Chapter 542: The Seven Saints Gather
Taoist Yang Mei sat opposite Jiang Qi, smiled and nodded, without saying anything.
Jiang Qi turned sideways and saluted, saying, "Should I call you Senior Yang Mei, or... Senior Bodhi?"
"There's no difference. It's all me."
Yang Mei waved her hand casually, motioning Jiang Qi to sit down, and then said with a smile: "Whether it's Bodhi or Yang Mei, it's still me, not some three corpses."
"Just some incarnation means."
As she spoke, Yang Mei saw that Jiang Qi was hesitant to speak, and knowing what he was going to say, she explained, "Thousands of great ways lead to the same destination. When you reach the level of a saint, the way has also reached its end."
"There are no three corpses here anymore."
"Everything returns to itself, and all the great powers become one."
Looking at Jiang Qi who seemed to be thinking about something, Taoist Yang Mei smiled and said, "Haotian is indeed a man of extraordinary talent, and he deserves the guidance of the Taoist Ancestor for many years."
"The method of beheading the three corpses in reverse has already given me a glimpse of the realm of a saint."
“Although this makes this method extremely difficult, once it is mastered, it will bring you closer to becoming a saint than other Hunyuan Daluo Celestial Immortals.”
Jiang Qi listened to Taoist Yang Mei's words and suddenly he understood something.
All the great paths lead to the same destination: a saint.
Although beheading the three corpses can make one purer, it is ultimately a form of separation.
When one reaches the saint level, everything will belong to oneself. This is the true destination.
In a sense, the path Jiang Qi is taking now already has some of the shadow of a saint.
Although it is only a tiny amount, it is already far more than that of other companions.
Thinking so in his mind, Jiang Qi sat on the chair and looked at Taoist Yang Mei across the table.
"I wonder what instructions you have for me, Senior?"
Jiang Qi's coming here was naturally not on a whim, but Taoist Yangmei summoned Jiang Qi here by taking advantage of the cause and effect between the Seventh Princess and Jiang Qi.
He asked the question, looking towards a tree next to the table.
Hollow willow tree.
This is probably the real body of the Chaos Demon God in front of us.
It can be said that the status of this place is not much worse than that of Zixiao Palace.
"Just being entrusted by others."
Taoist Yang Mei said with a smile: "The Purple Sky Palace is closed, and the Three Realms do not allow saints to enter. Fellow Taoists must have a place to chat."
"Looking left and right, I think this old man's land is suitable, so I have this table."
Hearing this, Jiang Qi lowered his head and glanced at the six seats on both sides of the table.
"It's just that, from the time this table was opened until now, it has never been full."
Taoist Yang Mei was talking, and suddenly his expression changed. He smiled and said, "Thanks to you, this is probably the first time in the history of the world that this has happened."
Before he finished speaking, three figures slowly emerged from the three seats on the left.
Jiang Qi saw it and stood up to greet him: "Disciple greets the three ancestors."
The person who came was none other than the Three Pure Ones.
"Sit down, sit down, what are you doing?"
The Saint Shangqing still had his nonchalant look. He tilted his head back, lifted his legs, and dropped them on the table. He had no manners at all, just like a street thug.
The Jade Purity Saint on the side glanced at him with disdain, and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Jiang Qi and said with a smile: "With the Chaos Saint here, we need to hide if we want to see you. There is no more suitable place than here."
"There is no one more suitable than Senior Yang Mei."
Jiang Qi nodded in understanding and counted the eight saint-level beings in the heavens and all worlds.
Except for Taoist Yangmei, all the saints of Xuanmen, including the Taoist Ancestor, owe Pangu too many and too heavy karmic debts.
Only Taoist Yangmei is a little better, but not much better.
At this time, the only one who could move freely without attracting the attention of the Saint of Chaos was Taoist Yangmei.
Of course, the Seven Saints of Xuanmen have such restrictions, and the Saint of Chaos is not much better.
The two sides are now monitoring each other and their strategies are transparent.
Mutual investment of wisdom?
Jiang Qi suddenly thought of such a word.
At this time, a figure appeared on the first seat on the other side.
It was a woman with a veil on her face, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring at Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi came to his senses, stood up quickly and bowed deeply.
"I, Jiang Qi, a member of the human race, bow down to the Holy Mother Nuwa." No matter how bizarre Jiang Qi's life experience was, or how high his seniority was, as long as he still considered himself a human, he could not help but respect the Holy Mother Nuwa in front of him.
Although during the Lich-War Calamity, Saint Nuwa chose to stand idly by and watch the suffering of the human race for some reason, the human race will never forget the grace of Saint Nuwa.
Let’s put things in perspective, human beings will never forget their gratitude.
"Get up quickly."
Saint Nuwa nodded to Jiang Qi and said with a smile: "Sit in your seat, otherwise it might be taken away."
"Don't learn from Zhen Yuanzi, and don't learn from Kun Peng."
Jiang Qi was stunned when he heard this, and recalled the old things in Zixiao Palace. Then he thought about the seating order here, stood up quickly and sat on the chair.
I will never get up no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try!
"Daoyou, change seats."
The Shangqing Saint suddenly spoke and nodded to Nuwa. The latter was not surprised and just smiled and nodded.
Just as the two saints had just sat down again, two more figures emerged and appeared next to the Shangqing Saint.
One is wealthy and happy, the other is skinny and miserable.
They are none other than the two saints of Buddhism, Cundi and Jie Yin.
Jie Yin sat in the middle of the right side, glanced at the Shangqing Saint next to him, and his expression became more sad.
At this moment, Zhunti is closest to Jiang Qi, and opposite her is the Saint Nuwa.
The saint looked at Jiang Qi and said calmly, "Why don't you greet us?"
Jiang Qi said nothing, with his brows lowered and his eyes drooped, like a clay or stone sculpture.
"Snapped."
Suddenly, an object was thrown onto the table by the Shangqing Saint.
It is the Qingping Sword, and it is an unsheathed Qingping Sword.
"Come on, if my disciple disrespects you and you chop him down, we will not care."
The sage of Shangqing pointed at the Qingping Sword without mercy and shouted at Zhunti: "Cut it!"
The sage Zhunti frowned and was about to speak, but suddenly he saw Taiqing and Yuqing opposite him making a move.
The Tai Chi diagram and Pangu Banner appeared on the table from nowhere, and the vague aura was so eye-catching.
At this moment, Saint Nuwa slowly took out a tripod and placed it on the table.
This scene made Zhunti's expression freeze, and he didn't even look at the Qingping Sword.
"Awkward."
The Shangqing Saint sneered, grabbed the Qingping Sword, and threw it towards a corner seemingly casually.
"If you don't chop, I'll chop!"
I saw the Qingping sword flying out and landing directly behind the Saint Zhunti. It seemed that something was hidden there.
"Zheng!"
The tip of the Qingping sword hummed, as if it was filled with anger and was about to cut through the air.
Affected by the sword energy, the being that was originally hiding behind the Saint Zhunti was forced out, and it was none other than Tathagata!
Facing a sword from the Saint of Shangqing, even the so-called Buddha of Buddhism, the so-called peak Hunyuan Daluo Heavenly Immortal, could only stand there in a daze, watching the sword energy descend!
"clang!"
Just as the sword was about to chop off Tathagata's head, at the critical moment, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree stretched out from the side and blocked the Qingping Sword.
"Om..."
The power of the saints collided, and although the small island below was unharmed, the aftermath spread out and collapsed the boundless chaos. One world after another was created and then immediately annihilated.
Boundless chaotic energy swept across, creating countless chaotic turbulences.
Saint Nuwa raised her hand slightly and pressed down, and suddenly everything calmed down.
The other saints didn't care either and just looked at Zhunti.
"That's really the idea."
The Sage of Shangqing sneered, recalled the Qingping Sword, and said to the Tathagata who lowered his eyes: "Go away, there is no place for you here."
Yuqing Saint finally raised his eyes and sneered: "Buddhism, huh..."
Zhunti was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted.
The one who interrupted him was the Taiqing Saint who had been silent all the time. The leader of the Six Saints slowly opened his eyelids and looked around.
Finally, it stopped on Zhunti and Jie Yin.
"Zunti, you are not worthy of being a human being."
(End of this chapter)
Taoist Yang Mei sat opposite Jiang Qi, smiled and nodded, without saying anything.
Jiang Qi turned sideways and saluted, saying, "Should I call you Senior Yang Mei, or... Senior Bodhi?"
"There's no difference. It's all me."
Yang Mei waved her hand casually, motioning Jiang Qi to sit down, and then said with a smile: "Whether it's Bodhi or Yang Mei, it's still me, not some three corpses."
"Just some incarnation means."
As she spoke, Yang Mei saw that Jiang Qi was hesitant to speak, and knowing what he was going to say, she explained, "Thousands of great ways lead to the same destination. When you reach the level of a saint, the way has also reached its end."
"There are no three corpses here anymore."
"Everything returns to itself, and all the great powers become one."
Looking at Jiang Qi who seemed to be thinking about something, Taoist Yang Mei smiled and said, "Haotian is indeed a man of extraordinary talent, and he deserves the guidance of the Taoist Ancestor for many years."
"The method of beheading the three corpses in reverse has already given me a glimpse of the realm of a saint."
“Although this makes this method extremely difficult, once it is mastered, it will bring you closer to becoming a saint than other Hunyuan Daluo Celestial Immortals.”
Jiang Qi listened to Taoist Yang Mei's words and suddenly he understood something.
All the great paths lead to the same destination: a saint.
Although beheading the three corpses can make one purer, it is ultimately a form of separation.
When one reaches the saint level, everything will belong to oneself. This is the true destination.
In a sense, the path Jiang Qi is taking now already has some of the shadow of a saint.
Although it is only a tiny amount, it is already far more than that of other companions.
Thinking so in his mind, Jiang Qi sat on the chair and looked at Taoist Yang Mei across the table.
"I wonder what instructions you have for me, Senior?"
Jiang Qi's coming here was naturally not on a whim, but Taoist Yangmei summoned Jiang Qi here by taking advantage of the cause and effect between the Seventh Princess and Jiang Qi.
He asked the question, looking towards a tree next to the table.
Hollow willow tree.
This is probably the real body of the Chaos Demon God in front of us.
It can be said that the status of this place is not much worse than that of Zixiao Palace.
"Just being entrusted by others."
Taoist Yang Mei said with a smile: "The Purple Sky Palace is closed, and the Three Realms do not allow saints to enter. Fellow Taoists must have a place to chat."
"Looking left and right, I think this old man's land is suitable, so I have this table."
Hearing this, Jiang Qi lowered his head and glanced at the six seats on both sides of the table.
"It's just that, from the time this table was opened until now, it has never been full."
Taoist Yang Mei was talking, and suddenly his expression changed. He smiled and said, "Thanks to you, this is probably the first time in the history of the world that this has happened."
Before he finished speaking, three figures slowly emerged from the three seats on the left.
Jiang Qi saw it and stood up to greet him: "Disciple greets the three ancestors."
The person who came was none other than the Three Pure Ones.
"Sit down, sit down, what are you doing?"
The Saint Shangqing still had his nonchalant look. He tilted his head back, lifted his legs, and dropped them on the table. He had no manners at all, just like a street thug.
The Jade Purity Saint on the side glanced at him with disdain, and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Jiang Qi and said with a smile: "With the Chaos Saint here, we need to hide if we want to see you. There is no more suitable place than here."
"There is no one more suitable than Senior Yang Mei."
Jiang Qi nodded in understanding and counted the eight saint-level beings in the heavens and all worlds.
Except for Taoist Yangmei, all the saints of Xuanmen, including the Taoist Ancestor, owe Pangu too many and too heavy karmic debts.
Only Taoist Yangmei is a little better, but not much better.
At this time, the only one who could move freely without attracting the attention of the Saint of Chaos was Taoist Yangmei.
Of course, the Seven Saints of Xuanmen have such restrictions, and the Saint of Chaos is not much better.
The two sides are now monitoring each other and their strategies are transparent.
Mutual investment of wisdom?
Jiang Qi suddenly thought of such a word.
At this time, a figure appeared on the first seat on the other side.
It was a woman with a veil on her face, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring at Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi came to his senses, stood up quickly and bowed deeply.
"I, Jiang Qi, a member of the human race, bow down to the Holy Mother Nuwa." No matter how bizarre Jiang Qi's life experience was, or how high his seniority was, as long as he still considered himself a human, he could not help but respect the Holy Mother Nuwa in front of him.
Although during the Lich-War Calamity, Saint Nuwa chose to stand idly by and watch the suffering of the human race for some reason, the human race will never forget the grace of Saint Nuwa.
Let’s put things in perspective, human beings will never forget their gratitude.
"Get up quickly."
Saint Nuwa nodded to Jiang Qi and said with a smile: "Sit in your seat, otherwise it might be taken away."
"Don't learn from Zhen Yuanzi, and don't learn from Kun Peng."
Jiang Qi was stunned when he heard this, and recalled the old things in Zixiao Palace. Then he thought about the seating order here, stood up quickly and sat on the chair.
I will never get up no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try!
"Daoyou, change seats."
The Shangqing Saint suddenly spoke and nodded to Nuwa. The latter was not surprised and just smiled and nodded.
Just as the two saints had just sat down again, two more figures emerged and appeared next to the Shangqing Saint.
One is wealthy and happy, the other is skinny and miserable.
They are none other than the two saints of Buddhism, Cundi and Jie Yin.
Jie Yin sat in the middle of the right side, glanced at the Shangqing Saint next to him, and his expression became more sad.
At this moment, Zhunti is closest to Jiang Qi, and opposite her is the Saint Nuwa.
The saint looked at Jiang Qi and said calmly, "Why don't you greet us?"
Jiang Qi said nothing, with his brows lowered and his eyes drooped, like a clay or stone sculpture.
"Snapped."
Suddenly, an object was thrown onto the table by the Shangqing Saint.
It is the Qingping Sword, and it is an unsheathed Qingping Sword.
"Come on, if my disciple disrespects you and you chop him down, we will not care."
The sage of Shangqing pointed at the Qingping Sword without mercy and shouted at Zhunti: "Cut it!"
The sage Zhunti frowned and was about to speak, but suddenly he saw Taiqing and Yuqing opposite him making a move.
The Tai Chi diagram and Pangu Banner appeared on the table from nowhere, and the vague aura was so eye-catching.
At this moment, Saint Nuwa slowly took out a tripod and placed it on the table.
This scene made Zhunti's expression freeze, and he didn't even look at the Qingping Sword.
"Awkward."
The Shangqing Saint sneered, grabbed the Qingping Sword, and threw it towards a corner seemingly casually.
"If you don't chop, I'll chop!"
I saw the Qingping sword flying out and landing directly behind the Saint Zhunti. It seemed that something was hidden there.
"Zheng!"
The tip of the Qingping sword hummed, as if it was filled with anger and was about to cut through the air.
Affected by the sword energy, the being that was originally hiding behind the Saint Zhunti was forced out, and it was none other than Tathagata!
Facing a sword from the Saint of Shangqing, even the so-called Buddha of Buddhism, the so-called peak Hunyuan Daluo Heavenly Immortal, could only stand there in a daze, watching the sword energy descend!
"clang!"
Just as the sword was about to chop off Tathagata's head, at the critical moment, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree stretched out from the side and blocked the Qingping Sword.
"Om..."
The power of the saints collided, and although the small island below was unharmed, the aftermath spread out and collapsed the boundless chaos. One world after another was created and then immediately annihilated.
Boundless chaotic energy swept across, creating countless chaotic turbulences.
Saint Nuwa raised her hand slightly and pressed down, and suddenly everything calmed down.
The other saints didn't care either and just looked at Zhunti.
"That's really the idea."
The Sage of Shangqing sneered, recalled the Qingping Sword, and said to the Tathagata who lowered his eyes: "Go away, there is no place for you here."
Yuqing Saint finally raised his eyes and sneered: "Buddhism, huh..."
Zhunti was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted.
The one who interrupted him was the Taiqing Saint who had been silent all the time. The leader of the Six Saints slowly opened his eyelids and looked around.
Finally, it stopped on Zhunti and Jie Yin.
"Zunti, you are not worthy of being a human being."
(End of this chapter)
