Chapter 197

There were drowsy people in Zixiao Palace.

In such a wonderful atmosphere, every flower and grass seems to be so inspiring.

Compared to those outside the hall, the monks in the main hall are better.

With Hongjun in charge, they basically stared at it with their own eyes, except for Houtu, who accidentally fell asleep before, everyone else pretended to be enlightened, trying not to let their state of listening to the sermon with their eyes closed become sleeping with their eyes closed.

Thirty-three days away, Rahu came around, the surroundings were quiet, the sermon was like the sound of a temple bell, simple and vicissitudes, and Rahu was full of interest to hear.

The content of Hongjun's sermon, he also thought it was quite interesting to listen to, it seems that for this sermon, Hongjun changed his style ruthlessly.

Poor Hongjun has a heart to be a teacher, these listeners......

Gee.

Rahu covered his lips and quietly walked around the dojo, observing the appearance of the monks who had not stepped into the interior of Zixiao Palace. Looking at it, he tried to keep himself from laughing, and this person seemed to be dark blue under his eyelids, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

Is this still a god?

It looks no different from an Internet addicted youth.

After coming up with this idea, he cleverly bypassed the monks who were sitting on the main road, and went through the window through the apse of Zixiao Palace to the inside. What really made Luo Hu care was not these outsiders, but the group of people who sat in Zixiao Palace and listened seriously.

In the myths and stories of his previous life, Hongjun preached for 3,000 years, and it is said that all the monks listened to it with relish, as if they had eaten the Ten Perfection Tonic Pills.

When Luo Hu wrote, he didn't believe it, preaching is like teaching, there is only one teacher, but everyone's students' learning progress and learning methods are different, as a teacher, how can Hongjun teach everyone to listen carefully?

It's okay to say that it's been a hundred years, but more than a thousand years, it's estimated that it will drive people crazy.

Rahu walked the winding corridors of the palace as skillfully as he did in his own backyard. After a certain distance, he was slightly surprised to find that he had not heard the sound of snoring.

The concentration of these monks is surprisingly good.

"Being able to ascend to the Great Luo Golden Immortal is desirable." Thinking so, Rahu walked to the closest place to the main hall and quietly looked at it.

At this glance, he saw a bunch of human heads, as well as a bitter and bitter expression.

Rahu almost laughed in public.

If he had the ability to read the sounds of his heart, he would surely be able to hear the slander in the hearts of this group of people. No one can sit and listen to the sermon for a thousand years, and they can't even block the voice, even in their sleep, Hongjun has a way to "preach" in a targeted manner.

After looking at his acquaintances, he saw Liansheng sitting in the first seat, his eyes showed satisfaction, and then he saw that Yang Mei and Jieyin and Zhun Ti were all in the seat, a trace of contemplation appeared on his face, and he didn't quite understand Hongjun's intentions.

Before coming, he expected that either only one of the two would be sanctified, or neither of them would be sanctified, but he didn't expect that the two bald heads would grab the position.

In the myth of the original book, Hongjun broke the western part of the flood because he fought with him, which led to the loss of Western spiritual energy and the difficult life of Western monks, so he owed a lot of debt. This time, he and Hongjun did not have a dispute with the Dao Demon, and Hongjun did not owe the West Cause and Effect, and there was no reason to compensate the Western monks.

Rahu let go of the unfigured thing, his eyes turned slightly, and he tried to find the little black cat who had gone to listen to the sermon with Jieyin and Zhun Ti.

Not in the main hall?

Could it be that the introduction and quasi-mention were so bold to throw it away?

His heart was cold, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a ball of white kittens. Wait a minute! Isn't the little black cat black? How it turned itself white!

At the edge of the cloud bed where Hongjun preached, a white fur ball of the same color as the cloud bed was shrunk inside, enjoying the soft cloud bed while maintaining a close listening distance. The treatment of this meow can be said to be compared to that group of monks!

It turned out that before entering the main hall of Zixiao Palace, the little black cat felt that something was wrong with the introduction and the quasi-mention. In order to prevent the two people from getting involved with it, it jumped down in advance and hid to the side to watch the excitement.

Things didn't surprise it, and Jieyin and Zhun Ti really came to Zixiao Palace to hear the sermon, and they didn't even want face in order to grab a futon.

Dodging and hiding, the little black cat saw the soft cloud bed, and immediately used his mana to change the color of his fur and shrank to the side of the cloud bed as an "ornament".

It's soft, so comfortable!

The little black cat did this, will Hongjun not know? It's impossible not to know...... Probably for the sake of being a cat raised by Rahu, open one eye and close one eye.

The smile on the corner of Rahu's lips softened, adding a sweet taste.

The man he chooses will not talk sweetly, will not promise any empty checks, every move comes from the heart, does what he wants, and follows his wishes.

Responsibility and feelings, Hongjun has the ability to take care of.

In Rahu's view, this is better than everyone else in the world.

After reading those people, Luo Hu was about to throw a flying kiss to his man, and his eyes suddenly met the face on the cloud bed that was as old as orange peel.

Rahu: "......"

Hongjun had already opened his eyes and looked sideways at Rahu, not understanding why Rahu froze.

The heart of Rahu in the petrification is shaking, and he is even older than last time! If it is said that when the good corpse fooled him, he deliberately became old to make it easy to make him ugly, then this time, Hongjun really adjusted his physical appearance to the appearance of a ninety-year-old man.

I was seventy or eighty years old before, but this time it's simply over ninety!

Why don't you just step into the coffin!

Luo Hu cursed the good corpse who taught Hongjun badly, without his instigation, how could Hongjun have become an old man's strange hobby.

Facing Hongjun's gaze, Luo Hu twitched the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a smile.

That's worse than crying.

He didn't want to think about the gossip that was flying all over the sky after Zixiao Palace heard the sermon.

#罗睺的男人为何长得这么老! #

Hongjun did not have the slightest consciousness of getting old, and seeing that Luo Hu's expression was wrong, he comforted the other party with a light smile, and his eyes were warm as usual, proving that he did not abandon his feelings because of the preaching.

If he is young, Hongjun will naturally be peerless in doing this.

And now—

Rahu felt spicy.

He suppressed his imminent collapse and stared at Hongjun for a while, trying to get out of his skin and see Hongjun's inner charm and temperament.

Without a top tank of good looks, it is really, really difficult for him to tell the difference between an ordinary bad old man and a sanctified bad old man.

Just when Luo Hu and Hongjun were silently looking at each other in the air, a person secretly opened his eyes, wanting to look at the scenery for a while to relieve his mental fatigue.

Kong Xuan was pleasantly surprised to find that Shizun was also here!

Changing the nervous nerves that were oppressed by the aura of Hongjun's predecessors, Kong Xuan squeezed his eyebrows at Luo Hu at the door of the apse, and constantly expressed SOS's distress signal. A thousand years is already his limit! If it weren't for Hongjun's predecessors preaching like this, he didn't know that he would be able to hold on for so long!

Rahu smiled at the evil spirit, and then ignored the disciple's plea for help, and communicated with Hongjun on the cloud bed with divine thoughts.

Naturally, the divine thoughts of the two of them would not be captured by the people below.

"Hongjun, is your mouth dry?"

"Nope."

"Very well, keep preaching, I see that they are listening very carefully."

Luo Hu encouraged Hongjun, Hongjun hesitated for a moment, and said to Luo Hu: "Luo Hu, Hou Tu can't listen to my preaching for some reason, do you have a way?" ”

Luo Hu looked at the wall and looked at the back soil that seemed to be sleeping at any time, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. Of course, he knew that the Wu clan couldn't listen to the sermon, but for the sake of Hongjun's face, Houtu forced himself to continue listening!

What a determination!

If the ancestral witches are all the tenacious character of Houtu, the probability that the demon clan can win will be small.

"Houtu is an ancestral witch, not to mention the question of whether there is a primordial god, she inherited the bloodline of Pangu." Luo Hu said something very close to the truth, and it made Hongjun very speechless.

Pangu himself is not the type to calm down.

The same goes for Lotus Sheng.

In the Three Qings, Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi sat still for the time being, while Tongtian occasionally twisted his body to try to make himself less boring.

Hongjun's eyes swept over these people.

"Is there a way?"

"Yes."

Rahu licked his lips, since she was pregnant, her lip flap was always prone to dryness.

He leaned against the carved wood at the entrance of the apse and lazily said a way of "listening" that all the witches could not refuse.

"Use your voice to create a murderous aura and let Houtu enter the illusion to fight, to fight and increase their understanding of the way of killing."

“……”

"Don't forget, I sorted out my killing methods for you."

"Hmm."

Hongjun made up his mind when he sensed that Houtu was separated from sleep.

He will keep Houtu awake until the end of the sermon!

Rahu's proposal plunged Houtu into an unprecedented panic. Her eyes widened as she looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, the yellow sand everywhere, and the slanting sun shining on the hot sand, making the soles of Houtu's feet feel unbearably hot.

Desolate, bleak, and horribly hot.

She just took a nap, why was she suddenly not in Zixiao Palace?

"Nuwa!"

Houtu began to chant his friend's name.

She heard that there was a kind of inner demon that would make her hallucinate and forget what she was doing, so she didn't dare to fight in Zixiao Palace, so she could only use Nuwa's hand to break the inner demon.

However, her mouth was dry until she shouted, and she didn't see any acquaintances.

Houtu regretted it, she knew that she would face such a danger, she should have listened to the sermon seriously and listened to every word of Hongjun, so that she would not be so deserted that she would not know it when she came to a strange place.

After waiting for more than half a day, Houtu's skin was hot, and she had no way to stay where she was, walking in the desert, trying to find the end of the desert.

However, there was no difference in the distance as she imagined, and some—

Just the enemy.

A loud bang sounded from under the desert, shaking, and the soles of Houtu's feet were numb, and the muscles of his body tensed up, and he remained vigilant.

Then, she saw a huge creature that she could never imagine in her life.

Chaos Beast.

A irrational monster belonging to the Chaos Period, in this way, it was created by Hongjun and thrown into this fantasy world of grinding the earth.

It was in its heyday, and it was even able to kill monsters from the Chaos Demon God! 166 Reading Network