The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 214 Hongjun Daozu doesn’t cry
Cihang's voice was very soft, and there was admiration for Hongjun's choice in his eyes.

Sometimes, even he, a monk who practices compassion, cannot compare to these beings who have been or are currently dedicating themselves to the entire prehistoric era.

He is as valuable as the most powerful being in the entire Primordial Dao Era. All creatures in the entire Prehistoric Dao Era worship his Tao Ancestor, and he has silently made great contributions to the entire Prehistoric Dao Era.

Eternal admiration and loneliness as dust, both states appear miraculously in the same creature.

Hongjun struggled to open his eyes, and the countless principles and rules in his pupils blocked his sight.

After a long time, he finally saw the existence in front of him clearly. He opened his mouth, and a feeling of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart made Hongjun unable to say a word.

Cihang, that little disciple, that little guy who was able to make such a big splash in the entire Taoist era.

Hongjun remembered this little guy Cihang. It was when he was about to become a saint. He followed Yuqing to the Zixiao Palace. It seemed that time had not changed much.

Cihang is still the Cihang in Hongjun's memory.

But Hongjun is no longer the Hongjun in Cihang's mind.

Countless Tao are now corroding Hongjun's body like poison. Even Cihang's hand just touched Hongjun's shoulder and was contaminated with the poison belonging to Tao.

Does it hurt?

It hurts. It is a kind of pain that is not reflected in the body. This kind of pain only affects the depths of the soul, and may even corrode the foundation of the great path of the person who touches it.

How long did Hongjun persist under such severe corrosion?
Cihang didn't know because Hongjun, the Taoist ancestor, had never publicized this matter;

Hongjun didn't know either, because he didn't do this to show his greatness, so why should he remember the time?
He just needs to remember that the development of the entire prehistoric era has always been on the rise.

Hongjun tried hard to pat Cihang's hand on his shoulder. He didn't want Cihang to be corroded and assimilated by these avenues.

Because he knew that the prehistoric Taoism needed Cihang's existence, just like the original prehistoric Taoism needed him. Each generation of living beings has a mission.

The mission of Hongjun and his generation has been completed. Now it is the time of Cihang's generation, but their mission has not yet been completed.

Hongjun therefore patted Cihang's hand and resisted touching Cihang.

There are many images of Hongjun in Cihang's eyes, including the domineering spirit of the time when his independent cultivation of immortality became the mainstream of ancient spiritual practice, and the immeasurable courage of preaching the Three Thousand Ways.

But he has never looked like an old man in his dying years like he is now.

How does the current Hongjun look like the first saint of the prehistoric times and the Taoist ancestor of the prehistoric times?

Hongjun's hand was very weak, but Cihang knew that this was the maximum strength Hongjun could use now. He was pushing Cihang to get away faster.

Cihang is a stubborn person, or the entire sect is such a stubborn person.

Hongjun was stubborn when he made this decision, and Yuqing was also stubborn when he planned to resurrect Cihang.

Not to mention Cihang, one major event after another, none of which happened because Cihang was stubborn and believed in death.

Cihang is still the same stubborn person now. He hugs Hongjun tightly and holds Hongjun in his arms.

Hongjun's body was very light. Only at this time could Cihang really take a closer look at Hongjun's condition.

The bones are very light, and there are textures of the laws of heaven everywhere on them. Even the foundation of the great path that it practices is constantly being assimilated by the laws of heaven.

Cihang didn't say anything.

He just held Hongjun's body tightly. Even though Hongjun's hand kept pushing him away, Cihang seemed not to feel it.

Ever since Cihang became the Great Heavenly Venerable, his expression has always been extremely majestic, but today he can't bear it anymore, and tears gradually slid down his face.

It’s not that practitioners have no feelings, but after experiencing many things, their emotional tolerance is too strong, and many things that happen again cannot affect their hearts and feelings.

But these situations definitely do not include what Cihang is encountering now.

The harder Hongjun pushed him away, the harder Cihang hugged him, and when tears slid down the skirt of his clothes.

The person in his arms seemed to be stunned. He no longer pushed Cihang. He forced himself to pull up the corners of his mouth, as if he was trying to smile as usual.

Looking at Cihang, his eyes were so cloudy that he couldn't see clearly. After looking at Cihang for a long time, he finally looked at Cihang's face.

He raised his hand with difficulty and said, "Cihang, don't cry."

Every time he raised his hand and tried his best, Cihang might not have felt the meaning before, but now he was also suffering from the assimilation and erosion of the way of heaven, so how could he not be aware of the pain of corrosion?

Even if it was a slight twitching of the corner of the mouth, such an action would be painful to a being like Hongjun who had no idea how far he had become Taoist.

That kind of pain is like the pain of those born souls, those born souls who have not practiced spiritual practice, when someone pricks their fingers with a needle.

What a ridiculous scene, Cihang is crying, and Hongjun, the "patient", is smiling and comforting Cihang.

But Cihang couldn't smile. Cihang always liked to smile, but now the smile that always appeared on his face had disappeared without a trace.

"Cihang, let's not cry, don't cry..."

Hongjun struggled to speak every word, but he was still talking and repeating.

When he spoke, every word he spoke was very forceful and serious. He was Cihang's master. He didn't want Cihang, his proudest disciple, to look like this in front of him. He didn't want Cihang to be like this. He knew how long he could hold on. He once thought that no living being would discover all this.

Silent silence enveloped him, but at that time Hongjun's heart was as hot as a flame.

Because in that ball of flames there are sentient beings from the prehistoric Taoist era, the Kunlun Three Pure Ones, and his own disciple, Cihang, who has been stirring up trouble in the prehistoric Taoist era.

Everything that happened now, Hongjun thought in a daze that these were not reality, but just an illusion caused by too much missing in his heart.

He wanted to laugh at himself. The most dignified saint in the ancient Taoist era could actually have delusions?

But the pain all over his body was painful even if he opened his eyes, let alone laughed at.

Now, when Cihang held him in his arms, he was sure that this was all true. He opened his eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and pushed Cihang away with all his strength.

The purpose is to maintain his image in front of Cihang.

He wanted to tell Cihang that his master was very good and there was no need to worry. The little crybaby who could cry whenever he did something could no longer cry.But he still failed, Cihang still cried. For a moment, Hongjun felt that he was really unqualified as a master.

He made his disciples cry.

He is no longer a qualified Taoist...

Cihang's hand supported Hongjun, and he gently helped Hongjun close his eyes. He knew that it was painful when he opened his eyes.

Only by truly feeling the pain can you know how painful it is.

Master Hongjun has shouldered too much for all sentient beings in the ancient world. Cihang has always been selfless, and he likes to follow his own way in his every word and deed.

But this time he wanted to be selfish. He didn't want Hongjun to become the Taoist ancestor of the ancient Taoism. He only wanted Hongjun to be his master.

Hongjun seemed to know what Cihang was thinking. He reluctantly extended his hand and patted Cihang's arm.

"Cihang, very good, very good..."

Cihang listened to what Hongjun said, even though Hongjun's strength was very light now and his voice was ignored.

But Cihang still listened carefully to all this, and he hugged Hongjun tightly.

"I know I know."

Cihang kept repeating his words, and he knew what Hongjun meant by those words.

He was saying, Cihang, I, Hongjun, am very, very good.

Cihang didn't know what to say, he just repeated the words unconsciously.

He cannot make Daozu Hongjun worry about all this.

A huge lotus flower appeared, and Cihang placed Hongjun's body in it. He wanted to do it for the great Taoism, for his master, and for the Taoist ancestor who had always sacrificed his entire existence for the entire prehistoric Taoism. He deserved it. , worthy of Cihang doing something meaningful for him.

In Taiqing Palace, Taiqing's hand shaking the fan could not help but he said nothing.

He just watched quietly as the elixirs in the elixir furnace were refined into useless elixirs.

His eyes looked towards the sky, and he seemed to see the scene in Zixiao Palace from many worlds away.

This was his teacher's choice. He respected his teacher's choice, and now he also respected Cihang's choice.

He is Hongjun’s eldest disciple!
The alchemy furnace started burning again, but this time only the boy was taking care of it, and Taiqing's figure had long since disappeared in Taiqing Palace...

"Tell me, am I wrong?"

Yuqing and Shangqing, who were walking together, thought for a long time before saying this.

wrong?
It seems that this word does not match Chuo Yuqing from birth, but Shangqing really heard it from Chuo Yuqing at this time, and he said that he was wrong.

Yuqing didn't seem to think that Shangqing could answer such a question, and continued talking to himself.

It seems that the next paragraph is addressed to Shangqing as well as to himself.

He said: "I don't want to be rational. Sometimes I feel good being like you, don't I?"

Shangqing was speechless. He understood the meaning of Yuqing's words. It was obviously a question, but the firmness in his tone undoubtedly indicated what Yuqing was thinking at this moment.

The silent Shangqing put his hand on the sword at his waist.

He thought it was time for this murderous sword to be unsheathed.

Not only Sanqing, but perhaps at the moment when Zixiao Palace was opened, all the secrets could not be hidden from those Da Luo Jinxian and Taiyi Jinxian.

Countless streams of light appeared in the sky above the ancient Taoism, just like when they went to the Zixiao Palace to listen to Taoist ancestors' sermons. The purpose of the streams of light was the same, and they all went to the Zixiao Palace.

They are all the prehistoric gods and demons who survived from that time. The number is naturally not as good as that time. It is not known how many prehistoric gods and demons fell into the ruins during the Lich Tribulation. Now these surviving prehistoric gods and demons are Gods and demons know the preciousness of life.

Most of the time, they live in seclusion in their own cave dojo.

Perhaps for them, they can only come out when countless calamities come.

But now that they have come out, even those who are only Taiyi Jinxian in the new system have emerged from their respective retreats.

They had listened to Hongjun's sermons, and there was not a single bit of private sermon. Perhaps at that time, it was Hongjun who personally helped them establish their own practice direction.

As a result, their practice no longer becomes confusing, and they can find the path that suits them amidst countless distractions.

Even if Hongjun didn't open his mouth to accept them as his disciples later, in their hearts, Hongjun was their master.

Now, if they, the disciples, know that their master is in trouble, how can they still stay in their own caves?
How is it possible to be mentally stable?
They are afraid of death, afraid of their own death, but what they are even more afraid of is that something will happen to the Taoist, the master in their hearts.

Daozu Hongjun fell asleep quietly.

The gods and demons of the ancient times, especially those like Taoist Hongjun, never sleep, but Taozu Hongjun is too tired now.

In Cihang's Qingyun, the fruition status belonging to the Great Heavenly Lord rises slowly, like the rising sun, shining its own light on the entire outer sky in an instant.

Countless rules and principles of heaven are constantly transferred from Hongjun to Cihang based on the status of the Great Heavenly Lord.

Each era has its own mission. The current era belongs to Cihang's era, and the mission should also be Cihang's mission, not Hongjun Daozu's!

Now, he, the Great Heavenly Lord Cihang, is going to correct this mistake made by the Primordial Daoji!
The one who truly wants to be instilled with the rules of cause and effect and become a perfect part of the way of heaven in this era should be the Great Heavenly Lord Cihang!

The streams of light belonging to gods and demons were flying in the sky. They rushed towards the sky, just hoping to see the master in their hearts again.

The gate of Zixiao Palace appeared in their field of vision, and then they seemed to see a scene that they could never forget in their lifetime:
The huge sun seemed to appear in the Zixiao Palace, rising slowly in the Zixiao Palace. Countless laws of heaven, like beasts that had seen blood, gathered and rushed towards the sun from all directions.

Yuqing's footsteps stopped, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Shangqing's words of surprise reached Yuqing's ears again: "Second brother, is that the nephew of Cihang over there?"

(End of this chapter)