Chapter 65: Beheading the Corpse

  Zhuang Xiong originally had the cultivation of the late period of Zhensheng, and the two corpses of good and evil were already rationalized. After hearing Hong Jun's lecture on the method of three corpses, he felt that the two corpses of good and evil were already complete in less than a thousand years. He was about to cut off the two corpses of good and evil on the spot, but after thinking about it, he gave up. After all, the Dao had not been fully explained, and he didn't know if there would be any supplements later. If he left with regrets, it wouldn't be beautiful. Moreover, it would disturb others, and Hong Jun might not like it. In that case, he might not give himself a good treasure or take a bad name, which would be a great loss.

  However, the two corpses of good and evil could be beheaded but not beheaded. The miscellaneous thoughts suddenly surged and entangled Zhuang Xiong at all times. Even listening to the Tao was unable to fully enter his heart. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but frown, and if he didn't behead them, he wouldn't be able to calm down and listen to the Tao. If he beheaded them, he would be afraid that the Tao had not been heard completely, and there would be future troubles. For a while, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.

  After a moment's thought, Zhuang Xiong suddenly realized that if his congenital spiritual treasure could be nurtured in his body, why couldn't the three corpses? Temporarily separating the good and evil corpses, but still having a thread of connection, without cutting them off, wouldn't that solve the problem?

  As soon as he thought of it, Zhuang Xiong gathered the two thoughts of good and evil on Yu Hua and Lu Hua. After some thought, he transformed the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, Qian Kun Fan, into a benevolent corpse, and another top-grade innate spiritual treasure, Qian Kun Sword, into an evil corpse. Suddenly, the celebratory clouds surged, countless spiritual energies rushed towards the two flowers, and a wave of energy fluctuations that made one's heart palpitate arrived, containing a hint of almost imperceptible spirituality. Constant growth, expansion.

  Before long, when the spiritual energy dissipated, two figures appeared on the three flowers. The one on the jade flower was exactly like Zhuang Zhou's appearance in his past life. He held a fan and lay lazily on the jade flower, seemingly indifferent to everything. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he hadn't woken up yet. Seeing Zhuang Zhou sink into the scene, the lazy corpse said: "Ah, so it's my true self. From now on, I'll be called Zhuang Zhou. Don't bother me if there's nothing going on, it's annoying. If something happens, don't bother me even more, it's even more annoying. Whether something is happening or not, let me sleep first. When you find a fun place to go or good food, just wake me up."

  Zhuangzi's eyes widened in an instant, and he shouted: "Do you still think you're a good corpse? And why do you call me Zhuang Zhou? I can assure you that I am absolutely not Zhuang Zhou. The gap in our thinking is too big!"

  "Good corpse, what's that supposed to mean? Isn't it just a bunch of rotten people as the main body, with a pile of miscellaneous thoughts? What do you think it would be like? As for the name, why can't I call myself Zhuang Zhou? I was born earlier than him, my divine powers are greater than his, so I'll take his name, dare he bite me? When the time comes, I'll just tell him to change his name, what's the big deal? Calling my own name, I don't care if he dies!"

  Zhuang Xiong's face turned even darker, and he shouted: "Do you have any semblance of kindness? You've disgraced the very word 'kindness'! Where is your kindness, anyway?"

  At this time, the evil corpse standing on the green flower said: "Don't mind him, he is indeed a good corpse, saying so with his mouth, but actually being soft-hearted, a typical hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person. He has a thief's heart but not a thief's courage, he would rather do nothing than do something that goes against his conscience."

  "Good corpse doesn't bother to say: 'I think carefully, my thoughts are strong, I can plan and decide well, not like you who only has one idea in your head.'"

  "The evil corpse shouted: 'You can scheme if you want, but what's the point of being kind? You're the most indecisive one. A rotten good person.'"

  Zhuang Xiong immediately understood the key point and shouted at Chung Shan: "You shut up first."

  The good corpse indeed opened and closed its mouth for half a day, but didn't say anything. It simply slanted its body, closed its eyes, and went to rest.

  Zhuang Xiong turned around to take a look, and saw that the evil corpse on the green flower was actually a three-eyed, six-eared giant bear, holding the Qian Kun sword, with a fierce aura all over its body, and its eyes revealing cruelty. He couldn't help but feel surprised, and asked: "Where did this fierce aura of yours come from?"

  The evil corpse revealed a smiling face, but unfortunately, the ferocious and sinister eyes and the white teeth in the bloody mouth only made him look even more terrifying. The evil corpse, however, showed no self-awareness and said: "This body of mine has gathered the essence of 3,000 demonic gods' blood and vital energy, which was actually always within your body. Sometimes it would even affect your mind, but it's just a part of your bodily composition that you haven't noticed yet. This time, however, it has gathered here in me."

  Zhuang Xiong nodded, thinking to himself: "Only now can I truly be considered a spirit of the earth, previously there were indeed too many impurities." Seeing the evil corpse still smiling wickedly, Zhuang Xiong felt somewhat uncomfortable and couldn't help but ask: "What should I call you? You seem to have an ugly face but a kind heart, could it be that you're actually a benevolent corpse? I'm not someone who judges people by their appearance."

  The evil corpse smiled and said, "I'm not a kind-hearted person, but since you're the main body, I should at least greet you. Generally, I don't talk much, and when there's something to be done, I just take action directly." Zhuang Xiong was sweating profusely, and the evil corpse thought for a moment before saying, "As for my name, I haven't thought of one yet. Let's just call me Sun Wukong for now." The evil corpse looked at the Ruyi Jingu Bang with longing in its eyes and said, "I feel like picking up that staff and swinging it around would be so satisfying. Smashing everything that gets in my way into powder, blood flowing everywhere, brains splattering... what a magnificent scene!"

  Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but shudder, and his face turned black with rage. "Why don't you just die? You're a big bear, why are you acting like a monkey? Why aren't you called Bai Qi or Xiang Yu? Why aren't you called Diabolical Bar? What's with the name Sun Wukong? From now on, you'll be known as Dumb Bear Daoist. I'm about to get a new name anyway, so I'll just pass this one on to you. Do whatever you want from now on, just don't tarnish my reputation."

  Zhuang Xiong let out a loud roar, and quickly retreated from the Purple Mansion. He couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat in secret, feeling that these two guys were quite unreliable. However, weren't the Two Corpses of Good and Evil a part of himself? Was he really this unreliable? It must be because he had been influenced by the evil aura and foolishness of the Three Thousand Demons, which was why he was so unreliable.

  Zhuang Xiong instantly found a reason for himself and secretly decided that from now on, unless absolutely necessary, he would never let these two guys out of his sight. The good corpse was fine, at most it would just lose some face, probably too lazy to even move, couldn't be driven away even if wanted to. But if the evil corpse were to go out, who knows what kind of trouble it would bring upon himself? Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but recall the evil corpse's gaze and words when looking at the Qian Kun stick earlier, and he shivered with fear, hastily focusing his mind on listening again, no longer daring to think about it.

  However, Zhuang Xiong didn't want to disturb others and thought of a way to nurture it within his body, but he hadn't considered whether others could hold their breath and not cut the corpse. Zhuang Xiong had only cut the corpse for five hundred years, but Laozi was the first to simultaneously cut out two corpses at the same time. At the same time, Yuanshi and Tongtian also separately cut out a good corpse each. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but feel secretly depressed in his heart, thinking that if he had known earlier, he would have just cut it quickly and been done with it, but instead he was so considerate of others. However, since they hadn't cut it earlier, they might as well leave it until the end.

  Another three hundred years passed, and Yuanshuai beheaded the evil corpses, while Jieyin also beheaded the good corpses at this time. Another two hundred years passed, which was five hundred years later, Tongtian also beheaded the evil corpses, and the group of quasi-saints in the middle period of cultivation in the Purple Palace began to behead the good corpses one after another. As for those who were at the peak of the early stage of quasi-sainthood, they were so anxious that their faces turned red and their ears were hot, but there was no progress at all. And like a burning lamp, with few spiritual treasures, and cultivation that had only just reached the quasi-saint realm, it was also fruitless, and could only secretly remember the method of cultivation to wait for future success.

  That Zhuanti Ben was nothing more than the peak of the early stages of Quansheng, who would have thought that after being suffocated for over 2,700 years with a red face and ears, it would be a loud roar that would cut out the evil corpse first. The evil corpse had a ferocious appearance, its eyes were cold and sinister, looking at Zhuang Xiong made him feel somewhat uncomfortable in his heart, but thinking that no matter how despicable he was, he wouldn't be able to come to the East anyway, so he let it go.

  Zhuang Xiong beheaded the corpse earliest, and was always disturbed, so this time was calculated clearly. Through this, one can roughly see the high and low of everyone's cultivation and heart nature. However, Zhuang Xiong calculated it clearly, but at this moment, which is only 2,700 years, he did not expect that after Zhun Ti beheaded the good corpse, Hong Jun would stop lecturing. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but look at Hong Jun with a hint of surprise. In his heart, he secretly guessed whether it was a coincidence or if Hong Jun had another purpose. Why did it end exactly at this time? Less than 3,000 years and coincidentally just after Zhun Ti finished beheading the corpse, this timing is very mysterious.

  Hongjun seemed to be completely unaware of Zhuang Xiong's gaze, and said: "I am the substitute for Heaven to teach, I should lecture on the Tao three times, each time for 3,000 years. Now it is time to end. Soon I will merge with the Tao with my body, from then on I will be the Heavenly Tao. Unless it is a major event of the Heavenly Tao, the Purple Mist Palace will not open, and I will not appear either. Do you still have any questions? Hurry up and ask now."

  Di Jun's eyes rolled, and he first knelt down to cry and plead: "Teacher taught us for 9,000 years, laid the foundation for our great Luo Jinxian, and supported us all the way to enter the holy cultivation path. Please accept us as your disciples, with full master-disciple rituals, so that we can have a reason to fulfill our filial piety, burning incense and kowtowing at home every day."

  Zhuang Xiong secretly suspected that the witch tribe had come once since the second lecture, but never came to listen again. At this time, there were only his demon tribes in the Zi Xiao Palace, and the struggle between witches and demons was inevitable. Emperor Jun's move was undoubtedly aimed at pulling political capital, hoping to make it more legitimate.

  Hongjun didn't even glance at Emperor Jun, and said: "My body is combined with the Tao, but I need a few disciples to help me teach and maintain the Heavenly Way. The Three Purities have Pangu's remaining aura, bearing great virtues, Nüwa's thoughts are pure, she is an ideal candidate for a disciple, and has a master-disciple relationship with me, are you willing to be my disciple?"

  The three purities and Nüwa hastily bowed down to the ground and said: "Disciple is willing, has seen the teacher."

  Di Jun couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed, as this matter was brought up by him, yet it ended up being used to benefit others. However, given Hong Jun's status, Di Jun naturally didn't dare to overstep his bounds and could only temporarily swallow his pride.

  Hongjun saw that the three Qing ladies, Nüwa, had finished their greetings. He nodded slightly and said: "Since you are helping me maintain the Heavenly Way, you should have a title. Laozi, from now on you will be known as Taicheng Daode Tianzun; Yuanshi, you will be known as Yuchen Yuan Shi Tianzun; Tongtian, you will be known as Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun; Nüwa, you will be known as Nu Huang Shengmu Tianzun."

  The Three Pure Ones' Nüwa hastily agreed, but Zhuang Xiong was not to be outdone, and with a big smile on his face said: "Daozu teacher, what about me? I, Zhuang Xiong, also have great merits, no less than the Three Pures. Moreover, I'm clever and obedient, an ideal disciple! It's destined that I should follow you, how can you not accept me? Besides, teacher, you promised to give me a Daoist name."

  Everyone was sweating profusely, and you, Zhuang Xiong, are also considered obedient? Niú Wā couldn't help but secretly pinch Zhuang Xiong. However, Zhuang Xiong didn't mind at all and continued to look forward to Hong Jun.

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