Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1399: Recruiting a Disciple and Hongmeng Purple Qi

After Hongjun arrived, many powerful people immediately became extremely quiet, and everyone was waiting for the Taoist Patriarch to preach.

That means let's sit down and start your show.

Unexpectedly, Hongjun didn't start speaking directly this time, but instead spoke off topic. His voice was light and airy, as if devoid of any emotion: "I have cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, becoming a sage of the Heavenly Dao. Now, I am about to merge my body with the Dao and make up for the shortcomings of the prehistoric Heavenly Dao."

As if they had rehearsed it long ago, the six people sitting on the cushions in the front row bowed in unison: "Teacher, please think twice!"

There was a hint of crying in "Nuwa"'s voice, which made Fuxi marvel at it. His sister had great acting skills and could cry as soon as she said she would!

Merging one's body with the Dao is extremely dangerous. The Dao body itself doesn't matter; it can be reshaped in a moment's thought. The key is whether one's true self still exists after successfully merging with the Dao. If the true self is gone, isn't that the same as death? This is even more tragic than the annihilation of both body and soul.

Hongjun has reached the end of his career as a Heavenly Saint. Logically, there is no need to be so anxious. He is already a saint, so why can't he enjoy himself?

He wanted to align himself with the Tao, and this step was extremely bold and courageous.

Normal people simply cannot make such a big decision.

After figuring out the key, all the powerful people present, whether sincere or not, bowed down in unison, hoping that the Taoist Patriarch would think twice before acting.

In fact, many immortals wish that the Taoist Ancestor would die quickly. Without the Taoist Ancestor's pressure on them, they can do whatever they want and be free and unrestrained. There wouldn't be so many concerns as now.

Hongjun didn't care about the thoughts of the many listeners and continued talking to himself.

"I wish to leave behind a tradition of Taoism in the ancient world. My Taoism is called Xuan."

Everyone bowed again to congratulate Xuanmen on his birth.

Hongjun looked at the Three Pure Ones and said, "You three brothers are the incarnations of the great god Pangu's primordial spirit. You possess the merits of creating the universe and are destined to be with me. Are you willing to become my disciples?"

The Three Pure Ones did not hesitate at once, and immediately stood up, bowed, and called him "teacher," thus formally establishing their relationship as master and disciple.

Hongjun pointed at Taiqing and said, "You will be my first disciple and command the rest of the disciples."

"Disciple accepts the order."

Hongjun nodded and looked at the fourth cushion.

Deng Chanyu was extremely nervous.

But don't let it get out of your mind!
It was unknown whether Hongjun had seen through it or not, but he spoke in an extremely calm tone, "You are the incarnation of the innate extreme yin energy, possessing immeasurable merits. You are destined to be with me. Are you willing to be my disciple?"

Deng Chanyu quickly bowed and said, "Disciple is willing."

Next, Hongjun accepted Jie Yin and Zhunti as his registered disciples. When accepting Zhunti, he was a little hesitant and couldn't help but look at her a few more times, leaving Zhunti confused.

There were some minor disturbances, but it finally returned to its original track.

Four direct disciples and two registered disciples. The recruitment of disciples is complete.

Di Jun, Tai Yi and the others waited anxiously, but Hong Jun stopped talking about his disciples, which disappointed many powerful people. People like Kun Peng and Ming He didn't care. It was just a verbal Xuanmen, so what did it matter? If Hong Jun failed to merge with the Dao, who would still care about this Xuanmen?

Hongjun paused for almost a cup of tea before speaking again: "There should be seven saintly positions under my name, and one of them is for the six of you. Heaven has already determined that the six of you can become saints of the Heavenly Dao."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Dao Palace erupted in chaos. Kunpeng, his face bruised and swollen, looked at Jie Yin and Zhunti. So this was the true opportunity! Sainthood?! His eyes were filled with resentment, and his sinister intent was undisguised. If looks could kill, Jie Yin and Zhunti would have been killed by now.

Taiyi stepped out of the group in a panic, then knelt on the ground with a plop. "Teacher, that Jieyin Zhunti is from the West, known for his poor virtue. He often comes to our East to plunder spiritual materials and kills many people. How can such a person without virtue and blessings become a saint of the Heavenly Dao?"

He said stubbornly, "I refuse to accept this. Please revoke your order, Master!"

Under his leadership, many powerful people also focused on Jie Yin and Zhunti, frequently mentioning their Western origins.

No matter whether there is any grudge or not, if you can bring down one, you can bring down the others as well.

Originally everyone was at the same level, but now suddenly you are said to be saints appointed by heaven. This is unacceptable to many powerful people.

Sanqing and Nuwa felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, but they also had the confidence to be strong. At least for Deng Chanyu, as long as Hongjun didn't reveal her identity, the rest of the problems would not be a problem at all. Every one of these guys who were talking at this time was garbage!

Fuxi was a little nervous. His brother and sister had always kept a low profile, and he had not expected that they would be placed in such a situation. If his sister became a saint, it would cause too many variables.

Jie Yin sat on the cushion, still with a sad expression on his face.

Zhunti was very annoyed, but Hongjun didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to interrupt. He glanced at Taiyi and Dijun and said, "I'll remember this cause and effect. Just wait and see!"

Hongjun would not change his mind at all because of a few words from Taiyi and the others. He said lightly: "The sainthood is determined by heaven, no need to say more."

He raised his hand, and six radiates of primordial purple energy fell on the heads of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two Western radiants in turn. Without saying a word, they spread out auspicious clouds and collected the primordial purple energy into them.

Deng Chanyu has her own Hongmeng purple qi, which is collected for Nuwa. Nuwa does not want the title of master and disciple, but wants to collect the Hongmeng purple qi so that she can achieve the status of a saint. After that, she has to give up the Hongmeng purple qi to disconnect herself from the Honghuang Heavenly Dao. It seems like taking off pants to fart, but in fact she has to go through this procedure. The Hongmeng purple qi will be a shackle in the future, but it is an indispensable link now.

Taiyi knelt again and begged: "Master, I have practiced diligently for billions of years and have never done anything immoral. Could you please give me the last saintly position?"

At this time, face was not important at all. Even a proud person like Taiyi began to kneel down and beg. Many powerful people had no time to despise him and followed suit by kneeling down one by one.

Zhen Yuanzi here said that he had sorted out the veins of the ancient land, and even if he had no credit, he had worked hard, and hoped that the Taoist Ancestor would give him a chance.

Over there, the Holy Mother Taiyuan said that she ruled over the gods of a certain area and taught all the immortals, and hoped that the Taoist Ancestor would grant her the last holy position.

Minghe and Kunpeng also have their own stories, which sound quite plausible.

Qin Yuan and Chi Tie were the first time to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings, and they happened to encounter such a grand scene. They knelt down in confusion, racking their brains to think of a reason. What if it worked?
Even a little Karami like Ran Deng had tears on his face and kowtowed repeatedly, hoping that the holy position would fall on his head.

Anyway, it's just a few words, and there's no loss. No one cares about face at this time. Everyone is kneeling and begging, so no one loses face. Outsiders want to kneel, but they don't have the chance!

(End of this chapter)