Chapter 89 Hongjun preaches
Di Jun couldn't suppress his anger, and he saw Kunpeng standing alone in front of him.

It would be fine for other people, but Kunpeng is alone and has no one to help him, so what qualifications does he have to sit in front of him?
Zhunti was not a pushover either. His brother had a seat, but he didn't. His eyes involuntarily started to scan from the first cushion.

I saw three Taoists of different appearances, old, middle-aged and young, sitting on the first three cushions respectively, but their auras were connected to each other and merged into one, faintly turning into a stream of clear air that connected the upper and lower Zixiao Palace.

Even the wonderful sound of the Tao that was everywhere in the Zixiao Palace could not suppress the penetration of this pure energy, and the majestic momentum frightened the gods.

Seeing Zhunti staring at the three brothers, Tongtian slightly opened his eyes and shot out a dazzling sword energy. Zhunti immediately felt his eyes become a little crystal clear and he was almost injured by the sword energy through his eyes.

"I can't afford to offend someone with such a high level of cultivation!"

Zhunti quickly shifted his gaze away and focused on the fourth Taoist priest. As the saying goes, enemies often meet on a narrow road. In his fight for the cushion, he did not notice that Hengming was also here.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti immediately thought of thousands of vicious schemes, but when he saw Hengming talking happily with Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones beside him, and Bixia Yuanjun in the second row glaring at him covetously, it was obvious that they had not forgotten the hatred of the Five Mountains, Zhunti finally had to give up his plan.

Finally, Zhunti’s gaze was cast upon Kunpeng.

Kunpeng has a gloomy look and is naturally unpleasant. He has a hooked nose, which makes people feel unhappy at first sight.

He was also the most aloof person. Even though he was sitting in the front row, he never greeted anyone and just waited for Hongjun to arrive.

"You are the one!"

Zhunti and Jie Yin were sitting on the same cushion and suddenly they started crying again. Their wailing sounds were very touching, but unfortunately they could not move the hearts of these great gods.

"It's a pity that we finally got a seat, but it's so crowded. Even if a saint came to preach, he would be dizzy and unable to hear much of the great Dao in such a crowded place. Please have pity on me. I wonder if any fellow Taoist is willing to give me another seat."

He didn't know which fellow Taoist he was talking about, but Zhunti's eyes were fixed on Kunpeng, and his meaning was self-evident.

The gods secretly cursed Zhunti for being shameless. He was so happy to get one position, so why did he want a second one? There are not so many stupid people in the world.

Kunpeng immediately opened his eyes and looked at the brothers vigilantly. Although he was confident in his own cultivation, he would not look down on others.

Both of them were Golden Immortals, not much weaker than him. The two wooden staffs in their hands were shining with precious light and were not ordinary objects. However, he did not have any magical treasures on him, so if it was a two-on-one fight, he really would not be able to win.

Seeing Zhunti attacking Kunpeng, Di Jun was secretly pleased and immediately responded, "Indeed, the two Taoist friends are far away in the West, and they have come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings after traveling so long. Even I cannot help but be moved by your desire to seek the truth. Daoist friend Kunpeng, why don't you give up your seat first and let Daoist friend Zhunti take a rest, and then he will return the seat to you, how about that?"

Although Taiyi didn't understand why his elder brother wanted to get involved in this mess, out of trust between brothers, he also chimed in: "Indeed, as the saying goes, doing good to others is also doing good to yourself. It's just a seat, so it's no big deal to give it to Taoist Zhunti."

Now that the two Demon Kings and Demon Emperors have spoken, the great gods behind them will naturally speak as well.

"Yes, we are all innately sacred, so we naturally need to be more generous in order to show our sacred power."

"We are the innate saints who are above ten thousand people, so we should be more friendly to the friends of the Great Dao. Otherwise, wouldn't we be wasting the glory that Father Pangu has given us?"

"It's just a seat. You can sit anywhere. Why do you have to sit in the front?"

The gods of the demon clan were arguing with each other, and Kunpeng was so embarrassed that he blushed and wanted to stand up on the spot and beat to death those little demons who dared to be rude to him. But now he was in the Zixiao Palace. He could have found the pulpit before and had a fight with them, but now the pulpit was right in front of him, and Haotian Yaochi was also standing there waiting. Who dared to be rude to him?

Yuanshi Tianzun didn't like Kunpeng sitting on the same seat with them. Seeing him being denounced by the gods, he became even more unhappy. He said unhappily: "You are just a man wearing fur and armor. What qualifications do you have to sit on the same seat with us? Leave quickly, otherwise you will lose face and be laughed at by your fellow gods."

Naturally, he also had his own selfish motives. Bixia Yuanjun didn't have a seat yet and was sitting right behind Laozi. He wanted to push Bixia Yuanjun onto the seventh cushion, otherwise no one could get the advantage but an outsider.

Kunpeng became even more angry after being humiliated by Yuanshi Tianzun's words. He looked up to the sky and howled, and a huge black hole appeared from his mouth.

An extremely powerful suction force was blowing through the entire Zixiao Palace. Even the wonderful sound of the Boundless Avenue was forced to be sucked into the black hole in Kunpeng's mouth. It was extremely terrifying.

But his move did not scare Yuanshi Tianzun. Instead, he thought that Kunpeng was provoking him. He snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves. The auspicious clouds from the heavens immediately flew out and knocked Kunpeng to the ground.

Zhunti and Jieyin took the opportunity to move. Jieyin first raised the six pure bamboos and hit Kunpeng, and the six roots were immediately sealed. Zhunti brushed the seven treasures tree in his hand, and then brushed Kunpeng to the second row. Just when Yuanshi Tianzun wanted to send Bixia Yuanjun to the seventh cushion, Zhunti had already sat there, bowed to him and smiled, "Thank you for your help, fellow Yuanshi Tianzun, I am right."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Yuanshi Tianzun was a step slower and couldn't blame anyone else. He could only force a smile and said, "No, no."

Hengming naturally wanted to take action a long time ago, but Dijun was already prepared. The River Map and Luoshu appeared in his hands, and an exquisite formation slowly emerged, locking onto Hengming. As long as he made the slightest movement, the formation would immediately fly out and seal him.

Under the lock of Qi, Hengming could only focus on dealing with Dijun's sneak attack and could only sigh inwardly that it was his fate.

However, Kunpeng was knocked to the ground by Yuanshi Tianzun and his three companions. He was so angry that he wanted to transform into his original form, but Haotian took out a golden bell and rang it. The sound of the bell was like a wake-up call that enlightened the wisdom of the world and made all the gods calm down. They even fell into a state of enlightenment, and even Kunpeng was no exception.

Just as all the gods came back to their senses and Kunpeng wanted to continue attacking, Yao Chi shouted: "All brothers and sisters, please take your seats. The teacher is about to start preaching."

After hearing this, Kunpeng could only look fiercely at the people in front of him, and directly found a seat in the second row and squeezed in. His eyes wandered back and forth, and finally fixed on Hongyun beside him.

In his opinion, if the culprit Hong Yun had not given up his cushion, how could he have been ambushed by these people? So everything was Hong Yun's fault. If it weren't for him, he would never have encountered such a situation!

A figure suddenly appeared on the pulpit, and the gods who were looking forward to it were all shocked. They had been staring at the pulpit, wanting to see what form Sage Hongjun would appear in.
But this form of appearance was much more terrifying than the falling sky and golden lotus emerging from the ground. They couldn't even detect the appearance of Hongjun, which meant that their cultivation was too weak for Hongjun.

Hengming felt a little excited and nervous, wondering how Hongjun would treat him.

Sitting on the pulpit was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe. There was no thought in his eyes, like a statue. There were endless mysteries in his body. Just by looking at this old man, the gods seemed to feel many truths in their hearts.

Everyone, including the seven people sitting on the mats, stood up, performed the disciple's etiquette to the old man above, and said loudly: "Disciple greets the teacher, and I wish the teacher a long life and everlasting prosperity."

Hongjun glanced at the seven people in front of him without any emotion, and said, "From now on, everyone should sit in the same position as today, and no changes are allowed."

The gods said in unison: "Yes, we will follow the teacher's instructions."

At this moment, even a fool would know that these seven cushions contain a secret, otherwise why would Hongjun say so much?

"Damn it! Why didn't I just try my best to grab one? What a pity."

These words flashed through the minds of all the great masters who failed to grab a seat.

Although there were many great gods discussing the Tao in the ancient times, for example, Hengming discussed the Tao with more than one great god, and that scene could be described as overflowing with divine light and full of immortal energy, but compared with Hongjun's preaching, it was nothing but a dwarf meeting a giant, ridiculous.

A green light appeared above Hongjun's head, and the mysteries of the Three Thousand Great Daos all emerged above the Zixiao Palace. All the great gods immediately entered the deepest level of enlightenment, and any great Dao was available to them. Compared with their usual hard practice, it was completely two different scenes.

The three thousand gods had different expressions on their faces, some calm, some deep in thought, some angry, some happy, some sad, some painful, and some couldn't control themselves, dancing and shouting wildly on the spot as if they were crazy.

Whenever there were any crazy people, Hongjun would just wave his sleeves and throw them out of Zixiao Palace.

However, most of these crazy people are Golden Immortals. There are far fewer Taiyi Golden Immortals, and there is not a single Daluo Golden Immortal at all.

"Yellow is the color of the center; Ting is the center of the four directions; external refers to the center of the sky, the center of the human body, and the center of the earth; internal refers to the center of the brain, the heart, and the spleen.

Therefore, the inner part of Huangting is the heart, and the scenery is the image. The external image refers to the image of the sun, moon, stars, and clouds; the internal image refers to the image of blood, flesh, tendons, bones, and organs. The heart resides in the body, observing the image and color of the whole body, so it is called the inner scenery.

The mouth is the Jade Pool of Taihe Palace. If you rinse your mouth and swallow the spiritual liquid, disasters will not dry up. Your body will be radiant and your breath will be fragrant. You will eliminate all evils and refine your face. If you can cultivate it, you will ascend to Guanghan. If you stay awake day and night, you will become a true being. Thunder and lightning will excite you and your spirit will be annihilated. "

A golden lotus platform appeared beneath Hongjun's body, with twelve flowers blooming. Infinite merits and golden light radiated in all directions, sweeping away all fears and demons in the heart, clearing away the dust and cleansing the impurities, allowing the gods to better enter into enlightenment.

Hengming looked calm. If the Three Pure Ones who possessed Pangu's memory had gained a great advantage in this discussion, then what he gained this time was by no means inferior to that of the Three Pure Ones.

The fragment of the Jade Butterfly of Fortune in his sea of ​​consciousness emitted a divine light, and countless mysteries of fate were revealed. Hengming's cultivation level rose steadily, and a vast sound of Tao was heard. Hengming knew that this meant that the shackles had been broken, and he had achieved the middle stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

(End of this chapter)