Before Ganoderma lucidum had gone far, Patriarch Hongjun quickly asked: "Dare I ask, girl, is this your intention or that of the senior?"
Lingzhi turned around, looked at Patriarch Hongjun with a pout and said, "Is there any difference? Master loves me so much, will he not allow it?"
Ancestor Hongjun smiled bitterly and said: "Of course not. Don't worry, girl. When the old master is free, he will definitely help the girl make it spacious and beautiful."
"That's pretty much it." Lingzhi was satisfied and jumped into the pond with a sudden move.
There were eleven little heads floating in the pond, all looking blankly at Ganoderma lucidum and then at the old Taoist.
Di Jiang Zhu Jiuyin and others have never met Taoist ancestor Hongjun, but Xuanming has been to Zixiao Palace and listened to it personally, so just now, he informed his brothers, sisters and others about the identity of ancestor Hongjun.
"What's wrong?" Ganoderma lucidum surfaced and asked in annoyance when she saw the eleven little heads staring blankly.
"No, it's okay..." Di Jiang and the others shook their heads repeatedly and swam away with their little feet under the water, fearing that Ganoderma would get angry and beat them.
After Lao Dao left, Ganoderma lucidum dived down again. Dijiang and others surfaced, exchanged glances with each other, and were a little stunned again.
The little girl they worship must be too courageous.
The key is, the master of the saint, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, really left like that?
And I really plan to expand the pond.
Is the God Father they think is really a level higher than God Pangu?
This was the idea they had when they first became a disciple of Ganoderma lucidum, but they could not find any evidence later.
What just happened seems to be proof of this.
That senior was indeed more powerful than they imagined.
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Daozu Hongjun was walking on the way to the tea shop, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
He gave the Ganoderma lucidum to that senior. At that time, he asked Lu Yue to chase the Ganoderma lucidum and give it to that senior.
As a result, Lingzhi now gave him such a difficult problem...
That's all... Ancestor Hongjun shook his head. Maybe this was what the senior really meant. He used the Ganoderma lucidum he sent to punish him for making his own decisions.
Then help that little girl open a pond. It's not a big deal anyway.
Moreover, he had told the disciples of the saint before that he could come here in a special way, so it did not count as breaking his promise not to leave Zixiao Palace.
Otherwise, if others knew that Dao Ancestor was running around all over the world and he broke his promise not to leave Zixiao Palace, where would he lose his face?
Not long after, Patriarch Hongjun came outside the tea shop and looked at the innate spiritual roots in front of him.
He had been here before, and in a blink of an eye, he didn't know how many epochs had passed.
The first time Patriarch Hongjun came here, he was just a quasi-sage. It was precisely because of the guidance of that senior that he prospered all the way and became a saint. Then he joined the way of heaven and could control the way of heaven with his own will. Control hundreds of millions of prehistoric creatures.
Ancestor Hongjun truly became a big shot in this ancient world, a unique big shot.
But the higher you climb and the further you see, the more you understand how tall others are.
Ancestor Hongjun couldn't even imagine the height of that senior.
However, Patriarch Hongjun knew that the senior wanted to kill him, it was just a thought.
Daolin's three thousand laws bombarded him, and he wouldn't even be able to retain a trace of his true spirit.
It's not much more difficult than letting Heaven kill an ordinary person with his thoughts.
Ancestor Hongjun took a deep breath and walked into the peach forest.
When Hongjun came this time, he would indeed ask for a job for Haotian, but more importantly, ancestor Hongjun was doing it for himself.
Ancestor Hongjun has mastered eleven of the three thousand Daolin avenues, but there are only eleven of them!
More Daolin Avenues are no longer open to Ancestor Hongjun. Ancestor Hongjun has no way to comprehend and master them.
He could only come here to inquire about the next major events and see if Daolin would have more great laws blooming in front of him for him to comprehend.
Outside the tea shop, Xuan Qing was drinking tea.
Sitting beside her was the Queen Mother of the West.
It feels relatively comfortable, having been like this for tens of thousands of years.
In the past, there were always Qingluan and Sibei around, but those two lively guys rarely come here since the tower was built and powered on.
Xuan Qing smiled and shook his head, feeling happy and quiet, which was good.
In other words, this is the only way to comfort yourself.
His senses suddenly moved, and Xuan Qing raised his head to look at the person coming.
"Greetings, senior." Dao Ancestor Hongjun cupped his fists towards Xuan Qing.
Xuan Qing was surprised at first, then stood up, laughed and said to Hongjun: "Okay, okay, fellow Taoist, come over and sit down."
"Thank you, senior."
Daozu Hongjun was flattered and sat down opposite Xuanqing.
Queen Mother Xi made Hongjun a cup of tea and sat down with a smile.
Xuan Qing smiled and said: "My fellow Taoist and I haven't seen each other for tens of thousands of years, right?"
Ancestor Hongjun said with a smile: "Indeed, the younger generation is lazy and does not pay respect to the seniors from time to time, and hopes that the seniors will atone for their sins."
Xuan Qing smiled and waved his hand: "What are you talking about, fellow Taoist? I can see you again after tens of thousands of years. It's too late for me to be happy, so how can I blame you? Besides, with the cultivation of fellow Taoist, , if we were running around during the previous battle, we might not even see each other."
Daozu Hongjun was stunned for a moment, and then sighed with emotion: "That's true."
In the Lich War, the Pangu projection summoned by the Witch Clan was too powerful.
Moreover, those guys from the Witch Clan are too pure in their control and application of laws.
He actually used the method of fighting ice and fire to break the entire Tianzhu. This was only the method of two ancestral wizards, Gonggong and Zhu Rong.
If the twelve ancestral witches join forces and each activate their own laws, Dao Ancestor Hongjun would not dare to say that he can defeat the twelve ancestral witches without mobilizing the law of heaven.
Xuan Qing picked up the tea cup and said with a smile: "Now there will finally be peace for a while. From now on, be careful and don't interfere in other people's affairs. There won't be much danger when walking outside."
Ancestor Hongjun said: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
Xuanqing smiled and started drinking tea.
This sentence is indeed a pointer. Countless people will die in the Great Tribulation of the Gods, but it will take a long time to come.
Before becoming a god, there were still a lot of killings in various fighting methods, but most of them were sectarian grievances and personal grievances.
Moreover, because they are all disciples of saints from the three religions, they dare not expand the scale for fear of being in front of the saints and slapping them in the face.
Therefore, by being relatively careful and not participating in many disputes, safety can basically be ensured.
Is there peace? Ancestor Hongjun sighed in his heart.
He doesn't want any peace. The laws of the Three Thousand Daolin are all revealed in the killing, and he can only understand them.
Taiping, doesn't it mean that Daolin's Law is no longer manifested, and he can't understand more Daolin Dao?
For a moment, Ancestor Hongjun seemed very silent, even lonely.
Xuan Qing didn't speak, just waited calmly.
