Facing the Trisoul Integration, even Taiyang Cheng admitted that he was "inept and dull". Hongjun couldn't help but start thinking, was it because Taiyang's cultivation was low? It must not be, then it must be that his Dao is particularly difficult to understand.
It is impossible for him to tell it again. At this time, he was in the process of combining body and Dao. He could stop or slow down, but he absolutely could not go back the old way.
Deng Chan Yu not only posed a question but also suggested a solution, which was to have them, these disciples, engage in a discourse on the Tao. You understood a bit, and I understood a bit; everyone's realm is about the same. With some hodgepodge and patchwork, it might just be beneficial for all of us.
Hongjun doesn't care how much insight the disciples can gain from listening to the Tao. He just wants them to go through the process. However, if no one understands it, he would continue to explain for another five thousand years. That would indeed be a bit awkward, as he has invested a lot of time and energy and deserves some recognition.
After a moment of thought, he said, "Let's pause the sermon for five hundred years. You all can return to the Primeval Chaos, choose a place to discuss the Dao, and we will resume the lecture in five hundred years."
Hao Tian then displayed a courage that was unbecoming of a youth, bowing to Hongjun and asking in a low voice, "Master, may I and the Jade Pond attend the discourse by our senior brothers and sisters as well?"
Hongjun had already allowed the disciples a "ten-minute break" between lessons, and at this moment, he wouldn't be holding onto Hao Tian and the Jade Pond. He nodded slowly: "Yes."
Hao Tian and Yaochi were very happy. They too were as confused as a heap of fog. Hongjun's realm was so high that what he thought was simple might not seem simple to others. In the past, when Hao Tian would ask questions, he was often sent away with just a few words. The Ancestor of the Tao even asked the youth, "Did you understand?" Hao Tian had no idea what he meant, but he dared not say so; he had to put on a brave face and say, "I understand!"
His side also has more and more questions piling up, but he dare not ask more.
Now there was an opportunity to discuss the Dao at the same level, which was truly a rare chance for him.
The Purple Cloud Palace is a place for giving sermons, not for discussing the Dao. Hongjun's meaning is to let them go out. Whether you discuss the Dao together or in a small group of three or five people, that is up to you. I, an elderly person, won't be managing it.
For Hongjun and the Heavenly Law, five hundred years pass like a blink of an eye. It is truly unimportant.
Taiqing actually has a bit of a habit of treating people differently. Stepping out of the Purple Cloud Palace, he first whispered with his two younger brothers, and then asked Nuwa, Jieyin, and "Zhenti".
Hongjun has not officially accepted any disciples yet. Calling Hongjun "teacher" and themselves "disciples" is out of respect for the lectures, much like how the twelve golden immortals of the Chan School addressed Yanzhong as "teacher." It is a form of respect.
The listeners of the Tao are not brother-sister to each other, but friends of the Dao.
"Gentlemen, I wonder how much of the true meaning of the integration of the three spirits you have understood?"
Nuwa remained silent, and Jieyin had to open his mouth first: "I am embarrassed, I have only understood two-tenths."
Several people looked at "Zhenti".
Deng Chan Yu had "previewed" it, so she understood a little more than two-tenths, but she wasn't prepared to tell the truth: "Like my senior brothers, I too have understood two-tenths of the content."
Nuwa proudly said, "I have understood three-tenths of the content."
Deng Chan Yu silently pursed her lips, if one does not know Nuwa, they might think that she is arrogant. But if one knows her, they would realize that this is simply her way of boasting.
Taiqing said, "Your talent is so high that even an old fool like me envies you. Like my friends Jieyin and Zhenti, I too have only understood two-tenths."
Tongtian Master spoke the truth: "I have understood more than two-tenths, but not quite three-tenths."
Yuan Shi Tian Zun still maintained an extremely cool demeanor: "I am similar to Nuwa Daoist friend."
Taiqing glanced at him, not buying it for a second, but he didn't give his younger brother any grief. Instead, he extended an invitation: "My three brothers and I have been practicing on Kunlun Mountain. If the three of you are interested, why not join us on our way to Kunlun? We can sit and discuss the Dao together and engage in a thorough exchange of ideas. How does that sound?"
Go to Kunlun Mountain?
Deng Chan Yu is now preoccupied with the issue of the Trisoul Integration. She doesn't care where they are discussing the Dao, but she still looks at Jieyin, always keeping the attitude of serving her senior brother Nanzhi prominently displayed on her face.
Jieyin quickly calculated that the Western World had been restored by Miss Deng. However, now it is only just recovering from that state of frequent disasters. The spirit energy and earth vein are both in a self-repair phase. To turn it into a Land of Delight, it would take at least several dozen Yuanhui.
Over these years, the brothers and sisters have been cultivating on Mount Ling, which is definitely not as good as Kunlun Mountain.
Five hundred years may not be long or long enough. What is crucial now is to research the true meaning of the Trisoul Integration.
"That's good. Then my senior brothers and sisters will disturb you this time."
Nuwa also agreed, but she wanted to take Fu Xi along. After some calculation, the Sanqing agreed as well.
Seven people left the Purple Cloud Palace, and on their way met Hao Tian and Yaochi. These two issued a team-up invitation.
During the Sage period, the Three Pure Ones would never care about them. But now they are not yet Sage. Facing Daozu's Dao disciples, they naturally have to give three thin faces. There is nothing to say. Let's go to Kunlun Mountain together.
On their journey to Kunlun Mountain by cloud chariots, the group briefly discussed their thoughts, all feeling that it was immensely beneficial. Now they were looking forward to arriving at Kunlun and then unfolding their own Taoist essence for further in-depth exchanges.
Taiqing is satisfied with the group of people he organized for the discourse, which consists of exactly nine, in line with the Taoist cosmological principle.
On the way, he would always avoid any other listeners from the Purple Cloud Palace, just in case he added a foot to the snake.
The other listeners can be avoided, but there is one person who cannot escape the causal entanglement.
A trail of blood cloud blocks their way to Kunlun Mountain.
"Zhenti child, do you recognize your old ancestor?" In the midst of the blood cloud, Menghe Laozu shouted with a cold aura.
Deng Chan Yu's first reaction was to eat a watermelon. Zhenti seems to have caused trouble again? Good, let's eat the watermelon, we must eat this watermelon!
The second reaction, no, I am Zhenti! This is aimed at me!
The expressions of the discourse team varied, and Jieyin definitely supports his junior brother unconditionally.
Nuwa and Fu Xi, who are not directly involved, stand aside to watch the excitement. You fight, we watch.
Hao Tian wanted to show the stance of a guardian of the Purple Cloud Palace to stop Minghe, but Yaochi pulled him back and gently shook her head. In the Purple Cloud Palace, everyone would give us three points, but outside, this title might not be effective. Let's observe for a while first.
Even within the Three Pure Ones, there is not a unified opinion. Tongtian believes they should join the battle, Yuanzhong believes it has nothing to do with themselves, and Taiqing is in the middle trying to make peace.
Menghe, seemingly aware of the old saying that "a long night's dream," decided not to give Zhenti the opportunity to flaunt his eloquence. Moreover, he would not allow the nine of them to reach a unified opinion and then surround and attack him. With a wave of his hand, a black cloud filled with moisture enveloped Deng Chan Yu.
She was taken aback and said, "Huh? Isn't this my Xuan Yuan Control Water Flag?"
