Hundreds of years passed, and Hongjun's lecture finally stopped and looked at everyone.

For thousands of years, the hearers have gained something and the attitudes of the people have changed.

Like the reed real person, scratching his ears and cheeks absent-mindedly, like a Tibetan dumpling stroking his palms and laughing, he has gained a lot, and even like a Zen master Wu Du, with a bitter face, it seems that he can't figure it out between difficulties and obscurity.

There are many kinds of beings, and so on.

And in the temple, the only one who has not changed her original intention from beginning to end is the nun who sits on the sixth futon.

In the main hall, there are a total of six futons, divided into two rows in front and back, and there are three in each row.

Therefore, the Mingshan Taoist who was sitting on the third futon turned his head, patted the female cultivator who was still spurting blood in a spiral, and said, "Daoyou, the teacher has finished speaking. ”

The nun hurriedly took out a piece of brocade and stuffed it into her mouth, stopped the blood spurting, and sat up straight.

Hongjun's ugly old face twitched again, and there was an urge to immediately lift the table and drive all the gangs away.

In the end, he still remembered the great trust of the True God, and said patiently: "My way has been finished, how many avenues can you see, and you can rely on the fate, now go back and understand what you get." ”

"Thank you, teacher, the disciple has been taught!"

Although there was a lot of confusion in everyone's hearts, they wanted to ask after the sermon was over, but they didn't expect Hongjun Daozu to answer their questions at all, so they had to thank them and prepare to leave.

"The six of you stay. ”

Suddenly, Hongjun stopped the six people who wanted to get up from the futon.

Everyone's expressions changed.

This futon is really not simple!

Previously, they had speculated that six futons would have a meaning for no reason, but now it seems that this is indeed the case.

The River Styx, in particular, shines with jealousy from the triangular eyes.

He glanced at the Tibetan dumplings with pity, if it weren't for this guy's bad deeds, how could he not have his own share of what was left by the teacher?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Styx couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, the disciple also wants ......"

But before he could finish his words, a strong wind blew and sent him and the others out of Zixiao Palace.

Shi Ritian has also grown a lot over the past few thousand years, from the stone appearance at the beginning, to the appearance of a white fat cat.

He stepped forward with a peachwood staff and lifted the palace door, and said, "Senior brothers, let's see you again in the future." ”

After speaking, the door of Zixiao Palace closed with a "bang".

At this moment, most of the people listening to the lecture are gone, and the palace seems to be a lot deserted.

Hongjun's old eyes glanced at the six people several times, and finally felt that compared to the two bald donkeys, it was still more pleasing to the eyes than Li Mu and the others.

"The true God has a will, and wants to choose disciples, Li Mu should be the first disciple, and the rest of the people are ordered by their seats, which is the blessing of inviting heaven, so you can come with me. ”

As he spoke, Hongjun dropped from the high futon and walked towards the apse.

Shi Ritian also led the six students who were left behind, and followed closely step by step.

Walking out of Zixiao Palace, everyone felt that the heaven and earth were a lot colder, but their cultivation was not comparable to that day, and this slight cold did not matter at all.

The feet are extraordinarily soft among the colorful flowing clouds, and the wind in the sky carries the smell of fireworks left over from the ancient heavenly fire, which makes people have a floating feeling.

Suddenly, Zen Master Wudu's cloudy old eyes lit up.

"This thing should be related to the old man!"

Zen Master Wu Du quietly fell behind the group, then reached out to the clouds, took out an object, and hid it in his arms.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?"

The living Buddha of the treasure tree came to Wu Du's side with a mouse's eyebrows and asked, "But you have found the money......?"

"You stupid!"

Zen Master Wu Du scolded lightly.

Then, he secretly revealed the contents of his arms to Baoshu.

I saw a small wick, and there was still a faint spark on it.

"What is this?"

"If the old man expected it to be right, this thing should be a wisp of remnants on the wick of the ancient heavenly fire, if it weren't for the hundreds of thousands of years that have passed, you and I would be afraid of flying ashes!"

Xihe Niuzhou is poor, where is there such a good goods, Wu Du is like a treasure, and plans to practice it in the future.

Just when the two monks were secretly happy, an old and simple stone temple appeared in front of everyone.

"Pangu True Temple!"

Seeing the five big characters above the temple, everyone was holding their breath.

Pangu True God, that is a terrifying existence that opens the world in legends, and it is not for them to be disrespectful.

Walking into Pangu Temple, a primitive breath of desolation came to my face.

On the edge of the stone wall that is not beautiful all around, there are countless shelves.

On the shelves are densely packed with animal skin scrolls.

These scrolls detail the birth and development of this era.

At the same time, they are also inscribed with the history of blood and tears of some kind of ancient beast with tough leather.

In addition to the shelves full of scrolls, there are also simple murals painted on one side of the wall with the scarlet blood of various unknown beasts, as well as other dyes.

In the picture, at the beginning, it was a chaotic and unknown world, and then all kinds of demons and monsters were born, rampant between heaven and earth.

All kinds of weak creatures live in endless fear.

The jungle eats the strong, and civilization is unknown, and the fierce and terrifying beasts roar into the sky, without reverence for the supreme being.

Soon in the next picture, they were punished by the Heavenly Dao,

The incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, a shocking giant armed with a great axe, suppressed all kinds of terrifying beasts and demons with one hand, and cut down the thick and towering pillars of heaven to cut off the foundation of faith of these evil creatures.

The giant's vague figure showed the courage to look at the world, which made everyone fascinated.

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