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Chapter 1061 Old man

It is a practice tool used to alert oneself, control the rhythm of practice, and guide oneself to stay focused.

[The method that Ren Jiang came up with...]

Hongjun stroked his beard and pondered for a moment. The human race had unstable nature and consciousness, and was unable to meditate and practice at any time and place like the innate gods.

Ren Jiang then thought of using instruments such as wooden fish and golden bowl to help himself enter a state of Zen tranquility and practice.

When the young monk finished reciting the scriptures and began to pack up the things in front of him.

Hongjun then said: "Suppressing one's nature in this way is actually ineffective in cultivation. Without any thoughts or ideas, one is like a stone."

The young man bowed to Hongjun but did not say anything and continued doing his own thing.

Hongjun was helpless. It was something that all the saints in the heavens wished for, for he could give guidance to others, but this young man ignored him.

"You only show kindness and dispel ill will. If you continue like this, it will give rise to demonic obstacles. Luo back then... in short, he went against the grain."

The young man collected his things, packed them up, and sat cross-legged in front of the fire quietly. He then replied, "Thank you for the reminder, senior."

“The trail has found its own way, all we have to do is keep going.”

Hongjun: "..."

Then he looked at the young man's cultivation level, which was that he was at the level of Daluo Jinxian, and was only one step away from entering the level of Quasi-Saint. He nodded involuntarily.

"Are you Ren Jiang's direct disciple? Like Suiren, you practice the great way of fire? Eh? No, the sun is real fire?"

Hongjun looked thoughtful. Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang had been dead for more than two thousand years. Only Lu Ya could emit such pure solar true fire.

"Senior, you are very knowledgeable. I admire you. It is the Sun's True Fire, but now it is called the Great Sun's True Fire."

The young man spread out his hands and the golden flame appeared directly on his palms.

"Ancestor Jiang summarized the true fire of the sun into a method of cultivation and passed it on to the human race. He once said that the true fire of the sun was violent and the fire evil was strong, and the human race could not control it."

"So I thought of a matching practice method, which worked together and after improvement, it became the Great Sun."

Hongjun nodded and said, "Can you show me your scriptures?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take out the scripture from the package and handed it over across the fire.

Hongjun took it and flipped through it casually.

"The Tathagata attained perfect enlightenment not for one living being, nor for two nor for many. He did so out of compassion for the realms of living beings with no remaining memories and those with remaining memories."

"He preaches the Dharma according to his own nature. The Lord of Secrets has no previous Mahayana training."

Hongjun raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. To express profound ideas in simple words and to explain the great principles in words is itself a difficult task.

The Tao cannot be expressed in words.

Then he sighed again, somewhat helplessly. The human race rose, and human ginger played a big role in it.

"Did you write this?"

"It was passed down by our ancestor Jiang."

Hongjun was silent for a moment, but no one knew what he was thinking in his heart, "He lost, humanity has changed..."

"What is Buddha?"

The young Taoist put his hands together and bowed his head slightly, "Buddha is everywhere. Buddha is everywhere."

Hongjun nodded, "How do you solve the problem of the intersection of good and evil?"

The young Taoist was not stingy and showed it to Hongjun directly. A Taoist with a golden body like a shining sun appeared behind the young man.

Hongjun's pupils shrank slightly. He knew this magic. It was about controlling the heavens and the earth. It was Ren Jiang's specialty and had reached the level of Tao.

However, it is somewhat different from Fa Tian Xiang Di, it is a nine-zhang golden body.

The golden body is an existence that transcends time and space and is neither born nor destroyed.

It is also a kind of essential existence, real and unreal, just like the chaotic breath that is hard to fathom.

"You have demonstrated the level of the Golden Immortal to the fullest. With this skill, you can already be called a powerful person."

Hongjun praised sincerely that the Daluo Jinxian was a concept embodied in the Great Dao, and in this ancient world, it was still a physical body and a spiritual mind.

However, this golden body is the combination of the three bodies of the Daluo Golden Immortal, namely the past, present and future, integrated into one, and is indestructible on the Great Dao.

The past body is indestructible, the present body is indestructible, and the future body does not exist.

"All-knowing World-honored One, all dharmas are free, what I seek is great freedom."

Hongjun nodded and stood up.

"Very good. The road to the future is a smooth one. If you don't die... By the way, young man, what's your name?"

"Vairocana."

After returning the scripture, Hongjun put his hands behind his back and disappeared into the endless night sky.

Murong Ji stretched lazily. After receiving the message from his disciple, he became alert.

His plan was discovered by Hongjun, and he was thinking about what to do.

Suddenly, the heaven and earth were in turmoil.

The three people in the house looked up at the sky at the same time, their eyes passing through the roof and falling on the turbulent sky.

The sky is turbulent, but in fact it is not the sky that is shaking, but the endless laws of Tao that are vibrating.

This kind of shock is quite powerful. The last time there was such a powerful force was when Dayu performed the Fengshan ceremony.

After coming to their senses, the three of them looked at each other, but they didn't know what had happened. A few days later, news came from Qingyun Mountain that the Heavenly Law of the Human Race... had been broken.

Murong Ji's face was dark and gloomy. It was he who established the Heavenly Laws for the Human Race, and he compiled the Heavenly Laws for the Human Race by referring to the Heavenly Laws established during the reigns of Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghuang.

Later, several celestial emperors such as Fuxi added and subtracted some things, and gradually perfected it.

After so many years of operation, there have indeed been no major problems. Although the heavenly rules are harsh, they also restrict the desires of the star gods and mountain gods.

If the Heavenly Laws were relaxed, that bunch of bastards would be able to play tricks on them.

Even with such strict rules, there are still many loopholes.

There are still quite a few immortal gods who were caught by Qingyun Mountain and committed mistakes and whose thrones were taken away from them.

That is why the Zhuxian Terrace has never been empty.

What are the human race’s heavenly laws?
That is the root of the connection between heaven and earth, which was refined into the way of heaven by Zhuanxu and became a kind of will of heaven and earth.

"Someone wants to attack the human race!!" Murong Ji muttered with a gloomy look on his face.

Within a few days, detailed news came in. Yang Jian, a disciple of Yuxu Palace, held a mountain-splitting axe and split open the Peach Mountain transformed by the Heavenly Law.

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This caused the heaven and earth to backfire and severely injured Haotian.

He killed countless heavenly soldiers and generals who went to investigate and capture him.

Now, who is the mastermind behind this? There is no need to say more.

With Yang Jian's mediocre strength, how could he hurt Haotian, who was at the peak of quasi-saint level?
Yuanshi Tianzun must be involved in this.

The Fire Cloud Cave was sealed, and Nuwa and Houtu didn't know what had happened. They wanted to force Murong Ji to take action.

Let him break out of his state of enlightenment.

Murong Ji let out a breath, said no more, crumpled up the note, threw it into the wastebasket beside him, then picked up the book in his hand and continued reading.

A few days later, as soon as Murong Ji opened the door, he saw Yang Jian and Yang Chan, brother and sister, kneeling in front of the door.

At this time, the brother and sister have grown up and look about eighteen or nineteen years old, but in fact, they are already a hundred years old.

In front of them was a mat on which lay a seriously injured and dying woman.

Murong Ji found that woman familiar, and after a closer look, he found that she was the female general he had seen that year.

Yao Ji.

This Yao Ji is not the ancestor of the human race on Mount Kunlun, she just has the same name.

Murong Ji also checked her identity. At that time, when Haotian was experiencing tribulations in the mortal world, he had such a sister. She got the opportunity and became an immortal.

When Haotian's merits were fulfilled, it happened that the woman ascended to heaven.

Haotian treated her as his confidant and focused on training her. After all, she was his sister, so he was naturally closer to her.

Yang Jian looked at Murong Ji and knocked his head to the ground: "Please, ancestors, save my mother! Please, ancestors, save my mother!!"

Murong Ji's face darkened. He was such a grown man, but he was still like a piece of wood.

His legs felt heavy, and Murong Ji looked down, and saw Yang Chan hugging his thighs tightly, with her snot and tears all on his black robe.

Suddenly, he felt a chill and had the urge to kick Yang Chan out.

"Brother! Brother! Please, save my mother!"

Murong Ji's brows sank, "Which one is your senior brother? Get out of the way!!"

He kicked Yang Chan out and landed her in a medicinal field nearby. Just as he was about to scold her a few more times, he saw Yang Chan holding the Precious Lotus Lantern above her head.

Murong Ji was stunned, looking at the innate spiritual treasure that he had just obtained, which was also his original life-saving magic weapon.

He also used it to carry the Donghuang Bell, and finally returned it to Nuwa's body after she had experienced tribulation.

For a moment, I felt confused. It would be a lie to say that I was not touched. After so many years, I finally developed some feelings for this Precious Lotus Lantern.

After all, he is an old friend and has helped him a lot. Without the Precious Lotus Lantern, Hong Yun might not have been able to withstand the battle against Donghuang Taiyi.

Nuwa bestowed the Precious Lotus Lantern on Yang Chan, and the meaning was self-evident.

After a long silence, Murong Ji sighed softly and took the Precious Lotus Lantern from Yang Chan's hand.

He felt a connection in his mind, as if the Precious Lotus Lantern was greeting him, just like the intimacy of meeting an old friend suddenly again after not seeing him for many years.

At this moment, the Precious Lotus Lantern suddenly lit up, and then returned to silence.

Murong Ji has now sealed his entire body, his true essence is not evident, and he no longer has the strength to light up the Precious Lotus Lantern.

That flash of light consumed the remaining magic power of Yang Chan.

Murong Ji couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted. He was silent for a moment, then looked up.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and above them were countless heavenly soldiers and generals, including many star gods and generals that Murong was very familiar with.

Most of them are Murong Ji’s old subordinates.

When they saw Murong Ji looking up, they all clasped their fists and saluted in silence.

Then, Murong Ji looked around and thought that these people and formations could definitely kill Yang Jian on the spot.

Do you really think that the team he, Murong Ji, assembled is so useless?
Even if all the twelve golden immortals came, they would die in their hands. All three hundred and sixty-five star gods were golden immortals.

Some of them have reached the level of quasi-saints.

Among the countless heavenly generals, more than half are those who have inherited the legacy of the dragon clan, and their cultivation has long reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

(End of this chapter)