The voice of the heart was overheard, and the gods and Buddhas burst into tears

Hongjun raised his eyes and glanced at the arrival of the four saints.

From the astonishment in the eyes of the four saints, it can be seen that he made the right bet.

Under the salted fish planting tree, the four sage disciples could not recognize him.

at the same time!

The four saints also looked at him.

"Where did Taoist Zixiao come from?"

Zhunti stared deeply at the Taoist in front of him with penetrating eyes.

However, he couldn't see at all, what was so different about this Taoist?
"Brother? Do you understand?"

Hearing Zhunti's question, Jieyin also frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

"However, if the demon god of the demon heaven did not lie."

"Then, Taoist Zixiao should be very powerful."

"But, who is Taoist Zixiao?"

"I haven't heard of it at all!"

aside!
Yuanshi Tianzun also frowned frequently!

At this moment, he could no longer bear his dissatisfaction with this Taoist Zixiao.

After all, if he lost to Taishang Laozi to preach, it would be excusable.

Losing to an unknown person is absolutely unacceptable.

"In half a stick of incense, I want all the information about this Taoist."

Yuanshi Tianzun's terrifying sage coercion swept across the entire Beiju Luzhou in an instant.

Taishang Laozi was on the sidelines, with his head down, as if he was thinking.

The appearance of this old man really affected him.

Otherwise, his preaching in the Bajing Palace will definitely not be weaker than the prosperity of Taoist ancestors preaching in Zixiao Palace.

Under the coercion of the saint of Yuanshi Tianzun.

All the creatures present felt extremely uncomfortable.

Even Jieyin and Zhunti, who are both saints, feel uncomfortable standing beside Yuanshi Tianzun.

however……

But no one can answer Yuanshi Tianzun, Taoist Zixiao's information.

Regarding Taoist Zixiao, no one can tell the slightest information.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt that the old face was a little bit unbearable, and it was too embarrassing.

He immediately shook off the Qiankun map!

But see, black and white two colors rotate like a wheel, full of Dao Qi.

Without saying a word, he went to suppress the tens of billions of monks!

If you dare not answer him, you will suffer death!

at this time!

An extremely terrifying green light came like an earthquake.

Containing boundless power, it slammed on Yuanshi Tianzun's body.

Together with the Qiankun map, they flew out together.

The coercion of the saint dissipated, and the creatures who came to listen to the sermon breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt lonely in an instant.

In front of tens of billions of living beings, he was slapped in the face and humiliated, and left with a cloud.

When Taishang Laozi saw Yuanshi Tianzun leave, he also left.

After all, if something happens here, it will affect his next lecture in Bajing Palace.

Then it's not worth the loss.

Reception and Zhunti did not leave.

They also want to find out, who is this Taoist Zixiao?

This time!

Hongjun continued: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple, there was an old monk who told stories to the young monks. What kind of stories did they tell?"

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain..."

Earlier, I didn't listen carefully, and when I heard what Hongjun said, Jieyin and Zhunti were immediately dumbfounded...

What kind of Taoism is this?
No, what kind of story is this?
That's it?

Anyone else listen?

At this moment, a mocking voice came from their ears.

"I don't even understand this, Huanhuan Avenue."

"The origin and extinction of all things is just a repetition, from birth to death, and it starts again and again."

"This is the way of heaven you understand!"

"The way of heaven recurs, reciprocating and reciprocating, and the avenue is silent."

Jieyin and Zhunti suddenly had an epiphany at this moment, they didn't even look at the owner of the voice.

The seemingly ordinary little stories actually contain great intelligence.

Zhunti immediately asked: "You mean that the old monk is equivalent to the karma cycle of heaven? The young monk is the ultimate truth."

After asking, Zhunti finally saw clearly that the person who ridiculed him was Monkey King.

Suddenly, he felt a little bad...

After all, go ask a monkey.

He always felt a little sorry.

"That's right! The way of heaven is easy to comprehend, but the great way is difficult to comprehend!" Sun Wukong nodded, and continued: "Do you know what the little monk said? Can you end the cycle?"

Say this!
Jieyin and Zhunti were immediately dumbfounded.

They subconsciously looked at Taoist Zixiao.

Being watched by the Second Saint of the West, Hongjun was also a little confused.

There are three thousand stories recorded on his good fortune jade plate, and the story he told is just like this.

The little monk didn't speak!
So for Sun Wukong to say this, let alone the second sage of the West, tens of billions of monks are also confused.

At this moment!
The tens of billions of monks also looked at Sun Wukong, all looking eager for knowledge.

Sun Wukong cleared his throat and said, "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple, an old monk was telling stories to the young monk."

"One day, the little monk suddenly said, Father, can you tell a different story?"

This statement came out.

The bodies of tens of billions of creatures were tilted at the same time, and they almost fell collectively.

Father!

The little monk called the old monk his father!
This amount of information is a bit large!
For a while, many monks lost their minds.

Everyone is concerned, is the relationship between the young monk and the old monk in the story really a father and son?

And, they started talking quietly.

"A monk can still have children!"

"Is it to vilify Buddhism?"

Hearing these discussions, Jieyin and Zhunti looked ugly.

Seeing this, Monkey King was very proud.

However, in the next second, he saw Hongjun looking towards him.

Sun Wukong's gaze suddenly turned to Hongjun.

However, he found that the latter was actually closing his eyes and realizing an epiphany.

Sun Wukong was very surprised.

You must know that this nonsense was told by Ye Changqing at the time.

Although it is ridiculous, it can indeed end the repeated story of a mountain once upon a time.

But that's it...is Hongjun still enlightened?
At this moment, Hongjun is closing his eyes and having an epiphany.

This sentence is too powerful!
It is still above the three thousand stories of the good luck jade plate.

It is not easy to see that Monkey King can sublimate the story with a single sentence.

You know, he has been repeating it for a long time.

The proficiency of hundreds of millions is still tens of millions.

I didn't expect that because of Sun Wukong's words, I had an epiphany.

Saved the time of accumulating tens of millions of proficiency.

Afterwards, Hongjun blocked everything from the outside world, concentrated on his epiphany...

For a while!
Hongjun's body circulated with terrifying truths.

this moment!
In front of tens of billions of monks, a majestic mountain range appeared
The mountains are as vast as the sea and towering into the clouds like the sky.

The majestic level even surpassed the original Buzhou Mountain in the prehistoric world.

Just when the tens of billions of monks were feeling the shocking scene in front of them.

Their perspective began to advance, and there was a simple and desolate temple in the mountains.appeared before their eyes.

"Is this really a story?" A monk asked cautiously.

After all, it all seemed so unreal.

Perspective continues to advance...

They saw the old monk and the young monk in the story.

I saw that both the old monk and the young monk were exuding the charm of the Great Dao.

suddenly!

Almost all the tens of billions of monks understood.

"So that's the case. No wonder the young monk called the old monk his father."