novelapdf Chapter 42 Tianlu: Preaching is one thing, but relying on luck? Not allowed!
Chapter 42 Tianlu: Preaching is one thing, but relying on luck? Not allowed!
Chapter 42 Tianlu: Preaching is one thing, but relying on luck? Not allowed!
at the moment.
Realizing his junior brother's intentions, Jieyin also wiped away tears.
The two worked together seamlessly, their cries echoing through the silent hall, causing many soft-hearted saints to frown.
However, most of the saints remained indifferent.
In this primordial world, the strong are respected, and opportunities are earned through one's own efforts; what use is crying and complaining?
Unfortunately, Hongyun, who was sitting in fifth place, was a well-known good-natured person in the prehistoric world.
Seeing Zhunti crying so miserably, he couldn't bear it and slowly stood up.
"Fellow Daoists, do not be sad. Since your desire for the Dao is so sincere, let us give this position to you."
Upon hearing this, many powerful figures in the hall secretly shook their heads.
This meditation cushion might be a great opportunity; how can it be given away so easily?
Upon seeing this, Zhunti was overjoyed. He strode away and sat directly on the fifth prayer mat, his thanks sounding somewhat perfunctory.
Immediately afterwards, his gaze fell upon Kunpeng, who was sitting in sixth place.
Zhunti, quick-witted, saw that Kunpeng was all alone and had a fierce appearance, so he thought of making up for it and snatching the sixth position for his senior brother to guide.
He deliberately moved closer to Kunpeng and let out a cold snort.
"You beast—"
Before Zhunti could finish his curse, a golden afterimage flashed across the hall.
Snapped!
A crisp sound echoed throughout the venue.
Tianlu's thick, powerful tail, covered in golden dragon scales, lashed out like a divine whip at Zhunti's defiant face.
The immense force sent Zhunti spinning through the air eighteen times before he crashed violently into a stone pillar in the main hall with a deafening roar.
"puff!"
Zhunti coughed up a mouthful of blood and lay sprawled in the main hall like a wild dog.
The entire preaching hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
More than two thousand innate deities stared wide-eyed in horror at the golden figure that was still perched on the clouds.
crazy!
This Pixiu is absolutely insane!
This is Zixiao Palace, the sacred site of sages.
How dare he openly beat another innate deity here?
Nuwa and Fuxi were also stunned. Although they knew Tianlu was domineering, they did not expect him to be so audacious.
Tianlu merely flicked its tail lazily, glancing coldly at Zhunti lying on the ground without uttering a word.
In reality, Tianlu knew that if he didn't swish his tail soon, it would be a classic case of Zhunti leading the group and Yuanshi joining the group.
Zhunti covered his face, but dared not utter a single word.
Because Tianlu's aura far surpassed his own, he could only pray that Hongjun would appear and intervene on his behalf.
Just as the atmosphere in the main hall was solemn, a ripple suddenly appeared on the previously empty platform at the very front of the hall.
Haotian Yaochi and his companions all bowed deeply in worship.
"Welcome, sir!"
The gods were startled and, forgetting the spectacle, rose to their feet and bowed.
"Welcome, Sage!"
An old man appeared silently on the platform, wearing a black Taoist robe and exuding a vast aura of sainthood.
It was Hongjun.
The moment Hongjun appeared, his gaze swept over Zhunti lying on the ground, and then landed on Tianlu.
His eye twitched involuntarily.
As the master of Zixiao Palace, he naturally knew what had just happened.
Logically speaking, if someone takes action on his territory, it is a blatant provocation against the sage and must be severely punished.
But looking at Tianlu's shameless, "What can you do to me?" attitude...
Sensing the overwhelming aura of the Great Dao emanating from Tianlu, Hongjun swallowed back the reprimand that was on the tip of his tongue.
Let's just beat this scoundrel.
Hongjun took a deep breath and silently warned himself.
Do not bother with such a righteous son; important matters are at hand.
He raised his hand, and a ray of divine light enveloped Zhunti, instantly healing his injuries.
"Zhunti, go and sit down."
Hongjun spoke calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhunti, though afraid that Tianlu would make another move, still slunk back to the fifth prayer mat.
At this point, Jieyin had lost all interest in vying for the position and could only sit next to Zhunti with a bitter expression.
As for Hongyun, having given up his seat, he could only sit in the second row.
Hongjun glanced around, his gaze lingering on Tianlu for a moment. Seeing that the fellow still showed no intention of getting up to pay his respects, he let him be.
"Sit down and do not start any more disputes."
"I have obtained the Jade Tablet of Creation, and in accordance with the Mandate of Heaven, I now preach the Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace."
"The sermon is divided into three parts: the first is the Way of the Great Luo, the second is the Way of the Quasi-Saint, and the third is the Way of the Saint."
"Each sermon should last for 36,500 years."
"Today we begin our first sermon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun was surrounded by auspicious light, and above his head appeared a broken jade disc that exuded endless mystery. It was a fragment of the Creation Jade Disc.
As Hongjun spoke, enormous golden runes flew from his mouth, transforming into auspicious dragons and phoenixes in the sky above the hall.
Various unusual phenomena, such as the appearance of a qilin (a mythical creature) bringing good fortune, were observed.
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."
When a sage preaches, it is as if golden lotuses spring up from the earth and flowers fall from the sky.
All the innate deities were instantly immersed in the profound and unfathomable principles of the Great Dao.
Auspicious clouds, about an acre in size, appeared above the heads of the Three Pure Ones. The Three Flowers gathered at the top of their heads, and the Five Elements converged at the origin, making the previously vague path of cultivation incredibly clear.
Nuwa was surrounded by the laws of creation, and one could vaguely see the birth and death of a world.
However, amidst this intoxicating atmosphere, there was an outlier.
Tianlu.
He wasn't listening at all.
In his view, these so-called Great Luo Paths were far less interesting than the evolving spiritual root within his abdominal space.
He rolled over listlessly, his golden claws gently pawing at the air.
In Tianlu's view, the preaching hall at this moment was not only filled with holy beings, but also with countless crisscrossing lines of destiny.
Every innate deity is a massive vortex of destiny.
Tianlu chuckled, his fingertips twitching slightly as he began to manipulate the flow of fortune.
He was engrossed in his work when he suddenly stopped, keenly noticing that above the heads of the three thousand Zixiao guests present, there was a wisp of barely perceptible fortune.
They were silently converging on Hongjun on the high platform, following the sermon of the golden lotus emerging from the ground.
Tianlu was immediately displeased.
"Preaching is one thing, but why are you secretly exploiting people?"
"How can this be allowed?!"
Tianlu snorted inwardly, his internal Qi and Luck Laws quietly activating.
He stretched out his golden claws and suddenly flicked them in the void.
In an instant, an invisible force descended, and all the threads of fortune flowing toward Hongjun stopped in mid-air, then retreated back into the bodies of the gods, obediently remaining in place.
On the high platform, Hongjun, who was immersed in preaching, suddenly frowned slightly.
He preached the Tao and enlightened the primordial world, and should have been blessed with immense fortune to help him align himself with the Heavenly Way as soon as possible.
But after he spoke for a long time, no one noticed any luck gathering around him, which was really strange.