Chapter 6 Ten Thousand Years Have Passed Sermon Penglai

Ten thousand years passed quickly, and in the East China Sea, there were hundreds of millions of people in the wilderness who came to listen to Xiaoyao's preaching, and suddenly in the depths of the East China Sea, the space began to fluctuate violently, and then the golden lotus fell from the sky, and the fragrance came within a radius of 100 million miles, all kinds of immortal spirit beasts kept playing and playing, a handsome young man, wearing a white robe, walked out slowly from the cracks in the space, and every step looked mysterious in the eyes of the Honghuang monks, making a group of monks deeply immersed in it, Xiaoyao appeared in front of the Honghuang beings in such a shocking way, and the Honghuang monks also woke up from the mysterious and mysterious realm, bowed to Xiaoyao Qi and said: "See Xiaoyao Tianzun, Tianzun Immortal Blessing Forever, Longevity and Tianqi." And Xiaoyao also stood in the void and was worshiped by a group of monks in the wilderness. Because Xiaoyao is qualified and has the ability to be worshiped by so many people.

"My name is the Heavenly Venerable, and today I will talk about my own way of being at ease, and all sentient beings need to have a good life experience. During this period, it is forbidden to fight with each other, otherwise those who violate the order will be killed. This sentence is murderous and carefree to release one-tenth of the momentum of the whole body, enveloping all the monks who came to listen to the sermon, so that a group of Honghuang monks were sweating profusely by its momentum, some of the weak monks were stunned, and the strong ones were also putting their own momentum to the apex to resist the momentum of Xiaoyao, but they only resisted for a short time and immediately stopped holding up, fortunately, Xiaoyao was only a moment of outward momentum, but this also shocked the Honghuang monks.

As soon as Xiaoyao's words fell, he didn't wait for the surrounding monks to react, and began to say eloquently: "The Tao is Tao, the Tao is very Tao." The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The beginning of the nameless world. The mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire to observe the wonder. There is often a desire to observe it. There is often a desire to observe it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders..."

The Carefree Preaching talks about the survival of living beings and the way of transformation, but it is much more profound than the method of transformation that the monks themselves have realized. What is said in this sermon is the sermon before the incarnation.

I saw the sky falling, the ground surging golden lotus, countless fairy sounds appeared out of thin air, hundreds of millions of auspicious clouds painted into countless auspicious beasts around the place, and saw the dense gas, surrounding the body, countless fairy qi accompanied by Zhou Tian starlight from the sky to spread down. And the top of Xiaoyao's head appears Qingyun, three flowers gather at the top, the five qi Chaoyuan, the auspicious cloud covers the top, Xiaoyao's majestic body looms in various mysterious visions, a good group of immortal family thriving scene.

Moreover, the free preaching uses mana to preach with supreme supernatural powers. Even those creatures on the edge of the wilderness who had no hope of rushing to the East China Sea because of the long distance also clearly heard Xiaoyao's preaching at this time, which made those creatures extremely grateful to Xiaoyao, and kept this gratitude deep in their hearts, and did not dare to forget, so that future generations would know how their ancestors listened to the road and created a legend. Xiaoyao didn't know that he inadvertently took pity on those remote or low-cultivation creatures who couldn't rush to listen to the sermon because of the long distance, but he was enshrined by those creatures, worshiped him as a benefactor immortal, and offered a tablet for future generations to worship day by day, which also made the name of Xiaoyao Tianzun widely spread in later generations, and was enjoyed by future generations... 。 In the place of Xiaoyao preaching, I saw that the mysterious Dao sounds spoken from Xiaoyao's mouth were condensed into a great avenue rune hanging in the void after the exit, turning into a great avenue of truth, so as to provide enlightenment for monks from all walks of life.

Because Xiao Yao was talking about the simple swallowing and exhalation of spiritual energy by sentient beings, as well as the way of survival and transformation cultivation.

Therefore, I saw that the monks of the Flood Desolation began to cultivate according to the way of throughput and transformation in the midst of the free preaching, which made the monks become countless large and small whirlpools, absorbing the innate aura and rushing towards the monks of the Flood Desolation who were practicing while listening to the sermon, and were sucked into the bodies of the monks to refine their own mana.

Among the many beings who listened to the Tao in the entire Flood Desolation, there were some people who were deeply blessed, but more of them were those with shallow roots, so they were all trying to improve their cultivation realm. Those who have their own talents are extremely high, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is called a terrifying cultivation, and it is also a rapid increase. Fortunately, when he was preaching, he knew in advance that the monks of the Flood Desolation would definitely improve their cultivation after hearing the Dao explained by themselves, and on the contrary, they would need a lot of spiritual energy.

When I saw all kinds of mystical visions when Xiaoyao preached, I knew that the way of freedom and freedom that Xiaoyao preached was extremely profound. And in these visions, the golden lotus that descended from the sky was absorbed and refined by the monks of the flood wilderness, which was formed by Xiaoyao in order to prevent the lack of spiritual energy and used the great divine power to condense for the cultivation of the monks, so the monks who listened to the sermon did not scratch their ears and cheeks because of the scarcity of spiritual energy, and their faces were sad, and they were full of ugliness.

All the monks are enlightened, so they are all relatively intelligent, and what Xiaoyao is talking about is also easier to understand, so the monks are fascinated by listening, and sometimes when they don't understand, they scratch their ears and cheeks and are happy.

After Xiaoyao saw it, he ignored it and explained to himself.

A thousand years passed quickly, and as soon as the time of a thousand years came, Xiaoyao stopped preaching, and the monks who were listening to the fascination were fascinated by the sound of the Great Dao just now disappeared in an instant. Like a fish choking on the throat, all of them are uncomfortable and disappointed.

"A thousand years of preaching time has passed, you must know that you can't chew too much, go with the flow, the path of cultivation is difficult and dangerous, and if you don't pay attention to it, you may fall into a place of no return, you must cultivate step by step, don't be too ambitious, wait and go back to the cave to digest the great road that you have heard for a thousand years, and after 10,000 years, you will have a second sermon here, and go... and go..."

And the living beings were still a little disappointed and resentful, but after hearing Xiaoyao's words, they instantly realized, yes, even the way that this thousand years of Tianzun preached is incomparably mysterious, and greed may not be able to digest it all, so the eyes of the living beings and spirits have returned to clarity, and there are those who want to return to the cave, and there are those who call friends to get together to discuss this harvest, and there are those who continue to stay in the preaching place. What's more, Tianzun left the monks 10,000 years to comprehend what they have gained in this thousand years...