"Who are these five?"

Bai Yiyuan was a little shocked, the purple qi came from the east for 90,000 miles, isn't it the sign of a saint?

Four men and one woman, all saints?

In fact, Bai Yiyuan already had the answer in his heart, but he couldn't distinguish the identities of these saints.

"This should be a saint......"

The little squirrel's eyes were full of shock, and he looked at the five figures in the air stupidly, this kind of opportunity is not something that anyone can have. Saints are not something that anyone can see if they want to...

The saint dwells in chaos and easily does not enter the wilderness.

"I know this is a saint, but I don't know which saint it is..."

Bai Yiyuan rolled his eyes, the saint came to the east for 90,000 miles of purple qi, I saw it, and naturally knew that this was the arrival of the saint. It's just that these five people, who are the saints? Are they all saints?

"There should be Sanqing saints and Nuwa Niangniang... There's one left, I don't know..."

The little squirrel thought about it, and according to his understanding, he only knew about these four saints. Other saints, oh, and if there are other saints, the little squirrel doesn't know.

"The Three Qing Saints... Nuwa Niangniang..."

Bai Yiyuan's eyes almost lit up, just like the creatures on Yujing Mountain, in their minds, the saint was almost omnipotent, jumping out of the five elements, not in yin and yang, heaven and earth were destroyed, the sun and the moon were destroyed and they could transcend...

They are the representatives of eternal immortality, so their yearning for saints...

The same is true for Bai Yiyuan, he came from the later generations, when Zhang Daoran forced him to read and write, he had read a lot of books about the Taoist scriptures of the saints...

For the Sanqing sage, as well as Nuwa Niangniang, Bai Yiyuan can't say how much he knows, if there is no mistake in the records of later generations, then according to his understanding of the sage, they are indeed the gods of the entire barbaric world, standing at the top of the pyramid...

"The saints have the avenue of the saints... Little mouse, should we get closer, if these saints preach, we can also listen to the saints' avenue..."

Bai Yiyuan already knew from the little squirrel that these saints used to come here to worship the Daoxuan Zhenren at certain intervals, although I don't know if they saw the Daoxuan Zhenren, but every time they came, they would preach for nine days...

Although nine days is not a long time, for cultivators, it is only in the blink of an eye, but for those beings who have not yet transformed into shape, being able to listen to the path of the saint is already a monstrous luck...

"You remember the good things very well..."

The little squirrel rolled his eyes: "The sage preached, you can listen to it anywhere." These saints will preach for nine days, and the sound will spread throughout Yujing Mountain, so we are not closer than deliberately..."

"I feel that in the future, Yujing Mountain may no longer be its former name..."

Bai Yiyuan looked around, originally coming here, it would give him a mysterious feeling, but now, Yujing Mountain is no different from ordinary mountains.

The original weak water disappeared, and Yujing Mountain was moved... There are no more orchards and gardens here... The three Qingguan were all moved...

Originally, because of the Taoist Xuan Zhenren, this place was a holy place for preaching, and it was in the name of a holy place... But now, Dao Xuan Zhenren has left, what is the meaning of existence here?

"You say, Dao Xuan Zhenren, is he a saint? Or is there a realm of a saint?"

Bai Yiyuan has always felt that this Daoxuan real person has a connection with his teacher. This feeling is inexplicable, even if he can't extinguish the idea no matter what...

But his teacher, a cultivator who didn't even have the realm of immortals, how could he compare with a saint? How could he teach a saint?

"I don't know about this, according to my understanding, if the Dao Xuan Zhenren does not have the strength far beyond the realm of saints, it is impossible to teach saints to come out..."

The little squirrel looked at him with a strange look: "Just like you, now that you have not become an immortal or transformed yet, can you teach the disciples of the immortal realm?

In the same way, if Dao Xuan Zhenren didn't have the realm of cultivation above the saint, how could he teach others the saint Dao?"

Bai Yiyuan was a little ashamed, because he had a special feeling in his heart, so he had a special feeling. thinks that Dao Xuan Zhenren has the same number as his teacher, so he must have something to do with his teacher...

He hadn't thought of it at all, so he felt ashamed.

Cultivation is like this, and if there is no corresponding realm, how can it be possible to teach others the perception of the corresponding realm? And he is a little paranoid about the Dao name of the teacher and the Dao Xuan Zhenren.

"I'm ashamed, I finally understand now..."

Bai Yiyuan temporarily suppressed his heart, the kind of thought of finding out about the Dao Xuan Zhenren, at this time, his attention was focused on the sage: "Have you heard the sage preach before, how much help they preached to us, can we improve our own cultivation perception after listening to the sermon, and then transform into a human and soar into an immortal?"

The little squirrel was dumbfounded: "You... Who are you listening to that a saint must have this kind of feeling when preaching?"

Bai Yiyuan groaned a little, and his teacher's preaching would have an excellent enlightenment effect. Come to think of it, the saints preached, for them, the effect would be better......

"Saints, aren't they the most powerful people in heaven and earth?"

Bai Yiyuan showed a look on his face that I understood: "They preached, for us, it will have a very good effect, I firmly believe in this......"

Bai Yiyuan's face was full of pain, and his eyes were full of resistance.

Shaking his head, the little squirrel said helplessly: "You will be clear then, whatever I say now is useless... Only when you see it with your own eyes and hear it with your own ears will you understand what the saints preached..."

Bai Yiyuan's face was full of wonder, why did the little squirrel have such a reaction?

It's just that the little squirrel doesn't say it, and he has no choice but to wait quietly...

I don't know when, Bai Yiyuan suddenly discovered that from the original direction of Sanqingguan, countless living beings began to walk back. Unlike when they came, when they were in groups and neatly organized, at this moment, these creatures seemed to be fleeing from the wilderness, as if they were trying to escape from something.

"What's wrong with them?"

Bai Yiyuan was very puzzled, according to reason, now that the saint has arrived, shouldn't they make a special trip to get close to the saint to see if they can get a chance, right?

Why now, in droves, there is a feeling of fleeing?

"This means that the sermon is about to begin..."

The little squirrel smiled slightly, looked into the distance, and turned around to escape: "You listen here, I'll go first..."

Bai Yiyuan was so stunned that he even forgot to stop the little squirrel.

Looking at the original direction of Sanqingguan, Bai Yiyuan muttered: "I understand, the voice of the sage is everywhere when he preaches, so no matter where he is at this time, as long as he is within the range of Yujing Mountain, he can listen to the voice of the sermon... Or is it that if the distance is closer, there will be pressure to listen to the sermon, or will there be adverse reactions?"

Bai Yiyuan's mind was full of cranky thoughts, and when he reacted, countless living beings were already far away.

"It's the opposite of what the teacher preached..."

In my memory, when the teacher preached, everyone who knew would come, not stay away: "This is the difference between a practitioner and a saint?"

Bai Yiyuan swayed, and also fled into the distance: "Everyone else has run away, which means that the saint's preaching is very powerful, I shouldn't be able to bear it now, so let's stay away from them..."

Bai Yiyuan directly controlled the Sky Breaking Stick and quickly stayed away from here.

Riding on the sky-breaking stick, Bai Yiyuan felt the shock, and in all directions, with the original Sanqingguan as the center, countless creatures scattered and fled. Only a very small number of creatures did not move in place.

Bai Yiyuan was a little envious of those creatures who did not escape, and he flew faster with his stick: "It seems that the realm of saints is not something that these people who have not transformed and have not become immortals can visit. Even if it's the Avenue of Saints, don't go close..."

"The Tao is the way, the very way;

The name is famous, and the name is very ......."

Suddenly, I heard the voice of someone preaching in my ears.

"Poof..."

Bai Yiyuan fell directly from the stick and fell to the ground.

Bai Yiyuan picked up the stick, covered his ears and fled in embarrassment.

Is this the voice of the sermon, or is it the sermon of a saint, and every living being hears the sermon of the saint, how lucky is that? Between heaven and earth, there are countless living beings, and how many people, how many living beings, can have the opportunity to listen to the sermon of the saint?

But at this time, in Bai Yiyuan's ears, Bai Yiyuan felt that this voice was too ugly... It's so ugly that it's useless to cover your ears and not be able to isolate the sermon.

The sound goes straight to the soul, and people can't block it at all. Even if you block out your hearing, the sound is still clear to you......

"This is preaching?"

Bai Yiyuan originally thought that when the sage preached, it was to let people directly see the Great Dao, directly increase their understanding, and directly improve the realm of cultivation. The saint is the one of the few strongest between heaven and earth...

They preach that it should be a kind of fairy music, which makes people fascinated, and people who can't extricate themselves from it...

But the voice I hear now is indeed the Tao Te Ching, but...

This kind of preaching voice is different from the preaching of one's own teacher, which penetrates the soul, and the preaching of one's own teacher is like an immortal teaching the Dharma, just like a fairy music, which makes people addicted to it and can't extricate themselves, and unconsciously has already improved the realm of cultivation...

But now...

The sound of this sermon is like no turn, no punctuation, no syllables, it is like a straight shot, and all the content of the sermon is like a tone, which makes people's souls tremble and their hearts are bored, not to mention that they can realize the Tao at this time...

Bai Yiyuan was dizzy when he only listened, and he was extremely bored when he heard it...

The fierce beasts in the distance, or the demon beasts, all looked up to the sky and roared, as if they wanted to use this roaring sound to suppress the sound of preaching.

"Roar..."

Bai Yiyuan also roared, he also needs to try, this kind of sound that makes his soul tremble, as if it is broken, can it be suppressed...

Under the interference of this voice, Bai Yiyuan was horrified to find that he couldn't run his mana and couldn't control the Sky Breaking Stick: "What a torture..."

Bai Yiyuan roared, this was exactly the opposite of what he expected...

What he was looking forward to...

The way of the saint, which is rare in the world, is a sound that can only be heard by bursting with luck... But now, Bai Yiyuan thinks that only by being lucky can he not hear this kind of voice...

Hearing this voice was a complete torture.

In my memory, my teacher preached, and I felt completely opposite to hearing it extremely comfortable...

"I see..."

No wonder so many creatures at that time would choose to run away instead of approaching... I see!

Under this voice, no matter who you are, don't dare to approach... It's because they've experienced harm that they choose to run away...... Bai Yiyuan regretted a little: "Damn little mouse, why didn't you say it earlier, I would have controlled the Sky Breaking Stick earlier, and I would have been able to fly far away with you, okay..."

Bai Yiyuan was a little sad, the little squirrel ran away directly, and he didn't share the hardships with him: "We just met in Pingshui, because some interests will come together, we didn't help each other, we didn't help each other, we even had some opposites..."

For the little squirrel, Bai Yiyuan really has no expectations of friendship at all: "Forget it, from now on, the end of the world is different, and strangers meet each other and don't know each other......"

Bai Yiyuan's mind was full of cranky thoughts, but the next moment, his face was still full of pain: "No, this is not a way, the voice of this sermon is torture, and it can't be blocked by other methods at all..."

"O heaven, O earth... Where is this preaching, this is simply murder..."

Bai Yiyuan was a little angry: "Who taught this way of preaching, I thought that the saint's preaching was extraordinary, but I didn't expect that it was only at this level, and it was not as good as my teacher's preaching..."

Bai Yiyuan really felt that his teacher's preaching was the real preaching. Isn't preaching just to help the hearers to understand the Tao? Isn't it to help the hearers understand the Tao? Isn't it to help the listeners understand the Tao? Isn't it to help the cultivators improve their strength?

But what about now?

The way you want to preach is something that only your own teacher can do.

And the saint here preaches, you can hear the voice of the sermon, but because there is no flatness, no tone, it is like a straight line tiling... This is really a kind of torture, it's not good, how can this help others improve their perception, improve their cultivation realm, and improve their approach to the Great Dao?

"Hum..."

Suddenly, Bai Yiyuan felt that a buzzing sound appeared above his head.

Raising his head slightly, Bai Yiyuan saw that a giant palm had been condensed on the top of his head.

"What is this for? Whose palm is this?"

Bai Yiyuan was a little confused, how could he be so dignified, above the sky, such a big giant palm appeared?

"Hmph, how can you criticize the saint, the person who is wet and egg-born, and it is already ten thousand luck for you to listen to the sermon, and you still criticize the saint so much... Don't you know that a saint must not be humiliated, or he will die!"

Bai Yiyuan understood that the appearance of this giant palm was aimed at him!

At this moment, Bai Yiyuan suddenly felt that his body was like being tied by a rope, and it was difficult to move. I can't even move my eyes.

He could only raise his head and look at the giant palm that was getting closer and closer, Bai Yiyuan's heart suddenly became frightened...

The saint should not be humiliated, and he just said so many words, and when he didn't see the other creatures fleeing, none of them were silent?

Bai Yiyuan smiled bitterly, and the next moment, the giant palm had reached the top of his head: "In the future, when you speak, you will no longer be dissatisfied with the mouth and run the train, and you can't talk nonsense... Before you speak, you must use your brain..."

That's the price of speaking without a brain!

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, Bai Yiyuan suddenly heard a sigh...

The voice was very abrupt, but the giant palm above his head had disappeared......