In Zixiao Palace, Daozu Hongjun once again opened the avenue. The more mysterious this sermon became in the end, even Sanqing frowned at it, and the others were even more unbearable. A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"If you have any doubts, just bring them up!" said Dao Zu Hongjun after his sermon.

Lao Tzu was the first to speak, asking, "Teacher, what is a saint?"

"The saint is the supreme realm after the quasi-saint, also known as the mixed yuan Daluo Jin Xian, and the mixed yuan is the saint. The sage is clear about everything and the world, looking at the past, present, and future with his eyes, and acting out time and space, birth and death, and reincarnation in his palm. As soon as the mind moves, there is a change in the way of heaven, infinite and immeasurable, no birth and no destruction, no grinding, transcendent time and space, cause and effect do not touch its body and swim outside the object, not based on the reincarnation of time and space, eternal and eternal, ruling the world, always present with the sky, and coexist with the Tao. Under the saints are ants. Daozu Hongjun replied.

When the cultivators heard this, their eyes were full of eagerness, and this was the ultimate goal of cultivation.

Yuan took the lead in asking, "Is there a way for the teacher to preach?"

"The avenue is three thousand, and the rules can be mixed, in summary, there are three ways to preach the Tao: one is to preach the Tao with strength, and the strength is the strongest after sanctification, and the great god of Pangu is to cultivate this way; the second is to cut off three corpses to preach the Tao, to cut off the three corpses of good, evil, and obsession, and finally the three corpses are one, and the Tao can be preached, and the strength is inferior to the Tao with strength, and I am the way of preaching; Daozu Hongjun replied.

While the cultivators were pondering, the only special existence in the Zixiao Palace, the Wu Clan, asked, "Teacher, where is the way out for our Wu Clan?"

The meaning of Hou Tu's question, since my Wu clan has no Yuan Shen, it is impossible to kill the three corpses and become sanctified, can the teacher have a way? As for the sanctification of power and merit, Hou Tu and other cultivators have the same idea, and they are not allowed to be considered. With the strength of the Dao, even Pangu Father God has failed, how can I wait for the slightest chance. The sanctification of merit is reliable, but everyone does not know how to obtain merit, and I have not heard of anyone in the flood who has such a huge merit, even one in ten million.

Daozu Hongjun opened his slightly closed eyes, looked at Hou Tu Liang and replied: "The Wu clan has its own fate, and it is also possible to become holy. As for what the law is, I will know that this is a heavenly opportunity that cannot be revealed!"

Although Houtu did not get its method, he was also overjoyed with the guarantee of Dao Ancestor. Hurriedly bowed down and thanked him.

At this moment, Lao Tzu spoke again and said, "How many teachers and saints are there?"

This question directly touched the heartstrings of all the cultivators, and they all listened carefully, and I am afraid that they will be left behind.

Hongjun Zhengse said: "Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, and it operates regularly. Nine is the extreme, so there are nine saints!"

Hearing this, the cultivators were at a loss in their hearts, there were only nine saints, but there were more than 3,000 monks present, and the probability was too small.

Tongtian had a whimsical and asked, "Teacher, who can I wait for to become holy?"

The cultivators suddenly came back to their senses, and looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun with eager eyes.

Dao Ancestor sighed leisurely and said: "I narrated the Tao for the heavens, and I have great merit and great opportunity, so there should be seven saints under my door." ”

As soon as the words fell, the monks in the hall knelt on the ground, begging the teacher for mercy. At this moment, in order to earn the position of a saint, he doesn't care about his face.

Seeing this, Dao Ancestor said: "Okay, Sanqing is the Pangu Great God Yuan Shen incarnation, with the merit of opening the heavens, can be my own disciples, these three Hongmeng purple qi to you, can help you and others to preach!

With a wave of his hand, the three Hongmeng purple qi went straight into the purple mansion of the three people and disappeared.

Sanqing hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down and said, "Thank you, teacher!" and then sat down on the futon again.

Dao Ancestor looked at Nuwa again and said, "Nuwa, there is a great merit to do in the future, I can give Hongmeng purple qi to my closed disciples, and help you." ”

As before, Hongmeng Purple Qi went straight into Nuwa's Purple Mansion and disappeared. Nuwa also dared to stand up and bowed down and said, "Thank you, teacher!"

Then Daozu Hongjun closed his eyes and recuperated and stopped talking. The monks didn't know why.

Zhun Ti, who was sitting on the fourth futon, had an idea. Pulling the lead, they knelt down in front of Daozu together, and cried loudly.

While crying, he said: "I hope the teacher will have mercy, my west is barren, and the suffering of cultivation is not enough!

After a few breaths, Daozu Hongjun opened his eyes helplessly, looking at the two people who were crying and sitting below, it seems that this is the only way, God's will cannot be done!

"The damage to the West is caused by our original war against Rahu, or it is the result of his day. You have great opportunity, great wisdom, and great perseverance, and you can be a famous disciple for me, and this Hongmeng purple qi will help you two become enlightened. "Hongjun is colorful.

The two of them dared to hurriedly put away the Hongmeng purple qi. Although he bowed down and saluted, he said in unison: "Thank you for your love." ”

At this moment, the monks were like ants on a hot pot and were very anxious, and the seven saints went to six, and there was still one holy throne left, so they could not be in a hurry. Hurriedly did the same, knelt on the ground and cried and begged the teacher to give him the holy throne.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Let's go! ”

After that, the last Hongmeng purple qi was thrown in the air, and it circled around the monk, looking for the master. After a long time, he actually fell into the purple mansion of Hongyun, the first good old man in the flood wilderness. At this point, the seven holy thrones have been sealed.

At this moment, Dao Ancestor Hongjun has long since disappeared. Only one voice remained: "After three thousand years, I will preach for the last time, and I will come when the time comes." ”

The cultivators had no choice but to disperse. Zhen Yuanzi directly pulled Hongyun to leave Zixiao Palace as soon as possible. Zhen Yuanzi saw Kunpeng's murderous gaze when Hongyun obtained Hongmeng Purple Qi, and several monks had unkind eyes. Zhen Yuanzi knew that there were seven holy positions, but Hongyun was not included in the door by Dao Ancestor, and he would not be remembered in the future, but as long as he stayed in Wuzhuang Guan, he would be fine.

At the same time, the leader finished his sermon, but went straight to the moon. Not for anything else, but for the sake of treasure. The sect leader wanted to come to the Sun Star not only to give birth to the two innate gods of Dijun and Taiyi, but also to have an innate treasure and two top-level innate spirit treasures. The moon, which is also transformed by Pangu's eyes, should have a spiritual treasure.

In a few days, the leader stepped on the moon. But the moon was desolate, dimly lit and cold. Only a huge laurel tree stands in it. For a while, the sect leader was bored, and he didn't think that the moon would start to be so desolate now. But since you're here, let's take a good stroll.

I turned the moon around, and I didn't get anything except the moon-hanging tree. Seeing this, the sect leader secretly said: It shouldn't be, just transport this moon-hanging tree away.

Just as the instructor was transplanting the laurel tree, a crisp voice came: "Stop, otherwise I won't blame you." ”