If the futon is just a futon, then Hongjun doesn't care and Wang Ping can do whatever he wants.
But the problem is, this futon is an opportunity for sanctification, and each futon has a quota.
Something that was originally very solemn was suddenly made so dramatic.
Hongjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't know how to speak.
Wang Ping had already made it very clear that he would sell it off to give him face.
If you don't give face, wouldn't you even sell it?
The people who knew the inside story, such as the Supreme Leader, were all looking at Hongjun quietly at this time. Seeing Hongjun's silence, everyone felt something bad in their hearts.
Looking at this situation, Daozu has acquiesced in this boy's approach!
Not wanting to think so much, the Supreme Master rushed to say: "I want one, how can I sell it?"
"It depends on what you can come up with. If I think it's okay, I can give you a futon."
Wang Ping was beaming with joy. He was so happy that he was the one to designate the place for becoming a saint.
If He wants to deny it to someone, doesn’t that mean that person will not be able to become a saint?
"Little friend, we are destined. As long as you give me and my senior brother a futon each, the two of us will recognize you as our third brother."
At this time, Zhunti suddenly spoke.
Wang Ping, who had a dark face, cursed: "Go away, it's embarrassing to ask me to be your eldest brother and take you two with me."
Tongtian on the side was even more furious and said: "Zhunti, you treat my eldest brother as your third brother, are you trying to deceive me, Tongtian, into not killing you?"
When Wang Ping chased Taishang and Yuanshi for futons, Tongtian and Kunpeng did not let Zhunti and Jieyin go easily, and chased and attacked them for many years.
"Holy bit distribution detected, please select."
"One: Distribute the futon to the original saints, avoid attracting the attention of Tiandao and Hongjun, and reward them with a dragon scale armor."
"Two: Distribute according to the host's preferences. If Hongjun is dissatisfied, he will be rewarded with a Sun God Needle."
"Three: Destroy the distribution of the holy throne, arouse the murderous intention of Hongjun and Tiandao, and reward Pangu with one of the nine styles."
The choice of system always comes so unexpectedly. Wang Ping was stunned for a moment and started to compare.
Almost instantly, Wang Ping rejected the third one.
Although the reward is very good, it seems to be Pangu's move.
But the question is, what is the difference between his move and the fight between Tiandao and Hongjun.
If he dares to do this, Hongjun and Tiandao will directly deal with him. He is not sure that he can deal with these two guys now.
The second option is to distribute according to preference. This is better than the third option. Only Hongjun is offended.
It's just that the difference between offending Hongjun and offending Tiandao is not that big.
In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Wang Ping did not want Tongtian to become a saint.
Now Tongtian recognized him as his eldest brother, and his attitude towards him was remarkable.
Wang Ping could tell that Tongtian was sincere to him.
Knowing that becoming a saint would mean being controlled by Tiandao and Hongjun, Wang Ping naturally did not want to reach heaven and become a saint.
But the problem now is that because of the relationship between Pangu Yuan Shen, Tongtian has good talents and has been targeted by Heaven for a long time.
Moreover, if Tongtian is not sanctified, it will have a great impact on the trajectory of history.
At that time, the development of the entire prehistoric period may deviate from the track and not go as he originally imagined.
"I can only help them later."
Wang Ping sighed, his current strength was far from enough.
After making up his mind, Wang Ping made the first choice.
But it was not that easy for Jisheng to take the futon from his hand.
After finally grabbing it, if he didn't let them get some blood, wouldn't it be a shame for his hard-earned efforts before?
"How about I exchange this with you?"
At this time, the Supreme Being suddenly spoke, turned over his hand and took out a small piece of grass that emitted a faint purple light.
Wang Ping took it curiously, what was it, but he could feel that the grass contained rich energy.
"It's OK, I'll give you one."
With a murmur, Wang Ping took the color of grass and threw a futon to the prince.
Throwing the purple grass, Wang Ping snapped his fingers, and the purple grass turned into a spicy stick. Wang Ping grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
The sudden scene shocked everyone. What kind of move was this and what was it conjured?
However, everyone who quickly came to their senses looked at the futon in Wang Ping's hand with fiery eyes.
Now one has been exchanged, but there are only five left.
"We senior brothers want two. Little friend, I will give you a branch of my unique Seven Treasures Tree. Seeing that we are destined..."
Zhunti shouted and took out a branch that emitted colorful light.
But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Ping.
"Get out of here. Besides, I'm destined to be in a hurry with you. You can only change one of your branches."
The dark-faced Wang Ping grabbed Zhunti's branch and threw a futon over it.
Now that he heard the word "destined", he felt uneasy, as if he had seen him being abducted to Buddhism by Zhunti.
"This is a chilling lotus I got before. Can I exchange it for one?"
At this time, Jie Yin spoke with a smile and pulled away Zhunti, who didn't know why Wang Ping exploded and looked confused when he said they were destined.
He took it and took a look at it. It seemed that it was not a simple thing, so Wang Ping threw it away.
The remaining three were given half by Wang Ping to Yuan Shi and Nuwa in exchange.
It’s not that others don’t have better treasures, it’s just that because of the mission, Wang Ping can’t give them to them.
Wang Ping naturally left the last one to his younger brother Tongtian.
Seeing that the futons were distributed and all fell into the hands of the people he was expecting, Hongjun was extremely satisfied and officially started his lecture.
"Xuan is the ancestor of nature, and the most important sect of all things. The master of Xuan Tao is to obtain it from within, to guard it from outside, to use it as a god, and to forget it as a weapon. This is the key point of thinking about Xuan Tao."
"Riding on the stream of light, riding the flying scenery, reaching the six emptiness, and penetrating the inner layer. It comes from the highest, and enters the lowest. Passing through the sweaty gate, wandering through the wild wilderness. Carefree and trance..."
Hongjun opened his mouth, and a series of mysterious words came out of his mouth. Flowers rained down, golden lotuses surged from the ground, and cranes flew in a colorful display.
Everyone sitting in the Zixiao Palace sank in unconsciously, unable to extricate themselves.
Wang Ping was also among these people, and Hongjun's words seemed to open a new door for him.
Many things that I didn't understand before were clearly presented to me one by one.
The cultivation realm, strength correspondence, etc. that were not clear before were all understood.
When practicing together, the mortal realm is divided into four realms: refining essence to transform into qi, refining qi to transform into spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, and refining emptiness to combine with Tao.
After that, he transformed into an immortal, a human immortal, an earthly immortal, a heavenly immortal, a golden immortal, a Taiyi golden immortal, a Daluo golden immortal, a quasi-sage, and a saint.
However, Hongjun only briefly talked about the ways of quasi-sage and saint, but did not go into details.
Hongjun mainly talks about the realm of cultivation under the quasi-sage.
All sentient beings in the ancient world were immersed in Hongjun's sermons and could not extricate themselves.
Hearing the wonderful things, everyone was very happy and happy.
But there are exceptions. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have never listened to it since they first heard it. They all look confused.
After insisting on listening for a while, but finally unable to listen, the Twelve Ancestral Witches quietly turned around and left.
This is related to the Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves. What Hongjun talks about is the way of the soul. However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have no soul, so naturally they cannot understand it.
