Chapter Thirty-Eight: Listening to the Word, Trouble, and Fate Are Over

This news can be said to have subverted Qin Lang's previous cognition.

Fortunately, Qin Lang has no regrets left by his fear of the Heavenly Dao so far.

After knowing how the Heavenly Dao operated, Qin Lang could be more unscrupulous in the future.

As for merit, Hongjun didn't mention anything.

This made Qin Lang even more sure of his previous guess!

It seems that merit is indeed a tool for controlling sentient beings.

It only took more than 2,000 years for Hongjun to stop preaching.

It is more accurate not to preach.

It's an encouragement and admonition from a senior to a junior...

Sometimes they will persuade everyone to calm down and do penance, or they will explain in detail how greed, hatred, ignorance, and delusion make everyone's Taoist heart dusty.

Anyway, it sounds like the most obvious truth to Qin Lang, and there is no law at all.

It's like the kind of leader who gives a speech and says whatever comes to mind.

After listening to it for a long time, it even made Qin Lang feel like he had been poured chicken soup for the soul for two thousand years.

"The way of heaven is incomplete, and the poor way will be in line with the Tao after this sermon. Do you have any questions?"

As soon as Hongjun's words came out, everyone present showed frightened expressions and begged Hongjun not to cooperate.

What's more, they directly crawled on the ground and cried, which was much more pious than the filial sons and grandsons of later generations.

Why are there so many plays?

Qin Lang didn't know if these people were sincere.

But at least, Qin Lang felt that Hongjun was just a choice made in order to seek a breakthrough.

At this time, Zixiao Palace was already in a mess, and there was still a little bit of the place where the immortal families gathered.

Maybe it's because he stands out too much, and Hongjun, who overlooks all living beings, inadvertently makes eye contact with him.

This made Qin Lang a little uneasy!

Why was he negligent at such a time?

However, Hongjun didn't care about this, and quickly retracted his gaze.

"Okay, don't make a noise, if you have any questions, just ask. ”

As soon as these words came out, the complacent Emperor Jun was the first to stand up and said: "Teacher Qiyu, I and Taiyi jointly established the demon clan, are I qualified to lead the desolate beings?"

"Time is also fate... How far you two can do it doesn't depend on my attitude. However, there are nine Heavenly Dao Holy Thrones, and there are six under my Gate. ”

"Dare to ask the teacher, who can be sanctified?"

Qin Lang saw that it was Lao Tzu who spoke, and he was so tired in his heart.

Isn't that clear, so why bother?

To say that Hongjun is really good-tempered...

Hearing such a question, he was not annoyed, and said to Sanqing with a smile: "The three of you, with the blessing of Pangu Relic, you can become holy." ”

"Thank you for your mercy. ”

Qin Lang saw Sanqing bowing down sincerely, and instantly understood the meaning of the sentence 'fairy tales are all lies...'.

In his opinion, even if the three of them didn't come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Tao, relying on the merits they inherited from the Open Heaven would be enough to preach.

This kneeling has brought out the arrogance of the descendants of Pangu...

"Nuwa, you also have great luck. It's just that whether or not you can be sanctified or not, there is another chance..."

"I beg the teacher to clear up your doubts. “

"The east wind gathers purple gas, and the water and wood are prosperous and springy... This is a common opportunity for your brother and sister, go back and understand it. ”

I saw that after Hongjun said this, he gave a Hongmeng purple qi to Nuwa.

However, Hongjun then took out two Hongmeng purple gases: "Pick up Zhun Ti, Poor Dao once fought with Rahu in the West. As a result, the spiritual veins of the Western Continent are stored in one in ten steps, and these two Hongmeng purple qi should be used as poor paths to repay cause and effect..."

Qin Lang saw that the result was different from what he knew, but his heart was actually quite complicated.

But when the people present saw that the six holy positions were divided, they cried again.

Drama Spirit!

I really admire their magic skills of crying when they say they cry!

Although Qin Lang wanted to follow the crowd at this time, he really couldn't cry at all.

But his performance once again caught Hongjun's attention.

I saw Hongjun wave his hand casually, hold everyone up and say: "Lingxuanzi, although you have no chance to be on the holy throne, you have great merit and perseverance, and you can escape the universe without disasters and disasters." Whether or not you can attain the Great Dao depends on whether you work hard. ”

"Dare to ask the teacher, what is the difference between the Dao of Attainment and the Saint?"

Qin Lang saw that Tongtian, one of the three Qings, came out to steal the show at this time, and felt inexplicable gratitude to Tongtian in his heart.

Good assist!

Qin Lang didn't expect Hongjun to mention him at all, let alone make a head bird at this time.

Being interrupted like this has reduced the sense of presence a little.

"It's just the same path. The saint is not the end of the path, and there are many realms above it. They are all expected to break through the realm of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal, and it doesn't matter whether there is Hongmeng Purple Qi or not. Lingxuanzi, Poor Dao intends to give you the position of Xuanmen Dharma Protector, are you willing to accept it?"

"Students are willing..."

Does he have a choice?

Fortunately, Hongjun did not confiscate him as an apprentice nor gave him Hongmeng Purple Qi, otherwise he would really be doomed.

"Very good!"

However, after Hongjun said this, he threw out a Hongmeng purple gas.

When this Hongmeng purple qi was taken away by Hongyun, Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Holy Throne has been divided, and the Dharma Protector has returned to his place. Do you still have doubts?"

"Teacher, since we all have the possibility of preaching. Then dare to ask the teacher, how should we preach?"

"Wait! The Tao is natural, when you comprehend the true meaning of the Tao, when you will be able to preach the Tao. ”

It's the same as not saying it...

Qin Lang didn't ask for anything anymore, he just wanted to leave Zixiao Palace quickly.

But Hongjun then took out a few more spiritual treasures and said: "Since you and the other six are poor Dao disciples, they should hold heavy treasures. Come forward in turn and try your chance. ”

Lao Tzu stepped forward first and got a picture.

The original is second, and it has to be done.

Through the sky again, get a picture of four swords.

The remaining few spiritual treasures automatically flew into the hands of Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti.

However, Hongjun didn't comment on this, and waved his hand to let the six people retreat.

"There are still some spiritual treasures and spiritual roots collected by the poor Dao over the years on the treasure cliff outside the hall, so let's wait for each one by chance. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the guests in Zixiao Palace rushed out of the hall.

Qin Lang didn't have much interest in the magic weapon, and chose to stand at the back of the line.

When he arrived, everyone was already showing their powers, trying to get more magic weapons.

Qin Lang just casually played a mana, and after getting a few spiritual roots, he didn't get anything more.

Sure enough, the treasure of Hongjun has nothing to do with him.

Although he is a protector of the Dharma, the actual benefits are few.

However, Qin Lang did not get entangled because of this, but returned to Zixiao Palace.

It is now more than 300 years before the end of the third sermon.

Qin Lang felt that the past three hundred years were estimated to be the core of the third sermon.

Sure enough, not long after he returned to Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's six apprentices also returned.

However, until the gate of Zixiao Palace was closed, no one returned.

"Hey, the fate of the poor road and them is over..."