The sound of the Great Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace transformed into all kinds of mysterious images. They were golden in color, illusory and illusory. Talismans flowed and flickered. All kinds of Tao states evolved into a boundless world. Its length could not be known, its width could not be measured, its sky was unknown, and its earth was unknown.。
For a moment, the four seasons of the world were transformed. Yang spring spread the virtue, and all things gave birth to brilliance. The wild flowers gradually confuse the eyes, and the shallow grass can hide the hooves. The bright moon leaves the branches to startle the magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, we hear the sound of frogs. Red candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. The sky was blue with clouds and the ground was covered with yellow leaves. The autumn color was continuous, and the waves were covered with cold smoke and green. Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people disappear from thousands of paths. An old man in a coir raincoat fishing alone in the cold river.
At that time, it evolved into the Taoist holy land, the peak of the immortal peak is dangerous, steep and steep. Auspicious grass grows on the slope, and ganoderma lucidum grows on the ground. The roots are connected to the earth, and the top is connected to the sky. Green pines, green willows, purple chrysanthemums and red plums. Green peach, gingko, fire jujube, pear. Immortal Weng is good at painting, and the hermit is good at playing Go. A group of wise men talked about Taoism and quietly explained the mystery. Monsters hear scriptures, foxes hear laws. The tiger bear cuts its tail, the leopard dances and the ape cries. Dragons and tigers roared, and orioles flew. Rhinoceroses looked at the moon, and seahorses neighed. Strange birds change a lot, but immortal birds are rare in the world. The peacock talks about the scriptures, and the fairy boy plays the jade flute. The strange pine trees on Pangu Peak, and the precious trees on the sand embankment. The mountain is high and the river is close. The stream is wide and the water flow is low. The smoke rose into the sky, and the colors surrounded the blue sky. Auspicious light shines on the blessed land, and auspicious qi shines on the cave door.
For a moment, it displayed the wonderful state of Buddhism. The golden light of the treasure flame reflected the moon, and the strange fragrance was even more exquisite. There are endless scenes in the Seven Treasures Forest, and auspicious Yingying falls beside the Bade Pool. Pure fairy flowers are rare, Sheng Huang fairy music is more clear. The beautiful world in the west is really worthy of envy, all of which are born in the lotus petals. The epiphyllum bloomed and filled the hall with fragrance. The relic was exquisite and exquisite. In the Elysian World, there were seven layers of railings, seven layers of nets, and seven layers of trees. They were all four treasures that surrounded the world. There was the Seven Treasures Pool, which was filled with the Eight Merits Water. The bottom of the pool was covered with pure golden sand.
The four-sided stairway was composed of gold, silver, colored glaze, and glass. There are pavilions on the mountain, but also with gold and silver, glass, glass, tridacna, red beads, agate and other decorations. The lotus flowers in the pond were as big as wheels, green, green, yellow, yellow, red, red, white, white, and white. They were delicate and fragrant.
At six o'clock in the day and night, it rained mandala flowers. There are such wonderful birds of all colors: white cranes, peacocks, parrots, relics, Jialing Pinjia, birds of common life, and other birds at six o'clock in the day and night, singing and singing. The five roots, seven Bodhi points and eight sacred paths are all expressed in this way. It was really broad, strict, and solemn.
For a moment, he talked about the dangers of hell.
The prison of hanging tendons, the prison of deep injustice, and the prison of fire pit are silent and few, but they are vexed and vexed. They are all the thousands of kinds of deeds that they have done during their lifetime, and the names of suffering after their death.
Fengdu Prison, Tongue Pulling Prison, Skin Flayers Prison, crying and crying, miserable and miserable, because disloyalty and unfilial hurt heaven's principles, Buddha's mouth and snake's heart fell into this door.
To be tortured in prison, to be beaten with a pestle, to be beaten with a cart, to be beaten with a
Ice Prison, Shell Shelling Prison, Gut Drawing Prison, disheveled face, frowning eyes, they were all bullying fools, causing disasters to implicate themselves.
The oil pot prison, the dark prison, the knife mountain prison, trembling with fear, grief and indignation, all because of violence bullying good people, hiding their heads and shrinking their necks, suffering alone.
The Blood Pool Prison, Avici Prison, and Scale Pole Prison had shed their skin and bones, broken their arms and tendons, and killed people for money. They had fallen for thousands of years and would never rise again.
A mysterious jade butterfly was hovering above Taoist Hongjun's head, radiating boundless cold light. Five Qi rolled and rose, forming a colorless auspicious cloud. Three purple lotuses were rooted on the cloud, spreading their stems and leaves. The leaves were green, and the petals were as big as wheels. They rotated continuously, spitting out boundless starlight and spraying infinite spiritual rain. The Great Dao inscriptions formed golden flowers and auspicious qi that floated down to the dojo.
Hongjun smiled and released billions of bright clouds between his eyebrows. The so-called Great Perfection Daode Light Cloud, Great Perfection Taiqing Light Cloud, Great Perfection Yuqing Light Cloud, Great Perfection Shangqing Light Cloud, Great Compassion Light Cloud, Great Wisdom Light Cloud, Great Prajna Light Cloud, Great Samadhi Light Cloud, Great Auspicious Light Cloud, Great Blessing Light Cloud, Great Merit Light Cloud, Great Returning Light Cloud, Great Praise Light Cloud, etc. were all indescribable light clouds.
There are also various subtle sounds, such as the so-called enlightening sound, the sound of Tan Bo Luo Mi, the sound of corpse Bo Luo Mi, the sound of Zhati Bo Luo Mi, the sound of Piriye Bo Luo Mi, the sound of Zen Bo Luo Mi, the sound of Prajna Bo Luo Mi, the sound of compassion, the sound of joy, the sound of liberation, the sound of no leakage, the sound of wisdom, the sound of great wisdom, the sound of lion roar, the sound of big lion roar, the sound of cloud thunder, and the sound of big cloud thunder. And so on, the sound of the ineffable, the ineffable. He displayed the demeanor of a Dao Ancestor, a mighty Saint!
Below the stage, Laozi was sitting with his eyes closed. He was quiet and expressionless. The three flowers gathered on his head, and the five qi faced the origin. Three red lotuses floated on the red cloud, swaying with the sound of the Dao Ancestor.
The Heavenly Lord of the Origin sat upright. Thousands of golden flowers bloomed on the golden auspicious cloud. Auspicious qi formed a necklace and hung upside down to protect his body. Thousands of golden lamps were lit, dripping like water in front of the eaves.
Daoist Heavenspan straightened his back, closed his eyes, and sent five streams of Qi sweeping across the clouds, along with three enormous green lotuses.
Goddess Nüwa furrowed her brows and pursed her lips. Above her head, a golden light shone brightly. A giant snake was slithering on top of it, shaking its head and wagging its tail. It breathed in and out boundless spiritual energy and soared straight into the sky, as if it wanted to swallow the heavens.
Jieyin had a bitter, sallow face. The three large, jade-white sariras on top of his head emitted infinite light. There was a virtual image of the flying sky and the eight dragons preaching scriptures. There was also a 16-foot-tall golden body sitting on it with his hands clasped together. He lowered his head and looked pleasing to the eye. He was silently chanting Buddhist scriptures. The sound of Sanskrit was still in his ears.
Taoist Cundi scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, looking very sad and happy. Amidst the auspicious clouds, a giant tree stood tall. It was golden all over, neither gold nor jade. A strong killing aura lingered on it. Three golden relics as big as Doudou were shining brightly. A 120-foot-tall golden body sat under the Bodhi tree. The golden body had 18 hands, 24 of which were holding an umbrella cover, a flower pot, a divine pestle, a treasure file, a golden bell, a golden bow, a silver halberd, a banner, and so on. The golden light shone brightly, shining all over the world.
There was also the Kun Peng Patriarch, who had a dark green auspicious cloud above his head. It looked like the waves of Wang Yang. Cold air rose and condensed into white frost. A bird-like creature played in it, turning into a fish in the sea and a roc out of the sea. A demonic aura soared into the sky. A palace made of ice floated above it, emitting a bone-piercing white light. It emitted an icy divine light that shone for thousands of miles.
There was also a great immortal wearing a purple gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak. He put on his shoes and tied his belt around his waist. The body looks like a child, the face looks like a beauty, the three whiskers float under the chin, and the crow's house folds on the temples. It was Zhenyuanzi. An ancient book was floating on the yellow cloud. When it opened and closed, it breathed out an immeasurable amount of Wutu Qi and absorbed an immeasurable amount of light rain. It was a green fruit tree with 30 fruits on it. The fruits looked like children who had not yet reached the age of three dynasties. They had all four limbs and five senses.
It was the Ginseng Fruit Tree that bloomed once every 3,000 years, bore fruit once every 3,000 years, took 3,000 years to ripen, and could only be eaten after 10,000 years. This was the spiritual root of heaven and earth that had existed since the beginning of the world, before the judgment of the Primordial Chaos. There was only one such spiritual root in the world. If a mortal is fated to get that fruit and smell it, he will live for 360 years. Eating one would mean living for 47,000 years.
There was also a huge sun rising above the Taiyi blazing auspicious cloud, burning with raging golden flames. There was a three-legged Golden Crow circling and dancing, and an ancient bronze bell was swinging back and forth. There was a mist gathering and coiling around, making it difficult to see.
Above Emperor Jun's golden auspicious cloud, there was a picture and a turtle shell that drew countless mysterious trajectories, demonstrating the stars in the sky. It seemed that there were infinite stars gathering, like the Milky Way reappearing, running across the cloud. There were also three-legged Golden Crows circling the top of the head, hissing and flapping...
Time passed by, the mayflies died billions of times, and the immortals were just taking a nap. Three hundred and sixty-five years had passed. In the Purple Cloud Palace, Dao Ancestor opened his pair of starry eyes that could devour the universe. His left eye observed the reincarnation of all things, and his right eye observed the boundless world.
Everyone who was immersed in the domain woke up one after another. They bowed to the Dao Ancestor and called out,"Greetings, teacher. I wish you a long life!”Dao Ancestor said," In your lives, I obtained Pangu's remains and controlled the Jade Butterfly of Creation. I have the responsibility of educating all living beings, so I began to teach the Great Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace. There were 50 Great Daos and 49 Heavenly Daos. All living beings sought that sliver of hope. Nine is the extreme number. There are eight holy thrones under the Way of Heaven, and there are seven under my throne. If I want to take in disciples now, I should have six disciples.”
When it was said that Taoist Hongjun wanted to accept disciples to preach, a stone stirred up a thousand waves. The originally silent dojo was like boiling water, boiling with a whoosh. All kinds of auras were drifting in all directions. They were no longer just guarding a small area. Some were whispering, some were spying on the other party's strength, and some were secretly discussing. Only the Three Pure Ones remained unmoved. Their auras were still rushing up like smoke, vast and mighty. They did not beat around the bush and did not fall behind. There were people who were ecstatic, and there were people who were not strong and were secretly worried. Daoist Hongjun just looked at everyone silently, not saying a word. It was strange, like the cold winter.
After everyone stopped discussing and their auras returned to their original positions, Hongjun spoke. He said to the Three Pure Ones,"The Three Pure Ones were transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit and were born with great merits. Can become a saint, can become my disciple, are you willing?”
After the Three Pure Ones recovered from their ecstasy, they kowtowed and hurriedly said,""This disciple is willing. Teacher's life is limitless!”
Three streams of purple qi with unknown auras flew out of Hongjun's sleeves and flew into the Primordial Spirits of the Three Pure Ones one by one. The three of them instantly understood that this was the key to actualizing the Tao, the Primordial Purple Qi.
Born from the Heavenly Dao, one could entrust one's primordial spirit and fuse with the void. From then on, no one could capture one's fate in the long river of fate. They were not afraid of schemes and could naturally calculate the fate of the heavens. From then on, there would be no disasters and tribulations, and they could enjoy unlimited tribulations.
Hongjun continued," Goddess Nvywa has a profound virtue. She will have great merits after she dies and can become a saint."
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