The prehistoric infrastructure maniac

Chapter 39 The Method of Sanctification
As Shi Mona said that he was troubled to give up his seat, the Zixiao Palace, which had been a bit noisy, suddenly became quiet.

Some powerful cultivators with the cultivation level of Golden Immortal nearby looked over in astonishment. Even Sanqing and Nuwa subconsciously turned their heads to look at Shi Mo.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Di Jun and Kunpeng were stunned at first, and then they were ready to watch the show with some gloating attitude. How could the ancestor of the Styx be easily provoked?
Under the gazes of everyone in Zixiao Palace, the old ancestor of the Styx, with a black face and heaving chest, almost couldn't help but take out the two top-grade innate spiritual swords, Abi and Yuantu, to fight with the smiling Shi Mo.

But in the end, facing Shi Mo's somewhat sharp and cold gaze, and the invisible oppressive aura on his body, the ancestor of the Styx finally gritted his teeth, stood up and walked back under the astonished gaze of everyone.

"Get out of here!" After waving his hand to scare away a powerful Taiyi Golden Immortal demon clan member who was watching the show from behind, the ancestor of the Styx took his place without any hesitation.

"The Styx." Di Jun, who had not expected that their demon clan would suffer the same fate as the fish pond, could not help but frown and look at the Styx after he came to his senses.

But after seeing Minghe's bloodshot eyes and ferocious expression with gritted teeth, Di Jun swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Shi Mo was not afraid of offending the Styx, but the demons had to be cautious when facing the Styx. After all, the barefoot were not afraid of the ones wearing shoes, let alone the Styx Patriarch, a madman who was not afraid of death!
In the end, the burly and powerful demon who suffered the disaster could only go to the back and grab the seat of another unlucky Golden Immortal cultivator in frustration.

Faced with this unexpected disaster, the unlucky Golden Immortal, who was also full of anger, walked to the back and just glanced at the guy with the cultivation level of Taiyi Sanxian, a pointed mouth and feathers all over his body. The young man in brocade clothes next to him hurriedly grabbed the pointed mouth guy who was about to explode and wisely made way to the side.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Mo, why are you here so late this time?" After Shi Mo sat down, Zhunti in front of him turned around and greeted him politely.

"I encountered someone who was tactless and blocked my way on the way, so I sent him away before rushing over here," Shi Mo said with a casual smile, while secretly complaining, "You're being quite polite now, but why didn't you give me a seat just now?"

"Blocking the road? Fellow Daoist Shi Mo, whoever dares to stop you would be asking for trouble, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?" Zhunti asked in some surprise.

Upon hearing what Zhunti said, Di Jun and the others couldn't help but look unnatural. Seeing Shi Mo looking at Di Jun and the others, Zhunti subconsciously looked over, and when she saw that it was Di Jun and the others, especially when she noticed that their faces were turning a little darker, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Mo, my name is Fuxi, and this is my sister Nuwa," a somewhat burly and rough-looking man with a gentle smile took the initiative to greet Shi Mo.

After Fuxi's introduction, Nuwa in front also nodded slightly to Shi Mo, and looked at him twice more with her beautiful eyes full of curiosity.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Fellow Daoist Nuwa," Shi Mo did not dare to neglect these two great gods, and greeted them with a polite smile.

Afterwards, the Three Pure Ones and the surrounding King of the East, Queen Mother of the West, etc., all politely got to know Shi Mo briefly.

As for Shi Mo, although they had never seen him the last time they heard about him in Zixiao Palace, they were still hearing about him as if he were thunder in their ears, and were even a little afraid of him.

After all, they had never seen a fierce man who dared to confront the entire demon clan, plot against the demon clan, and fight the ancestor witch head-on.

The earth-shaking battle between Shi Mo and the demon clan really shocked them all.

Even the Three Pure Ones, who claim to be the authentic Pangu masters, are now only at the peak of Daluo cultivation, and are also wary of Shi Mo.

After some pleasantries, everyone waited quietly for Daoist Ancestor Hongjun to appear and preach.

Just as Shi Mo was looking at the empty cloud bed in front of him with bored curiosity, a thin old Taoist in a purple Taoist robe suddenly appeared. The invisible pressure of a saint spread out, and Shi Mo was startled and woke up suddenly.

"Welcome Daozu!" Along with the uniform and respectful voices of the cultivators and masters in the hall, Shi Mo followed the crowd and bowed. Then, Shi Mo noticed that Hongjun seemed to be looking at him. That gaze seemed to see through him, making Shi Mo feel a little guilty, and he subconsciously lowered his head.

Hongjun also withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, turned to look at the crowd and said calmly: "This time, I will talk about how to achieve enlightenment and become a saint!"

He was going to talk about the method of achieving enlightenment and becoming a saint? Upon hearing Hongjun's words, the people in Zixiao Palace who had been listening quietly suddenly became excited.

Especially those Golden Immortals, their eyes were burning with passion.

"Do you know what a saint is?" Without waiting for anyone to respond, Hongjun continued:

"A so-called saint is someone who endures countless calamities without dying, who experiences countless laws without being destroyed, and who coexists with the sun, moon, stars, and the vast universe. All who are below a saint are ants!"

Hongjun's words immediately made everyone in Zixiao Palace feel excited.

Especially the last sentence, which was too destructive and too stimulating, and it directly changed many people's faces.

Di Jun, Kunpeng and even the Three Pure Ones looked at Hongjun with increasingly scorching eyes, full of anticipation.

The method of becoming a saint is obviously what all the Golden Immortals present here, especially the powerful cultivators at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, desire.

Laozi, the leader of the Three Pure Ones, couldn't help but ask first, "May I ask the Taoist, how can one become a saint?"

"Under the Way of Heaven, there are three ways to attain enlightenment!" Hongjun's words made everyone more excited.

Shi Mo, who was also listening with anticipation and curiosity, couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that there are really only three ways to attain enlightenment?"

Under the curious and expectant gazes of the crowd, Hongjun slowly spoke:

"The first is to achieve enlightenment through merit. If one has great merit and is recognized by the Heavenly Dao, one can achieve enlightenment and become a saint. However, this method is somewhat tricky. After becoming a saint, one's cultivation power will be weak. This is the inferior method."

"Secondly, the Three Corpses are used to attain enlightenment. Successively severing the three corpses of good, evil, and self, they will eventually merge into one, achieving enlightenment and becoming a saint. This is the method."

"Third, to prove the truth with force, to break all laws with force, to achieve the strongest cultivation strength, this is the best method, but this path is also the most difficult."

"Daozu, I wonder what this means of proving the Dao with force?" Shi Mo couldn't help but ask.

Hongjun, who looked deeply at Shi Mo, also said, "The so-called proving the Tao through force is the method of achieving sainthood in the flesh. Using force to break the law, with overwhelming power, only Pangu, who was born in the chaos before the creation of the world, achieved it, but he did not leave behind any clear method of practice. Therefore, this method of proving the Tao has no rules to follow and is the most difficult."

"You have great merit, so perhaps you can try the path to becoming a saint through merit," Hongjun continued.

Become a saint through merit? Shi Mo raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hongjun, then frowned slightly: "Does he want me to become a saint through merit? But the saints who become saints through merit are the weakest saints. Besides, even if you want to become a saint through merit, it won't be that easy, right?"

(End of this chapter)