Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 321 - 247: Today I Realize I Am Myself_2

Chapter 321: Chapter 247: Today I Realize I Am Myself_2

Cough, cough!

Just as Dong Xiaowan finished speaking, Dong Miaozhen, who was next to her, suddenly let out two light coughs and kindly reminded her, “Xiaowan, Kong Lang and the others have walked away, you should hurry and follow.”

“Yes, sister Miaozhen, I’m on my way.”

Dong Xiaowan hastily bowed to Dong Miaozhen, and before she left, her beautiful eyes filled with a look of grievance and longing as she took a deep glance at Zhao Sheng.

Alas, it seems another Reserve Weaver has developed a “mortal heart” towards him.

Who could blame them, when he was so outstanding! (Sword God Lin Yizhi smiled without saying a word.)

The Ten Thousand Dao Tower consisted of nine towers, filled with tens of thousands of “Dao Creations” by predecessors.

Just a cursory observation had taken Zhao Sheng and others an entire day.

The long night passed without words, and in the blink of an eye, it was the third day.

Ten miles south of Ten Thousand Dao Tower, in the middle of a valley nestled against the mountains and waters, stood the Nine-colored Platform, built according to the heavenly stems and earthly branches, yin and yang and the five elements, the Eight Trigrams, and the Nine Palaces.

This Nine-colored Platform was the famous Debating Platform.

This platform was a place for debate, especially designed for the outstanding talents of the Phoenix Meeting to engage in profound discussions and showcase their personal “talents.”

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The sun was bright and the breeze gentle.

On the Debating Platform, Zhao Sheng, Dong Miaozhen, Song Xingyun… Dong Xiaowan, Dong Yuyi, Kong Lang, and the people from Dong Shu were sitting cross-legged in pairs or small groups around the center’s Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram.

Upon closer inspection, one could clearly see that each small gathered group was largely centered around one or two daughters of the Dong family.

Even though the Phoenix Meeting had only started three days ago, the vast majority had already identified their strategic targets.

Needless to say, Zhao Sheng was inevitably sitting with Dong Miaozhen.

However, what made others envious and green with jealousy, clenching their teeth in hate, was that the most outstanding beauties among the Dong family’s daughters, like Dong Xiaowan and Dong Yuyi, were also sitting close next to that young man, mostly with affectionate eyes, presenting a compliant demeanor ripe for choosing.

“Damn it, where has the Dong family daughters’ pride gone?”

“Hmph, that punk is so ugly and skinny like a mantis, what’s so good about him?”

“Miaozhen, you are mine! Zhao Qingyang, you and I are irreconcilable.”

Ancient saying: “A beauty can be a source of trouble.” This saying is indeed sensible.

Zhao Sheng hadn’t really done anything excessive, yet he had also drawn widespread ire because of this.

“A grain of sand contains thousands of realms, a single mind and body behold all laws as one. To understand this, one must master the art of the heartless, not tainted, not stagnant; this is the pure karmic path.”

An Enlightenment Poem was chanted to completion, and the bright-eyed, shiny-headed little monk Ding Nan, with a dignified Dharma Image, stood with his palms together and nodded to everyone in turn.

This person came from the Esoteric Sect lineage of the Future Temple, rumored to be a reincarnated spiritual child who, at just eighteen, had already penetrated the seven chakras, becoming a high monk of the temple.

Esoteric Sect’s main practice revolves around the three channels and seven chakras, and penetrating the seven chakras is equivalent to a cultivator’s Foundation Establishment Realm.

Just as little monk Ding Nan was about to step down, a person suddenly stood up on the eastern side of the platform.

“Buddha is the heart and heart is Buddha, heart and Buddha have always been illusions. Without shape or form, no Dharma Image. Neither form nor emptiness, nor not emptiness, action and nothingness not without being; the Buddha land of ultimate bliss is within a grain of sand.”

Hua Lianqiao swayed her waist elegantly as she stepped forward, her face prettier than a woman’s, her voice coquettishly surpassing a woman’s charm.

“Little monk, how did you find this buddhist confession? The True Buddha begins thus, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. My Joy Heaven and your Esoteric Sect have… a profound connection! We should get to know each other well.”

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As she spoke, Hua Lianqiao used her Charming Skill, radiant light dazzling as she continuously seduced the little monk Ding Nan.

“Amitabha! My master once said that the physical form is shapeless, men and women are all skeletons! This monk will not argue with you.” After chanting a loud namaste, Ding Nan quickly retreated and sat down at one side.

Hua Lianqiao covered her mouth with a sly smile, looked around at everyone, and proclaimed, “All things born of nature are born of desire, all desires inherently contain the Tao; desire is thusness, the True Buddha, and also the Dao…”

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“Profound darkness contains essence, great stability emits light; infinite mystery reaches boundlessness, thus they speak of the hollow. When condensing essence and gathering spirit, wielding ancestral Qi in circular motions. The highest reaches of elevation, merging myriad transformations, sustaining the principle of life, solidifying the soul and condensing the essence to lead a multitude of spirits, liberating from entanglements, returning to the elemental, and collecting the myriad Qis.” Jin Wulin of the Vast Sect elucidated his insight into the path of Divine Thought before the crowd.

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“Cultivating Qi to achieve immortality, soaking up days and nights, calamities rise and fall out of samsara. A single point of Dao heart is like the morning sun, in the Purple Mansion Palace, igniting Divine Light.” So spoke the prodigy of the Purple Sun Sect.

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“Mysterious flight of purple Qi condenses Spirit Root, the principal connection of Yuxu encompasses all deities. In the void flourishes naturally knotted, above stand the steep and towering transmissions. Jade towers lofty and shining, reflecting on Jing Yun, casting golden verandas. In the majestic hall resoundingly chimes the eight high notes, from within emits blue-gold and the nine celestial immortals.”

In the center of the Tai Chi Diagram, Kong Lang sang an Enlightenment Poem in a loud voice, immediately attracting cheers from the crowd.

He proudly returned the salutations and then his gaze suddenly shifted to Zhao Sheng, surrounded by beautiful ladies.

“Zhao Qingyang, you’ve listened for quite a while, yet you’ve not uttered a word. How about you step onto the platform and debate with me?”

Worried that Zhao Sheng wouldn’t fall for the trap, Kong Lang taunted again, “Don’t you dare come up? Are you afraid you’ll be tongue-tied and make a fool of yourself in front of everyone?”

“Taoist Zhao, you’re not scared, are you?”

“With a beauty in his arms, maybe someone has been dazed.”

“Taoist Zhao is not that kind of person, he’ll definitely go up.”

“Taoist Zhao, please do! Don’t keep Brother Kong waiting.”

In the face of a bunch of rowdy instigators, Zhao Sheng shook his head and then slowly rose from his cushion, walked to the center of the Tai Chi Diagram, and faced Kong Lang.

“Since you’re in the mood for it, I might as well teach you what Dao is.”

“Hmph, how arrogant!”

Kong Lang couldn’t help but spit out a curse, and then rushed to begin, loudly saying, “In my view, the essence of cultivation first lies in transforming one’s being; to transform is to first pursue the Dao. Dao is in the heart, and when one harbors Dao within the heart, though Dao is unseen, the heart must not forget it. One who does not forget the heart maintains the Dao steadfastly; the Righteous Path lies within the heart, unburdened by worldly matters.”