Chapter 34: End of Zixiao Palace 1
Chapter 34: The end of the lecture on Zixiao Palace
"Zhu Rong, tell me, is it because my teachings are not practical that you hate listening to my teachings so much?"
Hongjun asked loudly.
In the distance, Zhu Rong heard this and said, "Ah, you know, it's really not practical. I just fell asleep, did you know that?"
Hongjun's face darkened, he took a deep breath, and asked, "Okay, tell me, which way is the most practical?"
"Is there any need to ask? Of course it's that..." When Zhu Rong was about to finish his magic trick, Di Jiang was quick to raise his hand and cover his mouth.
Then Hongjun only heard the humming sound made by Zhurong.
Di Jiang sent a message to Zhu Rong, saying, "That cannot be said. This matter concerns whether my Wu Clan can unify the prehistoric world."
After all, it is a perfect method. The fewer people know about it, the fewer competitors there are.
Hongjun is a saint. If he knew, wouldn’t he practice faster?
Zhu Rong finally understood what he meant and immediately covered his mouth with one hand, fearing that he would say it out loud.
"Don't be surprised, Daozu. My brother loves nothing more than sleeping and fighting. But I am different from him. I know the truth. Actually, what you said is quite good. After all, I didn't sleep just now."
Di Jiang looked serious, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and spoke in a firm tone.
Hongjun snorted coldly, then looked at Dijun Taiyi.
Di Jun had already been sitting upright on the purple cushion, like a model student who was listening attentively to the lecture.
Taiyi did the same. The two sat side by side, looking at each other with the gaze of a student admiring his teacher...
Di Jun looked puzzled, then stood up, looked around the room, and said, "What happened? The saint was just preaching, and I was moved by what he said. I couldn't help shaking my head, as if I was intoxicated. I just woke up now."
Taiyi was filled with surprise. He stood up and bowed to Hongjun, saying, "Thank you for your teachings, Saint. My magical powers have improved a bit!"
Both brothers looked delighted. They stood up and looked around the room.
But he found that many powerful people remained silent.
Di Jun and Tai Yi were speechless. These people might be born not to like laughing.
Hongjun shook his head slightly. The general situation had changed, probably because of Luohou. Why had the temperaments of these lords of the great catastrophe also deviated?
Things seem to be developing in a direction that is not favorable to me...
In the end, what kind of result will it lead to?
Never mind. He is the ancestor of Taoism and the spokesperson of Heaven. All problems are small problems in front of him.
Hongjun sat down cross-legged, ready to continue explaining the Way of Daluo.
But at this moment, his expression became uncertain, and he shouted coldly: "The law will not be passed on to Liu Er!"
The vast holy sound instantly penetrated the endless chaos and turned into tremendous holy power, sweeping across the desolate heaven and earth.
In the ancient eastern land, inside a dilapidated and desolate cave, the cave was extremely simple, and there were a few low-grade spiritual fruits on the table.
Obviously, a cultivator with a little bit of Taoism experience would never live here.
At this moment, a little monkey was lying on the ground. It had six ears, golden hair all over its body, and two big eyes that were full of spirit, ignorance and clarity.
It was pressing its two little paws against the ground, and its six ears were emitting spiritual ripples that rolled towards the sky, as if it was trying to find out something.
The little monkey has been transformed for ten thousand years, but due to the lack of skills, he is now only at a weak Xuanxian realm.
In theory, he should not be a Xuanxian, because his background is very powerful. He is one of the four monkeys that split after the fall 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 the transformation, his realm was only that of a Xuanxian.
In addition, he has no master and no one taught him the cultivation system, so he is still only at the Xuanxian realm.
Liu Er Mihou didn't dare to cause trouble and rarely went out. Recently, he knew that many cultivators went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings, and he also wanted to go. But in the chaos, the strong wind was raging, and he couldn't survive it with his cultivation.
That's why I eavesdropped on the Taoist's preaching.
At this time, Liu'er Mihou suddenly heard a sentence "Dharma is not passed on to Liu'er", and he immediately panicked and quickly crawled under the bed.
He has the skill to conceal his breath, and he usually relies on this skill to avoid many monks who kill monkeys.
But he was still worried and frightened at this moment. He curled up under the bed and shivered uncontrollably.
at the same time!
Hongjun's holy power suddenly swept over, as if he had found Liu'er's hiding place.
In the void, that magical power was so domineering that it caused Liu'er's cave to collapse.
The huge stone broke into pieces and fell on Liu'er. The terrifying holy power suppressed him, causing blood to flow out of his eyes and nose.
"The little monkey is wrong, please forgive me, saint."
The six-eared macaque trembled its body, fell to its knees, put its two little paws together, and with tears and blood in its eyes, it kept bowing towards the void.
At this moment, the endless power finally dissipated.
The six-eared macaque dragged his aching body out of the collapsed cave. He looked back at his home which was covered in dust and remained silent for a long time, but the mist in his eyes grew thicker.
Become stronger!
However, Daozu said that the method would not be passed on to the sixth ear, so who would dare to take in a monster like him in the future...
Liu'er walked towards the distance facing the setting sun, his eyes gradually dimming.
At the same time, in Zixiao Palace.
All the ancient cultivators were powerful. They suddenly sensed that the saint was so angry, and it seemed that he was targeting a living being in the ancient world.
In an instant, countless powerful eyes opened, and they saw a cute little monkey squatting by the stream in the vast world. His lively eyes were reflected in the clear stream water, followed by his furry but dusty face. He scooped up the clear stream water with both hands and drank it in big gulps.
When he saw the butterfly flying towards him, he stood up and stretched out his hands to chase the butterfly. His cheerful laughter seemed to make him temporarily forget the scars all over his body.
"This monkey is so strange, it actually has six ears."
"Since the saints said that the Dharma should not be passed on to others, then I certainly cannot pass on the Dharma to him."
"Yes, the saint is such a great man. If he says it is wrong, we dare not disobey him."
"That's right, that's right!"
The powerful people in the field were talking about it.
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. He opened his Dharma Eyes and stared at the six-eared macaque in the ancient times. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
Gradually, in Zixiao Palace, the voice of Daozu's preaching could be heard again.
Three thousand years of preaching time passed in the blink of an eye.
Hongjun suddenly felt relieved!
During this period, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun and Taiyi did not cause any more trouble.
But they did not listen attentively, and that look of contempt appeared in their eyes again and again.
Hongjun wanted to kill them several times, but he held back. Now he finally finished preaching.
He stood up, gave a rare smile, then exhaled a breath, not wanting to stay even for a second, and disappeared in an instant.
In Zixiao Palace, only his voice remained.
"After three thousand years, I will start teaching the Way of Quasi-Saints. You can go back now."
(End of this chapter)