Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

Zhen Yuanzi and others did not understand the disappointment of Patriarch Hongjun. They only knew that they could become saints without the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

At this moment, they fell into unprecedented joy. From this moment on, the world in their eyes changed.

In the past, they felt that the way of heaven was unfair, fate was unfair, Pangu was unfair, and Hongjun was unfair, only giving the six saints the opportunity to become saints.

Now they know that the way of heaven just favors the six saints of the way of heaven more, and in fact everyone has the opportunity to become a saint.

"Teacher, how can we become saints?"

Zhen Yuan Daxian asked excitedly.

As soon as he said this, he felt a sharp gaze fixed on him.

He looked in the direction of the gaze and found that it was Patriarch Hongjun.

Patriarch Hongjun did not burst out any momentum or magic power, but Zhen Yuanzi felt that a heavy pressure was pressing on his head, which made him tremble with fear.

Patriarch Hongjun's gaze did not stay on Zhen Yuanzi for too long, he looked at God Haotian.

"Haotian, tell me, how many ways are there to become a saint?"

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi immediately understood why Hongjun Patriarch looked at him in that way.

He skipped classes, was absent from class, and didn't listen to the class carefully, who else should Hongjun Patriarch look at?

When Hongjun Patriarch preached, he talked about the way to become a saint as the key content, and the top students such as Liusheng, Taiyi, and Fuxi asked Hongjun Patriarch many questions.

And he, Zhen Yuanzi, was still asking Hongjun Patriarch how to become a saint.

"Teacher, there are three ways to prove the truth, namely, to prove the truth by force, to prove the truth by killing the three corpses, and to prove the truth by merit."

Haotian God straightened his chest, and answered Hongjun Patriarch's question in a sonorous tone, like taking an oath.

Listening to Haotian God's answer, Zhen Yuanzi was simply ashamed. Every word of Haotian God's answer hit Zhen Yuanzi's heart heavily, and these characters were like urging his life.

During the whole process, there was no expression on the face of Hongjun Patriarch, and his eyes were calm. However, Zhen Yuanzi could feel that Hongjun Patriarch was dissatisfied with him.

"Zhen Yuanzi, do you understand?"

Hongjun Patriarch asked.

Zhen Yuanzi nodded hurriedly, indicating that he understood. However, he did not expect that his action made Hongjun Patriarch frown.

"Do you really understand?"

Hongjun Patriarch looked into Zhen Yuanzi's eyes and asked lightly.

What did Zhen Yuanzi understand? He had never believed in these three ways of proving the Tao!

In order to prove the Tao, the Styx Patriarch tried both the merit and the three corpses. Although he did not become a saint, he became the only one who killed the three corpses besides the saint Laozi.

Although the Kunpeng Patriarch did not do the same tricks as the Styx Patriarch, he firmly believed that the three corpses could make him a saint. For this reason, he did not hesitate to capture Guangchengzi and obtained the core secret of beheading the three corpses to prove the Tao from Guangchengzi.

Even the loser, Randeng Daoist, entered the Chanjiao and Buddhism successively in order to prove the Tao, and finally obtained the complete technique of beheading the three corpses.

If it were not for Fang Yang, he would have opened up the twenty-four heavens and become a great supernatural being.

What did Zhenyuanzi do?

The three corpses were not beheaded, and the merits were not planned, let alone proving the Tao with force.

He guarded a broken yard all day, fearing that others would steal his ginseng fruit. Apart from that, he was like lying flat and did nothing.

If it were not for the destruction of the prehistoric world, he would not even get the title of the ancestor of earthly immortals.

Ancestor Hongjun tried hard to find bright spots in Zhenyuanzi, but he was powerless. Even though he was the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he could not figure out what Zhenyuanzi had done to prove the Tao.

Zhen Yuanzi answered with a stiff face: "As long as you cultivate one of the three ways to prove the Tao, you can prove the Tao and become a saint."

"Then, how to cut off the obsession?"

Zhen Yuanzi was speechless and couldn't answer.

He couldn't fool people with such questions. No matter how nice his words sounded, they were just empty words without the real stuff.

Can he answer that he couldn't comprehend what obsession was, let alone the key to killing it?

Tai Yi Dao Ren and others were not named, but they were also thinking about the question of Patriarch Hongjun.

They couldn't answer this question either. They were only a little deeper than Zhen Yuanzi's perception, but not much deeper.

Patriarch Hongjun saw the changes in everyone's expressions, some pretended to be calm, some had flickering eyes, and some were afraid of being named.

Yang Jiao, Qinglong Saint, and Zhuque Saint were calm, but Patriarch Hongjun knew that these three people were on other ways to prove the Tao.

This hall full of great supernatural powers, not a single one understood what obsession was.

"Forget it! I will repeat what I said in Zixiao Palace. How much you can understand depends on your own understanding."

Hongjun Patriarch was also helpless, sighed, and said.

This is why Hongjun Patriarch wanted to accept Sanqing and Nuwa as his disciples. Teaching a group of smart students is definitely less troublesome and laborious than teaching dull students.

Although it is said that there is no distinction between the two, but Hongjun Patriarch's disciples are to prove the truth and become saints, and act on behalf of heaven.

Let some not-so-smart disciples who can't even understand the art of beheading the three corpses become saints, how can they control the world and how can they be in charge of the great religion?

When they heard that Hongjun Patriarch said that he would give them special treatment, everyone was shocked. Everyone put aside all distractions, their hearts were clear, and they waited for Hongjun Patriarch to preach.

Seeing that everyone had this kind of awareness, Hongjun Patriarch felt a little comforted.

It doesn't matter if you are dull, as long as you are willing to learn, you can still make up for your shortcomings with hard work. The worst thing is that you are obviously poor in talent, but you are unwilling to admit it, and you also blame the reason for your failure on other things.

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency"

Hongjun Patriarch glanced at the palace gate, and the palace gate closed automatically, and then a world full of the sound of the Tao was opened up.

Although everyone is still in Zixiao Palace, the void around them has become a world where Tao is constantly performed.

Various Taos, laws of heaven and earth, are evolving with the words of Hongjun Patriarch.

Every word that Hongjun Patriarch said will be transformed into a living being, and the laws or Taos that each living being cultivates are different.

Yin and Yang, fate, void, life and death, harmony, creation

One by one, living beings sit in various places in the world, starting from the celestial immortals, the true immortals, the mysterious immortals, ..., the Daluo Jinxian, the quasi-sage, and the saints are promoted one by one, and the mysteries of each realm are displayed.

Yang Jiao has never seen such a way of preaching, which is simply a saint feeding food into his mouth.

No wonder the guest in Zixiao Palace is so powerful. The masters in Pangu League who inherited the legacy of Ancestor Qiankun were beaten by the guest in Zixiao Palace without any chance to fight back.

Ancestor Qiankun and Ancestor Hongjun are one level apart, and the difference in level is a world of difference.

Yang Jiao wholeheartedly comprehended these great ways and various ways to become a saint.

He felt that after he returned, his cultivation could be further improved, and it was not impossible for him to catch up with the original body.