Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 204: Demon Refining
Deng Chanyu was thinking quietly, and Taishang Laojun did not urge her, but just meditated and practiced on his own.

“How can the devil be in the scriptures?”

"That must be nonsense."

The two boys, Gold Horn and Silver Horn, fanned the fire and whispered to each other.

Long Ji was a little nervous, but after worrying for two hours, she finally understood the meaning of Laojun and Deng Chanyu's words.

This is talking about the devil, but it is not the devil. It is more about the relationship between Taoists, Taoist scriptures and the Tao.

She couldn't help but tap her head. Was she really that stupid?

She also closed her eyes and began to think about the answer.

Deng Chanyu thought about it for three days.

If you want knowledge from your previous life, even if you just glanced at it or heard it accidentally, you can recall it with the help of the immortal's spiritual consciousness.

Think of Nuwa’s mysterious scripture.

Thinking of the fragments of Buddhist scriptures she had heard from the Chan sect, the Jie sect, and the Western sect.

She even pondered the crazy knowledge of the Styx for a while.

On the morning of the third day, she slowly began to speak: "Western religions teach that 'self-nature is empty'. They believe that 'emptiness' contains great wisdom and great liberation. In fact, in my opinion, this approach is a bit putting the cart before the horse. 'Self-nature is empty' is correct, but if you blindly pursue 'emptiness', meditate every day, think of nothing, do nothing, and eventually become like rotten wood, that is seeking but not obtaining, going to a mountain of treasure but returning empty-handed, and ultimately falling into the devil's path.

Thoughts are language without sound, and words are symbols of language. Too many symbols will make the scriptures lose their original meaning and fall into inferiority. Wherever the scriptures exist, the devil exists, so the scriptures should exist, but not too many.

Her core point is this: Western religious scriptures with seventy or eighty volumes are not acceptable. The Tao Te Ching with five thousand words is acceptable.

Laojun stroked his beard and chuckled, "What do you know, little boy? The Jieyin Sage possesses boundless wisdom, and is admired by all the saints. His Taoism must have merits."

Deng Chanyu quickly agreed.

Is there anything good? In other words, there are still many shortcomings.

Taishang Laojun suddenly asked: "Are you willing to devote yourself to Western religion?"

Deng Chanyu quickly shook her head: "I have received great kindness from my teacher, and I will never change my school."

The Supreme Lord Laojun said, "Just throw the good corpse into the West. The Taoist tradition of the Zhunti Saint is indispensable to the prehistoric world."

Is this already planning for the future? Deng Chanyu still shook her head: "No."

Jinjiao and Yinjiao looked at each other in bewilderment for three breaths. The two Taoist children's eyes widened. Did they hear correctly? This young-looking woman had already beheaded a kind corpse? No wonder she could sit and discuss Taoism with Laojun. This was a great power from the prehistoric times!
The two Taoist boys invisibly put away their arrogance and put on a calm expression. No matter what Deng Chanyu and Laojun said, they nodded frequently, as if they agreed and admired them very much.

The seven days of chatting passed quickly.

The Sage Taiqing is a taciturn person, while the Jade Emperor Taishang is much more talkative in comparison.

Deng Chanyu learned a lot of knowledge and skills about alchemy from Laojun.

Nuwa's alchemy skills also reached the pinnacle.

But most of the time, Nuwa refined elixirs by simply using her merits. It wasn't that she couldn't do it, but she was too lazy to bother with the fusion of water and fire, the harmony of the five elements and yin and yang. Why bother? She just threw in the merits, and whatever elixir came out was up to fate! They were all gifts from the prehistoric world!
Her method was obviously not suitable for Deng Chanyu.

Laojun's alchemy skills have reached perfection. Deng Chanyu's plan to refine Hou Tu's blood essence has been perfected by 70% to 80%. After going back to think about it, he can prepare to start the furnace.

"start."

On the eighth day, the temperature inside the Bagua Purple Gold Furnace reached its first peak, and Taishang Laojun gave the order to officially begin refining the demon Zhurong.

Qin Wan was a weakling, already reduced to ash by this time. The demon in his body merged with the demon in Zhu Rong's body, and now he was going to refine this. The next moment, the Eight Diagrams Purple Gold Furnace began to shake violently, and the two furnace holes on the east and west sides were simultaneously covered by a layer of fine black mist.

Taishang Laojun waved his whisk and the black fog dissipated.

"Fire."

Deng Chanyu was quite familiar with this step. She did not use her own Phoenix Clan flame, but put her fingers to her mouth and sprayed a stream of authentic Xuanmen Samadhi True Fire towards the furnace eye.

Long Ji quickly made hand gestures and chanted an incantation, and a mist appeared behind him, then turned into a water column. He raised his finger, and a torrent of water flowed into the furnace.

The Bagua Purple Gold Furnace is a world of its own, with a powerful enough flame.

The Samadhi True Fire used by Taishang Laojun and the Samadhi True Fire used by Jiang Ziya are completely different concepts.

Deng Chanyu and Long Ji are just guides now.

Their flames and water flows were constantly adjusted in the furnace, with water assisting when the fire was refining, and fire assisting when the water was refining.

Deng Chanyu's nervousness quickly eased. Amazing! This furnace was semi-automatic! Just inject the flame and the furnace would start refining on its own, saving her the trouble of carefully cooperating with Long Ji.

Combine raging fire with warm water to create a gentle and vigorous fire, and simmer slowly. The key is one word: steady!

"Fan the fire."

They quickly picked up the tool beside them, the innate spiritual treasure banana fan, and fanned the furnace eye again.

The black mist in the furnace began to collide violently.

Taishang Laojun issued another order: "Start a fire."

They started breathing fire again.

Start a fire, fan the fire, start a fire again, and fan the fire again. After repeating this six times, the Bagua Purple Gold Furnace and the evil spirit inside the furnace entered a stalemate.

From the saints to ordinary heavenly soldiers and generals, everyone has full faith in the ability of Saint Taiqing. No matter how arrogant the demon is, once it falls into the hands of Saint Taiqing, it will only end up in destruction.

Qin Wan’s affairs did not end when he was thrown into the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, but became more and more serious.

Everyone in Jiejiao is in danger. Qin Wan is being silently controlled by the demon, and he himself doesn't even know it. What about the other immortals? Could they also be secretly controlled by the demon?

The Patriarch Tongtian asked the Taoist Duobao to ring the bell of the Biyou Palace and summon all the disciples of the Jiejiao Sect to return to the Biyou Palace to listen to him talk about the way to eliminate demons.

Under the premise of the struggle between Taoism and demons, now is not the time when everyone has their own destiny and everything is voluntary.

Tongtian Patriarch's character is just like the Zhuxian Sword, straightforward.

Now it’s not a discussion, it’s an order.

The immortals of Jiejiao thought it was okay, so they showed their faces in front of the saint to see if they were controlled by the devil, and to see if their relatives and friends were controlled.

They gathered from all directions, and it was an unprecedented grand occasion with thousands of immortals coming to pay homage.

Wen Zhong, who wanted to rectify the government, was very depressed.

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother ordered him to return to the Biyou Palace immediately to listen to the leader's sermon. This time I am not discussing this with you, and there is no room for negotiation.

He had to go back. If he dared not to go back, it would be tantamount to apostasy.

You, three generations of direct disciples, haven't returned to the mountain. Does this mean you've been possessed by a demon? Do you also want to take a trip to the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace while it's still hot?

(End of this chapter)