional and casual, but at this time they were serious and fearful, and even his face was gloomy.
I don’t know who he is afraid of?
This time, Yuanshi did not dislike Tongtian for acting on his own initiative. Instead, he was very sure of his approach. The two bald guys in the west were really unpopular. Not to mention Tongtian, even he could not stand it.
With Tongtian taking the lead, the others who enjoyed watching the show also followed suit, and a small number of people felt sorry for Kong Shuang. If it weren't for the cushion that Kong Shuang gave you, you, Jieyin, would have been so lucky to become a disciple of the saint and obtain the Hongmeng purple energy.
Not only did he not thank Kong Shuang, he even wanted to shirk his debt.
But the others all followed suit, only Hong Yun shouted: "Fellow Daoist Jie Yin, are you trying to shirk your responsibility?"
Zhen Yuanzi covered his mouth, and Kong Shuang looked at him with disappointment.
I asked you to help speak, but I didn't mean for you to be so direct. It would have been fine if you just said a few words with the others, but you have to say it so bluntly. The one who owes you karma is Zhunti, not Jie Yin. Jie Yin can still seek revenge.
Jie Yin's face darkened, then paled further. Seeing that he was about to become the target of public criticism, Hong Jun spoke up, "Jie Yin, what do you say?"
That was the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit, an innate treasure that could be used as a magic weapon to attack people and suppress destiny. How could he be willing to give it to it? Jie Yin suppressed his anger and acted as if he had no choice:
"Teacher, I am naturally willing to give this treasure to Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, but this is something that you have given me. If I give it to you, I am afraid it would be disrespectful to you."
This is their usual skill. How could Kong Shuang let them succeed when they act like white lotus?
She continued, "Fellow Daoist Jieyin, your words are wrong. Since you are now a disciple of the Saint, if you go back on your words, wouldn't that only bring disgrace upon the Saint? This would be the greatest disrespect to the Saint."
Hongjun listened carefully and felt that what Kong Shuang said made sense. He nodded and said, "Well said!" He looked at Jie Yin again and said, "You don't have to be shy about me. Just do it yourself."
Jie Yin almost vomited blood. He held down Zhunti who was pulling his arm and said with tears in his eyes, "Since the teacher has agreed, this treasure will belong to fellow Daoist Kong Shuang."
Zhunti opened his eyes wide in disbelief. The teacher did not insist that Jie Yin send the magic weapon. Besides, it was not necessary to give it to him. He could give it to him later when he had it.
But Jie Yin was more proud than Zhunti, so he knew that if he failed to shut Kong Shuang's mouth this time, he would have no face to survive in the prehistoric world.
Kong Shuang stood up and walked forward with a smile, accepted the Twelve-Rank Merit Golden Lotus, and said, "Thank you, Daozu, and thank you, Daoist Fellow Jieyin."
Zhunti glared at him, and Jie Yin felt a pang of pain in his heart. He forced a smile and said, "Not at all, not at all. Thank you for the gift of the cushion."
His original intention was to provoke Kong Shuang. After all, the cushion represented the Hongmeng Purple Qi. No matter how important the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit was, it was not as precious as the Hongmeng Purple Qi. He didn't believe that Kong Shuang would not regret it.
Unexpectedly, Kong Shuang waved his hand generously and said, "No problem. That cushion is destined for you, and now I have also obtained the magic weapon. We can settle the payment between you and me, and neither of us will lose out."
Kong Shuang said this very beautifully, and many people present secretly gave her a thumbs up. Kong Shuang looked like someone who would suffer a loss if she was offended, but she was righteous and awe-inspiring, able to bend and stretch, and she lightly brushed off the matter, which showed that she had integrity.
Such a person could contribute no more to the prehistoric world than those two if he obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi...
Kong Shuang, who had hidden her merits and fame, walked past the Three Pure Ones and couldn't help showing off to Tongtian proudly. However, Tongtian didn't even look at her. Instead, he stared at Kunpeng on the other side with a cold expression.
Kong Shuang was stunned for a moment and left.
After resolving the dispute between Kong Shuang and Jie Yin, Hongjun gave Zhunti the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree on which she could hang her magic weapons, which was also an innate treasure.
Zhunti took it up with great excitement, but encountered a problem. He had too few magic weapons. Not to mention hanging all the magic weapons on the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, even if he put all the low-grade ones together, he could not hang even half of them.
Moreover, he was going to become a saint in the future, so it would be embarrassing to put all those miscellaneous things on it. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree could only be hung with his companion magic weapon, the Six Pure Bamboos, which looked extremely pitiful.
He wanted to complain to his brother, but when he saw Jie Yin's painful expression as he felt sorry for the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit that he had lost, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
After distributing magic weapons to his new disciples, Hongjun did not forget his own disciples. He called the Three Pure Ones forward and began to distribute magic weapons to them. The magic weapons given to the Three Pure Ones were all selected by Hongjun based on their personalities:
Laozi was good at divination and alchemy, and Hongjun gave him the Tai Chi diagram. Yuanshi was a law-abiding person, and he got the Pangu Banner.
As for his young disciple Tongtian, he was best at formations, and since he had a casual personality, Hongjun gave him the four most powerful Zhuxian swords and the formation diagram, saying, "Once this formation is unleashed, it will take more than the Four Saints to break it."
Of course, the premise that it cannot be broken without the Four Saints is that Tongtian himself had already become a saint when he set up the formation.
However, this still made the others gasp in surprise. Putting aside whether Kunpeng could preserve the Hongmeng Purple Qi, there were a total of six people who became saints, two of whom were Tongtian's brothers. This meant that under the Taoist Ancestor, Tongtian was invincible.
When Kong Shuang heard Chang Xi's comment, he curled his lips and said, "That's not necessarily true. Who said that an older brother can't hit his younger brother?"
The last sermon ended almost perfectly. After accepting disciples and distributing treasures, Hongjun was just about to let the rest of them go to the Treasure Fenyan to find treasures by themselves, but Kong Shuang raised his hand again with a hundred thousand questions in mind.
"Is there something I still don't understand?"
Zhen Yuanzi pulled Kong Shuang's sleeve with a dark face and asked, "Why are you so nosy? How many times have you interrupted the Taoist Master?"
Kong Shuang remained unmoved and looked at Hongjun.
Hongjun glanced at Kong Shuang and asked, "What's the matter?"
Kong Shuang glanced at Kunpeng, who was frozen in his seat, bewildered, and asked, "The Saint has seven Hongmeng Purple Qis, so why does he only accept six disciples? Does the Saint only accept disciples who have achieved sainthood?"
Hongjun showed no sign of impatience and said with a smile: "Kunpeng and I do not have a proper master-disciple relationship. Besides, everyone present has also listened to my teachings and has a master-disciple relationship."
His meaning was very clear. All of you three thousand monks have heard my teachings. Do I want to accept every one of you as my disciples?
Unexpectedly, Kong Shuangxi, who was always smart and wise, smiled and knelt down shamelessly as if he had lost his mind. He said in surprise, "Thank you so much for teaching me, teacher!"
Zhunti was dumbfounded. For the first time, he realized that Kong Shuang was even more shameless than himself.
After hearing this, Yuanshi couldn't help but look sideways, and he paused and paused at Kong Shuang before turning back. He was surprised to find that a faint smile appeared on the face of his unfortunate brother who had been miserable for almost thousands of years.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Great! Tongtian was finally back to normal.
With Kong Shuang's kneeling, the other cultivators came to their senses. Although Hongjun would not really regard them as formal disciples, they still had some desire to listen to his teachings. They also knelt down and said in unison: "Thank you, teacher, for your teachings!"
Hongjun, who suddenly had three thousand more disciples, was somewhat surprised. After a long while, he raised his hands and lifted everyone up: "No need to be polite."
Kong Shuang did not expect that his kneeling would directly give Hongjun three thousand disciples.
Now that he had three thousand disciples, and the treasures of Fenbaoyan had been properly distributed among them, Hongjun spoke again: "This lecture is over. From now on, I will reside in Zixiao Palace permanently and will not leave unless it is a major event. You all will..."
Before he finished speaking, another voice came from among the monks: "Disciple also has something to ask..."
A sentence flashed through everyone's mind: Is it over yet? Can the Taoist Master finish his words?
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