Chapter 120 The Three Pure Ones become saints, and the red cloud will perish
Fang Xun knew that Sanqing's sanctification was already unstoppable, and even Taiqing Taoists could only do nothing but do everything, and make arrangements in obedience.
He has been teaching his disciples well during this period of time. Chang'e has grown up, from a little doll made of pink and jade to a fairy who truly brings disaster to the country and the people.
She didn't even dress up deliberately, she just wore a plain Taoist robe, and her hair was tied up casually, but her bright eyes, white teeth, and flawless beauty still exuded a beauty that made people's hearts tremble.
This kind of beauty seems to have gone beyond the limit of words that can be described. At the level of Tao, just a smile can make the world change, with spring warmth and flowers blooming, and fragrance.
The Taiyin Goddess seemed to come to life.
In front of such beauty, if you don't have a firm heart to seek truth, you may fall instantly.
"Disciple, pay homage to the teacher!" Chang'e has reached the best age for cultivation and is the time to enter Taoism.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see your master." Fang Xun took Chang'e to the Creation Hall of Penglai Immortal Island.
Today, Nuwa was also rare and did not retreat. Instead, she sat upright and waited for Chang'e's arrival.
"Chang Xi..." Nuwa was also stunned for a moment when she saw Chang'e.
She couldn't comment on her friend's choice, after all, that was the path Chang Xi pursued.
"After all, we cannot ignore the separation between life and death." Nuwa sent a message to Fang Xun, sighing slightly.
Chang Xi's behavior of ignoring life and death and even scattering all his memories seems to be in line with the perspective of transcending life and death that the great god Pangu once said.
"Hang'e pays homage to the master." In Chang'e's eyes, Nuwa is just the human mother goddess, the teacher of her own teacher, and she may even be a saint in the future.
"Okay, excuse me." Nuwa adjusted her mood in an instant, nodded gently to Chang'e, and even stood up to pull her up and let her sit next to her.
"The little girl is so beautiful, but if she goes out with her true appearance, she will bring disaster to the world." Nuwa stretched out her hand to touch the pretty face of the girl Chang'e, and sighed.
"Nothing I pinch is as good-looking as yours."
Chang'e was not afraid, and she boldly looked at Nuwa's skin that seemed to exude divine light.
I always feel that Master is more beautiful than me!
"Ahem," Fang Xun coughed lightly, "Teacher, I have created a "Taiyin Sutra" here, please give me some advice."
Fang Xun took out a jade book. This "Taiyin Sutra" was a Taoist sutra that he customized for Chang'e by imitating Nuwa's behavior in creating the "Xuan Su Jing" for him, and was directed at Da Luo.
The Taiyin Goddess has no inheritance left, and Fang Xun does not want Chang'e to go to the Taiyin Star. The Taiyin in this Taoist scripture is more of the ultimate form of Yin than the Tao of the Taiyin Star.
This Taoist Scripture cost him nearly a Yuanhui in the past.
"The Taoist scripture you created?" Nuwa let go of Chang'e and took the jade book to find out the Taoist charm in it.
"This scripture is better than what I created at that time! There is no way to change it." Nuwa nodded happily, her disciples had already reached this point.
"Now, this is the Taoist scripture created by your teacher. You must practice hard in the future and don't lose the face of our school!" Nuwa tried to keep a straight face.
"Yes, Master!" Chang'e took the "Taiyin Sutra". The moment she touched it, the Tao Sutra turned directly into flowing light and penetrated into the center of her eyebrows, putting her into a strange state of enlightenment
"After all, Chang'e is still connected to the Taiyin Star." Nuwa looked at Chang'e and frowned slightly.
"And now, she is the only weakness of Zhoutian Xingdou Formation."
The ten golden crows were not completely dead, and there would be no chance of attacking them next time. In comparison, Chang'e would be better at attacking them.
"Sanqing Taoist friends are probably going to become saints. If they want to attack Chang'e, it will be very troublesome."
Again, as long as you sit in the seat of a saint, you will think about maintaining your own authority. For a saint, the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation, and even the Shangqing Taoist will be great in the future. The brilliant Zhuxian Sword Formation is the same.
None of them should exist!
"Teacher, you know me. No one can touch my disciples, not even saints." Fang Xun shook his head slightly and said firmly.
"Yes, that's the tone!" Nuwa's eyes lit up and she saw her own shadow in Fang Xun.
She dared to bet with Daozu for the sake of her disciples. His disciples should also have this courage!
"This is a sense of continuity." Nuwa was very satisfied and looked at Chang'e, "I will leave Chang'e's problem to you to solve. If you can't save her, I will..."
Nuwa thought for a while and said with a smile: "Throw you to the foot of Mount Buzhou and suppress you for five hundred years!"
Fang Xun wanted to say something more, but at this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Honghuang.
"Three fellow Taoists have become saints." Nuwa suddenly sighed.
With a thought in her mind, all the phenomena of heaven turned into cloud mirrors, showing the scene of Kunlun Mountain.
"I, Taiqing, have a strong sense of human beings' pursuit of the Tao, so I pass down Taiqing's Wuwei Dao, establish a human religion, and carry out education and transformation. I use Tai Chi to suppress luck, and the human religion is successful!"
The voice of Taiqing Taoist spread throughout the world, and at this moment, countless cultivators among the human race suddenly knelt down and worshiped towards Kunlun Mountain.
They were thanking Saint Taiqing for his grace in preaching. As early as many years ago, Taiqing's Taoism was spread among the human race through the hands of Xuandu. It had already met the conditions for becoming a saint. Now that the human religion has been established, the rolling luck and merits have gone somewhere.
For a time, the human race's territory was covered with golden lotuses, auspiciousness arose everywhere, and all the merits turned into raindrops and fell on the human race's land.
"Sage Taiqing..." Hong Yi looked at Kunlun in the human academy.
As a human master, he did not stop Xuandu from preaching in the human race, and naturally he would not stop him at this time.
After all, even the Human Virgin Mother has no objection.
"Teacher?" Fang Xun looked at Nuwa.
"Taoist Taoist Taiqing has indeed contributed to the luck of the human race, but I have already expected this. Moreover, I wish he could share more to lighten my burden." Nuwa said nonchalantly.
If he simply followed the path of a saint, Taoist Taoist Taiqing's move would have created a cause and effect with Nuwa, after all, he had robbed the human race of a lot of luck and merit.
It's just that Nuwa has not yet thought about becoming a saint, so Taoist Taiqing's move bought her a lot of time.
"But Taoist Taiqing is worthy of being the leader of the Three Pure Ones. He has actually killed three corpses and is about to become a quasi-sage." Nuwa saw more things, and the exact location was Taoist Taiqing's cultivation.
At this time, Nuwa was also amazed, "The Lich is facing a calamity. Too many people have ignored him, but he has reached this level of practice silently!"
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"Isn't it going to be the quasi-sage perfection? Isn't it not far from the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal?" Fang Xun probably knows why the Taoist ancestor gave the silk book at this time.
"What about you, teacher?" Fang Xun asked subconsciously.
"Me?" Nuwa shook her head and said nothing more.
Fang Xun blinked and understood what Nuwa meant. Nuwa had been in seclusion since her return, as if in a hurry, and said that Taoist Taiqing could help her delay time by taking the luck of the human race...
"I, Yuqing, am the Pangu Zongzong. Under the seat of the Taoist ancestor, I have today made an announcement to explain the teaching. The expounder will clarify the road and obey the heavens and people. In the ancient times, those who have inherited the great fortune of heaven and the incarnation of immortal spirits can come to my door and inherit me. The great road must be passed down by me..."
"I, the Supreme Being, have established a religion today, called the Jie Jiao. Our religion vows to intercept a ray of heavenly secrets for all living beings, so that they can find freedom in adversity. Countless sentient beings in the ancient world, and those who are destined, can join my sect..."
Just a few breaths after Saint Taiqing proclaimed the Great Desolate, two more voices sounded one after another. The entire Great Desolate was suppressed by these three voices and the breath of the three Heavenly Saints after that.
The Three Pure Ones were actually sanctified on the same day!
This directly frightened many primitive creatures.
Among them, both the Lich and Lich clans had an atmosphere of panic spreading.
Hou Tu looked at Kunlun Mountain with a solemn face, relying on Pangu Palace to suppress his restless mood.
Di Jun even looked at the three dharma images that penetrated the sky and the earth with some confusion, and his heart palpitated inexplicably.
"The future is the age of saints." Fang Xun sighed.
"Saint..." Nuwa closed her eyes, and the breath around her body was floating slowly.
"The Six Saints were born, and the way of heaven has reached perfection. Now it's up to me." Nuwa frowned, feeling that the Hongmeng Purple Qi she possessed was trembling slightly.
This has nothing to do with Taozu, but the instinct of heaven urging Nuwa to become a saint as soon as possible.
"Not yet." There was an invisible aura flowing around Nuwa's body.
In Fang Xun's perception, this kind of breath seems to be there or not, like yin and yang, but it has no form, no essence, and it is impossible to speculate. No idea about it can be put into practice. It is more chaotic than chaos, and both shape and quality are both different. This state cannot be defined.
"Is this...the beginning of time?" Fang Xun was shocked. Looking at Nuwa again, she seemed to have disappeared from this world. There was no way to observe her before getting her permission.
"You go back first, I have to retreat again." Nuwa said to Fang Xun, and then returned directly to the depths of the Hall of Creation and retreated in chaos.
Fang Xun could only wish his teacher to return to Shouyang Mountain with Chang'e who was still in the state of enlightenment.
"Both Sanqing and Xingfang have become saints, the teacher is still in retreat, and now there is another one..."
Taoist Hongyun!
This is the last Zixiao Palace listener with Hongmeng Purple Qi!
This person was already a quasi-sage when he finished his sermon in Zixiao Palace, but little news about him spread in the wild, and Fang Xun only met him once at the demon clan's celestial wedding.
Compared with several other owners of Hongmeng Purple Qi, Taoist Hongyun seems to be exceptionally mediocre. As of now, he is not even in the quasi-sage stage.
"Hongyun is almost done, it's time for disaster." Fang Xun had a strange impression of this person. He was the only one in the prehistoric era who could cause such a big karma.
"After he was robbed, the Hongmeng Purple Qi and the innate immortal aura will return to the human race. There is no need to stop this, but..."
"Styx!"
This is Fang Xun's goal.
During his great calamity, Styx became a chess piece of heaven, blocking his path. This was an irreconcilable contradiction.
"The trouble is his immortality. Maybe the Witch Clan can find a way..."
(End of chapter)