The next day, Zhao Gongming rode his tiger to the central camp, carrying his whip. He arrived early at the thatched hut and demanded to speak with Randeng. Seeing Gongming riding toward them, Randeng said to the assembled fellow Daoists, "You needn't come out. I'll go meet him myself." He mounted his deer, and several disciples followed him to the front of the formation.
Zhao Gongming said, "Green bamboo, yellow beards, white bamboo shoots; scholars' caps, Daoist shoes, white lotus flowers. Red flowers, white lotus roots, green lotus leaves—the Three Teachings were one family from the beginning. The Chan Teaching and the Interception Sect were one family. The two holy leaders both came from the same master. Yet your Chan Teaching disregarded all righteousness and killed countless fellow Daoists from my Interception Sect. How could my actions be wrong?"
Randeng replied, "The Phoenix Cry heralds the fall of Cheng Tang. We have come down the mountain under our sect leader's orders to aid the Western Zhou in punishing the wicked King Zhou of Shang. This is justice carried out on Heaven's behalf. Several fellow Daoists refused to follow Heaven's will and insisted on aiding the tyrant. Moreover, they were caught in the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods. We had no choice but to kill them. As for you, fellow Daoist, you stand here today, blind to your true intentions and acting against Heaven's will. You would do well to withdraw!"
True Man Huang Long stepped forward beside him and replied scornfully, "Zhao Gongming, our teacher speaks the truth. Why haven't you left yet? Don't get entangled in worldly affairs and end up dead, your name on the list, doomed to suffer for all eternity and become a laughingstock!"
Before they could exchange another word, Zhao Gongming raised