Xiao Daotong held the blanket and stood aside.

Zhang Zifan reacted, but fortunately, no one knew what the system was.

"Xiaoyi, you won't supervise for a while The palace potatoes for the sacrifice are ready, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Daotong hurriedly said: "Master Priest, just now Steward Wang asked me to come to you, saying that a new batch of Taixi chicken has come in, and I want you to taste it at night." ”

Since Hongjun's manifestation, Chen Guo, Tang State and other countries have always kept no cost of the supply of the True Temple.

Knowing that Lord Shinjin seems to love chicken, he naturally searches for all kinds of famous chickens all over the world.

Zhang Zifan nodded, and then shook his head: "Taixi's chicken, it is indeed a fresh product from afar, but Lao Wang is too unassertive."

A new style of chicken is here, you can taste it yourself, every time you have to make me an idea, I have a headache......"

Xiao Daotong covered his mouth and smiled: "Lord Priest, the king steward said, you are the first chicken in the world sealed by His Majesty King Chen's royal mouth, so naturally I still want to invite you to taste it." ”

"Damn Wang Fugui!"

Zhang Zifan knew what Xiao Daotong was laughing at, "What do you mean that I am the number one chicken in the world who is personally sealed, look back and don't tear his mouth apart!"

Xiao Daotong put the blanket on the arm of the rocking chair and giggled away.

Zhang Zifan didn't feel cold originally, but when he saw this blanket, he felt cold, and hurriedly wrapped it around his body.

Speaking of which, this blanket is very soft, and it seems to be a high-end product from Dashi.

I don't know where this Tong Xiaoyi got such high-end goods.

Wrapped in a woolen blanket, Zhang Zifan's drowsiness has decreased a lot.

The reason why he came to the edge of the courtyard early in the morning, well, to be precise, at nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Zifan mainly wanted to observe the situation of Hongjun's preaching.

To be honest, Zhang Zifan also has a heart for the Tao.

As for the Tao or something, Zhang Zifan is not too worried, the system is in hand, who is going to Qing Xiu.

The key is the use of some Taoism, and Zhang Zifan has to find someone to teach him.

Otherwise, even if he has the strength of the Super Three Saiyans, can he still beat Na Duo with Wang Ba's punch?

Belch...... Seem......

In short, Zhang Zifan still wants to learn some methods of using strength, and he doesn't have to be overwhelmed.

However, theoretically, Hongjun is Zhang Zifan's registered disciple, and Zhang Zifan's character is a transcendent Pangu god, so it is not appropriate to consult Hongjun directly.

It's nice to eavesdrop on his sermons.

Although Zhang Zifan also knows that at his own level, directly listening to the content of cultivating immortals is like a primary school student listening to high mathematics, basically he can't learn anything.

However, in Zhang Zifan's experience, there are no absolutes in the world.

For example, he didn't know Japanese at all, but as long as he continued to watch simple Japanese movies day after day, he eventually learned a lot of Japanese words and phrases.

It can be seen that as long as you learn, it is better than not learning.

Therefore, Zhang Zifan, who is modest and studious, lowered the time flow rate of the world of the small courtyard and waited for Hongjun's sermon in the morning.

It's just that the waiting time is a little long, and the sun in early winter is so comfortable, Zhang Zifan fell asleep unconsciously after waiting.

Now that he woke up, he naturally wanted to go and see if the Hongjun Lecture Hall had started.

It's just that Zhang Zifan can't help but be disappointed.

These old gods who have really cultivated the Dao are like immortals, but in Zhang Zifan's opinion, they are better than Hong Kong reporters and more grinding than ants in the yard.

Until now, few people have reached Zixiao Palace.

Actually, you can't really blame the Ascendants.

The places where they are located are different from each other, for example, the River Styx has to come from Beiju Luzhou, so they will naturally suffer.

Being relatively close to the three Li Mu brothers certainly has a great advantage.

Zhang Zifan was quite relieved to see that the three people named Huazi he escorted actually climbed Buzhou Mountain like dogs.

Seeing that they seemed to be stumped by the trivial matter of ascending to the sky, Zhang Zifan sighed.

Whether it is climbing Buzhou Mountain or climbing the Thirty-Three Heavens, these are all trials left by Hongjun to his disciples.

Of course, Zhang Zifan understood Hongjun's approach, he was worried that the Dao Fa was transmitted by non-people, and if he recruited too many disciples with low qualifications, he would embarrass the master.

But Zhang Zifan is not afraid of being embarrassed at all.

It's embarrassing that he Pangu, what does he have to do with me Zhang Zifan?

Everyone Zhang Zifan needs to have practice, and all of them have become immortals.

Only in this way can his heavenly court be full of talents!

Thinking like this, Zhang Zifan casually found a wheat stalk and inserted it on Buzhou Mountain.

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At the infinite height above Buzhou Mountain, this was the place where the True God raised the Heavenly Fire countless years ago.

As a registered disciple of the True God, Hongjun was allowed to establish a dojo with him.

On that day, the True God placed the Pangu Temple here, which is the so-called thirty-three days away, with supreme divine power, and told Hongjun that he could live here.

However, Hongjun did not dare to trespass the teacher's temple, so he once again used his dexterous hands to build a Zixiao Palace to live and lecture.

Therefore, in addition to the ancient and majestic True Temple, there is also a slightly smaller and simple building in addition to the ancient and majestic True Temple.

In this Zixiao Palace with blue bricks and gray walls, several stone steps meander down.

An old man in a green robe, as if he had not slept yet, was meditating on a futon on a high place.

And under him, there was only one fat Taoist in white, who was waiting respectfully.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble, and the fat Taoist man in white hurriedly protected a large jar in his arms, looking a little panicked.

The green-robed old man who was sitting on the futon opened his ugly triangular eyes and showed a deferential gaze into the distance.

After a while, he lowered his head and said to the fat Taoist: "Tibetan Tuanzi Daoist, heat up your Lingquan pork, and soon there will be new Daoist friends here to listen to the sermon." ”

When the fat Taoist heard this, he hurriedly bowed down and said, "Dao Ancestor doesn't dare to call himself a Taoist friend in front of him, so the student will go to cook the meat on the fire." ”

The old Taoist in the green robe bowed slightly, and when the fat Taoist left, he shook his head helplessly: "The teacher is kind-hearted and wants to educate the common people, just that, just do my best."

But people are divided into nine classes, and their talents are different, so if you want to become a teacher's apprentice, it is not so simple. ”

As he spoke, the green-robed old man waved his hand, and six futons fell in front of the hall.

"There can only be six beginner disciples, and the rest of the students will be counted as auditors......

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