Chapter 34 The end of the lecture on Zixiao Palace
"Zhu Rong, are you saying that the sermons I preach are not practical and make you hate listening to them so much?"
Hongjun asked loudly.
In the distance, Zhu Rong heard this and said: "Yeah, you know, it's really impractical. I fell asleep just now. Do you know?"
Hongjun's face darkened, he took a deep breath and asked: "Okay, what do you think is the most practical way?"
"You still need to ask? Of course it is..." When Zhu Rong was about to say the perfect method, Di Jiang, with quick eyesight and quick hands, raised his hand to cover his mouth.
Then Hongjun only heard Zhu Rong's whine.
Dijiang sent a message to Zhu Rong, saying: "That can't be said. This matter is related to whether our Wu clan can unify the ancient world."
After all, it is a perfect method. If fewer people know about it, there will be one less competitor.
Hongjun is a saint. If he knew this, wouldn't he be able to practice faster?
Only then did Zhu Rong understand the meaning, and immediately covered his mouth with one hand, afraid of saying it.
"Don't be offended, Dao Zu. My younger brother, besides sleeping, loves to fight with others in his life. But I am different from him. I know the truth. In fact, what you said is quite good. After all, I didn't sleep just now."
Di Jiang looked serious, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said in a firm tone.
Hongjun snorted coldly, and then looked at Di Jun Taiyi.
Di Jun was already sitting upright on the purple futon, like a good student who listened carefully.
The same goes for Taiyi. The two sat side by side, looking like students admiring their teachers...
Emperor Jun's eyes showed doubts, then he stood up, looked around the audience, and said: "What happened? The saint was just preaching. I heard something touching, and I couldn't help but shake my head. I was so mesmerized that I woke up at this moment."
Taiyi was full of surprise, stood up, bowed to Hongjun, and said: "Thanks to the saint for preaching, my magic power has improved a lot!"
Both brothers looked delighted, stood up and looked around the audience.
But they found that many powerful people were silent.
Di Juntai was speechless. These people may not like to laugh by nature.
Hongjun shook his head slightly, the situation had changed, maybe because of Luo Hu, the master of calamity, the temperament also deviated.
The situation seems to be developing in a trend that is not conducive to me...
In the end, what kind of result will it brew?
Forget it, he is the Taoist, he is the spokesperson of Heaven, all problems are just small problems in front of him.
Hongjun sat down cross-legged, ready to continue teaching the Tao of Da Luo.
But at this moment, his expression was uncertain, and he shouted coldly: "The law is not spread to the six ears!"
The vast holy sound suddenly penetrated the endless chaos, turned into the monstrous holy power, and swept across the vast world.
In a dilapidated and desolate cave in the prehistoric Eastern Territory, the cave was extremely simple. There were a few low-grade spiritual fruits on the table.
Obviously, a monk with a little bit of spiritual knowledge would never live here.
At this moment, there is a little monkey lying on the ground. It has six ears, golden hair all over its body, and two big eyes full of aura, full of ignorance and clarity.
It is sticking its two small paws to the ground, and its six ears are emitting spiritual energy ripples. Those ripples are rolling towards the sky, seeming to be inquiring about something.
The little monkey has been incarnate for thousands of years, but because he has no skills, he is now only in the weak realm of Xuanxian.
Ordinarily, he shouldn't be a Xuanxian, because his heels are very powerful, and he is one of the four monkeys that differentiated after the death of the Chaos Demon Ape.
The six-eared macaque is good at listening to sounds, able to understand, know the front and back, and everything is clear.
However, when he transformed, he lost part of his origin, so after transforming, his realm was just that of a mysterious immortal.
In addition, without a teacher, no one taught him the practice system, and he is still in the Mysterious Immortal Realm.
The six-eared macaque didn't dare to cause trouble and seldom went out. Recently, he learned that many monks went to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, and he wanted to go too. But in the chaos, the strong wind was raging, and it was impossible for him to survive it with his cultivation level.
That’s why I eavesdropped on Daozu’s sermon.
At this time, the six-eared macaque suddenly panicked when he heard a sentence of Dharma not passed on to his six ears, and hurriedly got under the bed.
He has the ability to conceal his aura, and he usually relies on this technique to avoid many monks who torture and kill the monkey tribe.
But he was still worried and fearful at this time, huddled under the bed, shivering uncontrollably.
At the same time!
Hongjun's holy power suddenly swept over him, and he seemed to have found Liu Er's hiding place.
In the void, that magic power struck Liu Er's cave in a very domineering manner until it collapsed.
Huge stones fell in pieces on Liu Er, and the terrifying holy power suppressed him, making his eyes and nose spill out with traces of blood.
"The little monkey is wrong, please forgive me."
The six-eared macaque's body trembled, and he knelt down. His two small paws came together, blood and tears intertwined in his eyes, and he kept bowing into the void.
At this time, the endless power dissipated.
The six-eared macaque dragged his sore body away from the collapsed cave. He looked back at the home filled with dust and powder. He didn't speak for a long time, but the fog in his eyes became deeper.
Become stronger!
However, if Daozu's teachings are not passed down to the six ears, who will dare to accept a monster like him in the future...
Liu'er faced the setting sun and walked towards the distance. His eyes gradually dimmed.
At the same time, inside Zixiao Palace.
A group of ancient monks were all powerful, and they suddenly sensed that the saint was so angry that he seemed to be targeting a certain creature in the ancient world.
In an instant, countless powerful Dharma eyes opened, and they saw a cute little monkey squatting by the stream in the wild world. His smart eyes were reflected in the clear stream, and then his furry but dust-stained face. I saw him holding the clear stream water in both hands and drinking heavily.
Seeing the butterfly flying towards him, he stood up and reached out to chase the butterfly again. The cheerful laughter seemed to make him temporarily forget the scars all over his body.
"This monkey is so strange. It has six ears."
"Since the sage said that the Dharma cannot be transmitted to the six ears, then it is certainly not possible to transmit the Dharma to others."
"Yes, a saint is such a person. If he says it is wrong, we should not dare to disobey him."
"It's the best, it's the best!"
There is great power in the field, and some people are talking about it.
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with light, he opened his Dharma Eyes and stared at the six-eared macaque in the wilderness. He didn't know what he was thinking at this moment.
Gradually, in the Zixiao Palace, the voice of Dao Ancestor’s sermon sounded again.
Three thousand years of preaching are fleeting.
Hongjun suddenly felt a sense of relief!
During this period, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun Taiyi did not cause any more trouble.
But they didn't listen attentively. The contemptuous look appeared in their eyes again and again.
Hongjun wanted to kill them several times, but he held back, and now the sermon finally ended.
He stood up, showed a rare smile, and then exhaled a filthy breath. He didn't even want to stay for a second, and disappeared in an instant.
In Zixiao Palace, only his voice was left.
"Three thousand years later, I will teach you the way of quasi-sage. You can go back later."
(End of chapter)