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

Past, present, Future.

Both the young monk and the old monk represent the past, present, and future.

The old monks of the past tell stories to the young monks of today.

Today's young monks will become future old monks.

For a while!
The tens of billions of monks have their own unique insights between what they understand and what they don't understand, and when they are ignorant.

It's insights that allow them to understand themselves more clearly.

Jieyin and Zhunti were also deeply shocked.

The stories they hadn't watched just now allowed them to clearly understand themselves.

They also sat down where they were, and realized and reflected on themselves.

Same as the two saints of the West!
The tens of billions of monks also fell silent.

The original hustle and bustle of discussion suddenly stopped.

Everyone is immersed in self-understanding.

For a while!
As if the whole world was quiet.

Beiju Luzhou fell into silence...

……

Eight Views Palace!
Standing proudly in the sky above Shouyang Mountain, Taishang Laozi stepped on the spirit of heaven and earth.

but!

At this moment, there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Shit preaching?
It's just telling a story!
Most of the demon gods in the Demon Heavenly Court have realized that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Looks like it should be a rumor!
It has nothing to do with Taoist Zixiao's preaching of Taoism.

His contempt was not without reason.

He also heard the story of 'Once upon a time there was a mountain'.

Although it can make people feel quite deep.

However, it has no effect on cultivation and comprehension of supernatural powers.

However, it was just a bluff.

That's it?An old Taoist priest who appeared out of nowhere?Still want to fight with me?
Although this seat is still in the early stages of harmony.

However, the Taoism I taught will definitely help the improvement of sentient beings in the Three Realms.

Think here!

Taishang Laozi decided to fight head-on, preaching publicly, and compete with this Zixiao Taoist.

He believed that after the monks of the Three Realms got tired of hearing those vain things.

All go to his sermons.

As for whether to come to the Bajing Palace to listen to his preaching, it is not the main thing.

No matter where you are, just listen to him preach.

Taishang Laozi circulated his mana, and his terrifying sermon, which sounded like a lion's roar, resounded throughout the prehistoric world of the Three Realms.

In the prehistoric world, everywhere, you can clearly hear the Taoism taught by the Supreme Lao Tzu.

The heavenly rune hangs above the void.

This time, Taishang Laozi is talking about the way of cultivation.

This has inspired countless lives.

After all, this is related to the interests of every monk.

He believed in himself, and preached the law in this way, he would definitely defeat that Zixiao Taoist.

however…

He talked for a long time and attracted many monks.

However, none of these monks came from Beiju Luzhou.

This means that the tens of billions of monks in Beiju Luzhou are all self-awakening themselves.

He was not attracted by the Taoism he taught.

Taishang Laozi couldn't hold back anymore.

As the highest-level saint of Taoism, he was compared by an unknown old Taoist priest.

This is indeed embarrassing enough.

"When the monks wake up to themselves, they will come to the Bajing Palace to listen to the preaching of the poor."

After Taishang Laozi finished speaking, he sighed lightly.

This sigh contained a lot of helplessness.

After all, what could he do in this situation?

It is impossible to use all the mana to capture all the creatures to Shouyang Mountain.

forget it!
Pindao is waiting here.

After listening to the story, it will always come.

Taishang Laozi is full of confidence. After all, he has seen the unprecedented prosperity of Daozu Hongjun Zixiao Palace preaching.

No monk can resist it.

however.

This wait has been extremely long.

All the monks in Beiju Luzhou are immersed in self-awareness and cannot extricate themselves.

They have never seen themselves so clearly.

Until one day has passed.

The monks just woke up like a dream.

One day is for monks in the prehistoric world.

Not much time at all.

It's just that when they woke up, they were all shocked.

Because they were all subconsciously, and they all lay down.

A day seems like a lifetime away.

The ups and downs of the third generation are beyond words.

They have recognized themselves.

"I decided not to practice anymore. My feet are so poor that no matter how hard I try, it's useless."

"I want to be a salted fish, I want to lie idle every day."

"That's right, it's useless to work so hard, it's better to lie down with salted fish."

"Counting the practice in previous lives, I can be regarded as an old monster that has existed for a long time."

"That's right! It's better to lie down with salted fish."

"I also invite Taoist Zixiao to tell us the story of 'Once upon a time there was a mountain.'"

"I want to enter this mysterious self-awakening again."

The proposal of the last monk immediately made the eyes of tens of billions of monks light up.

They all want to hear stories!
All eyes turned to Taoist Zixiao.

However, Hongjun at this moment.

It is also in self-realization.

Didn't notice everything outside at all.

He also unconsciously turned into a salted fish lying down.

In this kind of collar itself, Hongjun has been thinking.

He also clearly realized it.

The former self was just a puppet of heaven.

If you want to transcend the way of heaven, you must let go of the penance of this life.

So, he was a little confused...

After all, letting go means losing the position of saint.

suddenly.

He seemed to understand the meaning of Nuwa's self-defeating sage's fruity taste.

For a while, he also fell into a tangle.

……

at the same time!

The tens of billions of monks in Luzhou, Beiju, were very depressed when they saw that Taoist Zixiao was not awake.

They also want to hear stories!
Right now!
A voice sounded: "The original story of Taoist Zixiao, the version without noise, does anyone need it?"

Hear such a voice.

Ten billion monks nodded one after another, looked at the owner of the voice and said, "I want it!"

The owner of the voice is Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong continued to say with a smile: "Everyone look at it."

"Taoist Zixiao's handicrafts, beyond this village, there is no shop like this."

Hearing Sun Wukong's voice again, the tens of billions of monks fell silent.

Looking at the way Sun Wukong spread his palms, he was clearly asking them for spiritual roots and spiritual treasures.

"God's handicraft? Telling a story is also called handicraft?"

"Aren't you afraid Taoist Zixiao will trouble you?"

Some monks complained dissatisfied.

Sun Wukong glanced at the complainer, and said, "Whether you like to buy or not, the quantity is limited."

"Let me tell you, if you don't buy it, you will spend money later, and ask the person who bought it."

The man hesitated for a moment, looked at Sun Wukong and said, "I'll buy it!"

Immediately afterwards, almost all of the tens of billions of monks bought them.

……

Eight Views Palace.

Taishang Laozi frowned.

He pinched his fingers and calculated that tens of billions of monks had already woken up.

But why haven't you come to listen to his sermons?

So he pinched his fingers again to calculate, but his whole face turned green.