Chapter Seventy-Three: Offering Treasures
Inside the mountain gate, there was a flying boat to welcome the disciples of all factions who participated in the Dharma performance conference to the Dharma transmission square.
The new dojo of the Mixed Yuan Sect is too big, and there are still tens of thousands of miles to go from the mountain gate to the Dharma Transmission Square, and it is naturally impossible to walk through it. If the cultivation is poor, it will be enough to fly over.
The flying boat used by the Mixed Yuan Sect to greet is the best magic weapon that flies quite fast, tens of thousands of miles away is only an hour, and a boat can carry three thousand people, and it will take off when the number of people is enough.
There are hundreds of flying boats responsible for transportation.
After the flying boat lifted off, standing on the flying boat and looking at the landscape of the outer gate, Xu Ping's heart was even heavier.
Gap.
Judging from the layout of the dojo alone, the gap between the Luo Tianjiao and the Mixed Yuan Sect is very large.
What does this mean? It means that Luo Tianjiao's background is not as good as others.
Didn't the ancestor come from ancient times, didn't he once hear the existence of the sage's teachings in the Yuxu Palace?
He didn't know that the layout of the Mixed Yuan Sect dojo used the Liangyi Dust Array handed down by the Taiqing Sage Xuandu, and the Luo Tiandao people couldn't touch such a high-level thing in ancient times.
What's more, after this dojo was opened up in Shangbai, a large number of monks spent more than a hundred years carving it. And Luo Tianjiao's focus was on cultivating newcomers at that time, where did he have the spirit to do this kind of icing on the cake?
In this comparison, Luo Tianjiao's dojo is naturally inferior to that of the Mixed Yuan Sect.
By the time we arrived at the Dharma Transmission Square, a square that could accommodate millions of monks, hundreds of thousands of people had already arrived.
There is a high platform on the north side of the square, and now there is no one on the high platform, but a seat has been set up, and that is Shang Bai's seat.
There are a lot of futons in the square, which are the seats for the monks.
It's not time for Shang Bai to perform the Fa, so everyone didn't sit down, but looked for people they knew to talk.
The conference is not just a conference of the law, but also a good place to expand your network, and few people will waste such an opportunity.
After all the people who attended the conference came, a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect said loudly: "Now all the Taoist friends of all sects have come here, and I respectfully ask the ancestor to show up and speak." ”
The voice fell, and a jade sound sounded, only to see the Rui Qi strips on the high platform fall, the Xiaguang Dao Dao rose, and a vast and incomparable aura descended, the golden light flashed, and there was already a young Daoist on the seat.
There are two circles of light on the back of the person's head, one is the light wheel of merit and the other is the light wheel of faith, which entrusts him with a magnificent bearing, and people can't help but rise out of the heart of worship.
As soon as the Mixed Yuan Tianzun arrived, the millions of monks in the square bowed their heads in unison and said respectfully: "Welcome to the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Venerable." ”
Xu Ping's blood boiled in the crowd, and he thought: "What a big scene! If I Luo Tianjiao can have such a day, I won't hate it if I die!"
Luo Tianjiao was devastated too much by the Mixed Yuan Sword Dao back then, and now it can only be regarded as just beginning to develop, and I don't know how many years it will take to reach such a scene.
Whether Xu Ping has a chance to see that scene is very questionable.
After a few polite words, all the monks sat down together and listened to the speech of the Mixed Yuan Tianzun.
This lecture is from low to high, from the introduction of qi into the body to the Tianxian Avenue, the level is gradually progressive, one by one, in simple terms, and the end is extremely mysterious.
When encountering non-verbal narrators, various scenes have evolved with great magical powers to corroborate them.
Although it did not involve specific cultivation methods, it had a profound analysis of the difficult problems at each level, and those who participated in the meeting were delighted.
Xu Ping couldn't help but combine what Mixed Yuan Tianzun said with his own cultivation, and found many shortcomings in his cultivation, which was both shocked and delighted.
What shocked me was that when I first cultivated, I went astray and didn't know it, so that my foundation was unstable and my progress was slow. I am glad that it is not too late to hear this righteous way today, and the future road can be expected.
He looked at the monks around him with the same expression, knowing that he had benefited from this Dharma performance conference.
Heart: "The Mixed Yuan Sect is doing this, but it is to bring the monks of all factions to participate in the Great Dao, and its open-mindedness is beyond the reach of this sect. ”
Back then, when Luo Tiandao people founded Luo Tianjiao, they forcibly classified all the cultivation sects in the Tianluo Continent into one sect, and did not give other sects a chance to survive.
Seeing that the teachings of the Mixed Yuan Tianzun have advanced from the realm of Qi training, the realm of foundation building, the realm of Jindan, and the realm of Yuanying to the realm of transforming gods and returning to the void, the language is so mysterious that it is no longer something he can understand.
However, he was not in a hurry, and had already taken the Mirage Stone to record these voice images.
He wasn't the only one doing this in the square, most of the monks were doing it, and it didn't show his abnormality.
This performance lasted for seven days and seven nights, and it didn't stop until it was in the realm of heavenly immortals.
"That's the end of this exercise, there are still three days to go, if there are any difficulties in the cultivation, you can also raise it, and everyone will refer to it together. ”
As soon as the words of Mixed Yuan Tianzun fell, someone said in a loud voice:
"Shi Yan in the Lower Fire Palace, a few years ago, he got a thing from the South China Sea, he didn't know the origin and purpose, and now he brought it over and dedicated it to Tianzun, just asking Tianzun to tell him the origin and purpose of this thing. ”
When Xu Ping heard this, his spirits perked up, and he thought: "That's it!"
Xu Ping can also understand Shi Yan's claim that he donated this thing just to know its origin and use.
The Agni Palace is also a major sect, and it was a little embarrassing to say that it was going to exchange the heavy treasure for an immortal opportunity, so it took such an excuse. What the truth is, both families will know in their hearts.
Xu Ping muttered in his heart, and heard Mixed Yuan Tianzun smile: "I don't know what Qizhen is, Shi Daoyou might as well take it out for everyone to see." I don't necessarily know, but there were so many people at the scene that I could identify them. ”
"Then let's take a look at it. ”
Shi Yan said, his consciousness moved, and he took the treasure out of the storage ring.
As soon as the thing was taken out, it emitted ten thousand rays of light and rushed straight into the nine heavens and clouds, and an ancient vicissitudes of life emanated.
This aura is even grander than the aura of the Mixed Yuan Tianzun when he descends.
The faces of the millions of monks present all changed drastically.
Xu Ping found that even the Mixed Yuan Tianzun on the high platform also had a shocked face and stood up from his seat.
"This must be a treasure, otherwise the Mixed Yuan Tianzun would not be so surprised. Xu Ping secretly speculated in his heart.
The ten thousand rays of light emitted by that thing were extremely dazzling, and it was only after the eyes of the monks got used to it that they saw that among the ten thousand rays of light, a piece of bronze with a radius of several zhang was floating there.
On that piece of bronze, there are many simple and mysterious lines, which do not seem to be carved, but seem to be naturally generated.
An ancient and vast aura emanated from the bronze piece.