Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 230: Preaching cause and effect, Duke Dongwang who failed in evolution!

This weird arrangement made Kunpeng's heart tremble.

Especially after Jie Yin sat down and glanced at Him with a smile, He felt like sitting on pins and needles while sitting on the futon, like a lump in his throat and a thorn in his back!
I always feel like I am involved in some big cause and effect!
At this time, the aloof Hongjun spoke:

"The seats have been decided. Let's sit like this when delivering sermons from now on."

After hearing these words, one of the gods immediately asked:

“May I ask the saint if he preached more than once?”

“There should be three sermons, and each sermon lasts for 3000 years!”

Having said that, Hongjun no longer gave anyone a chance to ask questions or even act like a monster, and immediately began to preach the Tao and explain all the mysteries.

In the main hall, a purple energy rises hazily, as if it is real or illusory, making the god's heart clear and his thoughts alive.

There were even flowers falling from the sky, golden lotuses gushing from the ground, and nectar falling on the sacred body of Da Luo to correct their mistakes on the road.

It is also reorganizing the practice system and determining the realm:

"Refining essence into Qi, refining Qi into spirit, refining spirit into void, refining void into Tao, becoming true immortal, golden immortal, Taiyi golden immortal, Da Luo golden immortal!"

Although Hongjun explained it one by one from simple to complex, from low to high, the gods fell into it one after another, gained insight into all the mysteries, verified it with their own bodies, checked for omissions, filled in the gaps, and made corrections.

Of course, there are also special ones, such as the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

They ate the buffet openly!
They eat smallpox and golden lotus and drink nectar.

"Gonggong, come here, this nectar is good, drink more, drink more."

Jumang stretched out his hand and collected the nectar from the sky, and forced it into Gonggong's mouth:

"Taste it carefully and remember the taste. You can also deduce this recipe another day. We can drink it whenever we want!"

"Well, good good good good good good!"

Gonggong nodded repeatedly.

Xuan Ming on the side was a little unhappy. She shouted angrily, which shocked the surrounding gods and almost woke them up:
"The dew falling from the sky should belong to my avenue of rain. It is up to me to drink it and analyze it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could close her mouth, Hou Tu stuffed several golden lotuses into her mouth:

"Eat what you have, haven't you heard what the sage said? We can come and eat and drink for free three times, each time for 3000 years!"

As soon as these words came out, Hongjun, who was on the jade steps, paused for a moment.

What do you think of His majestic saint’s ashram?

However, He was still helpless.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches have no soul and do not cultivate the Dao. No matter how mysterious and incisive your preaching is, to them it is just playing the piano to an ox!

Moreover, He once perceived some truths in Mount Buzhou:
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were manipulated by some bastards!Most of them are the incarnations of some kind of guy here!
The most important thing is that the essence of the twelve ancestral witches is twelve drops of Pangu's essence and blood, which is one of the anchor points for Pangu to stay in the ancient world.

Although He has become a saint now and is not afraid of Pangu's will, and can even force Him to retreat, but He does not want to completely anger Him and see that he is empty and true.

"I will endure!"

Hongjun abandoned external feelings and concentrated on preaching. He planned to repay the interest of cause and effect first, and finally pay the principal of the innate spiritual treasure.

At the beginning of the world, in order to comprehend the three thousand great laws of creation on the jade plate and forcefully suppress Luo Hu, who occupied two of the best innate spiritual roots, he had no choice but to withhold hundreds of millions of innate spiritual treasures.

As a result, some innate saints were born alone and had nothing to offer them. Both their Taoism and their magical abilities against enemies were weaker.

In the end, there were no tigers in the mountains and the monkey became the king.

Let Fuxi, Baize, Jieyin and other gods benefit, fight for King Qilin, expel the gods, seize the opportunity, and walk before the gods.

This is a huge cause and effect, and He needs to repay it one by one, otherwise it will hinder some of His plans.

Jie Yin pretended to be immersed in it, while Ran Deng was bored and thinking.

Although the great road that Hongjun talked about was mysterious, it had very little effect on him.

It can be said that it is tasteless to eat and a pity to discard.

"Perhaps I should change my mind and bring Maitreya, Tingting, and Liuer with me?"

"Yes! Why didn't I think of this!" Ran Deng was so excited that he almost slapped his thigh, but stopped himself at the critical moment:

"Be low-key, low-key!"

"However, next time I really should bring my disciples and let them listen to the saint's sermons and lay a pragmatic foundation."

"The most important thing is that when they travel through the wilderness in the future, they can proudly shout: I also listened to the Taoist sermon in Zixiao Palace, and I was one of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace!"

"In this way, wouldn't it mean that people are a generation older, or even dozens or hundreds of generations older?"

"Wonderful!"

……

Time is long, and 3000 years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

Hongjun stopped speaking, and all the gods woke up one after another. They thanked Hongjun with the courtesy of a disciple and shouted:

"Saint Mercy!"

"The next sermon should be after the Unitarian Church, so you can go away!"

While Hongjun was speaking, he glanced at Ran Deng inadvertently, as if he was afraid that Ran Deng would cause trouble for him again.

However, when the saint's thoughts came true, the thing he least wanted to see happened.

A saint who was about to be forgotten by Ran Deng jumped out, imitating the way of mentioning and leading, and howled loudly:

"Teacher Hongjun, I'm suffering too!"

"I hope the teacher will take pity on me and help my disciple to show me the way forward and correct the way forward."

"I beg the teacher for mercy, the saint for mercy!"

The one who jumped out was not His God, but Prince Dong!

Sensing Hongjun's immediate gaze, Ran Deng shrugged, meaning that the matter really had nothing to do with him.

He didn't expect that the Dongwang Guild would jump out at this time.

"Prince Dong, why are you suffering? Let's talk about it for now."

On the jade steps, Hongjun spoke.

At this moment, some of the gods had already thought of something, and they suddenly felt cold and frightened!
After the death of Emperor Jun and Taiyi, more than a hundred Daluo saints could not help but send messages to Emperor Jun, telling them about the past events.

"Thanks to the sage teacher, thanks to the teacher's wrong love, he helped me achieve Daluo. He also entrusted me with an important task and appointed me as the first male immortal."

"But I failed to live up to the teacher's expectations. It took ten yuan meetings and a long time to accomplish nothing. I really feel sorry for the teacher!"

"Today, Duke Dongwang is willing to ask the teacher to take back this dragon-headed crutch, deprive me of my title, and let me become a mortal god."

"Teacher Wanqi has mercy!"

Prince Dong prostrates himself on the ground, bursting into tears. He puts his hands on his head and holds a dragon-headed crutch high.

"What a good Prince Dong, a good one who takes retreat in order to advance. This has withstood the beating of reality. Have you grown?"

Ran Deng watched everything silently, but in his heart he was speaking ill of Duke Dong:

"The timing was perfect and the methods were not wrong, but you have forgotten that Hongjun suffered a lot of stimulation today!
Also, Emperor Jun didn't even fight for the futon. It was obvious that he didn't want to be inferior to others and pointed his sword at the position of Emperor of Heaven. "

"You have already been defeated once and you actually want to fight again."

"Ah~"

Among the gods, Di Jun and Tai Yi understood the whole story.

Emperor Jun's expression was cautious, but Taiyi's face was filled with anger, and he even called out from the chaos, wanting to hit Prince Dong with a bell!

Di Jun stopped him and signaled him to wait and see what happened.

On the jade steps, Hongjun's expression was indifferent, but he also remembered that he had accidentally dropped this chess piece.

In addition to the East Prince, there is also the Queen Mother of the West!
(End of this chapter)