Chapter 70: The Hundred Faces of All Beings

Sanqing Nuwa, who sat firmly in front of the six futons, was quite perceptive, and everyone's face was filled with a bright smile, which showed that Hongjun said that these six people understood the most.

And among these six people, they belong to the three with the deepest understanding, and they understand more Tao than Nuwa Zhun Ti, and they always have a smile on their faces.

Kunlun Mountain, which is shaped by Sanqing, has the road pattern depicted by Yang Mei himself, plus Yang Mei and the Sanqing four people traveled through the flood together, every day when the moon rises, Yang Mei always talks with Sanqing about the principle of the avenue, which can be described as a deep fate.

Among the six people, it is this Pangu Sanqing who has such a blessed fate, plus it is the Pangu Yuan Shen who is transformed into three points, inherits the three different wills of Pangu, and has the merit of opening the sky, so that Sanqing's understanding has always been quite profound in the wilderness.

Hundreds of thousands of years, in the Kunlun Mountains, carefully understand the avenue depicted in the mountain wall by Yang Mei that day, the foundation of Sanqing is very solid, at this time and then listen to Hongjun's first way, naturally relaxed, even with Hongjun is also with a different color to look at Pangu Sanqing, and admire in my heart: "Sure enough, it is worthy of being transformed by the Pangu Yuan God, and this kind of qualification and understanding is the most in the wilderness." ”

Suddenly feeling that there was a gaze staring at him, Hongjun turned his head to look at him, Yang Mei looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and nodded.

Hongjun suddenly knew that this Sanqing had such a deep foundation, it turned out that it was still in this Yang Mei, and he couldn't help but praise it in his heart, and secretly sighed that the Sanqing was blessed with a deep fate, and he could listen to what Yang Mei said.

But then he was relieved, this Yang Mei and Pangu are friends, teachers and friends, and Sanqing is the incarnation of Pangu Yuanshen, and it is not unreasonable for Yang Mei to take care of him like this.

Today's sermon, Yang Mei was able to come in person, obviously he also paid enough attention to himself, Hongjun also secretly thought to himself, after the sermon, whether to stay with Yang Mei for a period of time and exchange experiences together.

After thinking about it, Hongjun smiled and concentrated on explaining the avenue.

With the passage of time, this avenue is getting deeper and deeper, from the beginning of the simple and easy to understand, slowly becoming difficult, at the beginning, Sanqing's face was as usual, with a happy face, obviously able to understand, but as time passed, Sanqing's brows also began to wrinkle slowly, obviously this next way, even if Sanqing is such a qualified person, it is much more difficult to understand.

If Sanqing is still like this, then let alone others.

From the original easy understanding of the Tao to the current bitterness, they are all presented in the eyes of Hongjun and Yang Mei.

All living beings, to name a few, appear one by one in this Zixiao Palace.

As the difficulty of the Great Dao deepened, some monks woke up from this bitter and incomprehensible avenue, and when they were bored, they looked at the walls of the Zixiao Palace with Dao Magical Powers and Heavenly Dao Wisdom, and secretly said in their hearts: "The Great Dao doesn't understand, so it's better to take this opportunity to learn more Dao Magical Powers and enhance your cultivation." ”

The innate aura in Zixiao Palace is sufficient, and it is also in chaos, this Zixiao Palace is the closest to the Dao, and it is much easier to comprehend the truth of this Heavenly Dao.

One by one, the monks woke up from this bitter and incomprehensible avenue, and turned to look at the Dao magic and the Heavenly Dao Enlightenment depicted on the walls of the Zixiao Palace, and their strength and cultivation generally increased a lot.

It's just that they don't know that all kinds of Taoism and supernatural skills are all ingenious tricks, and the saints disdain to do it, disdain to learn it, and disdain to learn it.

Only that glorious avenue is eternal, one law, ten thousand laws.

These monks who practice Dao art and ignore the Great Dao, in the short term, may seem to have improved their cultivation, but in fact, they have delayed the great opportunity to understand the Great Dao, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Hongjun and Yang Mei on the high platform looked at this scene, and they all shook their heads and sighed in their hearts.

Although these monks' supernatural cultivation has increased a lot, it is difficult for them to touch the way of the saints.

Although the heart of coming to Zixiao Palace from that chaos belongs to the strong-willed person, but at this time, it is a high-level judgment.

With the passage of time, the voice of the sermon has entered a bitter and difficult stage, and Sanqing and the others are also secretly frowning at this time, but it is difficult to understand the way they can understand.

At this time, only a bell rang, and the three thousand monks who were immersed in the avenue woke up and looked at Hongjun standing on the high platform.

Hongjun opened his mouth and said: "This sermon is over, and after you go back, you will summarize what you have learned, and listen to the sermon in the Chaos Zixiao Palace in three thousand years." ”

The three thousand monks bowed to Hongjun Yingying and said, "Thank you, teacher, for passing on the avenue to us." ”

Hongjun nodded imperceptibly, and his figure disappeared.

Yang Mei looked at the people in the Zixiao Palace at this time, smiled very mysteriously, and his figure slowly disappeared.

Seeing the two saints leaving, the three thousand monks left Zixiao Palace one after another, returned to the desolation, and quietly realized the content of this hearing.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was sitting opposite Yang Mei, chatting freely and happily.

"What do you think of this sermon?" Hongjun said to Yang Mei.

Yang Mei smiled lightly when he heard this, and said: "In Zixiao Palace this time, only a dozen of the three thousand monks who came to listen to the sermon had a good temperament and persevered until the end of the sermon, but the rest of the people gave up halfway through. In fact, as long as everyone goes back and carefully understands what they have heard, they will definitely gain something. It's a pity ......"

After speaking. sighed, only sighed that the hearts of those monks were not firm and that they had missed this opportunity.

"Yes, we are all ants struggling under the Tao, only by taking off ourselves can we get out of the life of the ant, although in the end we are still ants, but by virtue of our own belief we will be able to get rid of the Tao. Hongjun said.

After Yang Mei heard this, he sighed with emotion, his eyes were slightly confused, and he seemed to see the figure of the three thousand demon gods in the chaos again, as well as the great god who stood up in the sky-Pangu. The three thousand monks, returning to their respective residences from the Zixiao Palace, began to comprehend the Great Dao of Enlightenment, summed up what they had learned, closed the six senses, carefully calculated the Heavenly Dao to the truth, and found the way to get rid of sanctification from the fate of thousands of ants in this vast world.

It's just that cultivation is against the sky, not only to suffer from the transformation of the thunder tribulation, but also to bear the three calamities and five tribulations, which can be described as hard work step by step, all the way wrong and all lost, hundreds of millions of years of penance in an instant turned into that dreamy empty flower, bubbles in the water, all into ashes.

Therefore, on the path of cultivation, sentient beings are always alert to themselves, constantly seeking the way to get rid of it, and in the final analysis, they are just struggling in the fate of thousands of ants, and becoming the realm of saints who regard other ants as ants.