But the Taoist had his eyes slightly closed at this moment, and no sound came out, so it didn't look like he was preaching.
Lihua and Zhuang Yantong walked respectfully to the crowd and waited for a long time, but they only saw the crowd moving forward but did not hear any preaching.
At this time, Lihua couldn't help but ask a monk in front of her, "Didn't you say you were going to give a sermon? Why isn't there a sermon?"
The cultivator in front turned around and glanced at the two of them, then smiled and said, "Daoist Master Hongjun said that if we were to preach, it would take years to finish. The Cangqiu Demon Clan Ceremony is just around the corner, so we won't talk about ordinary things."
"Oh? Not the usual way?" Lihua and Zhuang Yantong exchanged a glance, then asked, "Then how do you preach?"
The cultivator said respectfully, "Everyone can ask Daoist Master Hongjun a question about cultivation, and Daoist Master Hongjun will personally answer it."
Upon hearing this, Lihua and Zhuang Yantong's eyes lit up at the same time. Isn't this much better than preaching? Everyone listens to preaching, but some people understand it while others don't. Even those with high levels of Taoism can understand it while those with low levels can't. There's still a gap.
But it would be much fairer if everyone asked a question about cultivation and had it answered personally by Taoist Master Hongjun.
"Please line up first, fellow Taoists. It will be your turn soon." After the monk in front said this, he turned around and concentrated on queuing.
Lihua and Zhuang Yantong quickly found an empty space and stood there to form a line. Behind them, many more cultivators came to the stone platform one after another.
After about two incense sticks of time, it was finally Lihua and Zhuang Yantong's turn. However, there were thirty people in their row, and in front of them were thirty light gates formed by immortal lights.
I saw the thirty light gates lighting up with fairy light one after another, and then monks kept walking out of the light gates. Some of them had solemn expressions, some frowned, some smiled, and some looked solemn. All kinds of sentient beings were revealed one by one.
"It's your turn." The heavenly soldier on duty in front of the light gate said to Lihua and others.
Lihua asked, "Which door should we enter?"
Tian Bing smiled and said, "Whatever, any door will do."
Lihua nodded, then stepped forward with Zhuang Yantong and walked into a light gate.
Then Lihua only felt a flash of white fairy light before her eyes, and then the sounds of clear streams and wind blowing through trees seemed to ring in her ears.
"It turns out to be a pear tree fairy." When Lihua heard this voice, the white fairy light in front of her eyes disappeared instantly, and then she found herself on a bright and pure fairy mountain, and Taoist Master Hongjun was sitting cross-legged under an ancient pine tree.
Lihua quickly bowed to Daoist Master Hongjun and said, "Little Fairy Lihua, I pay my respects to Daoist Master Hongjun."
Daoist Master Hongjun waved the whisk in his hand and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Upon hearing this, Lihua pondered for a moment, then bowed and said, "What I want to ask is how to not be afraid of gold and fire."
Taoist Hongjun smiled, looked at Lihua and said, "You were originally a pear tree demon who became an immortal. You practice the wood-type Taoist method. Is that right?"
Lihua bowed and said, "Yes, Master."
Taoist Hongjun nodded slightly, then stroked his beard and said, "If you want to be fearless of metal, you can practice the 'Iron Wood' method. If you want to be fearless of fire..." Taoist Hongjun shook his head and said, "Then I will lend you a poem."
Lihua immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."
Taoist Master Hongjun said slowly, "The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year. Wildfires cannot burn it all, but it will grow again with the spring breeze."
Lihua's face was filled with confusion. She raised her head and wanted to ask again, but she found that Taoist Hongjun had disappeared. "Is the iron wood method not extinguished by wildfire, but revived by the spring breeze?"
Lihua repeatedly recited the instructions given to her by Taoist Master Hongjun. She seemed to have a clear understanding in her mind, but she felt hazy and confused, as if there was a thin gauze curtain blocking her sight, making it impossible for her to see what the world behind the curtain looked like.
In the light gate on the other side, Zhuang Yantong also saw Taoist Master Hongjun sitting cross-legged under the ancient pine tree.
Taoist Master Hongjun opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He looked at Zhuang Yantong in front of him with an extremely surprised expression on his face.
Zhuang Yantong looked at Daoist Master Hongjun's expression. Although he was puzzled, he still bowed and said, "Little Immortal Zhuang Yantong, I pay my respects to Daoist Master Hongjun."
Taoist Hongjun's expression returned to normal. He smiled at Zhuang Yantong and said, "No need to be polite. What do you want to ask?"
Zhuang Yantong asked directly, "May I ask Master Dao, is cultivation useful?"
Daoist Master Hongjun's mind flashed, and he immediately understood why Zhuang Yantong asked this question, so he said, "It is useful. You are now in the True Immortal Realm. If the Heavenly Soldiers want to kill you immediately, they must use the Huaguang Treasure Gun. But if you were just a mortal, you wouldn't need Heavenly Soldiers or the Huaguang Treasure Gun. All they would need is a cultivator in the Inner Alchemy Realm. With a flick of his finger, he would vanish into thin air."
Zhuang Yantong nodded and bowed, "Master, your words are concise and to the point. In just a few words, they have cleared my mind of confusion. I am deeply grateful."
However, Daoist Master Hongjun shook his head and said, "You still don't understand something. You need to understand that any magic weapon or instrument is just an external object. All the methods are within you. No matter how powerful the Huaguang Treasure Gun is, killing a celestial being is its limit. A great virtuous person in the Golden Immortal Realm only needs to constantly protect himself with immortal light, and the Huaguang Treasure Gun will be as useless as scrap metal."
"All things are within oneself." Zhuang Yantong's eyes lit up when he heard this. "All things are within oneself. I understand!"
All the confusion in Zhuang Yantong's heart was instantly cleared. She knelt on the ground and bowed to Taoist Master Hongjun, saying, "Thank you for your guidance."
Taoist Master Hongjun smiled slightly, and then his figure slowly disappeared.
Zhuang Yantong watched Taoist Master Hongjun leave and stood up immediately. At this moment, she was no longer confused or bewildered, and her temperament became firm and clear.
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