Chapter 81: Three Lectures by Hongjun of Zixiao Palace

After the war between the witches and the lich, the prehistoric world was desolate. After the war, the prehistoric world was no longer as prosperous as before. The earth was sunken, the mountains and rivers were broken, the rivers were cut off, the grass and trees were broken, and the stars were broken... I really don't know when the prehistoric world will recover.

But, then again, the thing that the prehistoric world lacks the least is time, which can heal all scars. After this war, the witches and the lich tribes were both injured. Each of them is recovering, accumulating strength, and developing their own tribes with all their strength, waiting for the next war to avenge their hatred.

Without the leadership of the witches and the lich tribes, the fighting in the prehistoric world has decreased a lot, and the prehistoric world has ushered in a rare period of peace.

In the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed, and the time for Hongjun Daozu's third preaching is about to come. The great supernatural powers in the prehistoric world have rushed to Zixiao Palace in groups, and Yuanshi and the other two have also stopped preaching and are ready to go to Zixiao Palace to listen.

"During this sermon, Daozu Hongjun will distribute spiritual treasures. After the sermon, Daozu will unite with the Heavenly Dao. From then on, Hongjun will be the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao will not be Hongjun. If the catastrophe does not occur, Hongjun will not appear. At that time, the prehistoric world will usher in real prosperity and development. There are many treasures on the treasure distribution rock during this sermon. Why not bring a few more people?" Yuanshi thought so.

"Xuanqing, Linglong, Baiyi, Xiaoyue, you all come to see me quickly!" Thinking of this, Yuanshi called his four apprentices by voice transmission.

"Hello, teacher! Hello, two uncles!" The four heard the voice transmission and did not dare to delay, and came to pay their respects immediately.

"The third sermon of the Taoist Master is about to begin. I see that you four have not been negligent in your cultivation over the years. You have all reached the middle stage of the Golden Immortal. This time, I will take you to see the sermon."

Yuanshi looked at his four disciples in front of him with a satisfied smile on his face. Although they were only nominal disciples, Yuanshi did not treat them unfairly at all, and their performance also made Yuanshi quite satisfied.

"Ah?!"

The four of them were a little confused. The teacher had never taken them to see the Zixiao Palace. Every time he gave a sermon, they could only stay at home bored and could not go out. They were tired of it. Now their teacher would actually take them out to listen to the sermon. Suddenly, they felt that they were overwhelmed by the huge happiness.

"Why? Don't want to!" Yuanshi showed a trace of helplessness on his face and said lightly.

"Ah? No! No! Disciple thank you, teacher!" The four of them reacted immediately and thanked Yuanshi.

"Brother, how did you think of taking them to listen to the sermon?" At this time, ** asked in confusion. Didn't his elder brother always hate trouble? Why would he take his four disciples to listen to the teachings now?

"I feel that there will be an opportunity this time. I will take them with me to see if I can get something." Yuanshi said mysteriously.

"Hmm? Opportunity?" Tongtian was puzzled.

"Okay, no need to delay any longer, let's go." After that, Yuanshi did not stay any longer and took a few people to rush into the chaos.

When they arrived at Zixiao Palace, they found that many people had already come. As soon as Yuanshi and his friends entered Zixiao Palace, they immediately attracted everyone's attention. To be precise, it was Yuanshi who attracted everyone.

It was not because Yuanshi was too handsome, nor because Yuanshi had the highest cultivation, but because Yuanshi had created a new realm before, which made the cultivators not quite understand. Now that the real master has arrived, they just happened to observe it.

Yuanshi's eyes were as calm as water, without any fluctuations, and his whole body was restrained. It looked like seeing a mortal, and it was impossible to tell the truth. But the cultivators knew that Yuanshi could not be a mortal. The cultivators felt that Yuanshi was like the sea, unfathomable.

The faces of the demons such as the demon emperor Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, etc. became even uglier, with hatred, unwillingness, and a little fear in their eyes. They didn't expect Yuanshi's cultivation to improve so quickly. It seems that it will be difficult for them to avenge their revenge.

Yuanshi's face did not change at all, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all. Although he was watched by the cultivators, he did not even look at them, as if he was treating a flower or a grass as ordinary things that could not be more ordinary. Although the cultivators could not feel Yuanshi's emotional fluctuations, they only felt that they were ignored at this moment, completely ignored.

A trace of resentment rose in everyone's heart. They and others were at least the overlords in the prehistoric world. Even if they were not the overlords, they were almost the same. In the prehistoric world, they were respected by countless people, and they had never suffered such a cowardice today, but in your eyes, Yuanshi, we were looked down upon. It's really impossible not to make people angry.

Yuanshi ignored the complicated feelings of the monks. He led a few people and went straight to the front of the hall. He sat on the first cushion, then arranged four disciples beside him. He no longer looked at the others, but began to close his eyes and rest.

Yuanshi was disdainful of the monks, but his disciples were miserable. The four people sat behind Yuanshi and felt like sitting on pins and needles. Countless eyes looked at them, and many people had much higher cultivation than themselves. It would be strange if they could sit comfortably, but they were afraid of their teacher and couldn't move.

Yuanshi saw it and smiled mysteriously in his heart. Although his four disciples had good cultivation, they had not seen much of the world. In the future, even if others didn't say it for the sake of Yuanshi, they would inevitably be looked down upon in their hearts. Now that there are so many big figures here, it must be enough for them to cultivate their hearts.

Sure enough, the facts were not beyond Yuanshi's expectations. His four disciples were a little panicked at the beginning, then a little uncomfortable, and then a little uncomfortable, and finally gradually became calm and calm. They also learned from Yuanshi, closed their eyes, and comprehended the Tao.

The performance of the four was seen by everyone. The monks nodded and thought, they are indeed worthy of being the disciples of Yuqing Yuanshi. They adapt quickly and have good character!

Time passed little by little, and more and more people came to listen to the Tao. However, Zixiao Palace only had such a small area, which was only enough for 3,000 people. Once the 3,000 people were full, the others could only be regarded as having no chance, being rejected in the chaos and unable to find the way. After all, the Tao cannot be spread lightly.

With the arrival of the last few people, Zixiao Palace was full and the palace gate was closed. It was Haotian and Yaochi, the two boys, who announced the rules and then went to ring the golden bell to announce the start of the sermon.

"The third sermon begins, you are not allowed to make loud noises!"

The increasingly ethereal and loud figure of Daozu Hongjun slowly appeared on the cloud platform in front of the hall, making it difficult to see the truth or falsehood, and only felt that he was unfathomable.

"Hongjun, have you been influenced so much by the Heavenly Dao?! I really don't know whether it is good or bad? Ha!" Yuanshi's pupils suddenly shrank.

Daozu Hongjun was still wearing a dark Taoist robe, with an ancient face. His eyes suddenly opened, revealing an unimaginable indifference, cold and ruthless, as if containing endless vicissitudes. He glanced at the monks of Zixiao Palace, and when he saw Yuanshi, his eyes moved slightly, and then there was no more fluctuation. That look was even more indifferent than Yuanshi's before, as if he was looking at a group of straw dogs.

Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs!

Perhaps, in Hongjun's eyes, everyone is like that straw dog, with no other difference. But this time, the crowd did not have the same resentment as before when they were ignored by Yuanshi. They just felt that Daozu was unfathomable, and such an expression was very normal.

Hongjun ignored their thoughts, and the indifferent voice sounded in the hall:

"The third and final sermon begins, and you all understand it!"