Chapter Two Hundred and Seven

As fate would have it, except for the two guys who arrived in advance, Jia Luo and Kong Xuan, the others arrived one after another in the order of hearing the sermon in Zixiao Palace for the first time.

The first is Lao Tzu, the beginning of the Yuan, and Tongtian.

Sanqing sat down and said hello to Liansheng, who smiled back.

He rarely interacts with Sanqing, but he has always had a good relationship.

Then Tongtian set his eyes on the two little ones, Garuda and Kong Xuan sat in the corner of the wall sluggishly, as if they were two little birds that no one wanted. Tongtian beckoned to them, "There's a place here, why don't you sit?" ”

Four of the seven futons were occupied, and three more were vacant there.

Garuda whispered, "You can't sit." ”

Kong Xuan looked at the ground in a daze, not wanting to look at the futon again.

Tongtian was surprised, but when he was about to get up and go over there to ask, Yuan Shi stepped on the hem of his clothes, almost causing Tongtian to fall on his head.

Tongtian said angrily: "Second brother! ”

Yuan Shi said unhappily and angrily: "Sit down honestly for me." ”

Tongtian looked at him in amazement.

Not only that, Lao Tzu also agreed with Yuan Shi's statement and said to Tongtian: "Sit down." ”

Tongtian looked left and right, and finally sat back on the futon under Hongjun's indifferent gaze, sulking alone. He sensed that the two brothers knew something, but he didn't know, hateful! Next time, he'll hone his deduction skills!

The next one to arrive is Yang Mei, green like a willow, verdant and pleasant.

He came unhurriedly, and he was not surprised to see Hongjun on the cloud bed, bowed his head to the other party, and then sat down on the fifth futon.

As soon as he sat down, Yang Mei's divine thoughts contacted Garuda and Kong Xuan, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, they are all sad." ”

Garuda sniffed, "Uncle Yang Mei......"

Kong Xuan said depressedly: "My heart is so tired. ”

Yang Mei smiled, "Let me guess what happened to you." He sat cross-legged, smoothing the folds of his sleeves, looking extremely relaxed, "Seeing a few more seats, my heart is tempted, and I want to sit on it, right?" ”

In response to him were two silent thoughts.

Yang Mei didn't blame them, and enlightened: "But you have to think about it, if there is no Lotus Sheng, can you two arrive at Zixiao Palace so early?" ”

Garuda and Kong Xuan: "......"

Sounds like it makes sense.

"Of course, I'm also perfunctory to your statement." Yang Mei shattered the self-deception of the two teenagers, "It's useless for you to come to Zixiao Palace through Liansheng, this hearing has decided the candidate a long time ago, and your cultivation is not enough, so you can't participate in this competition." ”

Kong Xuan's black and bright eyes widened, and he asked Yang Mei silently.

He is the pinnacle of Da Luo Jin Immortal!

Yang Mei said in his thoughts: "It's useless, the time for you to break through the peak of Da Luo Jin Immortal is too short, and your luck is not long enough, Liansheng and I are both quasi-saint cultivators, Sanqing is to occupy the atmospheric luck and great merit, and the last two positions are in a pending state." ”

Kong Xuan thought of what happened before, and his heart twitched, "Uncle Yang Mei, will something happen to the guide and Zhun Ti?" ”

Garuda's eyes were filled with worry.

Yang Mei thought about it and said, "I'm not sure, everything depends on chance." ”

After solving their doubts, Yang Mei appropriately brushed some favorability for Luo Hu, "Garuda, Kong Xuan, you have to believe that what your master should have taken into account for you, and did not let you participate for the sake of your safety." ”

The two teenagers cheered up and said seriously, "We understand. ”

Hearing the word is an opportunity.

The futon is also a chance.

It's already a huge benefit for them to get one.

This time, the difficulty of finding Zixiao Palace was greatly reduced compared to the last time, and within three days, the seven ground groups of Zixiao Palace were full of people. When the guide and the quasi-lift came, they were greatly relieved, for fear that the futon would lose seats for the two of them.

People are here.

During the period when Hongjun was waiting, Luo Hu also came to Zixiao Palace in a bright and bright way, and he walked around to the direction of the apse and entered through the window. With the first lesson, Rahu didn't want to wait any longer until the sermon was over.

Lying on the bed on his back, Rahu's fingers quickly folded a few white paper cranes, and after folding, he also set up a formation to hide the paper cranes on them to ensure that they would not be discovered by those who were not as good as themselves.

This time listening to the sermon can become the black history of some saints.

He didn't want to miss it.

Ten paper cranes flew in the air, and Rahu tapped their beaks to light them up with a glimmer of wisdom. The paper cranes disappeared into the air one by one, some of them were tasked with recording the affairs of Zixiao Palace, some were tasked with going to the Nether to watch the reactions of other people listening to the sermon, and some were watching to see when the best peaches in the peach orchard were ripe.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hongjun glanced at a paper crane that had landed on the beam of the room, and made sure that the crane would not interfere with the sermon, so he did not move to get rid of them.

The sermon is very important, and so is Rahu's mood, and he can't just snub Rahu for thousands of years.

Otherwise......

There is no hope of remarriage.

Hongjun thought about these things, maintaining an unfathomable smile.

A month later, the main hall of Zixiao Palace was still bustling, and it was difficult to fill the entire hall, but in contrast, the steps outside the main hall were overcrowded, and every monk had a pair of expectant eyes, eager to hear the Great Dao.

Hongjun was relieved.

In order to fulfill their desires, 5,000 years of preaching is imperative!

As soon as the saint thought of it, the hearts of all living beings suddenly shuddered.

After Hongjun saw that the number of people exceeded the standard, Fang slowly said the highlight of the day.

"I am Hongjun, this is the second time that Zixiao Palace has opened the altar to preach, and all living beings can listen to it."

There was an uproar inside and outside Zixiao Palace.

Can all beings hear the sermon?

When they were shocked, Hongjun's voice had already spread all over the desolate land, deep into the Netherworld Blood Sea, deep underground, high into the Nine Heavenly Court, and Zhou Tian in the Star Dou.

All living beings in the wilderness have heard Hongjun's words!

In an instant, all forces focused on the matter of listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace.

In the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Di Jun and Tai Yi sat on the throne, and when they heard Hongjun's words, they all showed a little complexity.

They took Rahu's proposal and did not go to Zixiao Palace to hear the sermon, but they did not expect that even if they did not go, they could still get the benefit of hearing the sermon, so as to ...... They owe Rahu a great favor.

Taiyi said happily: "Rahu really helped us!" ”

Dijun nodded.

If it weren't for that, they would have to worship Hongjun as half a teacher.

Under the mountain, the twelve ancestors who didn't want to listen to the sermon at all were all confused.

They have no interest in hearing the sermon!

Houtu's face was as pale as paper: "This is also terrible......"

Di Jiang had never heard the sermon and disagreed, "He preaches his sermon, we do our own thing, and he doesn't care whether we listen to the sermon or not." ”

Hou Tu said bitterly: "Brother Dijiang, things are not so simple! The sermons of Hongjun's predecessors are unpredictable, and they can even enter our dreams! Last time, I dreamed of a terrifying monster! ”

Di Jiang didn't believe it, "No." ”

Where is this preaching, it is obvious that preaching has to go crazy, right?

Houtu said sadly, "We'd better hear the end honestly, or God knows what strange things will appear in the dream." ”

It's a pity that her words, the ancestors and witches will believe it and don't take it too seriously.

Zhu Rong patted Houtu's shoulder, "Sister, you think too much, we don't want to hear the sermon, can anyone force us to listen?" "The Flood Desolation Wu Clan is notoriously unenlightened by the Heavenly Dao, and if they don't cultivate the Heavenly Dao, they can kill those fragile cultivators with just their bodies.

"You'll find out later." Houtu lamented.

There was no need to wait, after Hongjun's opening remarks were finished, the sound of the sermon spread from the Zixiao Palace thirty-three days away.

From top to bottom, left to right.

Shroud in the wilderness!

Simply put, enlightened beings all over the world are listening to him!

In the apse of Zixiao Palace, Luo Hu took out two special earplugs, stuffed them into his ears, and then set up a formation to block external sounds, and happily sat at the head of the bed with his legs crossed to eat peaches, and this year's freshly ripened peaches were exceptionally sweet.

"Enjoy Hongjun's preaching." Rahu smiled and muttered to himself.

In order to be able to let Hongjun speak for five thousand years, he also made a lot of effort to piece together the Dao of the Chaos Demon God with Hongjun. Even the Taoist classic theories of later generations were copied by him to Hongjun, and Hongjun helped digest them and tell them to others.

Preach the Tao with strength, preach the Tao with merit, preach the Tao by beheading three corpses, and preach the Tao by killing......

There are a variety of methods.

With a click, Luo Hu ate all the peach meat, and the peach pit left behind was thrown out of the window by him, turning into a meteor and falling into the peach orchard.

"I'd better summon the crane back in a few hundred years."

After wiping his fingers, he pulled up the futon and fell asleep.

Those Dao sounds like magic sounds blocked his ears, and they didn't affect his sleep quality in the slightest. In the dream, a mass of gas connected to his soul also slept sweetly, and he had no interest in the dry sermons.

After sleeping lightly for an unknown amount of time, Rahu stretched out a snow-white wrist from the bed curtain.

The soft fingertips are slightly raised.

After a while, a paper crane flew in through the door.

The paper crane passed the message to Rahu, and the beauty in red, who was still half-awake and half-asleep, immediately laughed on the bed and almost fell out of bed.

It turned out that this paper crane was monitoring the situation in the Flood Desolation Continent, and the Flood Desolation in the Nether Realm was ...... The two tribes ceased fighting, and all living beings fell into a state of dementia by hearing the word.

Not to mention the Lich War, the Demon Emperor, the Eastern Emperor, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches all want to cover their ears and shield themselves from the outside world.

In this world, there are ...... who can turn the tide of the situation by themselves.

Only Hongjun is alone. 166 Reading Network