Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

Chapter 8 Saint
Seeing that Bai Jing was able to calm down so quickly, Laozi praised him, "This person has a good character."

Yuanshi and Tongtian both nodded. Not everyone can resist the temptation of a spiritual treasure that has the same origin as themselves.

"If it were any other spiritual treasure, I wouldn't mind establishing a good relationship with this person, but this Qingping Sword is absolutely impossible." Tongtian said.

Laozi and Yuanshi also deeply agreed with this. The spiritual treasures in their hands were not just three innate top-grade spiritual treasures, but also symbolized the friendship among the Three Pure Ones.

That was after the lecture at Zixiao Palace. After the Three Pure Ones divided the treasure gourd, they continued their travels. Suddenly, they saw a bright divine light and clear air filling the sky. Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was a blue lotus.

After some calculations, Laozi figured out the origin of the green lotus and realized that it was transformed from a mature lotus seed from the Primordial Chaos Green Lotus.

At that time, the Primal Chaos Green Lotus disintegrated as Pangu opened the sky, and turned into many treasures. Among them, four immature lotus seeds turned into the twelfth-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, the twelfth-grade Merit Golden Lotus, the twelfth-grade Karma Red Lotus, and the twelfth-grade World-Purifying White Lotus. However, precisely because they were immature, these four lotus flowers escaped the disaster.

The only mature lotus seed turned into the twenty-fourth-grade green lotus of creation, which was an innate supreme treasure. However, because it did not have the merit of creating the world, the great heavenly way did not allow it to exist as an innate supreme treasure, which led to today's disaster.

When the Three Pure Ones were traveling, they encountered it and saw that this supreme treasure was about to break. Laozi flew forward, pointed at the green lotus and said, "Red flower."

Suddenly, the red flower on the green lotus turned into a coiled dragon crutch and fell into Laozi's hand.

Yuanshi Tianzun also stretched out his hand and said, "White lotus root." The white lotus root turned into a Sanbao Jade Ruyi and fell into Yuanshi's hand.

Tongtian also pointed to the green lotus and said, "Green lotus leaf." The lotus leaf then turned into a green lotus sword and fell into Tongtian's hand.

These three treasures are all top-grade innate spiritual treasures, just as "red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the Three Pure Ones were originally one family."

Bai Jing managed to suppress his inner throbbing with great difficulty, and naturally would not focus his attention on these three spiritual treasures. He turned to look at the others.

Among the people standing in front, there were men in purple and gold Taoist robes and men in red robes talking and laughing, there was a young Taoist standing with a sword on his back, there was a cold and powerful man with gloomy eyes, there were brothers and sisters walking together, there was a pair of Taoists with tattered and patched clothes, and there were brothers with the bearing of an emperor, one of whom would look at Hou Tu from time to time.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Jing, the people in front are all great powers in the prehistoric world. The one wearing a purple-gold robe is Zhen Yuanzi, and the one wearing a red robe is Hong Yun.

The young Taoist holding a sword is Minghe, and the one with gloomy eyes is Kunpeng." Hou Tu briefly introduced some of the great powers in the ancient times to Bai Jing.

Bai Jing compared these people with the images he knew in his previous life, glanced at Fuxi and Nuwa, and no longer paid attention to the powerful people in front of him.

Over the next thousand years, more and more creatures gathered in the rear, and the Yiyuan Meeting was about to arrive. Bai Jing was closing his eyes and regulating his breathing when he suddenly heard a slight sound. Countless powerful people opened their eyes and looked, only to see that the gate of the Zixiao Palace was slightly opened, and a small head timidly poked out from it.

It turned out to be a delicate little girl. Seeing so many people, she seemed a little nervous. She immediately retracted her head after sticking it out. After a while, she stuck her head out again and said timidly, "The first Yuan meeting has arrived. The master's second sermon is about to begin. Please enter the hall."

As soon as Yao Chi finished speaking, two Taoist children pushed open the door of Zixiao Palace from the left and right.

Bai Jing almost laughed out loud. Is this the Queen Mother? Why is she so cute now? Bai Jing glanced at the boy on the other side. Haotian has always had a serious face since he was a child, and he looks a bit majestic.

When a group of powerful people saw the gate of Zixiao Palace open, they all walked in.

The seats had been reserved when Hongjun gave his last sermon, and everyone went to sit down in the seats where they had listened to the sermon last time. Hou Tu called Bai Jing to the seat where the Twelve Ancestral Witches had sat when they listened to the sermon last time. Her brothers and sisters would not come, and the seat was empty anyway, so it was better to let Bai Jing sit there.

After a while, the gate of Zixiao Palace closed, and everyone below hurriedly sat down. They saw a figure suddenly appear from virtual to real on the cushion at the top.

Bai Jing's face froze, because he couldn't see how Hongjun appeared. Even when he saw Hongjun sitting there, he couldn't feel his presence.

It was as if Hongjun was already there, but he was unable to detect him, or as if he had not appeared at all.

Before coming here, he had imagined what a saint was like. After seeing Hongjun, he felt that his imagination was still too poor. Is this a saint? It's really unfathomable! Bai Jing was sweating profusely.

Hongjun sat at the very front and glanced at the people below. One quarter of the cultivators who had been attending the lecture in Zixiao Palace did not come, and were replaced by new cultivators.

Except for a few specific people, Hongjun doesn't care who comes to listen to his teachings.

After a moment, Hongjun said, "This lecture will last for three thousand years, and will begin with the path to becoming a quasi-saint. A quasi-saint is the transitional stage between a Daluo Jinxian and a saint. Therefore, if you want to talk about quasi-saints, you must first talk about saints."

At this time, Laozi asked: "May I ask the saint, what exactly is a saint?"

Hongjun looked down from above, glancing indifferently at the three thousand powerful men below. His eyes contained endless Taoist charm, which made everyone's scalp tingle.

After a moment, Hongjun's intimidating gaze disappeared, and he spoke slowly: A sage is one who rules the universe, endures countless calamities without being worn out, is not stained by cause and effect, is always with the heaven, exists with the Tao, is omniscient and omnipotent.

A sage is one who understands everything in the universe and the past, present and future. He plays out time and space, birth, death and reincarnation in his hands.

A sage, when his mind moves, the laws of nature change. They are boundless and immeasurable, without birth or death, returning to the silent void. They can gather or disperse, are neither born nor destroyed, and are indestructible. They are beyond time and space, and are not affected by cause and effect. They roam outside the material world, and are not based on the cycle of time and space. They exist forever.

All those below the saints are ants."

The phrase "All below a saint are ants" made many of the powerful people present lose their minds. It turns out that after countless years of hard practice, we are still ants?

Many of the powerful people below had bitter expressions on their faces and even began to doubt their own practice.

But there are still some powerful people who were not defeated. Instead, they were aroused to fight harder and had a stronger yearning for the saints.

Even Laozi found it difficult to maintain his tranquil and inaction state of mind, so he bowed and asked, "May I ask how a saint can become a saint?"

"Facing a saint, even I can't remain calm and do nothing!" Bai Jing sighed in his heart.

Hou Tu was confused at this time. Their Wu clan did not have a primordial spirit, and what Hongjun talked about was all related to the primordial spirit. Doesn't this mean that their Wu clan had no chance of becoming a saint?

(End of this chapter)