Chapter 90 Hongjun Passes on the Dharma to Taoist Qingrong
“Years of hardship are not as good as a word from a good teacher.”

Although achieving the mid-stage Daluo Jinxian cultivation was a natural thing for Hengming, it would still take an unknown amount of time to endure. Today, he reached the peak in one step, saving countless time, which was naturally a happy event.

Hongjun continued to preach and sat on the golden lotus platform to release thousands of fairy lights, but the great way he preached was sometimes the mortal way and sometimes the immortal way. When he was in the mood, he talked about the method of becoming a divine immortal from a celestial being, and when he was not in the mood, he talked about the way of returning to the innate from the acquired.

Thousands of great roads form patterns, whether it is a phoenix, a dragon, a unicorn, a white tiger, or a black tortoise, and you can even see the three-legged golden crow dancing with the lunar rabbit. The yin and yang energies are constantly intersecting, and the five elements are combining with each other.

Hongjun was talking about the Dao of Taiyi at this moment, and Hengming listened very carefully, because he wanted to comprehend a magical power from this Dao. He had many regrets when he broke through to Daluo from Taiyi, and he wanted to make up for them one by one today.

"What is Taiyi? Taiyi is the art of numbers, and the art of numbers is Taiyi. Knowing the secrets of heaven, understanding destiny, avoiding disasters, and pursuing fortune, with an immortal heart, thousands of years of time will be in vain."

Hongjun's expression was calm, and his words were like a wake-up call that dispelled the confusion in Hengming's heart. He shouted involuntarily, and an acre-sized cloud of celebration floated out above his head. Three flowers bloomed inside the cloud, and each flower had twelve grades, each enshrining a different great spiritual treasure.

The flower on the far left is as pure as a lotus. It is the flower of the sky, holding the feeling of the great way. A fist-sized treasure wheel is constantly rotating in the pistil, mobilizing countless forces of destiny, constantly washing this auspicious cloud, and manipulating the wheel of destiny.

The flower on the far right is particularly flamboyant; it is the Earth Flower, the master of the Great Dao. A long scroll is constantly spreading inside the flower, but it cannot break through the range of the flower. Countless disasters are born out of thin air, tempering the auspicious clouds and destroying all the impurities. It is the destiny map.

However, the flower in the middle is extremely illusory. It is a human flower, holding the spirit of the Great Dao. An inexplicable atlas is constantly rotating. The meaning of destiny is constantly extending above this atlas, vaguely showing the first of the three treasures.

In addition to these three flowers and three treasures, there is also a compass and a brush hovering at the bottom of the Qingyun, which are the Feng Shui compass and the judge's brush respectively.

Hengming closed his eyes and frowned, with an expression that seemed to be neither crying nor laughing lingering on his face. A bit of spiritual thought floated out inadvertently, drilled into the island of destiny at his waist, and merged into a banyan tree.

The huge banyan tree shook slightly, then suddenly began to shrink, and finally turned into a young Taoist with a handsome face and tall stature.

This Taoist had a fierce aura, and although he had a smile on his face, his cultivation had already reached the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"I am Qingrong, a poor Taoist priest. I am honored to meet you."

Taoist Qingrong bowed in the air, then sat cross-legged on his own, listening to Hongjun's preaching on the Fate Island.

Hongjun glanced at Hengming, then smiled slightly, without any other intention.

Hengming was in a wonderful state at this moment. All his confusions disappeared and everything in the world reappeared. The memories of countless people poured into his sea of ​​consciousness, some were generals, some were emperors, some were servants, some were young masters, and some were immortals.

He was surrounded by beautiful women, had many wives and concubines, and countless children. He died in peace.

They were both beautiful and charming, but in the end they were separated and eventually starved to death in the ice and snow.

A general fought in the battlefield and finally defeated the enemy general. He took off his head and presented it to the emperor. The emperor was very pleased and rewarded him with countless rare treasures. In the end, the general spent his old age in peace.

He also fought on the battlefield and defeated enemy generals, whose heads were presented to the emperor. However, because his achievements were so great that he frightened the emperor, he was strangled to death on his bed with ropes by several concubines given by the emperor. It is a pity that a general died so miserably and aggrievedly.

There are accomplished immortals who are feared by the world, bless countless lives, and reach the pinnacle of this world under the admiration of all living beings.

Some were refined by the demonic monks as soon as they entered the immortal path. Inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, their life and death were not in their own hands. They suffered countless tortures and finally disappeared into thin air.

Until the very end, Hengming saw himself.

No, it’s my former self, the one named Su Heng.

Countless memories flashed through Heng Ming's mind. He was the young master, he was the general, he was the immortal, he was Su Heng, and everyone was him. This was everything he had experienced. He was himself in his previous life, his former self.

But in the end, no matter whether it was the young master, the general, the immortal, or Su Heng, they all turned into a wisp of dust and were swept into the most remote corner.

"I am Hengming, a trace of the soul of the Destiny Demon God that has taken shape. From now on, I will no longer have reincarnation, no future, no past, because I only have the present! I will not fight for the survival of eternity, but only for the glory of this life!"

A huge yet tiny cry was roared out by Hengming. No one heard this cry, and no one could feel this persistence. On the path of cultivation, only oneself can survive, and only oneself can be trusted.

Only the fate in the dark heard this cry, and flowers of fateful smallpox condensed in his body. This was fate's blessing to the innate sacredness that it had nurtured, congratulating him on breaking free from his own fate.

"If you want to control your fate, you must first get rid of it, break free from it, and finally control the universe with a detached attitude, and control everything with your mind. The Fate Demon God didn't understand this truth, but I did!"

Hengming suddenly opened his eyes, two rays of divine light shot out from his eyes, and finally gradually dissipated in the air.

He still had a trace of rationality and knew that this was Zixiao Palace and it was not his turn to act recklessly.

Hongjun was still talking about the great Dao, but the Dao he was talking about had changed from Taiyi to Daluo. Hengming immediately listened attentively.

The sound of the Great Dao could be heard continuously in Zixiao Palace, whether it was the Golden Immortal achieving Taiyi or Taiyi breaking through Daluo. The gods who were originally Daluo Golden Immortals made even better progress in their cultivation. The seven people sitting on the cushions all achieved the middle stage of Daluo Golden Immortal without exception, and Laozi and Hengming had even gradually touched the threshold of the late stage of Daluo Golden Immortal.

Hongjun spoke for tens of thousands of years. Just when the gods were fascinated, the immortal sound that could tell all the mysteries of the great Dao stopped, and immediately awakened the gods. They felt as if their hearts were being scratched by thousands of claws, but they did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Hongjun.

Hongjun ignored everyone's expression and said calmly: "This lecture has been going on for 33,000 years. When you come back 3,000 years later, I will tell you about the mysteries of the Tao again."

The gods did not dare to hesitate, and immediately stood up and saluted, saying: "Disciple obeys your command and waits for the teacher."

Hongjun nodded slightly and disappeared in an instant. Although the gods had made great progress in their cultivation, they still could not catch any trace of Hongjun's disappearance. They could not help but sigh in admiration at the profound cultivation of this saint.

Nuwa's face was full of Taoism, and it was obvious that she had gained a lot of benefits. She looked at Hengming and said, "Daoist friend Hengming, are you and Daoist friend Bixia going to travel outside or return to the Taoist temple to practice hard? Why not come back to Fengqi Mountain with me?"

Bixia Yuanjun said: "Listening to the teachings of Saint Hongjun, I have gained a lot of insights in my heart, and vaguely comprehended the essence of the earth. Now I have to return to Mount Tai to practice in seclusion. Daoist friend Hengming, why don't you return to Mount Tai with me so that we can discuss the Dao with each other?"

The Three Pure Ones also invited Hengming to join them. They also knew that Hengming's temple could move with him, so he did not have a fixed residence.

Heng Ming shook his head and rejected their invitation. "I don't plan to go back to the prehistoric world this time. I'll just practice hard in this chaos. After all, my Taoist temple is special. No matter where it is, I can still be at peace. Thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoists."

Nuwa and Bixia Yuanjun did not force it after hearing this, and the same went for the Three Pure Ones. They were all anxious to return to the Taoist temple to comprehend the great Dao, so they just hurriedly greeted each other and quickly headed towards the prehistoric land.

Hengming randomly drilled into the chaos somewhere, found a secluded place, released the Island of Fate, and entered there to practice hard.

However, due to the prying eyes of the gods when they left, especially the malicious brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, as soon as Heng Ming entered the Fate Island, he continued to sink the Fate Island into deeper chaos, making it impossible for anyone to find him.

Hengming's cultivation has improved much more than when he first entered the chaos. Even though Dijun Taiyi was prepared, he was still one step slower than Hengming and could only watch him go deeper into the chaos.

The great way is not obvious within the chaos. Although it has not disappeared, its perception has been suppressed. Therefore, even if Hengming wants to leave, no one can find him.

Di Jun was secretly resentful. Not only him, but even Kunpeng and Dong Wanggong, two people who had new and old grudges against him, were angry. They hated themselves for acting too late and should have acted earlier.

It’s a pity that they had previously been concerned about the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and Bixia Yuanjun, which allowed Hengming to leave calmly.

As soon as Hengming entered the Fate Island, he went to the Lihen Palace to practice hard, constantly consolidating and improving his cultivation, and practiced for a thousand years before opening his eyes.

"The late stage of Daluo Jinxian is just around the corner, and I don't know when I can break through. But there are only two thousand years before Hongjun preaches. By then, breaking through to the late stage will be a piece of cake. Hongjun will definitely talk about the way of Hunyuan Jinxian when he preaches. Although I don't know whether he will talk about the way of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, I can't be careless. It's also a good thing to practice more."

Hengming's gains did not stop there. Besides, the incomplete fragment of the Jade Butterfly of Creation in his sea of ​​consciousness also supplemented a lot of great ideas.

In addition to the three already perfect great laws of destiny, reincarnation, and earth, the two great laws of destruction and creation have been supplemented to the level of Hunyuan Jinxian, and the four great laws of the five elements, yin and yang, life, and death have been supplemented to the level of Daluo Jinxian.

In addition to these six great laws, there are also many other great laws, but the highest is only at the level of Golden Immortal. There are many great laws such as time, space, thunder and lightning that are almost motionless.

But this has already made Hengming very happy. After all, this is equivalent to getting it for free. What's more, having these six great laws is enough.

This allows him to maintain his understanding of the different avenues even when there are no other great gods to discuss the Dao with him.

The great way cannot be achieved through single-minded contemplation. Each great way is more or less connected to other great ways. For example, the connection between the two great ways of creation and life is extremely profound, and even most of the principles are the same.

Why do all the great gods in the ancient times like to discuss the Dao with others? It is to allow the two different paths to be integrated and refined, absorb the useful aspects of each other, and discard their own shortcomings. This way, they can always maintain an upward trend.

Hengming was thinking in his heart, when a voice suddenly came from outside the Lihen Palace: "Master, can I come in?"

"who!"

Heng Ming was shocked that someone could enter the Fate Island silently without him noticing anything. This was something that even the Hunyuan Golden Immortal could not do. But then he found out through the connection between them that the other party was Taoist Qingrong.

It was the clone of a spiritual root, the Blue Sky Green Banyan, that he had obtained earlier.

"I've been practicing for too long, my brain is almost numb, I even forgot about Qingrong Taoist."

Heng Ming smiled bitterly. It was not that he deliberately forgot about Taoist Qingrong, but when Taoist Qingrong was born, he was in the process of cutting off the memories of countless reincarnations and abandoning all destined destinies. At that time, Hongjun was preaching, and he devoted himself to comprehending the great Dao. Afterwards, he entered the Island of Destiny and practiced hard for a thousand years, and naturally forgot about this clone.

Heng Ming waved his hand, and the tightly closed Lihen Palace immediately opened its doors. A handsome Taoist walked in slowly, his face full of resentment: "My Lord, did you forget about my clone just now?"

The two of them were connected, and Hengming had not blocked his own inner fluctuations just now, so he was naturally sensed by Taoist Qingrong.

Hengming coughed lightly. Even with his thick skin, he didn't feel embarrassed. He changed the subject and said, "Your cultivation is not bad. You have achieved Taiyi Jinxian, which is very useful. It seems that you were born at a good time."

Indeed, when a top-level innate sacred being like Hengming was just born, his cultivation level was only that of a Golden Immortal.

Taoist Qingrong was able to achieve the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal because, firstly, Hengming had been nurturing it tirelessly since he acquired it, and secondly, when Hongjun was preaching, he happened to talk about how Golden Immortals could achieve Taiyi. There was no shortage of various spiritual energies in Zixiao Palace, so Taoist Qingrong naturally ascended to the level of Golden Immortal in one step and achieved Taiyi.

Taoist Qingrong chuckled and was about to say something, but suddenly an extremely ferocious roar came from the Fate Island, which was also as powerful as Taiyi level. Countless evil spirits were born out of thin air, and they actually wanted to turn the Fate Island into a ferocious place.

"Is this Qiongqi? I didn't expect that this Qiongqi could actually recover to the level of Taiyi Jinxian. I thought that considering the barrenness of Fate Island, it would be good enough for it to remain at the Jinxian realm without dying."

Hengming immediately realized who the roar came from and said with interest.

He stretched out his hand and calculated, and then he realized that after so many years, when Huashan and Hengshan were transmitting luck to him, even the essence of the mountains also flowed into the island along with the luck. With the nourishment of this essence, Qiongqi buried at the bottom of Fate Island also gradually recovered his cultivation. He woke up today, roared, and planned to seek revenge on Hengming.

Hengming shook his head and laughed. With his current level of cultivation, even if Qiongqi recovered to his prime, he would have to fight him to know whether he would win or lose, not to mention that he was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal now.

But Qiongqi is related to future plans, so he cannot be killed.

Just as Hengming was about to continue suppressing Qiongqi, a mysterious call suddenly came from his sea of ​​consciousness, or more accurately, from his Qingyun.

The Feng Shui compass kept shaking, and one of its needles was spinning randomly, as if it wanted to lead Heng Ming directly to the location of this opportunity. However, due to the chaos that confused the mysteries of heaven, it could not be made clear.

Heng Ming was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "As soon as I came out of retreat, a spiritual treasure was delivered to my door. It is really a good omen from heaven. Great joy, great joy! Qing Rong, you just made a move and you are a Taiyi Golden Immortal. You lack an opponent. Even if I pass on my combat experience to you, it is just talk on paper. Now it is just a good opportunity to use that Qiongqi as a training object. Don't kill him, just suppress him. I have to go to the prehistoric world."

Taoist Qingrong had no objection and bowed happily. Then he went towards the place where the roar came from. After a while, a loud noise was heard.

Hengming thought about it, and finally decided to leave Fate Island in the Chaos. After all, Fate Island is a Taoist temple rather than a magical treasure. Originally, he kept it on his body in order to have a protective object. Now that he has the Record of Destiny, he naturally no longer needs to go through so much hardship on Fate Island.

After all, the Island of Fate can nurture all living things and provide him with an endless supply of worldly experiences, which is of great help to him in controlling his destiny.

When Hengming left, he threw out the Judge's Pen as a guardian of the Fate Island. By the way, he could also adjust and weave the Fate Array to assist the array in absorbing the chaotic energy and transforming it into spiritual energy. After all, all living beings also need to practice.

(End of this chapter)