Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

It was an ordinary monkey head, except for its somewhat spirited eyes, it was no different from other monkey demons.

Haotian paused, his gaze fixed on the two sides of the monkey's head, where there were three ears on each side, small and exquisite, making it look particularly strange.

"You are the Six-Eared Macaque!" Although it was said in a questioning tone, Haotian said it with great certainty.

The monkey trembled, tears welling in its eyes, and quickly knelt down, saying, "It is indeed this little monkey. This little monkey sincerely wishes to become your disciple. Please, senior, do not drive it away."

Haotian breathed a sigh of relief. It really was you. Back when you first preached at Zixiao Palace, your master suddenly said, "The Dharma cannot be passed on to six ears," and the gods didn't understand why.

However, after the gods returned to the primordial world, the secrets of heaven were revealed. The guests in Zixiao Palace all knew the Dao Ancestor's intention. It turned out that the Six-Eared Macaque dared to rely on his innate supernatural powers to secretly eavesdrop on the sage's teachings. The gods took this as a lesson and extended it to refer to a third person, meaning that the Daoist teachings should not be passed on to outsiders.

But this is where the tragedy of the Six-Eared Macaque began. Every cultivator who has been to the Purple Cloud Palace knows his name. He even dared to spy on saints. He was truly audacious.

Looking at his miserable appearance, Haotian could guess that he had lived a miserable life all these years, and no one dared to pass on the Dao techniques and supernatural powers to him, after all, he was a person on the Dao Ancestor's blacklist.

"Please, senior, accept this little monkey as your disciple." The Six-Eared Macaque knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, his eyes filled with tears.

Haotian sighed. When his master said those words, he thought that if they were destined to meet, they would meet again. After all, this was formed from a drop of the essence blood of the Chaotic Demon Ape. It was good at listening, could discern reason, knew the past and the future, and understood all things. It definitely had the potential to become a quasi-saint!

"You little monkey are really bold, daring to spy on the sage's sermon." Haotian snorted coldly. At present, the Six-Eared Macaque's cultivation level is only at the Xuanxian realm, which can guarantee that he will not die of old age.

However, the two Wu tribes have fought for so many years, and although they are seriously injured, they have never fallen. It has to be said that they are still somewhat lucky.

"Little monkey knows he was wrong, little monkey knows he was wrong!" The six-eared macaque trembled and kowtowed repeatedly, trying to explain, "It was the little monkey who was bold, the little monkey has sincerely repented."

The Six-Eared Macaque cautiously raised his head, afraid that the Taoist in front of him would disappear. His voice was very soft, and his whole body trembled as he spoke: "Back then, I was only at the Golden Immortal level. I only knew how to rely on my innate supernatural powers. I heard secrets from many seniors until I overheard the news of the Taoist Ancestor preaching."

"With the little monkey's cultivation level, it was impossible to reach the Chaos Realm. So it harbored delusions, thinking that those seniors could not discover the little monkey's supernatural powers. That's why it developed a Daoist heart and began to spy on the Dao Ancestor."

As he spoke, the Six-Eared Macaque groaned, as if he had returned to the day when the nightmare was about to end: "At that time, the little monkey only heard the words 'The law is not passed on to six ears' and then fainted. When he woke up, his cultivation was sealed. Although he kowtowed to the heavens and begged for mercy, he was always in this situation and could only wander in the prehistoric world from then on."

"After becoming disheartened, the little monkey would bow down whenever he encountered a sacred mountain, kneeling for a hundred years. If no immortal appeared, he would continue walking. Once the elders in the mountain heard my name, they would drive the little monkey away."

"Serves you right!" Haotian commented sincerely. "Don't think the Dao Ancestor is harsh. Sages are in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and are its representatives. Your unauthorized spying was a great offense. It's already a mercy from Master that you weren't executed immediately!"

Haotian looked at the Six-Eared Macaque with great pity, but his heart was not moved at all. A sage is so supreme and noble that even a slight offense to him would be a great humiliation, let alone eavesdropping on his sermon.

Master was still kind-hearted and spared the little monkey's life!

However, the Six-Eared Macaque also solved a mystery for him. At that time, the teachings of Zixiao Palace were being passed down, and those who could sense the opportunity to hear the bell were either Taiyi Golden Immortals or Daluo Golden Immortals. How could a mere Golden Immortal like him know that?

So you were eavesdropping on other Daoist conversations! You're really bold; who knows how many powerful beings you've created karma with!

"Master?" The Six-Eared Macaque's expression changed drastically upon hearing Haotian's light rebuke. He looked up at the Taoist priest in disbelief, "Senior is a disciple of the Dao Ancestor?"

"Not bad." Haotian nodded. There was nothing to deny about it. Hongjun Daozu was no disreputable master.

"This little monkey knows he was wrong. Please forgive him, Dao Ancestor. Please spare my life, Senior." The Six-Eared Macaque was so frightened that he cried and kept kowtowing. Seeing that his forehead was bleeding from the kowtow, Haotian pointed at him and he was immediately imprisoned, with only his two eyes able to move.

"Stop kowtowing. If Master wanted your life, would he have waited until today?" Haotian said irritably. Since Master had shown mercy, this humble Daoist would not be so ruthless.

"Can your innate divine power still be used?" Haotian blinked and released him from his restraints. The Six-Eared Macaque touched his ears and smiled bitterly. "Ever since the Dao Ancestor punished me, I was demoted by a realm. No matter how I cultivate, I can't improve. This innate divine power is also useless. I can only be like an ordinary cultivator."

Haotian activated the laws, channeling his magical power into his eyes. With a flash of divine light, he indeed saw the power of the Heavenly Dao on both sides of the Six-Eared Macaque's ears. It was a law of stillness that directly sealed his supernatural powers. There was also a power within the Six-Eared Macaque's body that prevented him from absorbing spiritual energy.

It's tragic, but he deserved it.

"Why don't you join the demon race?" Haotian asked, stroking his chin.

"When the demon race was founded, I thought about joining, but at that time I couldn't find where the demon race was." The Six-Eared Macaque's eyes lost their luster as he spoke of this. "I heard that the demon race sent all the demons to the Heavenly Court, but I, a little monkey, had no race and was all alone. I was also injured and was driven out by the Tiger Clan."

"A few years ago, I encountered a junior shaman from the Wu clan. He was at the Golden Immortal realm and mistook the little monkey for a demon. He attacked immediately, and the little monkey barely escaped with his life, but he was also seriously injured. That's how I met you, senior."

Haotian couldn't help but click his tongue. Was this considered a sign of good fortune?

He wanted to join the demon race but was unexpectedly driven out. However, if he had actually joined, given that the Six-Eared Macaque could never improve his cultivation, he would probably only be cannon fodder in the future and would die in battle sooner or later.

Despite not joining the Wu tribe, they were mistaken for demons and hunted down. On the verge of death, they encountered each other again, especially as the Wu and demon tribes were about to go to war.

This guy's luck is really strange!

"Fine, you can stay with me then." Haotian shook his head, dismissing any further thoughts. "However, I will not accept you as my disciple."

"Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior." The Six-Eared Macaque knelt down and bowed eagerly. This was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. To have him by one's side, even if he was just a novice, was probably better than the disciples of other great supernatural beings.

Moreover, the fact that others are unwilling to take him in is enough; what more could he possibly want?

"You..." Haotian was about to say something when he suddenly raised his head. A Taoist in a yellow robe walked from the west, holding a branch that shimmered with seven-colored divine light.

"Junior Brother, what brings you to the stroll today?" The voice grew closer, arriving in the blink of an eye. He glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise, "The Six-Eared Macaque?"