A long, long ti.
Zhang Fusheng finally just wrote down.
[I will]
Then ca a response in writing—[That’s good].
Zhang Fusheng stared into space, suddenly sighing with lancholy.
Now, every day that passes, the ’future’ where Saint Wei resides also passes by a day,
He had asked, and Saint Wei’s place is ten thousand years later.
In other words, no matter what, he and the Saint will always be separated by ten thousand years, and the Saint will never see him,
To the Saint, his master has always vanished on that day ten thousand years ago.
"It’s just..."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself:
"Why did this happen? The future is vague and ever-changing, but why did this particular possibility for Lingzhu remain?"
He didn’t understand.
Zhang Fusheng pursed his lips, returning to the Eight Sceneries Palace, sitting upright on the ditation mat, the infinite high position add to him, trying to start calculations and deductions.
He utilized the Taiyi Chapter, dazzling starlight lines appeared in his eyes—those were causes and effects.
With the help of the Taiyi Chapter of the Primordial Ancient Scripture,
With the blessing of the ditation mat’s infinite high position,
The Great Celestial Venerate’s gaze projected from the Eight Sceneries Taoist Palace, falling upon the Other Shore’s place of return, attempting insight.
He indeed had so gain.
"I see causes and effects...chaotic causes and effects."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, the Taiyi Chapter at the entry-level was still quite extraordinary, after all, it was part of the Primordial Ancient Scripture!
Plus the blessing of the position, many things’ causes and effects can even be vaguely seen.
From his original impulse to accept Lingzhu as a disciple, Zhang Fusheng traced back, analyzed, and discerned bit by bit,
Ti passed, and he actually started to co to a terrifying conclusion.
Zhang Fusheng suddenly achieved great enlightennt.
"The reason why Lingzhu qualifies to sit at the Supre Saint Celestial Position is because...I accepted her as my disciple!"
"Because I bear the na of Taiqing, the na of Laozi!"
"I understand now."
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, completely understanding now, his original strong impulse to accept her as a disciple was indeed because they have a connection.
But the origin of this connection ca from an inverted cause and effect.
In great enlightennt, the previously unbreakable bottleneck of the Taiyi Chapter began to subtly loosen,
Zhang Fusheng’s comprehension of the Dao of Cause and Effect also grew deeper.
The Great Celestial Venerate sat upon the ditation mat, the cords of Dao in his eyes becoming increasingly intricate, as if all things are floating in and out of his vision.
He saw the beginning of this series of causes and effects.
"In terms of normal cause and effect, it should have been that after I accepted Wei Lingzhu as a disciple, she then had the qualifications to sit at the Supre Saint Celestial Position and was subsequently banished to the Nine Netherworld.
"However."
"Now it has been inverted, precisely because she possesses the qualifications for the Supre Saint Celestial Position and was banished, I have a great bond with her, and therefore I must accept her as a disciple."
Zhang Fusheng slapped the table, softly muttering:
"Inverted cause and effect."
"Wei Lingzhu’s future is nailed down, destined to beco an Ancient Saint, destined to soak for countless years in the Yellow Springs, destined to converse with the present in the Other Shore Flower Cluster."
"Thus, the future existed first, and the present ca after."
"The causes and effects are inverted."
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes.
The Taiyi Chapter silently achieved a Realm Breakthrough, finally reaching a Minor Achievent.
His understanding of the Dao of Cause and Effect advanced by leaps and bounds, and with the blessing of the infinite high position, he could see even deeper!
"From the mont I borrowed the Bridge of Helplessness, anchoring to the Other Shore Flower Cluster."
"Wei Lingzhu’s future was simultaneously nailed down, destined to soak into the Yellow Springs River, trapped beside the Other Shore Flower Cluster."
"And since the future is set, the original [effect] becos [cause], and my accepting her as a disciple also shifts from [cause] to [effect]."
He marveled, inverted cause and effect, cause becoming effect...
The Dao of Cause and Effect is indeed profound to this extent!
Yet, how did this inversion of cause and effect form?
Eyes closed, then opened again.
Raising his hand, a subtle and mysterious glow appeared on his palm.
Taiyi Chapter, Minor Achievent, realization of [Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect].
Stepping off the ditation mat, descending to the riverbank of the Other Shore Flower Cluster.
Writing down.
[Is there any error in the Seventy-two Saints’ Techniques?]
The Ancient Saint replied.
[There is, too cumberso, many detours were unnecessarily added, the true technique I’ll write for you]
A piece of brilliant scripture slowly erged on the muddy ground.
[Ten Holy Scriptures]
The Seventy-two Saints were cut down to ten saints, requiring only ten Grotto Heavens to support, greatly reducing difficulty, but greatly enhancing the mystery.
Zhang Fusheng departed, finding Wei Lingzhu, and also summoned the Old Master.
In the puzzled gazes of the two, his tongue unfolded like a lotus:
"Listen to my teachings."
A book of Ten Holy Scriptures, from nothing to sothing, recounted slowly.
This is a technique and marvel never before seen in this era, its roots in the old world, yet further researched and supplented in the future,
Finally, at this mont, narrated bit by bit through Zhang Fusheng’s mouth!
In the beginning of the lecture, various anomalies already erged, silhouettes of saints suddenly appearing in the surrounding void,
With each word Zhang Fusheng uttered, the saints’ silhouettes smiled a bit more, and the floating Immortal Flowers, Heavenly Flowers, Golden Lotuses, also blood more profusely!
The Old Master listened quietly, his expression transforming from initial puzzlent to astonishnt, then to amazent.
"Marvelous, marvelous!"
He praised it endlessly, listening with rapt attention:
"The Ten Holy Scriptures...if I had obtained this scripture in my early years, I would have ascended to godhood by today!"
The Old Master opened his eyes, his gaze bright and spirited:
"World Venerate, this is the true great marvel of our Confucianism, from where did you...obtain it?"
Zhang Fusheng smiled without a word, a series of teachings, celestial flowers blooming in profusion, golden lotuses rising from the ground.
By the ti the grand scripture was fully recited.
Both the Old Master and Wei Lingzhu were already completely imrsed in the supre technique and marvel, unable to extricate themselves for a long ti!
After a long while.
Both opened their eyes.
Wei Lingzhu solemnly bowed:
"Thank you, Master, for bestowing upon the supre technique!"
And the Old Master, even showed courtesy, then addressed respectfully—"Teacher."
Even though the teachings of Confucianism have been distorted, so fundantal aspects still remain,
For followers of both the Ancient Saint Sect and the Celestial Principle Sect, the principles are the sa.
The teacher, great indeed!
Zhang Fusheng deeply looked at the Old Master, yet nodded, accepting the title of teacher.
He closed his eyes again, stepping into the Other Shore Flower Cluster, asking—[Are you still there?]
The Ancient Saint replied.
[Master, I have always been here.]
It seed as if nothing had changed, but the handwriting on the muddy ground was no longer skewed and slanted; it had beco upright and delicate.
It was as if the ancient sage, washed by the trials of the Yellow Springs River, found the pain lessened and could now write steadily.
He had grown stronger.
"Left foot on right foot..."
Zhang Fusheng murmured, continuing to inquire the ancient sage about the mystical techniques of Confucian cultivation.
Vast Technique, Path of Order for All Living Beings, Celestial Constitution Technique...
Zhang Fusheng committed to mory one divine magic after another from Confucianism, planning to teach them slowly and bit by bit to Wei Lingzhu.
In this way.
Every piece of guidance would make the future Saint Wei stronger, and the techniques fed back to him would beco even more refined.
Then, he would pass on even more refined techniques to Wei Lingzhu.
Endlessly, with ti...
Zhang Fusheng wrote.
[Perhaps, after so ti, with this cycle, you will truly beco strong enough to escape the entrapnt of the Nine Netherworld]
[Even, strong enough to truly sit upon the Supre Saint Celestial Position]
After a long silence.
The ancient sage responded.
[The one who teaches has never been myself, it’s always been you]
Zhang Fusheng was montarily stunned; first, he smiled, but as he continued to smile, he found he could no longer make a sound.
He had initially been puzzled, wondering if he bore the title of Taiqing, the na of Laozi, yet ultimately didn’t practice Confucian techniques,
how would he be able to teach Lingzhu to beco the Great Perfection Master?
Now, he had the answer.
Just as it is now.
With thoughts turning, Zhang Fusheng finally felt relieved—regardless of whether all this was orchestrated by soone, regardless of whether the inverted cause and effect was the handiwork of so mysterious figure.
Judging by the results, it was good for him.
Wei Lingzhu was his senior disciple.
The way of Confucianism: benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and filial piety.
A teacher is a great one.
When Lingzhu truly ascended to the Supre Saint Celestial Position in years to co, it would only be beneficial and not detrintal to him.
After all, he was his disciple.
Amidst the Other Shore Flower Cluster, a text of divine power techniques finally erged.
The ancient sage left a ssage.
[The Great Tide of Yellow Springs is coming, I will be silent for over ten days]
[After you disappear, a mysterious organization called the High Heaven Association will fragnt, and the enigmatic True Man will no longer appear, nor will there be news of the legendary Celestial Venerate]
[Therefore, do not join the High Heaven Association]
[Chongyang will also fall, be cautious, stay away]
[Shortly after you disappear, a Taoist Palace nad Eight Sceneries Palace will fall from the heavens, there lies a great opportunity, you must rember to go]
[I once obtained a Great Divine Technique within it, but alas, I have never been able to comprehend it]
Line by line, words appeared on the ground, as if Zhang Fusheng could see a divine spirit struggling in the Yellow Springs,
struggling while pondering solutions and ways out for His master.
He was a bit amused, as the ancient sage spoke of the disbanding of the High Heaven Association and the fall of Eight Sceneries Palace, both events fated not to occur.
Because those matters arose precisely due to his own disappearance.
Even to say, in the future that includes him, will Chongyang still fall?
Zhang Fusheng’s heart was slightly moved, becoming sowhat confused as to why the Eight Sceneries Palace would fall from the heavens after his disappearance.
Unable to fathom it.
He saw characters erge on the ground.
[I cannot comprehend that Great Divine Technique, but maybe you can try]
The scripture of the Great Divine Technique obtained by the ancient sage from the fallen Eight Sceneries Palace erged.
It was nad—
One Qi Becos Three Pristine Ones.
In future years, the girl in distress in the Yellow Springs River continued to write, to warn.
[Master, you are at the beginning of the era of great contention]
[Keep away from conflict, do not be the one who rides the crest of the wave, observe quietly behind the scenes, only then can you go further]
[Master]
[Will we et again?]
The words ended here, the Other Shore Flower Cluster suddenly began to tilt, as if truly in the Nine Netherworld, a fierce wind had arisen.
Was it the so-called Great Tide of Yellow Springs?
Zhang Fusheng did not change color due to the Great Divine Technique of [One Qi Becos Three Pristine Ones], nor did he hurry to comprehend it.
He rely watched silently at the last line—’Will we et again?’
After a long silence.
Zhang Fusheng crouched down, forcefully inscribing a word into the muddy ground.
[Yes]
He sighed softly.
"As long as I reach the point of transcending ti."
"As long as I can also touch the future."
Silently committing every Confucian Great Techniques and Marvelous Technique to mory, silently engraving [One Qi Becos Three Pristine Ones] into his mind,
at the mont he rembered it.
The inscription of the divine technique One Qi Becos Three Pristine Ones on the muddy ground began to blur, distort, and bit by bit disappear.
As if it had never existed.
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, recalling this Great Divine Technique, the golden text shimred in his mind, unforgettable.
He strode towards the Eight Sceneries Palace, arriving at the Gate of the Past, observing the Other Shore Flower Cluster from monts before.
In his vision, one character after another appeared on the ground, all written by the future Lingzhu.
But the Dharma Gate of [One Qi Becos Three Pristine Ones] did not appear.
It seed that after he committed it to mory,
that era had been erased.
Or perhaps...
"Ti and space can’t bear this Great Divine Technique."
Zhang Fusheng murmured, pondering the advice of his senior disciple.
"The era of great contention has co."
"Do not be the one who rides the crest of the wave, watch everything quietly behind the scenes."
He turned around and sat down on the ditation mat.
"So things indeed should be kept at a distance, should be left to the people below to handle."
Zhang Fusheng contemplated the technique of One Qi Becos Three Pristine Ones,
brilliant golden characters erged in his mind.
This Great Divine Technique, which the ancient sage claid could not be comprehended or understood,
but in Zhang Fusheng’s eyes, it appeared exceedingly simple and basic.
To observe this divine technique was like observing the equation ’1 1=2’.
In no ti, he had comprehended nine-tenths!
It was as if...
It was a technique crafted just for him!
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