233. And after three hundred years, the saints have rightly enlightened people

The clouds and mist are ethereal, like ribbons flickering, and the spiritual veins are bent like dragons.

At the foot of the mountain, a monk who climbed the stone ladder on foot raised his head and looked at the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain.

"I have been walking in the wilderness since I took shape, and I have seen more than 10 million mountains and rivers, but I have never seen such a scale of aura!

When a casual cultivator next to him heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "You are just a true immortal, you have only walked for a hundred years, how many worlds can you see? I am now a Xuan Immortal rank, and I have been practicing for three hundred years, and I have been to this Kunlun Mountain many times, but every time I see it, the feeling of worship is a little thicker, let alone you little guy?"

The Sanxiu who spoke for the first time turned red, knowing that he had lost his normal heart in front of the beautiful scenery in front of him, and he had lost his caution in front of these fellow Daoists. However, compared to the business of this trip, these are not worth mentioning, so he asked: "Senior, have you been to Kunlun Mountain before?"

"I've been here. I've heard the saints preach twice!"

The young cultivator was taken aback: "The saint only preached twice in total, and you have been here before?"

"It's nature. The elder Sanxiu did not reserve any reservations, and said directly: "What a blessing it is to be able to hear the saint preach? Where do I dare to go elsewhere, and it would not be a great pity if I miss it?" 233. And after three hundred years, the saint has rightly enlightened people

The young cultivator suddenly felt a sense of confidant in his heart, and nodded again and again: "What the predecessor said is true!" After a pause, he couldn't help but envy and said: "The predecessor is really a good fortune, born three hundred years ago, I can hear the teachings of the saint twice!"

"Am I a good fortune?" said the elder Sanxiu with a wry smile and stopped. Looking at the top of his head, his expression was both unwilling and yearning, and his voice was a little dry: "The real good fortune is them!"

The young cultivators didn't know what was going on, and they all looked up, but they saw twelve rays of light suddenly crossing the sky and shooting straight towards the Kunlun mountainside. That auspicious cloud Ruiqi spread out very consciously. For the twelve rays of light to enter it, it will reunite and cover everything up.

"This—This is actually flying into the saint's dojo. How can you be so presumptuous-" The young Sanxiu was surprised, and when he saw the look of the old Sanxiu, he couldn't help but be stunned. With a turn in his mind, he reacted: "That's the saint's personal disciple?"

The elder Sanxiu smiled bitterly and nodded.

The young Sanxiu looked like he was immediately changing, the same unwillingness, the same yearning, and even a trace of jealousy, and said in the same dry voice: "If I had been transformed three hundred years ago, ......

The two were stunned for a moment, and then they were suddenly pushed by the monk behind them and glared angrily. The two of them knew that they were standing here blocking the way of others, and even blocking the entire team, so they immediately stopped thinking about anything else, and subconsciously glanced at Xiangyun Ruiqi again, and then buried their heads forward again. 233. And after three hundred years, the saints have rightly enlightened people

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Three hundred years ago. In the final battle, the two lich clans withdrew from the stage of the flood wilderness, and the flood wilderness truly entered the era of respecting the saints. Because the tribulation ended, the heavens and the earth were instantly clear, and countless creatures came out. Add to that the vast tract of land and resources left behind by the Lich Clan's withdrawal. In a blink of an eye, the flood famine changed from a melee-fighting tribulation to a vigorous new life.

At the same time, the Great Sect of the Sage also coincidentally opened the mountain gate to absorb disciples. Taiqing Daode Tianzun set up a human teaching dojo in Yangshan, Yuqing Primitive Tianzun set up a teaching dojo in Kunlun Mountain, and Shangqing Daode Tianzun set up a sectarian dojo on Jinao Island above the East China Sea. The Western Sect is the same at all, and Lingshan is still the Western Sect Dojo.

These saints in the Great Religion. Except for the Taishang Sage, the human sect has no intention of accepting disciples, expounding the teaching, intercepting the teaching, and the Western religion have all opened their doors to absorb disciples. Because the monks in the middle of the desolate region were too far away from the East China Sea and Lingshan, they flocked to Kunlun Mountain.

However, what the monks did not expect was that the primordial saint who expounded the religion had already received twelve disciples in the last tribulation three hundred years ago! In desperation, the scattered cultivators could only wait for a sermon once every hundred years. Fortunately, there were rumors that the saint would also accept another disciple among the listeners, which made many monks not make up their minds to abandon the Kunlun Mountain in front of them and seek opportunities on Jinao Island in the East China Sea or Lingshan Mountain in the West. ...,233.And after three hundred years, the saints have just enlightened people

233. And after three hundred years, the saints have rightly enlightened people

Today is the third centenary period, the day of the third sermon of the saints. Therefore, on the stone path outside Kunlun Mountain, there were monks who walked on foot and came to listen to the sermon.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sun has risen from the ground level to mid-air. The monks had already recorded the spaciousness, boundlessness of the square, and their eyes were looking forward to the front of the square.

At the foremost is a high platform with a yellow futon on it. Under the high platform is a row of monks, a total of twelve people, the breath on the body is not ordinary, the light of the spiritual treasure envelops the body, it is the twelve personal disciples of the saint. Beyond them was an open field, and the monks sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting to hear the sermon.

After a while, the disciples of the twelve lineage disciples got up, walked to the side of the high platform with a solemn face, and slammed the golden bell erected there. A bell rang, and all the monks sat upright, very serious.

The bell ringer looked around and didn't notice anything wrong, so he shouted, "Respectfully teacher!"

All the monks shouted together, "Teacher!"

When the words fell, the monks raised their heads again, and they saw that the Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun had indeed appeared on the futon as before. A heroic aura and the vast sky became one, and came to the top of the monks' heads, so that everyone involuntarily shouted again: "Meet the Supreme Sage of Yuqing!" 233. And after three hundred years, the saint has rightly enlightened people

The saint nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the monks one by one, and after seeming to see everyone through, he finally spoke.

"Whether there is a mixture or not, it is said that the Tao ......"

The true transmission of the Great Dao came out of the saint's mouth one by one, and the golden lotus heavenly sound quietly appeared, flying around the monks. In just an instant, all the monks were already addicted to it, and their spirits were ethereal.

In this way, the seven days and seven nights passed quickly, and the saint stopped preaching and remained silent. After the monks sobered up, although they had the heart to continue listening, they were powerless to do so, so they could only bow and thank them.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

The saint nodded slowly, not saying a word. His gaze swept over the twelve disciples, and then at the monks.

According to the law of the previous two times, this saint was about to leave at this time, and he did not want to stay today, which attracted the attention and speculation of all the monks.

Isn't it a saint who wants to choose another disciple?

This speculation came to the minds of the monks, causing everyone's eyes to widen and hold their breath.

While everyone was speculating, the saint suddenly tapped a monk and asked, "Are you a human race?"

The monk was so excited that he immediately stood up and said, "Yes." Poor Dao is a human race born on the coast of the East China Sea a hundred years ago!"233. And after three hundred years, the saint has been enlightening people

The saint nodded lightly: "I have something that needs your time, are you willing?"

The monk immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Please send the saint!"

The sage nodded with satisfaction and said, "Three hundred years have passed, and the twelve disciples under my seat should enter the human race for indoctrination, and you will be the guide!

The monk was overjoyed and immediately said, "This life will be fulfilled!"

"Good. You can go now!"

As the sage spoke, the twelve disciples disappeared with the monk with a wave of his robe. Glancing at the monks, he also disappeared abruptly, leaving only one sentence floating in the air.

"Let's go away!"

The monks looked at each other, but they had no choice but to disperse on their own.

Three thousand miles away, twelve saint disciples were asking the Terran monk for his name. The Terran monk saluted back respectfully and replied, "Poor Antarctic." ”