On both sides of the gate of Zixiao Palace, there were two golden boys and jade girls standing there waiting for everyone's arrival, thinking that they were the famous Haotian God and Yaochi Golden Mother in their previous life, which made Yuan Gang can't help but take a few more looks, and then walked into the main hall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the front of the main hall is a high platform, on which there is a futon, which is supposed to be the place where Hongjun will preach later, and there are six purple groups under the high platform, but there are already people sitting on it.

On the first futon sat a white-haired, fairy-like 'old man'; on the second futon sat a middle-aged 'uncle' with a dignified face and not angry and arrogant; and on the third futon sat a resolute-looking and fierce 'old man' On the fourth futon sat a dignified-looking, holy and kind woman in palace clothes, and it is especially noted that behind this woman in palace clothes, there was also a middle-aged man who looked at the woman with a doting face; on the fifth futon sat a middle-aged Taoist man in a big red robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and at first glance he was a good gentleman; and on the sixth futon sat a figure like an old professor in a black robe and a profound temperament.

Behind these six people, there are a few people sitting there, all of them are famous big names in later generations, Di Jun is dressed in a gorgeous golden robe, with a gentle smile on his face, and can talk to anyone a few words, which makes people's hearts warm, like a spring breeze; Next to it is the same outfit, holding a small clock in his hand and constantly playing, domineering Taiyi; Dressed in a bloody robe, with two swords behind his back, and a bloody aura on his body, he stood alone in the corner of the Styx Ancestor; With a smile in his eyes, his face is indeed plain, holding a whisk in his hand, he has a fairy style, and people feel that he is worthy of a sincere immortal at a glance.......

Yuan Gang saw that it was still early, so he also found a futon to sit down, closed his eyes and thought about the realization just now, this Zixiao Palace is the dojo of the first saint of the flood wilderness, the Tao is high-spirited, the law is clear, it is a good place to participate in the avenue of enlightenment.

After a while, two more women in palace costumes and ten burly, angry 'bodyguards' walked in from the outside, the two women, one with a peaceful expression and a kind face, and the other with a cold expression, not approaching, looking cold.

After that, many powerful people came in one after another, and at this moment, Yuan Gang opened his eyes and swept through the main hall, "Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight people." Yuan Gang muttered to the side and then looked at the door, waiting for the following incident to give up his seat.

When the golden boy and girl at the door were about to close the door, someone at the gate of the palace shouted: "Mo Guan, Mo Guan." "Two people entered again from outside the palace, but these are two Taoists from the West.

The two of them repaired the destroyed leylines in the Western Wilderness, and their mana was greatly damaged, and when they came, their mana had not yet recovered, and they finally arrived at Zixiao Palace all the way, but the clothes were somewhat damaged, and their hair was a little messy.

"Hehe, the two of us arrived at the last moment, you are polite, I am a quasi-Taoist on the West Wilderness Sumeru Mountain, this is my Taoist brother to guide the Taoist, I live in the west with my brother, but this distance is a little far, but I can't live with you Taoist friends in the long time." The character of the Zhun Tidao seems to be very cheerful, and his words are also very sure, and after a few words, the embarrassing situation of his two brothers was resolved.

"It's not too late, the Sage Avenue hasn't started yet, and we're waiting here, I know the great virtue of the two Taoist friends, the two must be very tired now, so I'll give up this futon to the two." Hongyun had traveled to the Western Wilderness, and knowing the efforts of these two people to repair the veins of the Western Wilderness, he was very impressed in his heart, so he gave up the futon.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Dao, sit up." Zhun Ti didn't expect someone to give them the futon, so he was stunned and immediately thanked him, and then helped the guide up, and he sat behind the lead.

After Hongyun gave up his seat, he preached to the people next to him about Zhun Ti and led the two of them to pay for the West Wilderness, which attracted a burst of admiration from everyone in the palace, and Kunpeng Daoist was also impressed, so he gave up his seat to the quasi-Tidao person, and let the quasi-Tidao person thank him again.

Yuan Gang has been paying attention to Hongyun's actions, and now Hongyun has taken the initiative to give up the futon, and Zhun Ti is not as scoundrel as described in later generations, but Zhun Ti's informality has made many people nod secretly, Yuan Gang was still a little puzzled at first, but then he figured it out, at this time, Hongjun's preaching is imminent, and what is happening now is only known to Hongjun Ancestor except for those who survived the catastrophe later, and the people of later generations can know? Most of them are based on a few words, slowly saturating things, but it is normal to deviate.

Now the number of people in Zixiao Palace, plus the introduction and Zhun Ti who had just arrived, was just three thousand, and the gate of Zixiao Palace closed by itself after the introduction and Zhun Ti came in, as if waiting for the two of them, everyone sat on the futon with a futon, and sat on the ground without a futon, all holding their breath and waiting for the saint to speak.

With the Kunpeng seat, you can hear the sound of "dang", the bell rings, an old man does not know where to come, the face is strange, the breath is like nothing, erratic, standing in front of a bell boy, that is, the later Haotian God. I saw the ancestor holding a bowl in his hand and a bamboo cane in the other, and said: "From now on, we will do it in order according to the current position, and we must not act rashly." Then he began to preach.

I saw a dark jade butterfly hovering above the head of Hongjun Dao people, sprinkled with immeasurable cold brilliance, five qi rolling, transpiring upward, forming 10,000 acres of colorless Qingyun, three big purple lotus rooted on it, stretching the stem and spreading the leaves, its stem is straight, the lotus leaf is verdant and dripping, the petals are as big as a wheel, spinning non-stop, one breath and one breath only to see the infinite starlight, sprinkled with boundless nectar, the inscription of the Dao Dao Dao above the void formed a boundless chaotic breath in the chaos and turned into a golden flower Ruiqi, floating down to the dojo.

Countless murals appeared on the walls of Zixiao Palace, but they were images of Pangu opening the sky and the war of the three clans, and the characters on the murals began to change, as if they were alive, and finally all the murals became the image of the three thousand cultivators under Zixiao Palace listening to the sermon.

Above the palace, the fog spreads, the fairy music surrounds the beams, the aura turns into a crane in the clouds and mist keeps shuttling, the palace gushes golden lotus, replenishes the aura for everyone, the green dragon chants, the white tiger walks, the vermilion bird flies, and the Xuanwu whispers. The chaotic qi appeared in the main hall, sometimes turning into yin and yang, sometimes divided into earth, fire, water and wind, and sometimes divided into the five elements of heaven and earth.

Hongjun sage behind a "Dao" word gradually manifested, a word is enough to contain all things, if someone now open their eyes, you can see this "Dao" word, it has no law of breath, no momentum, just like this appeared behind Hongjun, a "Dao" word zigzag without a little calligraphy at all, but all the people who see it will not think that this is a word, it is "Dao".

The first person in the audience is too Qingdao people, sitting with his eyes closed, quiet and inaction, showing very, his expression is not the slightest, and he quietly comprehends the mixed yuan avenue, from time to time it is the top of the three flowers, the five qi chaoyuan, the evolution of the Dao fruit, with the three red lotus floating and sinking on the mu of red Qingyun, shaking his head with the sound of the Daozu Avenue, swaying, yin and yang changes, and Tai Chi flowing.

The Yuqing Taoist on the side still maintains a serious and dangerous sitting, and the thousands of golden flowers and golden lamps on Qingyun sometimes dissipate, sometimes condense, and each time after dissipating and condensing, the Taoist rhyme on the golden flower and golden lamp is deeper, and the rui qi is brilliant, hanging upside down, covering its face in a hazy way;

Shangqing Daoist straightened his waist, closed his eyes tightly, and the five qi above his head turned into white waves and washed back and forth on Qingyun, and the three big green lotuses floated and floated, wandering back and forth, thousands of sword qi looming, and these three obviously gained a lot with the help of Pangu relics.