Chapter 88: Hongyun Gives Up
Hengming, Bixia Yuanjun and Nuwa quickly leaped over to the cushions in front of them, and the Three Pure Ones even tried to guide them. These cushions were definitely meant for people to sit on, so it didn't matter who sat on them. Naturally, they would rather let their fellow Taoists sit on them.

With the help of the Three Purities, Hengming sat down next to Tongtian. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he finally got a cushion.

Nuwa was originally a step slow, but there was an inexplicable sound of piano behind her that resounded throughout the universe, which pushed her forward and blocked those gods with ulterior motives, allowing her to sit next to Hengming.

Just when they were trying to pull Bixia Yuanjun to the sixth cushion, a red light suddenly came from behind and sat on the cushion before Bixia Yuanjun.

Because of this delay, a giant bird also used its speed to grab the seventh cushion. At this point, the fight for the cushions finally came to an end.

"what a pity!"

Hengming felt full of regret and thought that all this should be blamed on Hongyun. After all, Bixia Yuanjun was about to sit on the sixth cushion, and anyone with a discerning eye would know that they should grab the last one.

Hong Yun could obviously have competed for the seventh cushion, but he insisted on sitting on the sixth beautiful cushion. Because of this delay, Bixia Yuanjun had to sit in the second row, which was behind them.

Thinking of this, Hengming's cold eyes involuntarily swept over Hongyun, making him feel as if he was in a cold cave, but Zhen Yuanzi sat down behind Hongyun, making his attitude clear.

Hengming snorted coldly, his eyes constantly moving between Kunpeng and Hongyun. If he planned properly, perhaps he could grab a position later.

Bixia Yuanjun shook her head and said, "It's just that there is no cushion. It's the same if I sit in the second row. We are in the Taoist temple of Hongjun Saint right now, so let's not make things complicated."

Hengming finally gave up and turned to Sanqing and asked, "Sanqing Daoist friend, you are really fast."

Tongtian said in a carefree manner: "We are not alone. We just saw this pulpit when we entered Zixiao Palace. We wanted to turn around and help you, but found that we were already far away from the gate. I think it must be the actions of a saint. In the end, we can only sit on this cushion and wait for you to come over."

Hengming nodded slightly. His perception was the sharpest. When the six of them just entered Zixiao Palace, he discovered that the Three Pure Ones had disappeared inexplicably. Di Jun might have seen it as well, otherwise he would not have dared to stop him rashly.

Some slower gods also gradually arrived at this moment. The five demon lords, Taiyi, Dijun, Changxi, Xihe and Fuxi, arrived. Seeing that the cushions in the front were already full of people, some gods couldn't help but frown. It was just that these people were either related to the same family or had someone to help them, making it almost impossible for them to start.

Afterwards, all the gods focused their attention on Kunpeng, who had no help from outsiders.

As the saying goes, pick the softest persimmon to squeeze, compared with the others, Kunpeng is undoubtedly the softest persimmon.

Hengming was talking to several other people. Only Nuwa looked at him with complicated eyes when Fuxi arrived.

The sound of the piano just now was Fuxi helping her from afar, otherwise she would not have been able to get past Hongyun and Kunpeng, and would have missed the opportunity like Bixia Yuanjun.

Fuxi noticed Nuwa's gaze and smiled slightly, not caring at all. There might be conflicts between them, but they would always be brother and sister, and this was something that would never change.

Nuwa sighed softly. She didn't know how to deal with the relationship between Fuxi and the demon clan.

Just as Di Jun was thinking about how to snatch the cushion under Kunpeng, Haotian Yaochi also appeared near the pulpit, standing with his hands hanging down, seemingly unaware of everything.

Hengming looked back inadvertently and found that the gate of Zixiao Palace was near them, only a thousand feet away. He sighed in his heart at the complexity of the saint's methods.

Just when Di Jun couldn't help but speak, Haotian suddenly shouted: "Teacher is about to start preaching, close the door!"

Afterwards, he and Yao Chi walked towards the gate of Zixiao Palace. Just when they were about to close the gate, two figures rushed in from the gap. Haotian Yao Chi didn't care. They just closed the gate completely by themselves, then returned to both sides of the pulpit, continued to stand with their heads bowed, waiting for Hongjun to arrive.

One of the two Taoists had a sallow complexion and a bitter expression, holding a bamboo stick in his hand. Seeing that the Zixiao Palace was already overcrowded with people and there was almost no room to stand in the front row, the expression on his face became even more bitter.

The other person seemed particularly clever. His eyes rolled around and suddenly he saw Hongyun. He thought of an idea and immediately pretended to cry. He cried to the Taoist priest with a sallow face beside him, "We live far away in the west, a long way from the Primal Chaos. No matter how fast we hurry, we are still a step late. There is not even a seat to sit. It is really embarrassing for us to face the sentient beings in the west. It is better for us to leave and settle down!"

Jie Yin didn't know what was wrong with Zhunti, but he still cooperated and said, "My brother, you can't give up on yourself like this. As the saying goes, if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. It is enough to be able to hear the truth. Why force it? Just sit down."

After saying this, Jie Yin actually intended to sit down at the door. A great Golden Immortal actually did this, which really made all the gods dumbfounded. Zhunti immediately grabbed Jie Yin, his expression becoming more and more sad: "Brother, you must not do this! How can the majesty of the saints allow us to sit at the door and listen to the sermon? Since we can't sit down, we might as well leave directly and listen to the sermon outside the palace. I just hope that it won't be spread in the future, and give us a little face."

Afterwards, one of them felt bitter while the other cried as they walked out of the palace. However, the Zixiao Palace was not a place where they could come and go as they pleased. They could not push open the gate at all, but this was just as they expected.

Zhunti saw the opportunity, with a tearful look on his face, and pulled Jie Yin forward, passing many great gods and coming in front of Haotian. He even disregarded his status and bowed and said, "Please help us open the door of Zixiao Palace. We really can't sit at the door and listen to the teachings. Losing our own face is a small matter, but if we lose the face of the saint, it will be a big deal."

Jie Yin spoke softly to Yao Chi, but his meaning was the same, that he wanted to listen to the teachings outside the door and was not worthy of sitting at the door.

Even though Haotian had followed Hongjun for many years and had already developed the ability to remain calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of him, he still had to admire Zhunti's thick-skinnedness.

He and Yao Chi were obviously in the form of little boys at the moment, and it was already considered broad-minded of these gods not to make things difficult for them, let alone ask them to speak to them in such a soft and gentle voice.

But he couldn't make the decision on the affairs of Zixiao Palace. Haotian said with some embarrassment: "Teacher once said that everyone who comes here is a disciple, and I should call you brother, but the affairs of Zixiao Palace are not decided by the two of us. Whether to open or close is decided by teacher. I really can't do anything about it."

Yao Chi also confessed his guilt and said that he was helpless.

Zhunti actually fell to the ground at this moment, wiping his face with his hands and crying bitterly, blaming himself for not being worthy to face the Western sentient beings. The gods also heard something at this moment. Could this person want to sit on the cushion in the front row? How shameless!

Hengming has been watching the farce of the two people coldly, and so has Bixia Yuanjun. However, although they have had some frictions with Zhunti Jieyin, it does not mean that they have to fight a life-and-death duel with the two of them. It is better to pretend that they didn't see anything, not to mention that they can still watch a good show now.

Di Jun sneered and said to the people around him, "These cushions are obviously magical. Who would be stupid enough to give them to them? It is true that greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant, and greed is like eating the moon.

With the cultivation level of these two people, they would not be able to sit in the third or even second row, but they insisted on grabbing the cushion in the front row. They even disregarded their dignity as innate sacred beings and cried and made a fuss in front of the gods. But did they think that they would give up the cushion just by putting on such a show?
Being too clever can lead to mistakes, and it makes one appear too stupid. "

Not only Di Jun, but almost all the gods present were immune to the drama of these two people. What if they cried? What if they made a scene? Anyway, those people would never give up their positions. They couldn't either. If they had the guts, they could just come and fight. Only fools would give up their positions like this.

Is there really such a stupid innate god?

But the facts have proved that the ancient world is so vast that there are all kinds of strange things. There really are gods who are so stupid that they can't see the performance of these two people, and they are even sitting on the cushions in the first row.

Seeing this man working so hard for the sentient beings in the West, and even looking like he wanted to commit suicide, Hong Yun was filled with emotion. Finally, he stood up, took a step forward, and said to Zhunti: "My two Taoist friends, I am Hong Yun. If you two Taoist friends don't mind, you may sit on my cushion."

Hong Yun's action was so fast that even Zhen Yuanzi behind him had no time to stop him. He could only secretly curse his old friend for being too kind.

The Taoist Zhunti, who had been crying on the ground, immediately stood up and pushed the Taoist Jie Yin onto the cushion, while at the same time thanking Hong Yun repeatedly.

Hong Yun naturally responded with a smile. Zhen Yuanzi behind him sighed, but still gave up half of his seat to him.

It’s strange to say, the Zixiao Palace, which seemed infinitely large before, is now getting smaller and smaller. Even some positions at the back have become extremely tense. This is why those great gods are unwilling to move.

If one person moves, everyone moves, and finally a melee will break out.

Apart from the people sitting on the cushions who felt comfortable, even Bixia Yuanjun felt a little crowded. There were several vicious eyes staring at her. The owner of each gaze was a Daluo Jinxian. If she had not been on good terms with the people in the front, she would have been pulled out of this position long ago.

Di Jun and Taiyi looked at each other, then looked at Changxi, Xihe and Fuxi, their hearts full of disbelief.

"Damn it. If I had known earlier, I would have asked a few people to go to Hong Yun and plead their sympathy for him. Maybe his position would be mine now. What a pity!"

Di Jun couldn't hide his anger in his heart. He used to not get angry so easily, but after being slapped on the chest by Heng Ming, although Chang Xi and Xihe helped to resolve those evil thoughts, he always felt that his temper was getting more and more violent, and he didn't know why.

(End of this chapter)