Chapter 192

After the people on his own mountain had gone for thirty-three days, Yang Mei slowed them down and set off slowly. He was much clearer than Zhun Ti, thirty-three days away was not a place where ordinary people could break into, and he had personally gone to Zixiao Palace to find Rahu, and he was not afraid of getting lost at all.

But there are unforeseen circumstances.

He was lost.

Staring at the distorted environment of the chaotic space, Yang Mei scolded Hongjun shamelessly in his heart, he clearly remembered that Zixiao Palace was here, but when he came, he found that Zixiao Palace was gone!

Can Zixiao Palace run? Yes!

The quasi-saint can't let the dojo run away with long legs, but the saint can!

Yang Mei didn't fight with Hongjun, which was a pure waste of time. He resolutely turned around and went back to move the savior, not mentioning any face for the time being, and he must not waste the opportunity to become holy!

Mount Meru, which is like spring all year round, most of the clouds and mist have disappeared, revealing the flattened mountain top, and the legendary Sumeru Palace, which is inhabited by mighty people, is also vaguely visible in the outside world. Nearby, there sat a man in red, as if he had stolen half a day's leisure.

When Yang Mei hurried back, Luo Hu saw this, swallowed the grapes in his mouth in surprise, and said, "What happened?" ”

Yang Mei said calmly: "Zixiao Palace is not in place. ”

Luo Hu clapped his hands and threw him a jade plaque from his sleeve, "There is a road guide on it, you can find Zixiao Palace by following it." ”

Yang Mei was speechless, "It's so simple? ”

"Or else?" Luo Hu asked rhetorically, quite interesting, "Zixiao Palace is my territory, do you think Hongjun can build the Zixiao Palace Dojo thirty-three days away before preaching?" I opened that dojo, and the things inside were arranged by Hongjun. ”

Where Zixiao Palace went, Luo Hu had a way to find out.

"Since it's so simple, why did Hongjun stop me?" Yang Mei's brows were twisted, and he couldn't figure out what Hongjun was doing to make an extra move.

Rahu said a possibility: "I probably hope you will retreat in the face of difficulties." ”

"I won't give up!"

Yang Mei immediately dropped his words and flew away thirty-three days away.

Seeing his friend, who was also a Chaos Demon God, turned into a small black dot in the sky, Rahu pinched his fingers alone in boredom, wanting to learn from those immortals to deduce the future.

But he didn't have this talent......

The result of the deduction: the monks who went to hear the sermon were dancing samba.

Rahu almost choked.

Spit out the grape seeds in time, he gave up and continued to take the grapes from the fruit bowl, and pressed his palm against his abdomen, feeling the unstable mass of qi.

His eyes lit up crimson, and he chuckled and said, "You say...... If you were born while Hongjun was preaching, would Hongjun be so frightened that he would come back to visit us. This evil thought came up, and the qi in his belly seemed to be eager to try.

Both father and son are restless guys.

"Looks like you like my offer too." Rahu's smile intensified, like a spring breeze, but he really didn't plan to make trouble during this period.

The time, the place, the people.

He wanted his child to come into being and have a noble life.

It's not the best time yet.

In the apse of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's gaze is connected to the way of heaven, and no one will ignore the matter on the other side of Mount Meru. Hearing that Rahu wanted to have a child at this critical period, the cold sweat behind Hongjun was about to come down, but fortunately, Rahu just played a joke on him, and after speaking, he continued to sit on Mount Meru to rest, and did not really play this trick on him.

As a first-time father, Hongjun is like anyone else in some way.

He wanted to see his child born with his own eyes, to see what kind of child he and Rahu's blood would bring, and to give each other the best of everything.

If you can't do it, you will regret it.

After sorting out the materials of the last sermon and making sure that it was correct, Hongjun abandoned distracting thoughts, closed his eyes, and summoned his three corpses. In an instant, the good corpse far away in the heavenly court, the evil corpse that could not be grounded, and the third corpse self appeared in front of him together.

The faces of the three people are different, among which the good corpse is gentle and elegant like a fairy, the evil corpse is arrogant like a demon, and the self is gray-haired, and no one can connect them with Hongjun in the outside world.

Three corpses testify!

Hongjun respects them and is willing to listen to their opinions before preaching, "I am about to preach and establish a Taoist lineage, are you willing to help me?" ”

Bai Ze responded with a smile, and caught a glimpse of the evil corpse standing with his arms crossed, without speaking, and couldn't help but give a look at the evil corpse he hadn't seen for a long time.

[Don't do it against the body at this time.] 】

[I want you to take care of it. 】

[Hongjun will soon be able to join the way, and when the time comes, the feelings will be weak, and he will definitely not be affectionate when he cleans you up. 】

【……】

As the future crisis approached, the evil corpse pinched its nose and bowed its head.

He let go of his past grievances and said helplessly: "The higher your cultivation, the higher my cultivation can improve, if I don't help you, who can I help." ”

Hongjun bowed his head happily, and his gaze turned to the third corpse, which had been getting colder and colder recently.

Seeing that Hongjun needed his support, he nodded, "As long as you don't get dizzy and mess up the position of Dao Ancestor, I will definitely be on your side." ”

Hongjun said indifferently: "I thought I was very reliable in your heart." ”

The ego gave a strange expression, "Usually. In the second half of the sentence, he said: "The premise is that you don't touch Rahu, every time you are with Rahu, I see a toothache." ”

Greasy!

Self-loathing looks at one's own being.

At the same time, Bai Ze and the evil corpse both laughed, "That's right! ”

Hongjun ignored them and put the sorted jade plaque in front of them, "Show me it and put forward your opinions." ”

His three corpses were collectively stunned.

Damn, what is this mountain of things!

At this time, only the old man's outward self could tremble and ask, "I see that there are a lot of them, how long are you going to preach?" ”

Hongjun said calmly and calmly: "Three thousand, how can it be short." ”

Bai Ze flicked his fingers and counted, "Dao" is a very profound thing, and it is indispensable to get a first glimpse of the threshold, not to mention the three thousand avenues, which are all-encompassing. He counted it as one year according to a great avenue, and Hongjun wanted to finish it for at least three thousand years!

Don't you need to catch your breath!

The good corpse only dares to slander in his heart, but the evil corpse is much more straightforward, "Are you planning to drive them all crazy?" ”

Hongjun shook his head, "I believe in their desire to seek the truth. ”

Receiving the ontological confident answer, the three corpses all felt that the Honghuang monk was a little pitiful. The Chaos Demon God has no concept of time, it doesn't mean that the Flood Desolation Monk has no concept of time!

With the same confidence as in the mystery, Hongjun began to discuss the details of the sermon with his three corpses. The three corpses are all individuals who have been differentiated from him, and in short, the brain circuits can be more or less connected to him, and he does not worry about the incomprehensible situation.

After careful adjustment by the three corpses, a textbook that took 3,000 years to complete appeared.

Bai Ze's eyes were full of respect when he looked at Hongjun.

In the words of Rahu, this is the conscience of the industry!

With the completion of the task, Hongjun let the good corpse and the evil corpse go back wherever they want. The only thing left in front of him was the ego, and the ego actually wanted to go, but Hongjun's eyes were staring at him tightly, making his hairs stand on end.

Is the ontology narcissistic?

The ego touched his old skin and felt unlikely.

Unexpectedly, Hongjun said: "You look very good. ”

Ego: "......"

Hongjun sighed: "In terms of appearance, I lack this advantage of yours. The ego's cheek twitched and replied, "I haven't seen you for a while, your aesthetics are distorted?" ”

Where does his old orange peel look good!

If it weren't for the original attempt to avoid Rahu, he wouldn't have become like this, and in the end he was disliked by Rahu so much that he didn't want it.

Hongjun frowned, "Summer insects can't talk about ice. ”

The self looked at him coldly, and wanted to turn his face, "You don't want to learn from Rahu to speak and explain your meaning clearly." ”

"Your appearance is more suitable to be a teacher."

“…… Yes? ”

"Although beauty and ugliness are appearances, people in the world are often confused and easily lack respect."

Saying these words, Hongjun inevitably remembered that Rahu, the two little ghosts, Garuda and Kong Xuan, had deep feelings for Rahu, but Rahu's behavior and gorgeous appearance caused them to have little reverence for Rahu.

Hongjun is the patriarch who wants to start Taoism, how can he make the same mistake.

"I'm going to preach in your image."

"You ......"

I swallowed the persuasion and looked at the firmness of the ontology.

"Whatever you want." I couldn't stand Hongjun's persistence, and quickly turned into a ray of light and drilled into Hongjun's eyebrows. After obtaining his consent, Hongjun's handsome and unequaled appearance showed signs of aging, such as jet-black hair dyed frost white, and he became an old man in a moment.

The pig-killing knife of time is perfectly presented in him.

Hongjun waved his hand, and a water mirror stood in front of him.

Looking at the unfathomable old man in the mirror, Hongjun thought about it and replaced the purple robe that Luo Hu always called "Sao Bao".

In the mirror, the old man in gray sits on a cloud bed, as if he has insight into everything in the world.

"Looks pretty good."

After talking to himself, his gaze suddenly looked at the main hall.

In the main hall, someone walked to the fifth position of the seven futons!

"Sister, there's a futon to sit on." Fu Xi walked quickly, and Liansheng and Sanqing didn't have time to say hello, so he turned back and said with a smile on his face.

Nuwa's cheeks had extra dimples, and she walked over happily, "Won't my brother sit?" ”

"Sister sit." Fu Xi said generously.

When the brother and sister were talking warmly, there was another figure outside Zixiao Palace. When the green-robed young man saw the empty futon in the main hall, he didn't even blink his eyelids, and sat directly down where Fu Xi wanted Nuwa to sit.

Fu Xi recognized the other party and was stunned.

Nuwa, who didn't know Yang Mei, stared at her round eyes, this person was so rude!

Yang Mei pursed his lips and reminded them: "What do you see, isn't there still a place in the back?" ”

He pointed to the two empty spots next to him.

Nuwa gave him a blank look, and her favorability towards Yang Mei plummeted. She swayed and pulled her brother to the side, occupying the two positions in the back one after another, saving herself from such a delay, and there was not even a place to rest. 166 Reading Network