Calculate the general ledger with the flood

The moment I saw the protagonist, a slight sense of dizziness flooded into my consciousness, blurring his appearance.

"On the headed futon sat a young Taoist man, wearing a golden crown on his head, cloud shoes on his feet, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like a gall, a dignified appearance, white clothes better than snow, and a dusty temperament."

I frowned.

What, there was no beginning or end, and suddenly such a long paragraph describing appearance appeared in my mind.

As soon as this passage ended, the protagonist's image suddenly became fixed.It is true that it has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a nose that hangs like a gall - but it doesn't look like a living person.

how to say?According to the words of the high-dimensional world, it is called the wrong style of painting.

The protagonist's face is as pale as paper, with handsome eyebrows and eyes drawn with ink, and the whole face is flat.No, this is just a piece of paper, with "sword eyebrows and star eyes" and "nose hanging like a gall" stereotyped, but it is not a living person at all.Who can imagine that someone in life has a face like an ink painting?

Such a weird image did not arouse the awareness of the surrounding people.It seems that only I can hear the strange words before.Probably because my basic consciousness has been able to go beyond the story and touch the relationship of the high-dimensional world.

His clothes are three-dimensional, similar to what we wear, but they are white and flawless, with an elegant luster.

Um, wait?

I remember that the description said "wearing a moon white Taoist robe".The moon white is light blue, why do I see a white Taoist robe in my eyes?

Speaking of which, "white clothes win snow" was mentioned later, is the protagonist's clothes blue or white?Could it be... the author thought that moon white refers to white?

This kind of error is much lower-end than the logical loopholes in the previous stories.It seems that although the author is in a high-dimensional world, it does not mean that his knowledge and mind are far superior to ours.On the contrary, some places may not be as good as we creatures.

While thinking in my mind, I still did not forget my obscene and shameless image in the story, and I was about to grab a second seat for my guiding brother.

Kunpeng was sitting next to me right now, with a hooked nose and a gloomy demeanor, he was simply a little angel with negative energy.The funniest thing is that he actually has wings on his back.

In fact, it's strange to think about it carefully, Zixiao Palace is full of great powers, how could it be impossible to change form?I secretly remember this loophole in my heart, it is obviously different from the nature of the moon white Taoist robe, maybe it can be used somewhere.

"You are an egg born from dampness, what qualifications do you have to sit side by side with me?" I shamelessly reprimanded Kunpeng, then swiped the unprepared Kunpeng off the seat with a swipe of the Seven Treasure Tree.

"That's right, wearing fur and armor, how dare you sit with me and the authentic Pangu?" The middle-aged Taoist sitting in the third seat spoke to support me.

Being ridiculed and hostile by two people in a row, the others stared at him.Kunpeng didn't want to cause a bigger dispute in the saint's dojo, so he had to sit in the back resentfully, his eyes full of resentment.

Well, the Taoist who is helping is Yuanshi, I don’t know what the relationship between Sanqing and the protagonist is this time... I thought to myself, and at the same time motioned for my brother to sit down.As for my senior brother, he kept that miserable look on his face, but he showed no sympathy for the unlucky Kunpeng, and sat down without saying a word.

That's really strange, if the guiding brother really has a compassionate heart, why didn't he give up his seat?If he firmly believed in the equality of all beings, why didn't he contradict me?I have gone through countless stories, and I still regard Jieyin as a brother, and I understand his character very well, so I can see the contradiction between this matter and his nature at a glance.

In the blink of an eye, I caught two holes in logic.It's a pity that it can't be revealed now.Because the character of Zhunti is temporarily hostile to Kunpeng, he will definitely not care about his wings.And at this time, Zhunti was eager to let the senior brother Jieying get the futon, so he would definitely not question the action of Jieying.

"Zunti, thank you fellow daoist." Pressing my thoughts, I turned my head and thanked Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Poverty Yuanshi." Yuanshi smiled politely at me.At this time, in this story, I officially met Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Cough, third junior brother." The protagonist coughed lightly, "I'll wait for the arrival of the saint and don't get distracted." He spoke at this time, obviously because he didn't want Tianzun Yuanshi to have a close relationship with me.

"Senior Brother Tianxuan is right." Yuanshi Tianzun had no choice but to bow his hands to me apologetically, then closed his eyes and rested his mind.

It turns out that the protagonist this time is called Tian Xuan, who is also Sanqing's senior brother.Then Tianxuan should also be named Qing.It can't be Xuan Qing, right?Xuanqing Tianxuan Tianzun, two Xuan, two heavens, extremely ugly.

Ding.

The golden bell is melodious, and the jade is crisp.

A pair of fairy boys stand on both sides of the throne, each holding a musical instrument.Everyone present immediately concentrated their energy on the stage.

"From now on, you should listen to the sermon in the same order as you are now, and don't change the order at will."

Live up to the expectations, Hongjun appeared out of thin air on the futon of the throne, his face was immaculate.

"I'll pay my respects to the Primordial Saint." All the monks present said in unison.

"A thing of the Tao..." Hongjun began to preach, purple air and golden flowers, auspicious clouds and auspicious mist, all kinds of visions are endless.

Ever since my fundamental consciousness came into contact with the high-dimensional world, I realized that the practice in the story world was meaningless to me.I will not be touched by Daozu's preaching. If I don't take the initiative to practice, my cultivation will automatically rise to a certain level. The speed is variable, but it is worse than the protagonist every time. It is probably set by the author.

So during the period when Hongjun was preaching, I began to sum up my past experience and think about how to deal with this new story.

Ding.

The golden bell is melodious, and the jade is crisp.

The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and Hongjun finally said: "This sermon is over, you can come back to the lecture after a thousand years."

I followed the guidance and went back to the West to practice meditation.Of course, it was just idling around, pretending to be practicing to fit the character of Zhunti Taoist.

Then came the second sermon, Emperor Jun Taiyi established the Heavenly Court, and the reincarnation of the ancestor of Hou Tu, etc.My cultivation base has also been raised to the quasi-sage realm according to the script.

Quasi-holy, ready to be holy?Approximate sanctification?Reserved for sanctification?What a nondescript title—have you ever heard of the quasi-emperor and quasi-prince?I thought silently in my heart, quickly adjusted my expression, and accepted the congratulations of a few casual practitioners in Zixiao Palace:

"Congratulations to brother Zhunti for being promoted to a quasi-sage!"

"Happy with the same..." I did not forget to use the spirit of saving all sentient beings, "I see a few fellow Taoists who have a predestined relationship with the West. I wonder if they are willing to go to the West with the poor Taoist to understand the Dao?"

Those casual cultivators were hesitating, they obviously sensed my cultivation level and were a little moved.

"Hmph!" A cold snort suddenly sounded, "I am an outstanding person in the East, so why go to some wild and remote place to enlighten?"

The one who spoke was naturally the protagonist—Tianxuan Tianzun walked into Zixiao Palace with Shi Shiran, the remaining Sanqing, and released his breath without hesitation.Both quasi-sages are obviously much stronger than me.A few casual repairmen came over like grass on the wall, and left me by the side.

I knew this was a slap in the face set up by the author, so I quickly put on a serious look, shut up, and sat silently at the end of the futon.

"Under the way of heaven, the number is extremely nine. Therefore, under the way of heaven, there should be nine saints. The way of heaven entrusts me with the burden of educating all living beings. Therefore, besides me, eight people under my seat should be sanctified."

After Hongjun's third class was over, he started the process of distributing the primordial purple energy with these words.

In such a short sentence, "Under the Way of Heaven" was used twice in a row, and "I" was repeated several times, and one of them was used incorrectly.

I don’t know how many times I’ve heard similar lines, but I still can’t help but feel a little puzzled. An author who can’t even write fluently is also worthy of creating a story, creating the prehistoric world and all things in this story?

"Dare to ask the teacher, what is a saint?" Tian Xuan, the protagonist who is the leader of the Four Purities, began to ask.

"The sage is the golden immortal of Hunyuan Daluo. He will not grind for ten thousand kalpas, and will not be touched by cause and effect. A sage does nothing, so he has no defeat, so he has no loss. Husbands and things may move or follow, or watch or blow, or be strong or weak, or carry or succumb. So the sage goes to extremes, to extravagance, to luxury.”

Here we go again, this widely circulated definition of sage that I hear in almost every story.

I once tried to use this passage to reprimand the protagonist of a certain story, saying that he violated the Taoist definition of a saint.However, it didn't work at all, and the other party refuted it easily, indicating that this passage was not included in the logic of the story by the author at all, and of course it couldn't destroy the core of the story.

However, I remember that when I heard this sentence for the first time before I woke up, I was so excited that I printed every word in my mind, and regarded it as a golden rule.At that time, my dream was to become a saint, so Daozu's description of the saint is naturally very important.

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the author who created the story, what a saint is is not important at all.That being the case, has he ever thought about whether the protagonists in the story, no, all the saints including myself, from heart to behavior, are worthy of being saints?Is it necessary to be a saint?

Has the author really thought about this issue?