Chapter 388: Chapter 281: Tao Te Ching (Part 2)

“Primordial Cloud!” A terrifying will gasped.

A wisp of the Primordial Cloud flowed beside Zhang Fusheng,

and with a single thought, he invoked the divine technique [Star Count].

Above the celestial vault, suddenly the stars twinkled, the Dao sound chanted by Zhang Fusheng cast towards the stars, borrowing the mystical truths of heaven and earth, this divine technique of Star Count exerted a hundredfold, thousandfold effect,

causing the stars to resonate with the mystical words!

Thus.

The stars then spread each word and phrase Zhang Fusheng was chanting, along with the starlight, across the entire mother star.

The forty-nine provinces, thousands of towns and heavens, all echoed with the Dao sound.

“Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as sacrificial straw dogs! The sage is not benevolent; he treats the people as sacrificial straw dogs!”

“Heaven is enduring and earth is long-lasting.”

“Heaven and earth can endure and be long because they do not live for themselves, thus they can live forever!”

In the Golden Province, in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The Golden Armor looked up, and Su Qiansuan’s expression changed, both listening to the sublime sound, they saw a wisp of purple aura rising in the sky,

Miss Ming Yue, who was in seclusion, opened her eyes, her expression vibrating:

“Tao Te Ching…”

She murmured, also gazing at the purple charm in the sky, lost for words.

Then she prostrated herself, listening to the Great Dao.

In Chongyang Heaven and Earth, Emperor Tang, who was sitting in the Yama Hall, stood up and walked to the majestic government’s main door,

he too chewed over the words ’Tao Te Ching’, gazing at the faint purple aura reflecting in the celestial vault.

“It’s the ancestor.”

Emperor Tang murmured, looking at the increasingly heavy purple aura in the sky, growing denser and denser.

Gradually surging like a river.

Or rather.

The purple aura surged like a tide over the celestial vaults of the forty-nine provinces and thousands of towns and heavens,

and then…

With another Dao sound, with the mystical sound of ’there is a thing, chaotic, born before heaven and earth’, ’circulating without weary, can be the mother of the world’,

that purple aura, that purple aura everywhere in heaven and earth, all rushed towards the same direction.

The Capital.

The Origin Point Research Institute.

The old dean walked to the window, watching the thousand-mile purple aura flowing in the sky, murmured:

“Three thousand-mile purple aura signifies the descent of a Saint.”

“And now, thousands of heavens, thousands of three thousand-mile purple auras, what is this then?”

No one could answer his question.

Everyone was deeply immersed in the mystical sound, all engrossed in the scene of countless heavens converging into a purple aura abyss.

“Is he a Saint?” Zhang Xiaoxi asked.

Yu Huafeng, standing beside, gently shook her head:

“How could a Saint possess such prowess?”

After these words.

In the screen’s image.

“Man follows earth, earth follows heaven, heaven follows the Dao, Dao follows nature.”

The purple aura spiraled above Zhang Fusheng’s head, forming a giant vortex,

he seemingly oblivious, fully immersed in the Dao and reason,

he wrote each ink character, chanted each mystical phrase,

he discovered that writing this Tao Te Ching encountered not a single hindrance!

Keep in mind, with those Buddhist Scriptures far less than the Tao Te Ching, he could at most barely write half,

but the Tao Te Ching?

Sublimely fluent in writing and chanting.

The purple aura vortex in the sky at this time descended, swirling madly around him, heaven and earth resonating as if celebrating.

Zhang Fusheng lifted his head, taking a glance.

He seemed to see the hazy [Celestial Position].

The Celestial Position belonging to [Laozi].

“The Dao births one, one births two, two births three, three births myriad things.”

“All things carry yin and embrace yang, blend their energies to achieve harmony.”

The purple aura flowing from all heavens began pouring into Zhang Fusheng and the rice paper,

even the Red Bull beneath him and Ruan Yutu leading it received some favor of the purple aura, their bodies began to radiate some unique grandeur of the Great Dao.

This is… merit?

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized.

So, this is merit.

He did not know the purpose of the purple aura as heavenly and earthly merit, only writing word by word, chanting word by word,

the cascading purple aura gathering more and more,

and various anomalies between heaven and earth grew ever more numerous.

A vast chaos, mists surging, with azure lotuses blooming in it, swaying radiantly.

A giant Yin Yang Diagram emerged, black and white holding each other’s tails, performing creation and destruction, and circulation.

An entire World Plateau, even the heavens and earth of the thousands of cities where the scripture flowed,

countless mountains and rivers, breathing with the scripture’s rhythm,

the mountains pulsing like a heartbeat, rivers breaking with the cadence of the text.

All things in heaven and earth, at this moment, became annotations and harmonies for this scripture.

The Divine Spirits listened entranced.

The Buddha Statue nurturing terrifying will, without knowing when, prostrated to that aged figure.

Kneeling, listening, tears flowed from the eyes of stone and metal Buddha, tears of joy at hearing the Great Dao, tears of ecstasy.

“Heaven’s Way diminishes excess to replenish deficiency.”

“But humanity’s way is not so; it diminishes deficiency to serve excess.”

When Zhang Fusheng uttered this mystical phrase, which he always revered as truth and tried to practice.

His form suddenly became blurred.

Zhang Fusheng noticed something was amiss. Before him, the array of anomalies still unfolded: the mountains and rivers vibrated, part of the World Plateau,

yet at the same time, he saw another scene.

At an ancient pass, on the vast earth, countless generals listened,

a multitude of beasts and birds all worshipped,

and in the sky, amidst the clouds, the figures of Immortals and Buddhas loomed faintly, they were also listening.

This is… the Spring and Autumn Period.

Zhang Fusheng stood both on the World Plateau and in the ancient Spring and Autumn Period.

He was writing the Tao Te Ching on the World Plateau and also countless years ago.

He existed both in ages past.

And in the ages that followed.

Thus.

The last sentence of Chapter Eighty-One of this scripture was written and spoken aloud.

“The Heavenly Path benefits and does not harm;”

“The Way of the Saint acts without striving.”

With this, the discourse on the Tao ceased.

The two overlapping blurred sceneries before him melded into one,

he returned from ages past to ages that followed.

At this moment, all was silent.

Raising his gaze, he looked in all directions. The mountains and rivers no longer vibrated, the array of anomalies began to slowly dissipate,

and the pervasive violet aura also settled completely.

Four-and-a-half parts settled into his body, four-and-a-half parts lingered in the rice paper,

leaving one part, mostly absorbed by the brush, with the remaining scattered portions shared by the Red Bull and Ruan Yutu.

The world suddenly cleared.

The mist enveloping the World Plateau imperceptibly settled upon the earth,

as if the mist, too, was bowing to listen.

Zhang Fusheng reached out, utilizing the eighty-one sheets of rice paper that fell from the void, connected by violet aura, binding them into a Tao Scripture,

he picked up the brush, now heavy as ten thousand tonnes,

and inscribed the last two words on the cover.

[Tao Te].

The Tao Scripture quivered, emitting a violet light, illuminating all directions.

The old man held the book, wielded the brush, and with the assistance of remnants of blessings from Heaven and Earth, still able to stir the Stars with the [“Star Count”] Divine Technique,

dictated to thousands of cities on the mother planet, ending with a final phrase.

“I present to the populace the Five Thousand Words of the Tao.”

“It is now complete.”

As the great sound fell, the Stars of the Celestial Sphere that had flared also dimmed once more,

the birds, fish, and beasts in the cities and lands awakened from the truth,

and the mist that settled on the World Plateau earth diffused and spread in all directions.

Yet amidst Heaven and Earth, all remained silent.

“Awaken, awaken.”

The old man gently stroked the Red Bull’s head; the ox awoke with a start, and the young girl leading it opened her eyes,

she led the ox, which carried the old man, step by step forward.

All the way to the Buddhist Temple.

Meanwhile, many Deities were suddenly alerted, realizing they were no longer bound by that terrifying will,

and the Light and Shadow Giant was likewise freed from stasis,

as they cast their eyes, they found the Buddha Statue had somehow prostrated.

“Yellow Eyebrow.”

The old man on the ox’s back spoke softly.

The Buddha Statue shuddered,

the terrifying will within it opened its mouth with a hint of bitterness:

“The little one is here.”

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the Buddha Statue, speaking calmly:

“You returned a bit too early.”

The Buddha Statue remained silent, silent.

It could sense that the old man before it seemed ordinary, not even possessing the aura of a Venerate — but so what?

The Buddha Statue bowed again:

“The little one understands.”

Then, the terrifying will that occupied the weasel’s body slowly withdrew, sincerely and obediently flowing to the Celestial Vault, into the ancient starry sky

It sealed itself among the Stars.

“Mercy, mercy,” the old man sighed softly, riding the ox further away.

Step by step, on and on.

The Divine Spirits spoke not a word; the Light and Shadow Giant silently gazed.

After leaving.

The old man on the ox suddenly turned back, reached out and caught.

The earth trembled, the stele of the Buddhist Temple he uprooted and tucked into his sleeve.

Then he rode the ox and continued forward.

Until he completely vanished into the deep mist.

The gods looked at each other in dismay.

A long while, a long while.

A Divine Spirit asked:

“Who… is he?”

The earth shook, a sudden gale arose, and the mountains, rivers, and vegetation resonated with the wind, a sound like human voices, a spontaneous answer echoed.

“Laozi.”

Thus spoke Heaven and Earth.

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