Chapter 228: The Essence of the Dao

However, it was said that after the monks entered the Zixiao Palace, they found a place to sit down, and then they no longer talked to each other, but sat cross-legged and waited for Dao Ancestor Hongjun to come out and start preaching.

Just as the monks were waiting with their eyes closed, suddenly a person appeared on the front desk where the Taoist ancestor was preaching.

Hongzu Daozu has appeared, and the way Hongjun Daozu appeared was really silent, and there was not even a little mana fluctuation.

After the gods in the palace saw Hongjun Dao Ancestor appear silently like this, their faces all changed slightly. When Hongjun Dao Ancestor appeared the first two times, there was still a slight mana fluctuation, which could be detected by the gods, but this time there was no sign at all, and he suddenly appeared in front of the gods.

Hongjun Daozu sat on the twelve-rank cyan lotus platform, his face expressionless. It was as if he had been sitting there for the monks to discern.

Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhun Ti and other six people sat in the front row, closest to Hongjun. At this time, they couldn't sense a bit of Dao breath from Hongjun's body, as if when he comprehended the Dao of Heaven from his primordial spirit, there was a breath of nothingness.

Yes, it's a breath of air. In addition to Hongjun's body, all Yuan Shen could perceive was a breath that was indistinguishable from the Heavenly Dao. Just as Hongjun is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is Hongjun, there is no difference between the two.

This kind of breath represents that Hongjun is close to the day of the road!

After Hongjun Daozu appeared, he first glanced at the monks in the palace with an expressionless face, and then regardless of everyone's shocked looks, he talked about the avenue alone.

However, regardless of the style of preaching of the ancestors, since the ancestors began to preach, all the monks have also gathered their minds and listened attentively, after all, the way preached this time is from the path of quasi-sainthood to the path of sanctification, which is very important for the monks who are thinking about how to become holy all the time.

Thirty-three days away, in the chaotic sky, in the Zixiao Palace of the Hongjun Daozu Dojo, this time the saint preached the avenue, only to see the sky falling golden flowers, and the ground surging golden lotus. Hongjun Dao Ancestor showed three flowers Qingyun, and a jade disc on the top of his head showed the wonder of the derivative changes of the Heavenly Dao.

“...... Heaven and earth have not yet opened, and nothing is formed; there is something, I don't know its name, but it is said: Dao! Hongmeng turns into qi, contemplates infinite quantities, and forms and things begin to become", what is "Hongmeng"? Everything in Zhou Tian, before heaven and earth are born, there is immeasurable chaotic qi, and it is called "Hongmeng." Chaos is formless, phaseless, and qualitative. I said: "Chaos is infinite". Those who are infinite, can give birth to Tai Chi!

There is a saying in creation: "pure and inaction".

Hongmeng is infinitely emerging. Those who have life are my soul, and those who have life are my life. To contemplate and stand, for the knowledge of God. There is no shadow, formless, and no phase, one and the same, without distinguishing each other, this is the middle and early years of Hongmeng, called the innate true consciousness and true God.

"Turning" into anger, for nothingness, the so-called "one" also. One is Tai Chi, the beginning of all things. The one who is smooth means the one who checks it.

Hongmeng is continuous, detailed, and general, as if there is nothing and no self. It is called Hongmeng Qi......

Under the Hongjun seat, the twelve-grade green lotus platform, the purple gas on the top is swirling, boiling and flying, and the heavenly sound is in harmony with it.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor was expressionless at this time, and he didn't care what the gods reacted to. With a wave of dust in his hand, Qingyun Sanhua was revealed, and the purple air above his head was soaring to the sky, and there was a hidden sound of heavenly music. Under the seat, twelve green lotuses appeared, and the light was detailed, and the void fell with smallpox. He spit out countless golden lotuses and began to explain the Dao.

All the monks also retracted their thoughts at this time, seeing that the Dao Ancestor was like this, Qingyun Sanhua appeared on their heads, so the monks also reached out and patted their foreheads, showing an acre of Qingyun on their heads. The monks all showed the three flowers on their heads, each with their own style. Zixiao Palace for a while. Radiant and brilliant. Change a colorful world.

The preaching of saints is extraordinary. Words are outspoken, Wanxian is exported, lotus flowers bloom on the tongue, and thunder bursts. The gods were immersed in the mysteries of the Dao, and their expressions were different.

In Zixiao Palace, Daozu Xie Avenue, the sky is full of flowers, and the ground is surging with golden lotus. The dust in Hongjun's hand suddenly swung towards the gods, taking the chaotic breath, refining the innate qi, and falling among the gods.

The monks who were immersed in Hongjun's words. I felt that the Yuan Shen suddenly shook, and the spiritual platform was clear. The whole body is clear and fluttering, and the innate qi overflows from the body. Between the exhalation and inhalation of the monks, the vision was transformed. Refined by them and sucked into the primordial spirit. With the help of these innate qi, the Yuan Shen swims in the void and places it on the laws of the Heavenly Dao. The heavenly machine manifested, and an obscure aura surrounded the bodies of the monks. This breath enters from the Yuan Shen, refining the soul, entering the Purple Mansion, wandering in the body, and after a circle, it returns to the Yuan Shen.

The monks sat cross-legged on the ground, and their treasures were solemn. Golden light flashed on his face, and various expressions appeared on his face from time to time. And the six monks sitting in the front row, the three Qingdao people have different expressions, the Taiqing Daoist has an expressionless face, the Yuqing Daoist has a majestic face, and the Shangqing Daoist has an iron blue forehead, and he actually enters the mysterious realm of Taoism. The mind manifests outward.

The usher and the quasi-guide over there were even more exaggerated, and the guide showed a bitter face, and his face was wrinkled into a chrysanthemum. Every time Hongjun Daozu spoke, there was an extra chrysanthemum on his face, which made people sigh that his cultivation was extraordinary. Unexpectedly, a face can bloom like a flower. Countless flowers bloom. After a long time, Xu is Taoist people had a feeling, and the chrysanthemums on his face fell from his face, and he was replaced with a compassionate color. Serene. If it is really the god of great virtue, let people see it, and they must bow down to the seat of refuge.

The quasi-Daoist might as well be able to lead the way, his face was changeable, and he wrinkled his head at this time, and his face was depressed. Just like who owed him two hundred dollars, he was bitter and sad, and his face was full of entanglement. At first glance, it is a crying and laughing look, the expression is rich, and the pen and ink are indescribable.

Some of them laughed and wept. Leaning down and bowing to the Taoist Ancestor, he shouted in his mouth: "Hongjun mercy, spread to the true Fa Miaoyan!" Among them, the one who was unstable in his seat suddenly got up, sacrificed the magic weapon and beat him in the Zixiao Palace, startling the fellow listeners around him, and was hit by a divine light in the dust in Hongjun's hand, and flew out of the Zixiao Palace. He could only listen to the sermon outside the palace, his face full of remorse, but he did not dare to enter the palace again.

Except for a few monks who were confused when they heard it, most of the monks had gained something, and their realm cultivation had greatly improved.

The Tao explained by the Taoist ancestor this time is all the essence of the Tao, and the monks present listened heartily, as if they had taken drugs, and after listening to a little bit, they wanted to listen to it more, like maggots on the tarsal bones, which made people unable to stop!