Crane Cangtian came out of the main hall of the White Crane Gate early in the morning and waited in the pavilion halfway up the mountainside.

Hearing the report of the boy under the mountain, a noble man in a gorgeous costume came alone, and the horse was tired and died in front of his own mountain gate, and the crane Cangtian's brows were twisted into a Sichuan shape.

Did you meet someone who touched porcelain? Before he could ask, a dragon's groan resounded through the heavens and the earth.

He Cangtian stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

He was held left and right, and said in a trembling voice: "Why do we have the sound of a dragon chanting in Heming Mountain?"

"Maybe it's the crane's song, the old crane is on fire in his throat, that's it?" said a nonsense that one of the elders didn't believe in.

"No, it's Long Ming!" In the next second, a red long refining fell from the sky.

When He Cangtian and the others came back to their senses, they saw a Taoist with an immortal wind and a bone but an ugly face, stroking his beard and standing.

Beside him, a crimson dragon raised its head proudly, looking left and right curiously.

And on the tail of the dragon, a man in a yellow robe is rolled.

He looked embarrassed, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was disheveled, and even one of his shoes had fallen off.

When He Cangtian saw it, he was taken aback, this is not the King Chen who is seen from afar at the annual festival, who else can it be?

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A moment later, the White Crane Gate Hall.

King Chen has returned to his former dignified demeanor.

It's just that the nondescript Dao crown on his head really doesn't match the yellow robe on his body.

The yin and yang shoes on the feet also look very fashionable and avant-garde.

King Chen didn't dare to sit on the upper seat, and stood respectfully behind Hongjun Daoren, as if he was not the emperor of the world, but just a long-term follower.

"Xiaodao crane cangtian, I have seen His Majesty King Chen, I have seen ......"

He Cangtian saluted to King Chen, looking at Hongjun in front of him, but he was in trouble.

"The crane is in charge, the immortal is in front of him, and Chen does not dare to be the king. ”

King Chen hurriedly avoided the crane cangtian salute and introduced: "This is a true immortal from the Tang Dynasty in Shangbang, and he came to Heming Mountain today to open an altar to give lectures and educate us fools. ”

The small sect of Baihemen naturally didn't know what was happening in the territory of the Tang Kingdom, thousands of miles away.

But even King Chen's respect is so carefully served, this Tang Dynasty immortal is probably very unusual.

Crane Cangtian said that it was the master of one door, and it was difficult to find an opponent in ten miles and eight towns with a white crane fist in one hand.

But in fact, Wang Du came to be a school captain at will, and He Cangtian had to be beaten to call Dad.

And King Chen is naturally the grandfather of the crane cangtian.

As for Hongjun in front of King Chen, He Cangtian looked at it with small triangular eyes, and immediately understood that this was the kind of ancestor who counted up to at least eight lifetimes.

Hongjun obviously didn't have the idea of appearing in front of such an unpopular small sect and pretending to be one-handed.

From the beginning to the end, he kept in mind that his purpose was to fulfill the great trust entrusted to him by the True God.

There was no ink, Hongjun walked out of the temple gate, the robe was windless and automatic, and the whole person was like catkins, floating into the high altar prepared by the White Crane Gate in the morning.

Then, he took out a small snail and grew it to the size of his palm.

Hongjun turned it upside down and used it as a trumpet.

Taking a deep breath, he began to preach.

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In accordance with Zhang Zifan's requirements, try to increase the soaring rate of the world, and the gold medal lecturer Hongjun Dao began to teach non-stop.

The main content of the lecture is naturally how to soar.

Of course, before teaching the self-abuse electrotherapy ascension method, Hongjun also had to show some real skills to attract the audience and enhance his persuasiveness.

Otherwise, a random person will say that the electric door can fly up, and a fool will believe it.

Therefore, Hongjun mainly talked about some cultivation tips at the beginning.

This kind of teaching, naturally, does not pay attention to what method does not spread the six ears, but wants to spread as widely as possible.

Through the effect of the natal magic weapon, the snail shell, Hongjun can make a sound to the monks of dozens of surrounding countries at one time.

With so many seeds, Hongjun's electrotherapy ascension method will naturally spread throughout the world very quickly.

According to the Eight Classics, Hongjun has practiced for 110,245 years.

To put it mildly, he wants to eat a fart once in ten years.

I have eaten more farts than others have eaten.

casually talk about a little bit of cultivation experience, it is a great experience for rookies in this world who have cultivated for no more than three hundred years.

Therefore, Hongjun's sermons are as attractive to the monks as drugs.

Although as long as you are near Chen Guo and have a certain amount of cultivation, you can listen to Hongjun Immortal Ancestor's open class on cultivating immortals.

But listening to a lecture is such a thing, and of course listening from a distance is not as effective as listening to it in person.

However, in the third day, the entire square of Baihemen was already crowded with monks from all walks of life.

When there are many people, there are naturally many rights and wrongs.

In these two days, it is not that there are no outlaws who have caused trouble.

But whether it is a demonic giant or a reckless man, whether it is a prince or a famous leader.

As long as anyone dares to make a noise, they will all be slapped out by Candle Jiuyin's tail.

Hongjun preached, and it lasted for seven days, and then it ended.

The monks were fascinated by this, and they couldn't stop it, and they ended abruptly, eager to fly back to the mountain gate immediately and try the method of electrotherapy ascension.

Of course, they didn't dare to make a mistake, so they could only kowtow and slowly leave.

Back in the Baihemen Palace, Hongjun did not rest, but swept away the dust, King Chen and He Cangtian hurriedly got up.

Whether it is King Chen or He Cangtian, listening to the lectures of Hongjun Daoist in the past few days, I know that the cultivation of this immortal ancestor may have already penetrated the heavens and the earth, and it cannot be measured by common sense.

So they became more and more respectful.

Hongjun said lightly: "This place has some roots with my religion, and the 'True Temple' should be built to worship day and night, and the incense cannot be cut off." ”

King Chen and He Cangtian hurriedly said yes, saying that they would measure Chen Guo's material resources and form the favor of immortals.

Hongjun nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly said: "The major affairs of the country are in the Rong worship, and this sacrifice cannot be sloppy."

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