Honghuang Playground

Chapter 233

The clouds and mist are misty, like twinkling ribbons; the spiritual veins bend like a dragon.

At the foot of the mountain, a casual cultivator who was climbing a stone ladder on foot raised his head, looked at the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain, and was fascinated by it, unable to control himself.

"I have been walking in the prehistoric world since I came out of form. It has been a hundred years. I have seen more than ten million mountains and rivers, but I have never seen such a scale of spiritual energy! The location of the saint is really extraordinary!"

A casual cultivator next to him couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words: "You are only a true immortal, and you have only walked for a hundred years. How much world have you seen? I am now a Xuanxian rank, and I have practiced for 300 years, and I have been here many times. Kunlun Mountain, but every time I see you, the feeling of worshiping becomes stronger, let alone you little guy?"

Sanxiu, who was speaking for the first time, blushed, knowing that he had lost his composure in front of the wonderful scene in front of him, and he had lost his caution before these like-minded people.However, compared to the business of this trip, these are not worth mentioning, so I asked: "Senior, have you been to Kunlun Mountain before?"

"Come. I've heard the saint preach twice!"

The young casual cultivator was surprised: "The sage only gave two sermons in total, senior, have you been here?"

"It's natural." The old casual cultivator said without reservation, "What a blessing it is to be able to hear the sage's preaching? How dare I go to other places? Wouldn't it be a great pity if I missed it?"

The young casual cultivator suddenly felt a sense of confidant in his heart, and nodded again and again: "Senior said yes!" After a pause, he couldn't help but enviously said: "Senior is really lucky, born 300 years ago, to be able to hear the saint twice Teaching!"

"I'm a good fortune?" The elder casual cultivator smiled wryly, stopped and looked over his head, his expression was unwilling and yearning, and his voice was even a little dry: "The real good fortune is them!"

The young casual cultivators didn't know what was going on, so they raised their heads together, but saw twelve escaping lights suddenly across the sky, and they shot straight towards the mountainside of Kunlun Mountain.The auspicious clouds and auspicious aura spread out very consciously, allowing twelve escaping lights to enter it, and then regrouped to cover everything up.

"This, this turned out to be flying in? Saint Dojo, how can you be so presumptuous—" The young casual cultivator was surprised. Seeing the look of the older casual cultivator, he couldn't help being stunned, his mind turned, and he realized: "Then Is it a direct disciple of the sage?"

The older casual cultivator smiled wryly and nodded.

The expression of the young casual cultivator suddenly changed, with the same unwillingness, the same longing, and even a trace of jealousy, and said in the same dry voice: "If I transformed myself 300 years ago..."

The two were stunned for a moment, then suddenly pushed by the cultivator behind them, they glared angrily.The two of them knew that they were standing here blocking the way of others, and even blocked the entire team, so they stopped thinking about other things immediately, subconsciously glanced at Xiangyun Ruiqi, and then buried their heads forward again.

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300 years ago, the war of calamity ended, and the two clans of liches withdrew from the prehistoric stage, and prehistoric people really entered the era where saints were respected.Because the calamity is over, the world is instantly clear, and countless creatures come out of form.Coupled with the large tracts of land and resources left behind by the withdrawal of the two Lich clans, Hong Huang changed from a melee to a vigorous new life in a single turn.

At the same time, the Great Saint Sect also opened its gates wide to accept disciples.Taiqing Daodetianzun established a Taoist temple in Shouyang Mountain, Yuqing Yuanyuan Tianzun established a Taoist temple in Kunlun Mountains, and Shangqing Daodetianzun established a Taoist temple in Jin'ao Island above the East China Sea.The criteria for the introduction of Western religions have not changed at all, and Lingshan is still the place for Western religions.

Among these great saint religions, except for the Supreme Saint's human religion, there is no willingness to accept disciples, and the elucidation, cut-off teaching, and Western religions all open their doors to absorb disciples.The monks in the prehistoric area flocked to Kunlun Mountain because they were too far away from the East China Sea and Lingshan Mountain.

However, what the monks didn't expect was that the original sage who explained the teaching had already recruited twelve disciples in the last calamity 300 years ago!In desperation, the casual cultivators could only wait for the sermon to be delivered once every hundred years.Fortunately, there were rumors that the sage would accept another disciple among the audience, which made many monks not make up their minds to abandon the Kunlun Mountain in front of them and go to Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea or the Lingshan Mountain in the West to seek opportunities.

Today is the third centenary, the day when the saint preached for the third time.Therefore, the stone path outside Kunlun Mountain was full of monks who came to listen to the Tao on foot.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sun has risen from the ground level to mid-air.All the monks have already recorded that on the spacious and borderless square, they cast their eyes on the front of the square with eager anticipation.

In the front is a high platform, on which there is a black and yellow futon.Under the high platform is a row of monks, a total of 12 monks. Their aura is extraordinary, and the light of Lingbao shrouds their bodies. They are the twelve direct disciples of the saint.Outside of them, there was an open space, and all the monks sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting to hear the sermon.

A moment later, the first disciple of the twelve direct disciples stood up, walked to the side of the high platform with a face-lifting face, and suddenly knocked on the golden bell standing there.When the bell rang, all the monks sat upright, extremely serious.

The monk who rang the bell looked around and found nothing wrong, so he shouted loudly: "Respectfully, teacher!"

All the monks kowtowed together and shouted: "Respectfully, teacher!"

After the words were finished, the monks raised their heads again, and saw that Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun appeared on the futon as before.The aura of a hero merged with the vast sky, came to the top of the monks, and made everyone involuntarily kowtow again: "Greetings to the Supreme Saint Yuqing!"

The saint nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the monks one by one, and finally spoke after seeing everyone thoroughly.

"Whether there is a mixture, say..."

The true biography of the Great Dao spit out from the mouth of the saint one by one, and the golden lotus Tianyin quietly appeared, flying around the monks.In just an instant, all the monks were already addicted to it, and their spirits were ethereal.

In this way, the seven days and seven nights passed quickly, and the sage stopped preaching and kept silent.After the monks woke up, although they wanted to continue listening, they were powerless, so they could only kowtow and thank you.

"Thank you saint for your mercy!"

The saint nodded slowly, without saying a word.His eyes swept over the twelve disciples, and then at the monks.

According to the rules of the past two times, the saint will leave at this time, and he didn't want to stay today, which immediately attracted the attention and speculation of all the monks.

Could it be that the sage wants to re-elect disciples?
This speculation surged into the hearts of all the monks, causing everyone to widen their eyes and hold their breath.

Just as everyone was guessing, the saint suddenly tapped a monk and asked, "Are you a human race?"

The monk was so excited that he immediately stood up and said, "Yes. Pindao is a human race that was born on the coast of the East China Sea a hundred years ago!"

The saint nodded slightly: "I have something that needs your time, would you like it?"

The monk immediately knelt down on the ground and said, "Please send me the saint!"

The sage nodded in satisfaction, and said, "300 years have passed, and the twelve disciples under my seat will be educated in the human race, and you will be the leader! If you can complete it, you can join me as a named disciple in the future!"

The monk was overjoyed, and kowtowed immediately: "This fate must be fulfilled!"

"Okay. You wait and go now!"

After the saint said, he waved his sleeves and the twelve disciples disappeared together with the monk.After glancing at the monks, he also disappeared suddenly, leaving only a sentence floating in the air.

"Let's go too!"

The monks looked at each other in blank dismay, but they had no choice but to disperse on their own.

And three thousand miles away, twelve saint disciples were saluting the human monk and asking for his name.The human cultivator saluted respectfully, and replied: "The poor way to the South Pole."

(End of this chapter)