The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

After saying that, he sighed softly, "As for what choice the people of the clan will make, let them decide. In time, they will understand the advantages and disadvantages."

Finally, he looked at the four of them with a very solemn expression, "Remember, as long as it is beneficial to the human race, do not hinder it in the future, and encourage innovation."

"Fellow Daoist, your talent is truly remarkable; I, Hongxiu, am no match for you." After listening to the profound wisdom of the Kongtong Daoist, Nuwa was deeply impressed and rose to give him a graceful bow. She now genuinely admired Beiming; she had never imagined that in addition to his formidable strength, he was also so meticulous in his thinking.

When the Taoist from Kongtong entered, Nuwa already realized that he had returned having attained sainthood. At the same time, recalling the strange phenomenon in the Blood Sea, it now seemed that it was not the original Beiming body that had become a saint, but rather his three corpses.

At the same time, she was even more puzzled. Why didn't Bei Ming himself attain enlightenment first? Why let the obsessive corpse get ahead of the original body? In the past, Nuwa might have laughed at his foolishness, but after Lao Tzu's establishment of the religion, she would no longer look down on Bei Ming. In any case, she couldn't fathom the true meaning behind it all.

"Red Embroidery?" The Kongtong Daoist looked at the other party with a strange expression. He had never asked before, and the other party had never given his name. He never expected that Nuwa's benevolent corpse was killed with the Red Embroidery Ball. After the initial surprise, Kongtong simply waved his hand.

"Fellow Taoist is so complimentary."

The vast, untamed land, towards the Kunlun Mountains.

Before Laozi even arrived, he sensed a powerful pressure descending upon the world, strangely, the center of this pressure was in the direction of his own cave. Just as he was wondering about this, he suddenly heard the words of the Primordial One.

"By the Heavenly Dao above, I am the true descendant of Pangu, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Three Pure Ones. I now wish to establish a new sect, named 'Chan Sect,' which means to elucidate, clarify, and open up. I will use the innate treasure, the Pangu Banner, to suppress the destiny. All virtuous people in the primordial world may enter my sect. I hope the Heavenly Dao will witness this. 'Chan Sect, established.'"

Just as the words of the Primordial One fell swoop, and as merits descended from the heavens and extraordinary phenomena appeared, another voice emerged in the world. This was the voice of Tongtian. After he and the Primordial One attained sainthood with Laozi, perhaps sensing the Dao of Heaven, the Primordial Purple Qi in their minds began to stir.

At the same time, he suddenly understood the true meaning of Beiming's "two teachings, Chan and Jie." However, Tongtian had no supreme treasure to suppress the founding destiny of the sect, and the killing aura of the Zhuxian Sword Formation was too heavy, so it was obviously unsuitable. He hesitated for a moment, and Yuanshi beat him to it.

"By the Heavenly Dao, I am Tongtian Daoren, a disciple of Hongjun Daozu, and a manifestation of Pangu's primordial spirit, within the Pangu Formation. I now wish to establish a sect called 'Jie Sect'. With this sect, I will enlighten the primordial world, using the innate spiritual treasure Qingping Sword to suppress the destiny. I will seize a sliver of life for all living beings in the world. Those with affinity may enter my sect. I hope the Heavenly Dao will witness this. 'Jie Sect, established.'"

As soon as he finished speaking, Heaven bestowed merit once more. Tongtian and Yuanshi both attained sainthood, and extraordinary phenomena appeared one after another throughout the world. This scene stunned all the cultivators of the prehistoric world. They never imagined that less than a day had passed since Laozi became a saint, and the Three Pure Ones had all attained enlightenment. At the same time, everyone sighed that the Three Pure Ones truly deserved to be the true descendants of Pangu.

Two days later, Yuanshi and Tongtian had absorbed all the merits. Looking at Laozi standing beside them, all three smiled. Little did they know that from the moment they established their two sects, it was already destined that the two would be irreconcilable enemies.

The doctrines of the Chan School elucidate the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, while the doctrines of the Jie School aim to seize the last vestige of life in the Dao. One is innate, the other acquired. From this moment on, the Chan and Jie Schools can no longer coexist. However, these individuals are currently blinded by the joy of becoming saints and have not yet realized this.

In the primordial west, there lies Mount Sumeru.

The Three Pure Ones attained sainthood one after another, which Jieyin and Zhunti could naturally sense. Unexpectedly, saints appeared one after another in the Eastern Primordial World. The Dao Ancestor Hongjun appointed saints, and now, apart from the two of them, all of them have emerged into the world, which made the two of them extremely anxious.

Originally, before the Three Pure Ones attained enlightenment, although the two were eager to achieve sainthood, they were not as anxious as they are now. In the current situation, if the two do not catch up quickly, they will not only be ashamed of themselves, but they may also lose face for Hongjun.

With a pained expression, Jieyin looked at Zhunti beside him. "Junior brother, it seems that the only way to gain a vast amount of merit is to establish a religious order. But we in the West..." He sighed. He knew that the West was harsh and cold. What religion could they establish? And who would join such a poor sect?

Upon hearing his senior brother's question, Zhunti took a deep breath and said, "Senior brother, it is not impossible to establish a lineage, but my method is too extreme. Even if we become saints, we will probably not be able to find peace in the future. Moreover, this method has many inconveniences."

Upon hearing Zhunti's words, Jieyin's eyes lit up, though he still didn't know what kind of method the other party used. However, as long as he could become a saint, whatever the outcome, that was a matter for the future. The most urgent task was to attain enlightenment, so he urged him on.

"This method is to borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao." Seeing his senior brother's puzzled look, Zhunti didn't keep him in suspense and explained directly, "It is based on the revitalization of the West, making a grand vow and a swearing oath to the Heavenly Dao. However, this method is too dangerous, and I'm afraid it will drag us down for the rest of our lives."

After listening, Jieyin calmed down completely. How difficult it was to make the West prosper! They had always tried this method, yet with little effect. If they were to truly use the Zhunti method, they would indeed be burdened by it in the future. After attaining enlightenment, their cultivation would probably no longer be able to increase.

But then he gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, 'Without becoming a saint, everything is just a mirage. Even before my cultivation was on par with the Three Pure Ones, I was already ostracized by Dongfang. If I don't improve my strength now, I'm afraid I won't even have the right to work with them in the future.'

"Senior brother, are you really sure? You should know that if we cannot repay the debt in the future, even if we become saints, the Heavenly Dao will still bring down calamities. Although saints are immortal, we will probably not fare any better."

Seeing that Jieyin remained unmoved by his words, Zhunti steeled his resolve. "In that case, let us, fellow disciples, establish a sect and borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao."

After speaking, the two looked up at the heavens and said, "Heaven above, I am Jieyin (Zhunti), a disciple of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun. Feeling the poverty of the West and the suffering of its people, I now wish to establish a religion called the 'Western Religion'."

With the innate spiritual treasure of the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit (Eight Treasures Merit Pool), the fortune is suppressed, guiding the masses of the West towards goodness, saving all beings from the sea of ​​suffering. May Heaven bear witness, and the Western Religion is established.

As soon as the two finished speaking, the Heavenly Dao reacted immediately. Golden clouds of merit gathered in the sky, and thunder roared from the heavens. However, they did not fall for a long time, as if they were hesitating, as if they would vanish into thin air at any moment.

All the cultivators of the prehistoric world had witnessed this scene. A similar situation had occurred when the twelve Ancestral Witches established their clan, but their meaning remained unclear. Now, with two Western figures establishing a religion and exhibiting this strange phenomenon, everyone felt uneasy. After all, the number of sages was crucial to the future格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure and overall situation) of the prehistoric world.