[Honghuang] Qinglian's small book

Another 3000 years.

3000 years is not a short period of time.For immortals, 3000 years is not a time that can pass in the blink of an eye.

Zixiao Palace resides above the nine heavens, in the chaotic airflow beyond the celestial membrane.The chaotic air currents collide with each other and rub against each other. When the thunder, fire and strong wind blow up, the earth, water, fire and wind cycle back and forth, and sometimes you can even see the scene of the opening of the sky and the earth.

Differentiation of turbidity, sun, moon, stars, wind, rain, thunderstorm, and various phenomena were derived, but they could not last long in this chaos, and were soon blown into a cloud of dark yellow air.

In this world, only the Zixiao Palace will never move forever, and will not be worn down by ten thousand kalpas.

The bright light of Zixiao Palace shines through the void, and suddenly there is a concentrated purple air spreading from the void. The purple air looks extremely heavy and precious, and the Taoism is extraordinary.

Hongjun showed his figure in the sky above the Zixiao Palace, surrounded by purple aura, it was indescribably precious.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and he caught the purple air in his hand, condensing into seven wisps of purple wandering dragon.

"Hongmeng Ziqi, the foundation of the way of heaven, is really cheating," Hongjun muttered to himself.These seven wisps of purple qi are his reward for leading the trend of the way of heaven. With the purple qi in hand, he can more easily comprehend the way of heaven and become a saint.

It's simply cheating, with Ziqi in hand, as long as you can prove your original heart, you can avoid countless years of hard work to understand the way of heaven.

Hongjun has managed the Dao of Heaven so far, and there are only seven Hongmeng Purple Qi, and it is impossible for the eighth to appear.

In this world, the seven saints are already the limit.

Immortals consume heaven and earth spirit energy, from the beginning of entering the immortal way to becoming a saint, I don't know how much energy of heaven and earth will be consumed.Accommodating seven saints is already the limit, if there is an eighth more, the world will collapse.

Hongjun considered that it was not impossible for more saints to appear in the secret passage.

But that would have to wait for a long time to pass, and the world would grow and expand again, producing more heaven and earth spirits.

Now, for the third sermon, and the last.

Hongjun's voice was like gold and jade, resounding throughout the prehistoric world, and all the immortals who received the message rushed to Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun strolled in the peach garden behind Zixiao Palace, the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the fragrance lingered around his nose.Looking at such a grand scene, he also felt strange emotions in his heart.

Back then Xuanwei asked in front of him, asking him if the saint had feelings.

In fact, there are, but the love of saints is not only for individuals, but also for the world and the common people.

On the road to holiness, you must first prove your original heart, and then prove the way of heaven.The original heart is not heartless, nor is it distracting thoughts.The more he reaches his level, the more he is no different from ordinary people. After returning to the basics, he will still taste all the flavors of the world.

If there is any difference, it is probably that there is emotion but not controlled by emotion.

After Zixiao Palace was full of people, Hongjun came composing poems on the cloud bed.

Lying high in the nine heavens, the futon is Daozhen.

Beyond the black and yellow of heaven and earth, I shall be the head teacher.

Pan Gu was born with Tai Chi, following two rituals and four images.

One pass on three friends, two teachings explain cut points.

The leader of Xuanmen Capital, turned into Hongjun in one breath.

When Hongjun came to write poems, Yuanshi and Tongtian were most surprised.

The elucidation and cutting of the two teachings mentioned in the poem is exactly the plan of Yuanshi and Tongtian.Everyone who established religions established religions, established Taoism and established Taoism, all made great progress with this merit, and Yuanshi and Tongtian also moved their minds.

Moreover, elucidating characters and truncating characters are the essence of the Dao they cultivated. Yuanshi aims to promote Taoism, while Tongtian tends to develop another way.

It's just that Sanqing really doesn't dare to be the three friends.

Since they were born, Lai Hongjun taught them carefully, calling themselves disciples, how dare they call themselves friends?

It's just that Hongjun doesn't have the habit of explaining to them, and speaking is the way to enlighten them.

After talking about Hunyuan this time, Hongjun didn't stop at all, and directly entered the holy way.

Most of the people present have no connection with saints, so it sounds very difficult.

However, after the third realm of Hunyuan, even if they are not saints, they just have not proved the way of heaven, not necessarily inferior in talent, so although it is difficult, there are still people who are listening to the truth.

After preaching the holy way, Hongjun kept silent, and he didn't push the crowd away, nor did he leave.

When everyone woke up, Hongjun said: "You have heard about it under my sect for endless years, today I should give you a name."

After a pause, Hongjun said: "Sanqing is my personal disciple, and Li Er should pass on my mantle."

Everyone has known this for a long time, and by virtue of it, Hongjun took out the Tai Chi Diagram and the Pangu Banner to Li Er and Yuan Shi.

Hongjun said to Tongtian: "You like swordsmanship, I happen to have four swords here, so I give them to you."

Hongjun gave Tongtian the Four Swords of Zhuxian, which are the most precious treasures for killing, and he entrusted Tongtian: "These swords are for killing, so don't use them lightly."

Sanqing thanked Master and was very moved.Especially since Tongtian is a young disciple, he is even more happy to have obtained the treasure of killing and cutting.

It's just that the story of Zhu Xianjian really made everyone's hearts tremble, and they looked at Tong Tian with a little more fear.

Hongjun said to Nuwa in front of him again: "You can also be my disciple."

He gave Nuwa the Qiankun Ding, saying: "The Qiankun Ding has the power of good fortune, which can reverse the innate and purify all things."

Nuwa thanked her, and couldn't help but glance at Xuanwei when she got the Qiankun Cauldron.In the avenue of good fortune, no one can surpass Xuanwei, but the innate treasure of Qiankun Ding fell into his own hands, and I don't know what he thinks.

What Xuanwei thinks, it is impossible for Xuanwei to have no ideas, but no matter how he has ideas, it is impossible for him to cross Hongjun.

Hongjun seems to be indifferent to everything, but every word and action has a deep meaning, and it is not Xuanwei's turn to comment, so he just pretends not to see it.

Four of the six seats in the front row of Zixiao Palace have become Hongjun's disciples, and Yingyin and Zhunti who sit at the end can't sit still anymore.

In front of the Taoist ancestor, it is difficult to hold back without fighting for honor or disgrace.

Zhun asked: "Dare to ask the ancestor, is there one of our brothers here?"

Hongjun looked at them, and said: "Although you are listening to Taoism under my sect, you are not regarded as Taoists. In the future, you two will set up a separate sect, and you will be able to call each other Taoist friends with me, and I will not take your place." It’s cheap, how about just accepting you as registered disciples?”

What Hongjun said had a deep meaning, and others couldn't understand it, but Jieyin and Zhunti knew it well, so I also thanked him.

Hongjun didn't favor one over another, and bestowed two top-quality congenital spiritual treasures, Jingzhu and Muyu.

It was also a surprise for Jieyin and Zhunti.

Seeing that Hongjun was speechless after finishing speaking, Di Jun was also in a hurry, not only he was in a hurry, but all the immortals in Zixiao Palace were also in a hurry.

During the push and bustle, Di Jun was asked to ask.

Di Jun took the opportunity to ask: "Teacher, I wonder if there is still a seat for my brother?"

Hongjun sighed, and said: "Fate ends here, just call me teacher."

Di Jun gave a salute and withdrew, but he couldn't help feeling resentful.

Hongjun said: "What I said today has already involved the holy way, do you have any questions?"

People who can understand already understand, and those who don't understand will almost forget it. If there are a lot of questions in their stomachs, but they are already questions about their own qualifications, it is useless to ask.

No one spoke, Hongjun continued: "You are all my disciples, so I will just say that, due to the limitations of Pangu's world, there are only seven saints born at most, and they will die from the way of saints."

As soon as this remark came out, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Immediately someone asked: "Teacher, who can be a saint?"

Hongjun said: "There is no fixed number of saints, but there is a sequence. Once the seven are full, unless the world grows longer, there will be no more saints."

Hongjun shook his hands and threw out seven strands of primordial purple energy, six of which fell on Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti, and one was caught by Hongyun reflexively while flying backwards.

Hongjun fixed his eyes and said: "This is the primordial purple qi, which is the key to the way of heaven and the shortcut to holiness, but it has nothing to do with the affiliation of the holy throne." Even so, there are also a group of people whose eyes are like tigers and wolves.

Hongjun sighed, pointed to the outside of Zixiao Palace and said: "The magic weapon I collected in the early years is not needed now, so I will give it to you, each of you depends on your chance."

In the chaotic airflow, a boulder was filled with innate spiritual treasures, and the spiritual light illuminated the chaos, separating the earth, water, fire and wind.

All the immortals saluted with a voice, and then cast their magic spells and went to chaos.

Zixiao Palace was empty in an instant, only Xuanwei was still in the palace.

Hongjun asked him, "Why don't you go?"

Xuan Wei smirked and said: "I just think that no matter how many spirit treasures there are out there, they won't be as good as the ones treasured by my uncle."

Hongjun was amused by him, and said: "Where did I get the precious treasure, and the treasure of Kaitian was also given to the apprentice, so where is there any other treasure?"

Xuan Wei didn't believe it at all, relying on his seventeen or eighteen-year-old short boy appearance, he went up to act cute and coquettish, without any shame.

Hongjun is also helpless. His three disciples are good in everything, but they have a great awe of him. They have never seen them acting coquettishly and cute in front of him. own disciple.

However, although he is not his own disciple, he is also the disciple of the old man, and there is no difference between him and his descendants.

Unable to bear Xuanwei's cheating, Hongjun said: "Okay, I really don't have any magic weapons here, there is only one book that can be read, you can take it if you want."

Xuan Wei took it and saw that it was a book without words, and the black cover could be so thick that it could not be melted away.

He flipped through it briefly, and immediately thanked Hongjun, this treasure is no small matter, it is a treasure with the same name as the Earth Book, and it has a great relationship.

Hongjun helped him up, pointed him, and said, "I almost know the plan in your heart, but you can think about it. If you miss this time, you can only have another chance until the third calamity in the future."

Xuan Wei had made up his mind a long time ago and agreed.

Hongjun patted his head and said: "Since you have made up your mind, that's fine. I've talked to you before and asked you to help me in the third calamity. I'll give you the reward in advance now."

Hongjun put a piece of white jade in Xuanwei's hand, with earnest hope in his eyes.

Xuanwei knew what this treasure was, it was the Jade Book of Good Fortune, which originated from the immortal way of Yujing Mountain and was born in response to the Dao of Heaven and Earth.This treasure has nothing to do with attack and defense, but it is Hongjun's most precious magic weapon.

This magic weapon did not fall into Li Er's hands, but into his own hands, how kind the master uncle treated him!

Xuan Wei couldn't help being speechless, her heart was full of sourness.

Hongjun patted him on the shoulder and said: "Go, from now on, unless something important happens, Zixiao Palace will not reopen."

Xuan Wei turned her head while walking, entangled and reluctant in her heart, but in the end she still couldn't say the words that came to her lips.

After Xuan Wei walked out of Zixiao Palace, there was a squeak, and the gate of Zixiao Palace closed behind him.

Xuan Wei was convinced that if it wasn't for fate, no one would be able to see Zixiao Palace again, but Zixiao Palace was always in his eyes.

This is a silent commitment and support, as long as you need, just come to me.

Who says saints are ruthless?Who said heaven is merciless?

The sage is ruthless, who is the one who saves all living beings?The way of heaven is merciless, who is in control of the glimmer of life?

The sage has love, but also has great love, and the way of heaven has love, and great love is silent.