Cadence Chang and the Starlight Conclave Chapter 3

Thousands of years later, Hongjun finished his sermon and left.

Everyone was immediately disappointed, especially the six people on the futon. They really wanted to communicate with the saint in private and have some friendship, but the saint was too aloof and cold. He ran away after the lecture. They didn't even have a chance to thank him!

Many of the three thousand people saw Hongjun leaving quickly and left one after another. They wanted to seize the time and go back to fully understand what they had learned from listening to the sermons for thousands of years. Now there were still hundreds of people lingering in the same place.

At this time, Harper Huang, who had packed up Hongjun's tea futon and other things, stood with his hands in his sleeves. Shi Shiran said: "Fellow Taoists, Harper Huang has something to disturb you."

Among the remaining people, many found that there was only one saint left, Ma Zai, who seemed to be taking advantage of the opportunity to ask for a bribe, so they slipped away quietly before Harper Huang finished speaking.

So in the end, there were only a few dozen people left, including those who had fought for the futons. Those who came earlier all said a word or two to Harper Huang. Later, when the number of people increased, Harper Huang continued to work. .

Especially Sanqing, when he saw that Harper Huang had written a couplet, which matched the number of people who came later, they felt that he was not an ordinary person, so they stayed to listen to him continue.

Harper Huang didn't care about the people leaving. He said: "You have been listening to Taoism for thousands of years, and you must have a lot of experience. Harper Huang wants to compile an internal reference material for Zixiao Palace. I would like to invite everyone to write down your experience. I After sorting it out, it will be reproduced and distributed to fellow Taoists."

When everyone hears it, isn't this just a discussion of Taoism? It's just a different form, and the content of the discussion is recorded so that others can see it, so there's nothing strange about it.

Wait, someone else?

Everyone present had their own thoughts and agreed to Harper Huang, but asked him how to give it to him after writing it. Harper Huang said that everyone should try their best to reach the gate of Zixiao Palace. It was a long way and he had to serve the saint on weekdays, so he couldn't pick up the manuscript himself.

Use magic power or a magic weapon to remotely move the manuscript thirty-three days away? ! Many people are secretly complaining, why should they agree? Now they will be embarrassed and break their promise!

"Thank you fellow Taoists, see you in a thousand years." Harper Huang said as he sent everyone to the gate.

Everyone was overjoyed. Sure enough, there were some tangible benefits to staying. No, Harper Huang revealed the time of his second sermon. Knowing when the second sermon was to be held, they had a good idea and knew they were ready.

It's a pity that the seats are fixed, so I can't grab them again.

Harper Huang watched everyone leave, but saw that Jie Yin and Zhunti had not left.

"Two fellow Taoists, Zixiao Palace is closing, why don't you leave?" Harper Huang asked.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other and said, "Haha, no, no, no, we'll finish writing the manuscript here before we leave!"

The west is too far away, and they are going back. It is more difficult to send manuscripts than the monks here. The two brothers discussed it and decided to eat and sleep in the open air, finish writing outside Zixiao Palace, and leave the manuscript before leaving!

This was a stupid method, and it couldn't be said to be illegal, because Harper Huang had indeed not restricted this, so he had no choice but to nod silently and let them do whatever they wanted.

However, those who left also started a discussion. Yuanshi Tianzun said: "I think those two Westerners are quite shameless, and they actually stayed outside the Zixiao Palace like that. Brother, I am the second best at writing my feelings. We have to think carefully about how to deal with them." Submit the manuscript quickly, don't lose it to others!"

Leader Tongtian disagreed, "Second brother, I think you should write down your experience well. If fellow Taoist Huangzhu wants to create such internal reference materials, it must be for the saints. The saints will naturally appreciate whoever writes well!"

Taishang Laojun nodded, "What you two said is right. This is a double test. We must grasp it with both hands and be strong with both hands. We must not only write good experiences, but also deliver the manuscript quickly and steadily, so as not to fall behind others." Then, let’s go back and study.”

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Three months later, Huang Zhulu received manuscripts from several great masters one after another. He took out a red thread he refined and asked Harrison and Yaochi to tie it to the doorpost outside.

Harrison asked him: "Brother, what is the use of this?"

Harper Huang replied: "This is... ah no, the deadline is the same as the deadline for the manuscript. If the manuscript is not accepted, I have to start editing. I can't wait for those who have not yet submitted the manuscript. The line is easy for people to know."

The thread was tied outside Zixiao Palace, flashed with light, and disappeared.

For a long time, this line has existed as a deadline mark for the Zixiao Palace internal reference production team. Every time the deadline passed, late manuscripts came flying in, and they were bumped outside the line and sent back with a message. Inform the submitter that the time limit has expired.

This was the first time that Harper Huang had not warned him in advance, but no matter how many people who submitted it too late shouted why they didn't tell them earlier that there was a deadline, they would ignore it. This was also an opportunity.

Harper Huang proofread the manuscripts, formatted them, compiled them into a volume, and sent them to Hongjun.

Hongjun turned over the pages, nodded and said, "Sanqing can come under my door."

That's right, Hongjun had an important purpose in giving a sermon, which was to recruit a few disciples and pass on his own Taoism. But he didn't say it in his sermon, so we need to investigate.

Harper Huang hurriedly said: "I also think that the Tao of these three senior brothers is very similar to that of the master. They are all authentic Xuanmen. Senior sister Nuwa is also good and has compassion and compassion. But the two Westerners seem to be a bit... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Hongjun naturally understood what he meant, and his face darkened, "Although Jie Yin and Zhunti will have great fortunes in the future, they are indeed not from our Xuanmen. Don't be surprised, they are from the West after all."

As for the rest that Hongjun didn't mention, naturally he doesn't like them.

Harper Huang was not stupid enough to ask him to tell him one by one, so he just treated it as the end: "Yeah, then please give me your approval."

Harper Huang said and transformed into his original body.

Hongjun took a yellow bamboo pen and wrote comments behind everyone's thoughts, some praising, but also praising.

After finishing writing, Harper Huang changed back to his human body and took back the book. After browsing through Hongjun's comments, he moved his hands and changed the format. Sanqing's articles were ranked first, followed by Nuwa, Yingyin and Zhunti. After that, there are Devin Di, Tai Yi and the like. Chi Guo Guo Guo Guo ranked well, exposing everyone's level.

As soon as I touched the cover of the book, the words "Collection of Students' Experiences from Zixiao Palace's First Lecture" appeared, with a few small words next to it: "Editors: Hongjun, Harper Huang".

The two characters "Hongjun" are shining with golden light, making it difficult to see clearly, but they can still tell that they are the names of saints. This is Harper Huang's way of avoiding taboos.

Hongjun had no objection to Harper Huang's behavior. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "You..."

Harper Huang put away the book with a calm expression. As a secretary, you just have to figure out your intentions.

He made another three thousand copies of the book, keeping the gleaming first copy for himself, and using the magic weapon obtained from Hongjun, he distributed three thousand copies each to those who listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace.

Those who didn't stay and didn't know that there was such an internal information solicitation and could get comments from the sage, were all upset. Not to mention that this exposed the sage's preferences, this was a great opportunity to show his face! The articles that were published, especially the top ones, were discussed and made quite a splash.

This popularity was not limited to the three thousand people who listened to the sermon. Many people circulated the book to their relatives and friends, and the comments and rankings in it were spread throughout the world. This internal reference has become a reading that is praised by everyone, and everyone wants to get a copy. However, no one dares to steal the Zixiao Palace edition. They can only use the magic weapon to find someone who can exchange it, but there are too few people who are willing to exchange it. Later, as time passed, Sanqing and other contributors became saints, and the book became a legendary collection.

Those who knew that the second sermon took place a thousand years later began to wonder whether there would be such a booklet next time, and honed their writing and calligraphy, hoping to gain the saint's appreciation in other ways--- ---After all, everyone said that Nuwa was ranked fourth because she stirred up emotions in her mind, and her ranking seemed to be watery.

The crowd was a little despised. Oh, Nuwa, you said it nicely. When you are robbing the magic weapon, who cares about your feelings or not? After all, everyone agrees that prehistoric times are a place where strength is valued.

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Time has passed since ancient times, and after a thousand years, the second Zixiao Palace sermon is about to come.

The first time he preached, Hongjun notified everyone in Honghuang. The second time, only the three thousand people came last time. Hongjun did not intend to disturb the people, but Harper Huang prepared the sermon in the name of the secretariat. Posted for everyone.

Because not everyone stayed at that time and heard Harper Huang reveal the time of the second sermon, a considerable number of people missed this post. They were either in retreat, or not in the cave, and some even missed it. It has been braided for thousands of years.

Harper Huang registered them one by one, and if he was late, he could still come in.

This time, everyone was familiar with the journey, but they still set off as soon as they received the post, arriving a year early. This is of course because they want to come in advance to exchange writing experiences. After all, after the last incident, everyone hopes that they can also shine in the second internal reference data production and show their faces in front of the saints.

After the first foundation, everyone consciously figured out the saint's preferences. Those who were smarter would simply give up their original way, learn the Three Purities, and even make friends with them.

The production unit of the internal reference book was written by Zixiao Palace Secretariat, and the editor wrote the names of Hongjun and Harper Huang. No one could harass Hongjun at will. Of course, everyone had Harper Huang's idea and went to get close to him.

Everyone felt a little embarrassed when they saw Harper Huang standing there with his hands in his sleeves, wearing a green Taoist robe and a serious look on his face.

Nuwa was the first to go up. She swung her snake tail to Harper Huang's side and took out a book from her arms. Originally, in the ancient times, people used jade slips to convey information, but after the publication of internal reference, this kind of record The style became popular throughout history. After all, you can hold this in your hand and turn it over, making it easier to show off, unlike the jade slips, which require spiritual awareness to read.

Nuwa took out a small booklet and said to Harper Huang: "Junior brother Harper Huang, after I wrote that manuscript for you last time, I couldn't help but write down some of the things I have seen in the past thousand years. You are the internal reference Editor, again..."

Many people can see Harper Huang's roots here, and Harper Huang has never evaded it. After all, he is different from other ascetics. He is under the protection of Hongjun. Even if others know his true form, they cannot treat him. Take action.

But out of politeness, Nuwa automatically silenced her voice, "So I want you to take a look and give me some advice."

Nuwa also knows that her own advantages are that her storytelling skills are better than others, her writing style is more touching, and she can use examples to explain things in a simple way. This is something that the sages clearly praised in the comments. So she practiced hard in order to use this advantage.

Harper Huang was really flattered. After all, Nuwa didn't know, but he knew that this was the future saint.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. I am the Secretary-General of Zixiao Palace. You are all disciples of the master. You should know that there is nothing wrong with your words. Senior sister Nuwa's writing is quite good, and the master has also praised it." No matter whether Nuwa is directed at it or not. Hongjun behind him, giving face like this, Harper Huang also lowered his attitude. In fact, if he hadn't been forcibly promoted after transforming, he would have been a boy from Zixiao Palace, and he was still older.

As soon as Harper Huang said this, everyone else gathered around to inquire about the news.

"Fellow Taoist, will you make a collection of sermon experiences this time?"

"How many more times will the saint preach?"

"Can you help me submit it to the teacher? This is my experience of practicing Taoism for thousands of years..."

"Junior brother! I was asked to write a manuscript before. Why do you still have a deadline? I don't know! Wow, it's just a few months late and I couldn't submit the manuscript... Otherwise, otherwise I wouldn't be able to submit the manuscript..." ..."

...

Harper Huang answered the questions patiently one by one, and finally revealed the news that lived up to everyone's expectations: "Not only will there be a collection of this sermon, but there will also be a big surprise. You will not be disappointed. Don't leave early."

"That's for sure!" Everyone said in agreement. Even without Harper Huang's advice, there was no way anyone would be stupid enough to leave without listening to the saint's sermon.