Datang Lianzhong Sanyuan, shocked to hear that my father killed a dragon in a dream

Chapter 236 A Lecture on Zixiao Palace
(The last chapter was wrongly passed on, so I revised it a bit, and paid for more than 2000 words. You fellow Taoists should not lose money.)
As soon as the Dao sound came out, all living beings in the prehistoric and desolate world woke up from their cultivation.

The three brothers Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing, Daluo Jinxian, who had reached their peak cultivation, turned into three streamers and left the prehistoric world, heading straight for chaos.

Styx, Kunpeng, Fuxi, Nuwa, Dijun, Taiyi, East Prince, West Queen Mother and other monks all flew towards Chaos.

In the Pangu Palace, Houtu persuaded the brothers to go to Chaos together to listen to the sermon.

The Eleventh Patriarch Shaman shook his head and refused, "We only cultivate the physical body, not supernatural powers. Why do we listen to the Tao? Protecting the father's temple is the most important thing."

Seeing that his elder brothers were unwilling to listen to the sermon, Hou Tu went to Chaos alone.

Chaos, in front of a simple and simple hall, stood two children, one named Haotian and the other named Yaochi.

Haotian and Yaochi were transformed from the chaotic rocks, and they became Hongjun's guard boy.

Sanqing was the first to arrive at Zixiao Palace.

"Fellow Daoist, please enter the palace." Haotian and Yaochi led Sanqing into Zixiao Palace.

Then Minghe, Kunpeng, Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Fuxi, Nuwa, Dijun, Taiyi, Dongwanggong, Xiwangmu, Houtu and other monks arrived.

After the monks entered the Zixiao Palace, they saw six futons placed in front of the main hall at first sight, and faintly sensed the opportunity hidden in the futons.

Fuxi's younger sister, who controlled the madman, stepped forward first, and snatched a futon for her younger sister.

When Fuxi turned to sit on the other two, he found that there were already people sitting.

Fuxi shook his head helplessly.

Sanqing arrived first, so he grabbed the first three.

Fuxi snatched one for Nuwa, and the remaining two futons were taken by Kunpeng and Hongyun, who were known for their speed.

In the blink of an eye, monks gathered in Zixiao Palace.

The three thousand great powers in Zixiao Palace do not refer to only three thousand monks, but the three thousand generations refer to the infinite, a large number.

The immortals didn't occupy a seat, and they didn't notice anything wrong. Anyway, they came here this time to listen to the sermon, and it doesn't matter if they sit or not.

All living beings sit quietly, waiting for Hongjun to speak.

And at this moment, mournful cries sounded in Zixiao Palace.

"My West is really miserable."

"The west was destroyed in the Long Han calamity and became extremely barren. We Western monks have difficulty in cultivation and have low mana, which is not comparable to fellow Taoists."

"Senior brother and I rushed towards Chaos without stopping as soon as we heard the sermon, but we didn't expect that we were one step too late after all, and there wasn't even a place to sit."

"Miserable, my West is really miserable."

"It hurts, it hurts too much, woo woo woo!"

Jieyin and Zhunti cried loudly, they were so sad that they couldn't bear to live.

The monks in the main hall showed disdainful eyes on their faces, and secretly complained in their hearts, "You really don't want to be skinny. A monk who can pass through chaos, do you say that his power is low? Are you fooling a ghost?"

"Also, what's the name of these two guys? Jieyin, Zhunti? Is that the Taoist who often comes to beat the autumn wind and abduct monks? Pooh!"

All the living beings in the main hall didn't make a sound, they just quietly watched the hard-working performance of the two Taoists in the west.

"Fellow Daoist, don't cry, let's sit on the poor road first." Hong Yun, the number one good man in Honghuang, stood up and gave way to Zhunti.

Zhunti sat down on the futon with quick eyesight and quick hands, "Thank you fellow daoist, thank you fellow daoist."

"you are welcome."

Zhunti blurted out a few words of thanks casually, looked at Kunpeng, with a troubled expression on his face, "I am one with senior brother, now I have a seat, and senior brother doesn't have one yet, why don't fellow daoists give up another seat?"

Kunpeng's face was extremely gloomy, and he said in a cold voice, "Why do you want to give up the poor?"

"My brother and I are of the same heart..."

Before Zhunti could finish speaking, Kunpeng said coldly, "None of my business."

Zhunti's complexion also darkened, he exchanged a glance with Jieying, nodded secretly, and at the same time sacrificed a lot of magic power, and forcibly tore Kunpeng off the futon.

Jieyin sat down on the futon, looking sad and suffering, and bowed to Kunpeng, "Thank you, fellow daoist, for stepping aside!"

Suddenly, Kunpeng felt angry and wanted to fight back.

At this time, Hongjun slowly appeared, sitting on the high platform of the hall.

Hongjun exuded the powerful pressure of the saint, and the three thousand powerful men below him were all intimidated by the power of the saint. Kunpeng froze, and naturally he did not dare to make a move in front of Hongjun.

Kunpeng was angry in his heart, but he had no choice but to give up. When he looked at Hongyun again, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent. If it wasn't for his troubles, how could he be taken over?
"There are still introductions and Zhunti, my Kunpeng will not spare you!"

Hongjun sat on the high platform, looked at Sanqing and Nuwa who were sitting below, nodded in relief, and frowned slightly when he saw Jieyin and Zhunti, but the destruction of the Western Spirit Vein was inseparable from his own, so he could only In this way, the great karma of the West is repaid.

"The sermon is divided into three times. This is the first sermon. Now that the order of positions has been determined, this order shall prevail in the future and shall not be changed." Hongjun's voice was ethereal, ethereal, and profound.

Listening to Hongjun's Taoist voice, the group of monks below immediately showed remorse on their faces, "The order can't be changed anymore? So it seems that he specially prepared those six futons?"

"It's a big loss!" The three thousand powers were extremely regretful in their hearts, and they knew that they should also learn from the western duo, so don't be shy.

Regret appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's face, "My dear brother, you shouldn't have given up your position."

Hong Yun seemed indifferent, "It doesn't matter where you sit, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Zhen Yuanzi's attention was sharp, he sensed Kunpeng's murderous intent, and reminded Hongyun in a low voice, "My dear brother, you still need to pay attention to that Kunpeng, he is probably a character who will retaliate against you."

"Probably not? Just give up a futon seat, how big a deal is it?"

"Brother, you must guard against it!"

"Well, it's okay, it's okay, the sermon is about to start, listen to the sermon." Hong Yun said sincerely, not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

After Hongjun decided on the order of positions, the rhythm of the whole body was stirred up, and he was ready to start preaching.

And at this moment, a person slowly walked up to Zixiao Palace with a smile on his face, "The sermon hasn't started yet? The poor Taoist is not late yet, um...just find a seat."

After Wei Shuyu finished refining the top-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure, he came to Chaos to listen to Hongjun Taoism.

Wei Shuyu found an empty place and sat down casually.

"Huh!" At the front, Yuanshi Tianzun let out a very disdainful and contemptuous sound.

Yuanshi was most concerned with etiquette and rules. Wei Shuyu, who came late, was so impolite and half-lying to listen to the sermon, it was really annoying.

The three thousand Zixiao Palace's great powers all frowned slightly, Wei Shuyu was indeed a bit impolite, why didn't he salute Hongjun when he came to listen to the sermon?
Three thousand powerful eyes looked at Hongjun at the same time, "Probably we will drive him out."

Hongjun sat on the high platform, with a calm face, and nodded to Wei Shuyu actively, "I have met fellow Taoist."

Wei Shuyu returned the gift with a smile, "I've met fellow Taoist."

Below, Sanqing, Minghe, Jieyin, Zhunti, Kunpeng, Dijun, Taiyi and other monks were dumbfounded.

"What...what? Fellow Daoist?"

"However, Hongjun has been certified and sanctified, so he actually calls him a fellow Taoist?"

Just when Sanqian Da Neng was astonished, Hongjun's whole body was agitated, and he began to talk about Taoism.

"The liver opens to the eyes, like the brightness of the sun and the moon, and the mirror of the five elements."

"The liver qi is combined with the Sanjiao qi at the top, and the body fluid in the mouth is at the bottom. The body fluid passes through the mysteries, and the bright hall enters the pubic region. The real air flow spreads, and the whole body is moistened, so there is no disease. The spleen is the foundation of the barn, absorbs grains to produce taste, and dissolves dross!"

Hongjun preached that the purple air came from the east, and the golden lotus gushed from the ground, which was infinitely mysterious.

What Hongjun talked about was the way of immortality, from the earth immortal to the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, it can be regarded as the creation of the prehistoric immortal realm system.

The three thousand masters were fascinated by listening, and many difficulties in the practice suddenly became clear.

In a blink of an eye, 3 years have passed.

Hongjun's Dao voice stopped, and the three thousand great powers below slowly woke up from the state of enlightenment, their faces were mostly flushed, as if they were stuck in their throats, a feeling that the Dao was right in front of them, but they couldn't grasp it.

"This sermon is over, and the second sermon is scheduled to be 3 years later, explaining the Taoism above the Daluojin Fairyland!" Hongjun's voice was ethereal and profound.

The bottom three thousand great powers are all trapped in the Da Luo Jin Fairyland, and when they hear the next lecture explaining the Taoism above the Da Luo Jin Fairyland, their faces are full of excitement and anticipation!

Three thousand masters listened to Taoism, and finally realized that Daoist Hongjun's realm was unfathomable. Compared with him, he was like a firefly and a bright moon.

The three thousand great masters all stood up slowly, and bowed to Hongjun, "Thank you, Daozu Hongjun!"

It was him and Hongjun before, but now he directly respects Daozu!

Prehistoric has always been the respect of strength!

Duke Dong thought for a moment, stepped forward, and asked respectfully: "Ancestor Dao, since the Dragon and Han catastrophe, the dragon, phoenix, and kylin tribes have retired, and the world seems to have lost a leader."

After Dong Wanggong finished speaking, the three thousand powerful people all looked at Dong Wanggong, "I can't imagine that he has such ambitions... that he wants to rule the prehistoric world?"

The jade light on the top of Hongjun's head flickered, profound and mysterious. After a while, he said: "The Duke of the East can be the head of the male immortals, and the Queen Mother of the West can be the head of the female immortals."

Listening to Hongjun Daozu's words, Dong Wanggong showed excitement on his face, and saluted again and again, "Thank you Daozu!"

The Queen Mother of the West seemed indifferent, and the head of the female fairy was just a false name, and it would even cause trouble for herself.

Sanqing, Minghe, Kunpeng, Dijun, Taiyi and other monks all had miniature eyes, and they looked at Duke Dong coldly, "I don't know what I can do if I want to rule us in delusion!"

……

Countless streaks of light flew out of Zixiao Palace, descended into Chaos, and returned to the Great Desolation.

When Sanqing, Dijun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and Hongyun turned into flowing light, they suddenly felt a great opportunity to be born, and looked at Buzhou Mountain at the same time.

Buzhou Mountain, foothills.

Sanqing arrived first, his eyes fixed on the spiritual essence exuding seven colors.

Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Jieyin, Zhunti, etc. arrived at the same time, looking at the seven colors, their eyes were full of enthusiasm.

"Lingbao is born!"

In the middle of the foot of the mountain, there is a gourd vine growing, and there are seven clouds on the vine!
boom!
The seven colors rose densely, and the Lingbao finally grew up, exuding infinite treasure.

Lao Tzu Taiqing was impressed, and stepped forward first, "This purple gold gourd is destined to be poor!"

Taiqing Laozi stepped forward and took away the Zijin gourd.

All the great masters have indeed noticed that Lao Tzu has a predestined relationship with Zijin Gourd, and the Sanqingyi is not easy to provoke, so they did not provoke Sanqing.

Yuanshi Tianzun also stepped forward, "This blue gourd is destined to be poor."

Master Tongtian came forward and took away a green leather gourd, which was also the gourd that Wei Shuyu often saw later used to hold wine.

Nuwa's face was solemn, and she also took a step forward, "This golden-skinned gourd is destined for me."

Nuwa also took away a gourd, which is the gourd for attracting demons in later generations.

Hong Yun smiled, "This red skin gourd is destined for me."

The red skin gourd is the Nine Nine Scattered Soul Gourd of later generations.

Tai Yi took a step forward, "I accept this yellow skin gourd!"

The yellow-skinned gourd was taken away by Tai Yi, and countless essences were gathered in the age of the demon court, and refined into the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, which shined brilliantly during the Conferred Gods!
Seven gourds have been taken away and six remain.

The source of the gourd vine seems to have been damaged, and the source is so dry that it is difficult to grow the seventh gourd.

The vines withered quickly, and the seventh purple gourd also quickly became dim.

The faces of all the great powers present were all dignified, even if the seventh gourd withered, it was definitely a treasure, if it could be taken away, it would be a treasure if it was sacrificed and refined.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked sad and suffering, and quickly stepped forward, "This purple-skinned gourd has a predestined relationship with me in the West."

"nonsense!"

"This spirit treasure was born in my east, so what does it matter to you in the west?"

"The West has nothing to do with this gourd!"

Sanqing, Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, etc. are all in unison.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked as if they had eaten a bitter gourd, the two teamed up no matter what, they were not the opponents of so many people.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked more sad and distressed, knowing in their hearts that the gourd would not be available.

"Everyone has already taken a gourd, and the rest of the gourd should belong to me, Xixi!"

"The things in the east have nothing to do with you in the west!" The immortals emphasized this point, excluding Yingying and Zhunti, there was one less opponent.

Jieyin and Zhunti had no choice but to back down, but their eyes were still fixed on the gourd.

Buzhou Mountain fell silent.

Many immortal saints confronted each other, and no one dared to take the lead, it would be tantamount to hatred.

And just as the stalemate persisted, there was an ethereal Dao sound suddenly from heaven and earth.

Swish!

Sanqing, Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, Zhenyuanzi, and Hongyun looked at the source of the sound at the same time.

I saw him wearing an elegant white Taoist robe, walking out slowly, shrunk to an inch, and walked to the gourd vine while breathing.

All the immortals shrank their eyes, "It's him!"

"Daozu Hongjun called him a fellow Taoist when he was preaching in Zixiao Palace..."

Wei Shuyu walked to the side of the gourd vines and looked at the gourd vines.

The six gourds that have been confiscated are all high-grade innate spirit treasures. How can a vine that can bear seven high-grade innate spirit treasures be mortal?

To say the least, it is Chaos Level!

The source of the gourd vine is almost exhausted, but Wei Shuyu still senses the strong energy of chaos, "The root of chaos... the source has been greatly damaged, but it is still a top-grade root of chaos... If it is intact as before... what grade is it? Top-grade root of chaos ?”

Wei Shuyu stood beside the gourd vines, looking at the immortals, with a smile on his face, "Everyone is a fellow Taoist, there is no need to hurt your peace because of a gourd, so let's take this gourd away. It's time to strike."

"We would like to follow the instructions of our predecessors!" Taiqing Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Master Tongtian all nodded respectfully.

Hongjun Daozu is already unfathomable, how can it be so simple to be called a Taoist friend by Daozu?You can't offend, you can only make friends.

Although Di Jun and Tai Yi were unwilling, they could only salute respectfully.

There is no other way to greet and drool with envy.

Right under the eyes of the immortals, Wei Shuyu took down the seventh gourd. The source of the gourd vine has been exhausted. If it is allowed to absorb the source of the gourd vine, it will speed up the loss of vitality of the gourd vine.

Wei Shuyu picked the last gourd, took the gourd vine, and took the rest of the gourd with it.

"Everyone, go on." Wei Shuyu nodded with a smile, and his figure slowly disappeared.

In Buzhou Mountain, there is only a small pit left at the foot of the mountain.

The eyes of all the immortals were dignified, and they were even more afraid of Wei Shuyu, "We didn't realize just now... that gourd vine is also a treasure, and even the soil under the gourd vine is extraordinary! You really deserve to be a senior!"

ps: The monthly pass is doubled, begging for the monthly pass, it’s the end of the month, everyone, please beg for the monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)