Thirty-three days away, in Zixiao Palace, a pair of golden boys and girls were standing under the palace gate and looking up.
Jintong said: "Ancestor said that from today onwards, Zixiao Palace will welcome people one after another. I wonder who will come first?"
"Dongwang Gong and Xiwangmu are the Xuanmen immortals. I think they should have arrived first. After all, there are not many seats in Zixiao Palace." Jade Girl guessed.
"I don't think so."
The golden boy shook his head and said with a thoughtful look on his face: "Do you still remember who the ancestor summoned last before he became a saint?"
The jade girl recalled: "Many powerful Xuanmen have been summoned. The last one to be summoned must be Taoist Sanqing."
"That's right." The golden boy showed admiration and talked eloquently: "To say that this Sanqing Taoist is really amazing. He dares to follow our ancestors straight to Mount Sumeru. He is worthy of being the Pangu sect. This courage alone is enough." Unparalleled by ordinary sacredness!"
"That's true. That battle was extremely dangerous. The two protectors all fell. However, these Sanqing brothers survived. This shows how lucky they are. From that time on, Taoist Sanqing and our ancestors left. is near."
The jade girl agreed very much with the golden boy's words, paused and said: "It's just that the East Prince and the West Queen Mother have put in a lot of hard work in managing Xuanmen affairs, but now they are outdone by the Sanqing brothers, which is a pity. "
"Time, luck, fate, things in the world are so unpredictable!" The golden boy looked up into the depths of chaos and sighed.
As the only children under the ancestor Hongjun, this pair of golden boys and girls have always been with the ancestor, taking care of the affairs of the Zixiao Palace. They know very well about the people the ancestor interacts with. Just tell me. I chatted casually.
Suddenly, the energy of chaos surged, and the three brothers of Pangu Zhengzong came hand in hand. When the three Taoists saw the gate of Zixiao Palace, they all showed smiles on their faces.
Among them, the white-haired Taoist Master showed an amiable look on his face and asked kindly: "Two boys, has anyone who listened to the Taoism been here in Zixiao Palace?"
The two boys immediately saluted and said in unison: "No one has come to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon. The three Taoists are the first to come inside and wait."
"good!"
After hearing what the boy said, the smiles on the faces of the Sanqing brothers became even stronger, and they all saluted, "Thank you, boy, for your guidance."
Sanqing took the opportunity to enter, and saw that the solemn and solemn Zixiao Palace was filled with mysterious and mysterious Taoist charms, revealing an impenetrable mystery. In this somewhat coercive atmosphere, their footsteps could not help but He became calm.
The Zixiao Palace was very empty, with only six futons neatly placed in the palace. When Sanqing saw the futons, he immediately remembered the original instructions of ancestor Hongjun.
Tongtian, the youngest member of the Three Pure Ones, sighed: "No wonder Patriarch Hongjun told us to come earlier. It turns out there are so few seats in Zixiao Palace!"
Lao Yuan started to look puzzled, pointed at the futons and said: "The left is your respect, the three futons on the left belong to me, Sanqing, but I don't know if there is any other sacred place in this ancient world that can be on an equal footing with my Pangu Zongzong?"
As soon as I saw the futon, I immediately felt something about it and quickly pulled the two brothers to sit down: "This futon must have great opportunities, so sit down quickly!"
Yuanshi also sensed it and immediately echoed: "Brother's words make sense."
Sanqing is Pangu's authentic sect, and has good fortune and good fortune. Tongtian can also see the importance of this futon and sits down next to his two brothers.
As soon as Sanqing sat down, he immediately felt the extraordinaryness of this futon. He felt that his mind was empty and he actually entered a state of concentration.
Then, latecomers took their seats in Zixiao Palace one after another, but Sanqing no longer knew what happened next, and the latecomers also entered samadhi, and they didn’t know what happened next!
Gradually, powerful powers have spread throughout the Zixiao Palace. These powerful powers are tall or short, fat or thin, some have transformed into their original form, and some have taken on the Tao form. Their bodies are all different, but their expressions are surprisingly the same, and they all look the same. Bringing peace and tranquility.
I don’t know how long it took, but a cry appeared in the Zixiao Palace, awakening all the people in the palace who came to listen to the sermon: "Brother Taoist, what can we do? After our west was ruined by Rahu, it became barren. It is difficult for Taoism to flourish, so you and I have gone through all kinds of hardships to cross the chaos, and want to come to Zixiao Palace to seek the true Dharma, but we don’t want to not even have a seat!"
This cry came so unexpectedly and was incompatible with the silence and solemnity of Zixiao Palace. All the great people in the hall-->>
Neng also looked unhappy at being disturbed.
After all, this Zixiao Palace is the Taoist palace of ancestor Hongjun. There are traces left by the ancestor when he enlightened the Tao everywhere. These Tao marks are extraordinary. It is a great opportunity for an ordinary golden immortal to get even a tiny bit of it. Daluo Jinxian is also very useful, maybe you can use it to get a glimpse of the future.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't make any noise. This is the Taoist Palace of Ancestor Hongjun. It's our sin to disturb the ancestor's purity!" A red-robed powerful man sitting on the futon in the front row reminded him with kindness. .
The words of the red-robed almighty got him into trouble. The two late-arriving Western monks immediately took the opportunity to come over.
These two powerful men are the only Daluo Jinxian in the West. The elder is named Jie Yin. He is born with a painful appearance and rarely talks. The one who disturbed the purity of Zixiao Palace with his cry is his younger brother Zhunti.
As one of the few Great Luo Jinxian in the world, Taoist Zhunti's cry was not done randomly, but to gain a head start and screen out the monks in the hall who might be able to help him. This attempt really worked.
Taoist Zhunti came to the red-robed monk, knelt down on one knee, took the red-robed monk's hand and said, "Is this fellow Taoist the most kind and benevolent Hongyun Patriarch in the world?"
Ancestor Hongyun looked at the Taoist with a frosty face and sincere eyes. He suddenly became dazed and blurted out: "I am Hongyun."
There were a few drops of sweat on Taoist Zhunti's forehead. He patted Patriarch Hongyun's hand vigorously and said sincerely: "Fellow Taoist, can you pity my sufferings in the West and lend me the futon under my seat so that I, the West, can listen here?" Ancestor Hongjun preached!"
Patriarch Hongyun stood up involuntarily, pointed at the futon and said, "My fellow Taoist is very sincere in his pursuit of enlightenment, so why not lend this futon to my fellow Taoist!"
"Fellow Taoist, this is a great kindness, I will definitely keep it in my heart!" After hearing what he wanted to hear, Taoist Zhunti looked overjoyed and sat down on the empty futon.
As soon as Taoist Zhunti sat down, Patriarch Hongyun also came back to his senses. He looked at the Taoist sitting on his seat and frowned. He knew that he had been plotted against him, and that he had been plotted thoroughly. From now on, he would be the most compassionate. The empty name of goodness has finally been settled. It is really hard for a dumb person to eat Coptis chinensis.
This action of Taoist Zhunti aroused the contempt of many powerful people in the hall, but at this time, he was full of joy and did not take this insignificant contempt to his heart.
Zhunti saw that his brother had not yet received a seat. He narrowed his eyes and thought about it. He looked at the Taoist with blue eyes next to him and said with an evil look on his face: "Fellow Taoist Hongyun, giving up your seat in Zixiao Palace is the best thing to do, but Taoist Taoist face you..." With disdain, it shows that you are narrow-minded and unworthy of your virtue.
My brother is the most powerful person in the West. When I went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Tao, my only thought was to revitalize the West. I had no self at all, so he was the best choice for this seat.
If you have self-awareness, then take the initiative to stand up. I will be compassionate and will not argue with you! "
This green-eyed Taoist is not a common person, but the ancestor of Kunpeng, the great god of the North Ming Dynasty. When he saw the skinny Taoist in front of him showing such an embarrassing expression for the sake of a seat, he felt even more contempt for him. He immediately said in return: "You are such a shameless Taoist. I don’t know the principle of first-come, first-served. This Zixiao Palace is so big, there is no place where I can’t listen to the teachings, but I want to seize opportunities from others for my own purposes!”
When Taoist Zhunti saw the angry look on the face of Patriarch Kunpeng, he winked at his brother, showed his six-foot-long golden body and shouted: "You are such a sharp-tongued person, but you are determined to occupy the seat of Zixiao Palace. Looks like you and I have to do it!"
"I'm afraid you won't make it!"
Ancestor Kunpeng was also an arrogant person. Seeing that the bald Taoist was blatantly trying to seize his seat, how could he back down? He immediately displayed the Kunpeng Dharma to fight with him.
The fight between the two powerful men caused chaos in Zixiao Palace.
No one noticed that at this moment, a little golden fairy wearing a blood-colored cloak stepped into the Zixiao Palace.
This monk wrapped tightly in a cloak was none other than Zhan Yu. As soon as he entered the Zixiao Palace, he saw the famous scene, the battle for seats in the Zixiao Palace!
He took two steps to the side of the hall, stood in the corner, put away the cloak stained with the devil's blood, stood on tiptoes and looked calmly towards the center of the battle in front of the hall.
He was seeing a bald-headed master fighting with a blue-eyed master, while another bald-headed master with a sad look on his face was struggling to pull away and would kick him from time to time!
In the end, the great power of Bimu was unable to defeat the four hands with two fists, and still lost his seat...
