Chapter 200

The strife in the desolate land could not affect the distant Zixiao Palace, but the appearance of Pangu's true body and the appearance of Changqin made several people feel it at the same time.

Hongjun takes preaching to all living beings as his mission, and he doesn't like the two lich clans taking this opportunity to start a war, and he won't meddle in the affairs over there. He saw the situation clearly, and the leader of the two lich clans would not pick this moment to decide the real winner.

At most, it's a small fight.

The gray-clothed old man twisted the creation jade disc on the cloud bed, and the jade disc emitted a misty blue light, creating an environment that was extremely easy to enter enlightenment.

Other than that, he observed the reactions of the seven people on the futon.

Liansheng's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of worry in his eyebrows, obviously sensing the changes that had happened in the Nether. Among the three Qings, Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi have not changed, except that the breath of Tongtian is unstable, and he opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the void in confusion.

Tongtian didn't understand why his heart was palpitating, disturbing the feeling of enlightenment.

Is something going on?

It's a pity that my deduction is relatively weak, so I can't calculate it.

Looking around, Tongtian saw Hongjun's gaze, and immediately corrected his attitude, showing that he was listening carefully and did not desert.

Hongjun stared at him for a moment, making sure that Tongtian was not playing tricks, and entered the cultivation state again. He looked away and swept over Yang Mei, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti one by one.

Yang Mei lifted a little slit in his eyes and secretly looked at Hongjun.

Hongjun's expression was indifferent.

Thinking around, Yang Mei probably guessed what was going on, Chong Hongjun smiled, changed his meditation posture and continued to listen.

Sitting in a sitting position for so long, even immortals will stiffen their leg muscles.

At the end of the seven futons, the induction and the Zhun Ti are ignorant of these things and strive to absorb the knowledge of the sermon. They understood how precious this hearing was, and no matter how sleepy and dazed they were, they tried their best to maximize the benefits.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, everyone was stimulated by Lao Tzu's breakthrough, and outside the hall, those who were not qualified began to gradually give up listening to the sermon, and they began to observe the flowers and plants of Zixiao Palace, wanting to find something that could pass the time.

After watching it for a long time, these Honghuang monks came to a conclusion.

The owner of this dojo is amazing!

Whether it is the clouds in the sky or the warm sunlight bathing in the body, it is not an illusion that I thought before, but a real thing!

The aura floating in the air condenses into silk and falls to the ground into water, forming a lake formed by the convergence of aura. Some of the aura was so strong that it was like fluttering and fluttering, light as a dream, and it surrounded them as hearers for them to absorb.

The monks could feel that these auras were even more refined than those of the Flood Desolate Continent! It is clearly the aura that has been further refined!

One day of cultivation in Zixiao Palace is worth a hundred years of cultivation in the outside world!

It can be said that in order to succeed in this preaching, Hongjun gave up a lot of money. With Rahu's consent, he used the aura accumulated in the dojo to supply them with the cultivation of the Tao, so that the monks who listened to the sermon could break through one after another.

In a corner of Zixiao Palace, the door of the alchemy room was smashed open from the inside.

"Ahem—" Rahu coughed and ran out, waving his hand and fanning the thick black smoke that floated from inside.

These are naturally exhaust gases caused by alchemy, and the pollution level is level 1.

Because of the improper use of materials, the newly baked pill was completely wasted, and he was also disgraced by the exploded Dan furnace. He stretched out his hand and touched his face, and when he saw the ashes stained by his fingertips, his face changed, and he was about to run to a certain place to bathe, when he suddenly heard a deafening roar from behind!

Luo Hu was shocked, "Qiankun Ding! ”

He turned his head and ran into the alchemy room with black smoke billowing out.

Rahu's original intention was to refine a Hearing Pill of Hearing Dao, but due to his unskilled skills and too open-mindedness, all kinds of new ideas came out, resulting in the refining of Hearing Pill full of Rahu's miscellaneous thoughts, and as soon as the furnace was opened, it was full of waste gas.

In order not to let the materials be wasted, Luo Hu unceremoniously threw the waste pill into the Qiankun Ding. His confidence in Qiankun Ding is still above himself, in his previous life, he knew that Qiankun Ding's famous ability - to be able to refine the acquired into innate!

The day after tomorrow can be done, not to mention the waste pill!

However, it turns out that these are all wishful thinking on the part of Rahu, even if Qiankun Ding's ability is strong, it can't reverse the "terrible" point of this listening pill.

Qiankun Ding almost blew up.

Luo Hu came in time, regardless of the heat, he fished out the waste pill from the Qiankun Ding with his bare hands, and threw it to the ground, and the buzzing reaction of the Qiankun Ding stopped. A few pills rolled to the ground, and after a "zizi" sound, the solid rocks on the ground melted into several small pits.

Luo Hu was empty-eyed, the power of this elixir should not be underestimated.

Putting Qiankun Ding in a safe place in the corner, Luo Hu sat down on the dirty futon on the ground in frustration, "My 'Dao' can actually turn the Listening Dao Pill into poison/medicine." ”

The path of killing that was too extreme made the elixir full of danger and uncertainty, and the difficulty of refining it increased to a certain critical value. Not only could the Dao Dan not be able to come out safely, but the Heavenly Dao would not allow a second person to take the path of killing in the Flood Wilderness.

It's against heaven and earth!

The success of the way of killing will cause countless deaths and injuries to the flood wilderness!

However, after a short loss, Luo Hu cheered up again, and there were other things that he needed to care about more than his alchemy failure.

He opened the window and pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside.

Across the woods, there was a steady stream of slow breathing, mixed with a suspicious snoring sound.

The monks meditated with their eyes closed, and when they looked away, everyone's expressions were similar, and it was difficult for Rahu to tell with the naked eye whether they were practicing or sleeping.

Rahuxing tasted: "Dare to sleep now, there will be more than a thousand years in the future......"

Judging from the terrible number of teaching materials, three thousand years is still a small number, and if Hongjun wants to explain the three thousand avenues in his heart, he needs at least three three thousand years of preaching!

From this point of view, Hongjun can be called the first talk of the flood wilderness.

Luo Hu couldn't help but doubt life, "Could it be that I didn't talk to him too little before, which caused Hongjun to hold back his stomach and have nowhere to talk, and he seized the opportunity to preach endlessly?" ”

Dead friends do not die poor.

Rahu closed the window with a smile, ignoring the monks outside who had accidentally touched the smell of exhaust gases, and suddenly their minds suddenly cleared up.

The smell of exhaust fumes is absolutely unforgettable......

Even Rahu himself closed off his sense of smell and did not let the exhaust gases poison his sense of smell.

With Luo Hu's unintentional help, several monks who had fallen asleep outside Zixiao Palace had a clear mind and had to continue to face the painful fact of listening to the sermon.

In the days that followed, Rahu began to help Hongjun in various ways.

He can't meddle in the preaching, because doing so would offend the way of God, but he can keep the listeners highly focused!

Those years......

He also grew up as a student and entered the society, fully understanding the pain of listening to lectures in class and wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep.

At that point, it's useless to pinch yourself hard with your hands......

The ancients had clouds, and the head of the cantilevered beam was cone and thorny.

Rahu felt that this sentence was not unreasonable, because in doing so, once he lost his concentration, he would be stimulated by sudden pain. Rahu understood how strong the immortal's ability to resist blows was, and decisively chose the pain stimulation method.

With his eyes closed, Rahu leaned against the window and smiled, his fingers slicking flowers.

Whenever a monk wants to fall asleep, there will be an extra fairy in his mind. The monks had different preferences, and the fairies all looked different, but there was one thing in common—the fairies that were conjured were their favorite types.

These fairies are fluttering, with crisp breasts and thin waists, walking barefoot, with soft fairy voices and touching laughter, as if they want to go to sleep with them.

Sitting on the twelfth step of Zixiao Palace, there was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe who was about to fall asleep. His beard trembled, and his head bowed, pretending to be a serious listener.

He was gradually conquered by the flood of sleepiness......

In his dream, there is also an extra beauty that makes people swoon.

The other party smiled softly at him, like a green lake □□, rippling with a wisp of charm and affection. She walked as if she had come from a shrine in the clouds, and her dress was beautiful and picturesque, dignified and beautiful, a style that the middle-aged monk had never seen before.

The middle-aged monk's heart also seemed to ripple.

Such a woman is regarded as beautifying a kind of artistic conception, which makes people intoxicated.

The next moment......

The fairy suddenly pulled out her belt, and with a shake of her hand, the silky soft belt was drawn like lightning towards the hazy-eyed monk.

"Smack-" A whip hit three inches in the lower abdomen.

A scream of "Ahh

The fairy turned into a demon and said viciously, "Do you still want to sleep?" ”

Shame and pain are intertwined, and people suddenly break free from the nightmare.

Looking outside again, where is there a fairy, he is clearly still sitting outside Zixiao Palace, and the sound of snorting cold air is heard from time to time around him, proving that he is not alone.

He wanted to reach for the bottom of his abdomen.

Immortals have no weaknesses, but a whip can make people go crazy with a whip!

The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth, but saw another unknown person fall to the ground at the nearest step, curled up, trembling in pain.

He understood.

There is anyone more afraid of pain than he is!

The chaos outside the hall was very small, and it did not affect the overall atmosphere of listening to the sermon, but the faces of those who had experienced the fairy in their dreams turned pale.

Heaven is above, and you won't be allowed to sleep these years!

Watching the monks change from sluggishness to "spirit" one by one, Hongjun felt like he didn't know, and continued to explain endless ways to them. The fairy who caused this situation also came to Hongjun's mind, her eyes seemed to be affectionate, and she gave birth to a lotus step by step.

If you look closely, her appearance is three points similar to Rahu!

"Do you need my help?" The fairy lightly opened her lips, stood ten meters away from Hongjun, and said with a slight squeamishness.

The gray-clothed old man raised his head in consciousness, his eyes froze for a moment.

"Rahu ......"

"I'm not called Rahu, the slave family is a little fairy."

“……”

Hongjun's body shook.

"Liansheng seems to be about to fall asleep, I'll give him a love education."

The fairy turned around, and the white veil in her arm dragged on the ground, winding and wonderful. She ignored Hongjun and disappeared into the misty sea of consciousness.

Hongjun's sermon froze invisibly.

Almost the moment the fairy left, the evil corpse in his primordial god laughed all over the world, and even the "self" said strangely: "Hongjun, it turns out that you like this type?" ”

Hongjun denied, "This is a deliberate conjure by Rahu." ”

The self shook his head and said in his heart: "The devil is born from the heart, and if you don't have this thought about him, it is impossible for him to form such an image in your heart. ”

Hongjun refused to think in this direction.

Whatever Rahu wants, let him play, anyway, the result is good.

Under Hongjun's connivance and Luo Hu's watching, everyone who listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace was worse than death, their cultivation was rising, but their hearts were constantly shadowed.

Rahu was surprised to find that the higher the awe and anger of the hearers at him, the deeper his understanding of the demonic path. Subsequently, the fairies he projected in the hearts of those people also had other natural skills that Fang Cai did not have.

For example: seductive magic sounds, attractive faces.

These talents are growing exponentially.

All in all, no matter how much those people hated the fairy in their dreams, they couldn't move a finger from her. Even at the first sight of a fairy, they fall into a sluggish obsession.

Then the fairy will beat them harder.

The monk who got out of his dream and listened to the sermon again, with a monstrous sense of shame, worked hard to improve his cultivation and no longer be tempted by fairies.

The results have been encouraging.

Three thousand years later, this incident that shocked everyone has come to a successful conclusion. The master of Zixiao Palace stopped preaching and said slowly: "This sermon is over, and after three thousand years, the altar will be opened again to preach, and anyone who is destined can come." ”

The monks inside and outside the main hall shed tears of emotion and fell prostrate on the ground.

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