Xiuxian: I studied abroad in modern times

Chapter 578 Talking and laughing, then launching a group attack.

"This sermon is now concluded..."

Zheng Fa didn't know how much time had passed before he heard Hongjun Daoist's last words of sermon. When he looked up, he saw Hongjun Daoist's figure disappear into nothingness and vanish directly from Zixiao Palace.

The three thousand listeners below the stage bowed deeply on their prayer cushions, expressing their gratitude.

Zheng Fagong saw Hongjun Daoist off, but did not get up. He simply sat on the futon, quietly contemplating the content of Hongjun Daoist's sermon.

Although the cultivation methods of the First Era and the present are very different, their core principles are similar. After listening to one of the sermons, Zheng Fa also had many insights and flashes of inspiration in his mind.

These chaotic thoughts were slowly passing through his mind—he could record the content of Hongjun's sermons, but such flashes of insight were fleeting.

To fully process these insights, he simply sat still and slowly organized his thoughts.

The Lu Clan's Grand Elder and the others couldn't understand what Hongjun was saying at all. Their minds were blank, so they stood up and stared at Zheng Fa in the crowd. Seeing that he seemed to have a great understanding, their gazes became even more profound.

He thought for a moment, then walked to the Golden-Winged Roc's side and said to him, "It seems that Shi Nandang has gained a lot from listening to the Dao this time."

The Golden-Winged Roc had gained almost nothing, and already displeased, his face turned even more ashen upon hearing this. He glanced coldly at Zheng Fa, then glared at the Lu Clan's Grand Elder: "Who do you think you are, daring to try and sow discord in front of me?"

The smile on the Lu Clan's elder's lips froze, and he immediately said, "Do you all really want to see Shi Nandang seize the Primordial Purple Qi?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor also shifted.

However, when the Creation Daoist heard this, he turned to stare at Zheng Fa, who was still in deep thought, and after a long while said, "If Fellow Daoist Shi Nandang can truly obtain this Primordial Purple Qi, I would be happy to see it happen."

Everyone seemed surprised to see the Creation Daoist so magnanimous, and they all looked at him with astonishment.

The Lu Clan's Grand Elder sneered, "That's nice to say. If Shi Nandang were ranked ahead of you, would you still be able to say that?"

"These are my heartfelt words." Daoist Creation was not offended at all and still smiled. "In fact, I think Fellow Daoist White Lotus is the one who understands my words best."

The white lotus-shaped Bodhi seed from Leiyin Temple, with its prominent cracks, evoked a look of heartache.

Upon hearing the Daoist of Creation mention his name, he put the Bodhi seed into his robes, nodded to the crowd, and sighed, "This seventh meditation cushion is truly difficult to sit on. I doubt that Benefactor Shi will have the opportunity to sit on it either."

"What's so strange about this futon?"

The Golden-Winged Roc seemed to know him well and asked directly.

"Both the Creator and I were only a stone's throw away from the seven prayer cushions in the first row, but that one step felt like an insurmountable chasm."

His words left everyone even more confused.

The Creation Daoist chimed in, “Fellow Daoists, you only see us sitting at the front, but if we want to advance further, it’s different from your situation.”

"How is it different?"

"Only those with great enlightenment, great merit, and great perseverance can sit on the seventh meditation cushion." The Creation Daoist looked at the meditation cushion he was sitting on and shook his head. "As soon as we sat in this position, we knew the rules. This is not a position that can be obtained simply by listening to the Dao. Moreover, the seventh meditation cushion is different from the other meditation cushions in one major way."

The Grand Elder of the Lu Clan asked anxiously, "What's different?"

"Better to have none than something of poor quality." The Creator Daoist flicked his whisk, seemingly helpless and annoyed. "It seems that this futon has been vacant since the beginning. If you don't meet the requirements, you absolutely can't sit on it."

"..."

The Gu God's gaze fell on Zheng Fa, and he murmured, "You mean, it's possible that none of us can obtain the Primordial Purple Qi? No wonder you said you were happy to see it happen."

Daoist Creation smiled, his expression sincere: "They are all people trusted by Fellow Daoist Lu Yao. Obtaining the Primordial Purple Qi is the key. Who comes first or last doesn't matter."

The Lu Clan's Grand Elder and the Gu God exchanged a glance, still unable to believe that the Daoist of Creation could be so magnanimous, but they couldn't say anything else.

The Daoist of Creation, however, looked at Zheng Fa with an expectant expression: "We are all in this Zixiao Palace, and we can't understand a single word. What are we talking about in terms of great enlightenment and great merit?"

"Take those six in the front row, for example. The aura emanating from each of them is unfathomable. If we could receive even a hint or two of their guidance, even if we didn't obtain the Primordial Purple Qi, it would still be an unparalleled opportunity. But..."

The others were also frustrated. They really couldn't understand the language—in the Xuanwei Realm, they could use various spells and divine senses to solve this problem.

But these people are just phantoms in Fusangmu's memory. It's hard to say whether they have any consciousness or not, let alone any divine sense. No wonder this Daoist of Creation expects Shi Nandang to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi. He probably thinks he can't possibly get it.

To put it bluntly, if you want to compete for the Primordial Purple Qi, the Primordial Purple Qi must first appear. In the current situation, it's pointless to compete.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in confusion, a middle-aged man on the front six prayer cushions suddenly turned his head and said something to them.

"..."

On the other five prayer cushions, the five powerful beings also looked towards the Creation Daoist and the others.

The Lu Clan's Grand Elder felt goosebumps rising on the back of his neck—even though he knew these six people were just phantoms, their profound aura and the spiritual light in their eyes made him realize his own insignificance.

More importantly, these six people could not only see them, these people from the future, but were also talking to them.

The Daoist of Creation's calm smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of excitement, panic, and tension.

Everyone could understand his thoughts; everyone shared the same idea as him.

These six powerful beings were able to travel through time and communicate with them; their strength was simply unimaginable.

If one could receive even a single pointer, it would be of endless benefit in the future. Perhaps, what they said might even be related to the Primordial Purple Qi.

The problem is—I can't understand it!

They had no idea what the middle-aged Taoist was talking about!
Not to mention the Daoist of Creation, even the Golden-Winged Roc was scratching its head in great anxiety.

Seeing that they remained silent and their eyes clearly showed some disdain, the middle-aged Taoist stood up and walked out of Zixiao Palace.

The other five seemed to have lost interest in them as well, and all looked like they wanted to leave Zixiao Palace.

"Senior, stay!"

The Grand Elder of the Lu Clan couldn't help but shout.

But the six people seemed to ignore him completely, and even the White Lotus Monk couldn't help but shake his head in regret.

Just when everyone was about to despair, they heard a sentence they couldn't understand. The pronunciation was strange, somewhat awkward, and even stuttering.

When everyone turned around, they saw that Shi Nandang had finished his meditation, stood up from the futon, and was saying something to the six people who were about to leave.

At the entrance of Zixiao Palace, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Zheng Fa.

"He..." The Lu Clan's Grand Elder opened his mouth slightly, his expression full of disbelief, "He can understand? He can speak?"

Golden-Winged Roc and the others stared wide-eyed, remaining silent as Zheng Fa walked toward the palace entrance.

……

Zheng Fa called out to the six people, even at the cost of revealing that he knew ancient languages, mainly for the sake of the Qiankun Cauldron.

The rules of the Nine Luminaries Heaven are special. Although they were brought back to the First Era, it was all an illusion.

According to Zheng Fa's observation, in this Zixiao Palace, only the six people in front of him and Hongjun Daoist seemed to have intelligence; the rest were like NPCs, and they couldn't even communicate with each other.

He wanted to obtain information about the spiritual materials and magical artifacts on the Qiankun Cauldron, so he could only try to interact with these seven people. Even if he didn't gain anything significant, understanding the information about various ancient magical artifacts and spiritual materials would be very helpful in analyzing the usage of the Qiankun Cauldron.

"You can understand?" The middle-aged Taoist looked at him with great interest and asked, "Why are they so stupid? They can't even understand what I'm saying."

"..."

“算了，你叫什么名字？”

"As a junior scholar who has not yet mastered Zheng's teachings, may I ask..."

“My name is Tongtian!” Before Zheng Fa could finish speaking, a young-looking man next to the middle-aged Taoist introduced, “This is my second brother, Yuanshi, and this is my eldest brother, Taishang. Outsiders call us the Three Pure Ones.”

When the Primordial Taoist saw Tongtian interrupt, he was somewhat speechless, but he didn't say anything, only shook his head, as if he felt that his third brother was too lively.

The only woman among the six spoke with a smile: "My name is Nuwa."

The other two Taoist priests, whose attire was somewhat peculiar, then introduced themselves:
"Reception."

"Zhunti."

As expected, they are these six sages!

Zheng Fayi bowed, and the Primitive Taoist and others did not slack off, returning the bow with half a bow each.

After learning his name, Tongtian Daoren couldn't help but ask, "Are you... from the future?"

“As far as I know, that’s how it is…” Zheng Fa replied hesitantly, “but I don’t know if what I know is the true history.”

To put it bluntly, the Zixiao Palace and these six people only exist in the Nine Luminaries Heaven, or even an illusion. Who knows if this is real history or something fabricated by Fusang Wood?

The Primordial Taoist frowned, as if he had grasped something important, and said, "You mean, later generations will not know our deeds?"

“...Yes.” Zheng Fa’s voice was very low. “In fact, people in later generations do not know your names.”

The other five saints' expressions changed slightly, as if they had all realized something. They looked at each other and fell silent.

The way they looked at Zheng Fa changed; if it had been somewhat condescending before, it was now more serious.

"So it seems that some changes have occurred in the future that we are unaware of..." the Supreme Daoist said slowly. "I wonder if you could tell us more about the future?"

"of course can."

Taishang thought for a moment, then gently shook his head and said, "This is my teacher's place of practice, not a place for a long chat. We must return to Kunlun to reflect on what we have learned from this lecture. Perhaps we can invite you to Kunlun to discuss the Dao at a later time?"

Zheng Fa bowed and agreed.

Taishang, along with Yuanshi and Tongtian, bowed solemnly to Zheng Fa and said earnestly, "Fellow Daoist, please do not break your promise."

After saying this, the three of them walked out of Zixiao Palace.

Zheng Fa watched the three leave, and then a chuckle reached his ears: "Fellow Daoist Zheng Fa, I am also very curious about the future."

It was Nuwa who spoke, and Zheng Fa's attitude was even more respectful than before: "I will tell you everything I know."

Seeing his attitude, Nuwa raised a phoenix eye and smiled more deeply, nodding and saying, "Then please don't mind me bothering you in the future."

After saying that, she smiled at Zheng Fa and gracefully left.

The two, Jieyin and Zhunti, said similar things, both wanting to know about the future. They were even more polite to Zheng Fa.

The Creation Daoist and others behind Zheng Fa watched him move with ease and wit in front of the six powerful figures, their expressions varied, all seemingly lost in thought.

As the sermon ended, Zixiao Palace gradually emptied out. Zheng Fa and the others flew out from the sky and landed back in the Taoist temple of the Creation Taoist.

The group entered the main hall in silence, and the Lu Clan's Grand Elder couldn't wait to speak: "Shi Nandang, how do you know this language?"

When Zheng Fa looked up, he saw that everyone else was staring intently at him, and they had seemingly surrounded him.

I learned it by accident.

"What a fortunate opportunity," the Lu Clan's Grand Elder sneered. "No wonder you progressed so quickly when you listened to the teachings!"

Zheng Fa glanced at him, then looked at the Golden-Winged Roc and the others.

The Golden-Winged Roc's eyes were filled with cold light, and the Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor were also staring at him.

"What, shouldn't I understand?"

"Serves you right," the Lu Clan's Grand Elder sneered. "But shouldn't you also teach us a lesson?"

Zheng Fa suddenly realized that this was the same idea that everyone was after.

A thoughtful expression crossed his face. The Golden-Winged Roc spoke up: "The Creation has always said that we are all His Majesty the Demon Emperor's people, without distinction. If you truly consider us your own, you should be completely open with your opinions. What do you think?"

The Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor nodded slightly.

The White Lotus Monk also showed his agreement, and put his hands together, saying, "In this way, it would be a wonderful thing for us to jointly study the ancient Dao."

Zheng Fa glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Master, why don't you lend us the Bodhi seeds?"

The white lotus monk was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, but could not answer.

"Shi Nandang, do you mean you're unwilling to teach us?"

"The Grand Elder of the Lu Clan said coldly."

"If I am unwilling, what can I do?"

The eight Nascent Soul cultivators of the Lu Clan had planned this all along, and with their natal magic weapons in hand, they surrounded Zheng Fa.

The Daoist of Creation spoke up at this moment: "Why bother taking action? If we are not careful, wouldn't no one be able to obtain this Primordial Purple Qi?"

"Can't get it?" The Lu Clan's Grand Elder sneered. "The eight of us are the weakest in cultivation and can't understand the teachings. There's no way we could have obtained the Primordial Purple Qi!"

Zheng Fa frowned slightly.

This group of Lu people seemed to be throwing caution to the wind.

The problem is, the situation is really tricky now—not only can he understand Hongjun Daoist's teachings, but he has also made some connections with Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, and others, and he might even be able to figure out the spiritual materials and magical treasures on the Qiankun Cauldron.

With the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Illusion Realm present, he can gain many benefits.

This group of people, in their suicidal scheme, actually hit him where it hurt.

He looked at the others and saw the Golden-Winged Roc sneering to the side, while the others looked on with amusement.

"The Primordial Purple Qi is a supreme treasure left behind by our Holy Ancestor," the Grand Elder of the Lu Clan continued. "If our Lu Clan cannot obtain it, then no one else needs to obtain it either."

(End of this chapter)