Chapter 69 Hongjun preached

At this time, Yuan Shi on the side opened his eyes and looked in the direction where Kunpeng was, and for some reason the scene he saw when he traveled to the flood resurfaced, and said with a disgusted expression: "I just don't look at what my identity is, I just wear hair and armor, and wet oviparous, what qualifications do you have to sit with my Pangu Sanqing, and I don't give up my position to this fellow Daoist." ”

Yuan Shi's words, but even Nuwa on the side was scolded, and Nuwa, who listened to it, frowned secretly, and even her good impression of Pangu Sanqing dropped a lot.

In Zixiao Palace, the place of the saint, even if Kunpeng was furious in his heart, he also knew that this was not the time to make a move, if he accidentally offended the saint, not only would he not be able to hear the Great Dao, but he was afraid that the saint would be angry, and his life would not be saved.

Kunpeng had no choice but to stand up and give up his position to the lead, but there was a burst of murderous aura in his eyes, and his gaze towards Hongyun had a hint of murderous intent.

At this time, I saw two boys walking out of the inner hall, a man and a woman, carved in pink and jade, extremely cute. One of these two people is called Haotian and the other is called Yaochi, who are the future Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother. He said to the three thousand monks: "Fellow Daoists, the master is about to preach, and please sit down." ”

When the three thousand monks heard this, they immediately stopped contemplating the Taoist magic on the wall, and came to the main hall one after another, and found a place to sit down and wait for the saint to preach.

When the three thousand monks sat down, they saw a figure silently appearing on the high platform.

The three thousand monks were shocked, and being able to appear in front of them silently, without using their hands or opening their mouths, was already showing great magical powers.

Looking at the high platform, I saw a Taoist with a white beard who had appeared on the high platform at some point. And this person is the second saint in heaven and earth, Hongjun.

Hongjun opened his eyes slightly, looked at the three thousand monks who fell below, and said, "You will sit down according to this position in the future, and you must not change it without authorization." ”

After speaking, he was about to open his mouth to speak, but at this time, there was a dragon chant and a phoenix roar in the chaos. The auspicious clouds burst into bursts, the purple qi came from the east, countless fairy flowers sprinkled from the sky, countless fairy sounds echoed, and the sound of the avenue came out of it, and the visions were frequent.

The three thousand monks were a little puzzled, only Hongjun's originally serious expression showed a hint of a smile at this time, and the corners of his mouth looked out of the hall with a smile.

I only heard a ballad come from this time: "Hongmeng first sentenced my husband, the three thousand laws of demon cultivation gods, hundreds of millions of years of chaos, only three thousand demon gods." Looking at Pangu opening the world, the infinite avenue is hidden in the chest, and the three flowers on the top are wonderful; the five qi in the chest are changing, and others want to ask who I am? ”

The person who came was the first saint in heaven and earth, Yang Mei. As the sound of this ballad fell, I saw a young man with a silver-white shawl, silver eyes, and a snow-white robe from outside Zixiao Palace, stepping on five-colored auspicious clouds.

I saw Yang Mei looking at Hongjun who was sitting firmly on the high platform with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Daoyou, hundreds of millions of years of hard work have finally become the avenue." ”

The saint smiled, flowers bloomed everywhere, fairy flowers fell from the sky, five-colored lotus flowers rose on the ground, and the fragrance was bursting, like a spring breeze.

Hongjun smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at Yang Mei with joy on his face and said: "This is thanks to the merits of the Taoist friends of the day, otherwise it would be impossible for the poor Dao to attain the Dao, I didn't expect that this poor Daoist preaching was chaotic, and the Taoist friends could come, but it made the poor Dao's dojo full of brilliance." He laughed.

The three thousand listeners all looked at Hongjun sitting on the high platform in amazement, this was the first time they saw a smile on Hongjun's serious and solemn face, and they were even more shocked and frightened by Yang Mei, who appeared in the grand stage.

This is the power that comes with strength.

The most shocking thing here is Sanqing.

Although the last time the four of them discussed the Tao, Yang Mei's supernatural powers and understanding of the Tao made Sanqing admire, but they just regarded Yang Mei as a monk with great magical powers, and never thought about the saint's level.

Now that he learned that Qingchen's identity was actually the immortal and immortal saint of heaven and earth, Sanqing's heart was shocked.

Although he had known Yang Mei for a few days, Yang Mei never told Sanqing his name, and Sanqing knew at this moment that this mysterious monk was the first saint of this desolation, Yang Mei.

After learning that Yang Mei is now a saint, and then thinking of what Yang Mei did that day, Sanqing's heart was even more shocked.

The respect of the saints, like ordinary monks, actually put down their identities to intersect with them, not only in the Great Dao, but also to give three spiritual treasures to protect themselves This kind of thing makes Sanqing even more in awe of Yang Mei.

Sanqing stood up and walked towards Yang Mei and said, "Sanqing thanks the saint, for saving his life hundreds of thousands of years ago, and preaching and giving treasures. ”

Yang Mei turned his head to look at Sanqing and said, "There is no need to be polite, I didn't insult the name of Pangu that day, so I came to help." If you insult the name of Pangu that day, I will not help. ”

After hearing this, Sanqing bowed to Yang Mei again and said, "Thank you sage." ”

Yang Mei nodded, ignored it anymore, looked at Hongjun who was sitting on the high platform and said with a smile: "This time it is a Taoist friend's preaching, and I came this time to listen to the Taoist friend's avenue." ”

"Taoist friends can come to listen to the poor Tao preaching, the poor Tao is happy, and today the poor Tao is ugly. Hongjun said.

Yang Mei nodded, walked to the side, a lotus flower rose under his feet, dragged Yang Mei steadily, sat down cross-legged, and looked at Hongjun on the high platform.

Hongjun nodded and said, "This sermon is divided into three times, each sermon is three thousand years, and Wang'er and others carefully grasp it. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the reaction of the 3,000 listeners in the audience, he directly talked about the avenue.

But listening to the sound of the avenue is simple, there is no vision in the Wuhua Zixiao Palace, there is no Ruiqi, there is no scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden, and there is no purple qi coming from the east, everything highlights the simplicity of the avenue.

Yang Mei has long been a saint, for this saint avenue, also has a sense of his own experience, this time listening to Hongjun's preaching, and his own understanding of the verification, he has benefited a lot, there is nothing to gain.

Yang Mei has a deep practice, has been with Hongjun for a long time, and is extremely familiar with feelings, and Hongjun has become a saint one step ahead, but he has never looked down on Hongjun's mind, at this time Hongjun finally became a saint, and opened the avenue, Yang Mei's heart, only joy and comfort.

The mind was condensed, and on the lotus platform, I saw Yang Mei's eyebrows not moving, his eyes not turning, his divine consciousness spreading, but his mind was silently observing the three thousand monks who asked.

The three thousand people who listened to the sermon, when Hongjun preached, at the beginning, they didn't feel anything, but as Hongjun's sermon deepened, the three thousand people who listened to the sermon began to look serious, listened to the way of the saint, and slowly immersed themselves in the avenue. Everyone's face may have a different expression, and they dance and laugh when they hear the sermon. He frowned and pondered at the difficult place to hear the sermon, and was anxious to scratch his ears and cheeks.