Chapter 21: Unspoken, Transforming All Laws (Part 1)

  "Is this where the Taoist temple is?"

  Ning Feng curiously gazed into the distance.

  Shen Zhaoxuan was very understanding of the new junior's emotions and stood smiling beside him, without urging him.

  About 100 meters ahead is Jiangdao Rock.

  The lecturing rock is like a strange peak, protruding from the body of Tianyun Peak for hundreds of feet in circumference. Even if dozens of people gather on it, it does not appear crowded.

  The sunny side of Tianyun Peak has always had a gathering of clouds, and the protruding Jiǎngdào Rock is like an island reef floating in the sea of clouds, drifting as if it wants to break through the air and fly away.

  "Kyoto's Lecturing Rock is actually like this."

  Ning Feng took in the scene before his eyes and murmured to himself.

  In his imagination, the holy land has magnificent buildings and a rich heritage. There may be monuments with statues standing on top of them, inscribed with phrases like "At some time, some ancestor preached here".

  After seeing the true face of Jiang Dao Yan, Ning Feng didn't feel disappointed at all.

  Jiangdao Rock is indeed a rock, in the very center of which there is a dark purple stone slab lying horizontally. The stone slab has a depression in the middle, like an impression left by someone sitting for many years.

  In front of this dark purple lectern, seven light yellow mats were arranged in a row. Four people were already seated on them, the last two being Liu Yichan and Mu Xiaoshu.

  Ning Feng saw the named disciples and affiliated brothers standing outside, each one respectfully standing with their hands tied, holding their breath, without even a whisper of conversation.

  If it weren't for their faces showing thick anticipation, Ning Feng would have thought they were all just wooden or clay figurines.

  "It turns out that only our direct disciples have a place."

  Ning Feng glanced at the four people on the couch, the three empty positions, then looked at those standing and waiting to listen to the Tao, and suddenly the gaze of the couch was different.

  It is an ordinary futon mat, but on the lectern rock, it has been imbued with a kind of dignity and sacredness.

  "Junior brother, look up there."

  Shen Zhaoxuan quietly waited for Ning Feng to finish looking around, then pointed a finger upwards at the rock face.

  "This is..."

  The wind followed his gaze, and he couldn't help but open his mouth in shock at the scene before him.

  On the top of the lectern, in the vast sea of clouds, there are countless dark purple rocks floating up and down, rising and falling, like the sun rising and the moon falling, stars hiding and appearing.

  "These stone pedestals, each one had a master of our Tianyun Sect sitting on it, expounding the great Tao."

  Shen Zhaoxuan's voice was filled with a tone of reverence, his eyes following the ups and downs of the lecture stones as he spoke in a voice full of emotion: "The ancestors lectured on it, and the lecture stones naturally became imbued with the Taoist rhyme, giving them their own spirituality."

  When the ancestors or flying ascended, or the immortals left, later generations would stimulate the spiritual nature of the lecturing stone, making it fly in the sky and dance in the void, above the nine heavens, to observe the younger generations' lectures.

  "In commemoration and in remembrance."

  The wind whispers in his ear, but he doesn't turn back, just like Shen Zhaoyuan, his eyes fixed on the stone slabs of the lecture hall, and from them, he can faintly sense different flavors.

  "Is this really the Tao rhyme?"

  Ning Feng didn't know the answer, but he knew that making a stone fly up and never fall for years on end wasn't an easy thing to do.

  On the lectern rock, you can see the stars scattered all over the lectern stone floating in the sea of clouds. It can only be said that the Taoist rhyme has been deeply dyed, and even the stubborn stone nods its head.

  "I long for the great abilities of my predecessors, and yearn to ascend to the Lecturing Rock to expound the Great Way. After departing from this world, I hope that the Lecturing Stone will stand eternally, allowing later generations to cherish its memory."

  Shen Zhaoxuan sighed, Ning Feng nodded, they exchanged a glance, and both saw the same longing in each other's eyes, then smiled at each other.

  "Let's go."

  Shen Zhaoxuan took a step forward and walked towards the lecturing rock.

  The wind followed closely behind, and in a few breaths, stepped on it.

  The vast sea of clouds seems to know that this is the sacred place of Tianyun, and when the cloud and mist reach the edge, they will roll back, and when they reach halfway, they will disperse, so that the faint smoke and cloud gas rises like a steamer, isolating the lecture platform into two separate heavens.

  One step before, still in the human world.

  One step further and you will reach the heavenly palace.

  There are no magnificent palaces on the lecturing rock, but rather ancient and weathered rocks with a rich flavor.

  Ning Feng walked step by step, passing through a group of registered disciples and attached younger brothers, to the front of seven meditation mats.

  Shen Zhaoxuan walked towards the third cushion, Ning Feng went to the seventh cushion and sat down.

  Next to it is a small wooden tree.

  Mù xiǎo shù zài pú tuán shàng niǔ a niǔ de, kàn shén qíng hěn shì jǐn zhāng, hún shēn dōu jué dé bù duì jī.

  English Translation:

  The little wooden tree on the couch was twisting and turning, looking very tense, feeling that something was not right with its whole body.

  Seeing Ning Feng sit down, he let out a sigh of relief, as if having someone accompany him made him feel less tense.

  Ning Feng nodded at him, passing by Mu Xiaoshu, and saw Liu Yichen also with a small face, his body straightened up, not daring to glance sideways, couldn't help but smile.

  "Hmm, where's Big Brother?"

  Ning Feng thought of the situation on the seven futons, and after he and Shen Zhaoxuan arrived, the only empty one was the position of the eldest senior brother.

  He was curious about this Tianyun Dashi who he had never met before. He thought that this time, he would finally get to see him, but it seemed unlikely now.

  At this time, people have not yet arrived, and it is unlikely that there will be any more appearances.

  Ning Feng was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of clouds rolling and unfolding outside the cave, as if the sea of clouds was being stirred up, like a boiling cauldron.

  He turned his head and saw that outside the lecture platform, a number of figures appeared vaguely.

  "They were the masters of the various peaks, as well as a personally taught disciple."

  Ning Feng swept a glance over them and identified eight groups of people, each occupying one side.

  Among them, Shen Bu Yi's successor was Chen Xi Wei.

  As Ning Feng looked back, Shen Bu Yi was casually waving his hand, pulling over the clouds and rubbing them into a ball, condensing them into a cloud bed to sit on. Chen Xi stood respectfully behind him.

  She was dressed as usual, but Ning Feng's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a golden ring on Chen Xi's wrist that wasn't there before, shining with an indescribable vitality.

  "It seems that Chen Xiwei is still quite favored by the Goddess of the Temple, not only bringing her to attend the Master's lecture, but also bestowing a treasure upon her?"

  Ning Feng looked and looked, and the two of them were already staring at each other.

  Chen Ximiao glared over with a look of annoyance.

  "Hmm..."

  Ning Feng was baffled, "What did I do to offend her again?"

  It's hard to guess what's on a daughter-in-law's mind; Ning Feng shrugged and looked away.

  At this glance, he saw something strange about it.

  Each of them showed off their skills, and the various mountain masters took their positions as if they were Shennong himself. Among them, two brought their personally taught disciples who had noses and faces swollen like eggplants.

  "What's going on with these two?"

  Ning Feng wanted to take another look, but the two masters of the newly promoted disciples, the leaders of the two sects, immediately noticed his gaze drifting over.

  Heaven knows what happened, anyway both of them had gloomy faces, one look and you can tell they're not in a good mood.

  "Never mind."

  Chen Xiwei glared at him and that was enough; Ning Feng didn't want the two mountain masters to do the same, so he quickly withdrew his gaze.

  He raised his head, and in the instant he came back to himself, the dark purple lectern was still empty, but just as his gaze was about to shift away, a blurry figure appeared on the lectern - it was Tianyunzi.

  Tianyunzi was not wearing his usual yellow robe, but a white robe with golden threads, the symbol of the Temple of the Sun God.

  "Is this Golden Brocade?"

  Ning Feng opened his eyes wide and clearly saw that Tian Yunzi's body was surrounded by a faint white light, which made him look like he was being hugged by the light, and it was dazzling.

  "Disciple, greetings to the venerable master!"

  The six true inheritors of the Tianyun Sect present all stood up respectfully and paid their respects with a big bow.

  Tianyunzi's expression today is vastly different from usual, his entire being exuding an air of detachment, isolation and remoteness, as if he had just emerged from a distant past.

  He nodded slightly and tapped his finger on the jade gong beside him.

  "Dong~"

  A long and resonant sound, the whole field bowed their heads, even the mountain masters sitting on the high clouds also bowed their heads in respect.

  The sermon has begun.

  Ning Feng sat upright with a serious expression, his full attention focused on Tian Yunzi's lips, waiting for his own master to speak.

  One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

  Three breaths passed, Ning Feng's eyes were wide with anxiety, but Tian Yunzi's lips were pursed even tighter, without any intention of speaking.

  Just as Ning Feng was about to blink, Tian Yunzi moved.

  It is not the mouth that moves, but the hands.

  Tianyunzi didn't say a word, one hand slowly raised, pointing at everyone in the distance.

  "What is this?"

  Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and in an instant, his whole body shook violently, and his expression changed greatly.

  In his perception, with a wave of his hand, the one sitting high on the lectern was no longer Tianyunzi, but a great sun in the sky.

  Great daylight shines, covering everything.

  In Ning Feng's eyes, Tian Yunzi was nowhere to be seen, only a huge hand condensed from the light of the Great Sun God slowly pushed out from the sun.

  "Hoo hoo hoo~~Hoo hoo hoo~~~"

  Although there was no sound at all, and the lectern on the rock was even windless, in Ning Feng's mind, a howling sound suddenly appeared.

  Before his eyes, the entire world became dim and dull, as if all light and warmth had been taken away by the human figure on the lectern, like floating in an endless night sky.

  Winking craftsmanship, scorching, filled with all the solar divine light, the wind blows swiftly.

  The sun god's wind and body, calm the wind all over the body, in addition to feeling endless light and heat, can also vaguely feel that there are countless beams of light composed of even finer things in the divine wind, piercing every inch of the body.

  In a daze, Ning Feng felt that the stars in the sky were all falling, and his senses were completely disordered, like a boat drifting with the wind, unable to control himself at all.

  This feeling lasted for just a brief moment, and the whole world was like shedding its night cloak, returning to its original appearance.

  "Wow!"

  Ning Feng let out a breath and looked over in shock.

  On the lectern, Tianyunzi's face was indifferent, slowly withdrawing his palm, as if nothing had happened.

  Looking at the master sitting high on the podium, Ning Feng seemed to have gained some insight, closed his eyes, and kept recalling, firmly engraving the feeling of that moment in his memory.

  "So that's how it is! I get it now!"

  In Ning Feng's mind, a loud voice like a huge bronze bell was ringing out:

  "The Master didn't utter a word, yet the great Dharma was spread far and wide. Clearly, he wanted us to personally experience all the various Dharmas of the Sun God Temple in this way, so that we can choose one to focus on later."

  "No wonder this lecture is being held when we three have just started, no wonder Master Zhūfēng will bring his new disciples here."

  "Nothing is more sincere than this."

  Ning Feng confirmed that he would remember the feeling firmly and would not forget it later, then opened his eyes again.

  "Wasn't that just a Sun Wind? I wonder which great technique from the Temple of Gods it was?"

  On the lectern stone, Tianyunzi still sat cross-legged, his arms slowly opening.

  Ning Feng's body suddenly tensed up, staring intently at Tian Yunzi's movements, not daring to miss a single moment.

  "What will it be this time?"