Please allow me to salt fish [Hong Huang]

3000 years passed by in a flash.

On Mount Huangyang, Kunpeng opened his eyes and vomited a bubble.Over the years, while refining the sapphire gourd, he consolidated the realm of the Daluo Jinxian. Now that the second sermon began, he packed up his things and sealed the mountain gate to leave.

I have been here once before, and with the improvement of my realm, it took a shorter time to reach Zixiao Palace this time.

When Kunpeng walked into the gate of Zixiao Palace, it was different from the first time. This time, Hongjun was already sitting on the cloud platform with his eyes closed and his breath was ethereal.Two boys, a boy and a girl stood on the left and right, nodding slightly to Kunpeng, while Sanqing, Nuwa and others sat under the stage, because Hongjun was present, they did not greet each other.

Giving a salute to the saint, Kunpeng took out the cushion and sat down in the previous position, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, Hongjun slightly opened his eyes and glanced at him.

Based on the previous experience, the people who came to listen to the sermon this time all came on time, sat down one by one and waited for the lecture to begin, and Zixiao Palace was silent.

When the time came, there was a humming sound, the door was closed, and the second sermon officially began.

Hongjun opened his eyes, slowly glanced at the people present, and nodded slightly, "What I'm talking about this time is the way of Daluo's most quasi-sage, please listen carefully..."

The people present cheered up immediately.

Quite a few of them broke through Daluo in the last sermon, and now they have only a half-knowledge of the road ahead. This sermon can be said to be anxious about their urgency and think about what they think.

At the beginning of the sermon, in an instant, the vision of Zixiao Palace was fully displayed, and the voice of the fairy was faint. Everyone was immersed in Hongjun's explanation of the Dao, fascinated.

Gradually, as the talk became more and more advanced, everyone showed different expressions on their faces—some frowning, some perplexed, some blank, and some beaming.

The first half of Kunpeng was okay, but when it came to the realm of quasi-sages, it became foggy.With Da Luo Jinxian's memory, he should never forget his eyes and ears, but if he can't understand what Hongjun said, he can't remember what he said anyway, so he can only digest it desperately to acquire more knowledge.

Insisting on the half pay, sure that he had reached the limit, Kunpeng had to give up, opened his eyes and glanced at the situation of everyone present.

At this time, only Sanqing, Fuxi, Jieyin and Taiyi were the only ones who could still hear it. The rest were almost in the same situation as Kunpeng. They woke up and recalled Hongjun’s explanation; With one kick, this time the barrier was lifted, and he broke through.

Turning his head and glanced at Houtu obliquely behind him, he got a benevolent smile, and Kunpeng was puzzled in his heart—the Wu tribe did not cultivate their primordial spirit, which was quite different from the mainstream of the prehistoric times. keep coming.

Now the Wu Clan is also a big force in the prehistoric, gathered in the Buzhou Mountain area, the Twelve Ancestral Witches only respect Pangu, and they can work together to form a large array of gods and demons in the Twelve Capitals, and even Kunpeng, who stays at home, has heard of it.

However, the matter of the Wu Clan has nothing to do with him, so he left it behind after being curious.

Because Hongjun's teachings became more and more profound, fewer and fewer people could persevere, and the people present also took this opportunity to understand the general basic state of others.

As expected, Lao Tzu has a strong foundation in Sanqing, and the two younger brothers can still earn money after quitting. Fuxi has a much higher level of cultivation and understanding than Nuwa, and he almost opened his eyes together with Jieying.Another surprising thing is Tai Yi, who has the longest enlightenment among the people present except Lao Tzu, the essence of the sun, unique blessings, and an unlimited future.

After 3000 years, the second lecture is over.

All those who were still remembering enlightenment opened their eyes, lowered their heads and said, "Thank you Daozu!"

Only those who have already walked ahead of most people in the prehistoric period and who are at a loss on the road ahead know the value of Zixiao Palace's sermons.

Preaching the world with one's own way, opening up a way for those who are still groping in the wild, is enough to be called the ancestor of the Dao, so the title of "Ancestor of Dao" is expected by everyone.

Hongjun nodded calmly, and said calmly, "It's the third lecture after 3000 years, let's go back and learn more."

Everyone stood up and filed out.

Seeing Kunpeng leaving quickly again, Tongtian withdrew his outstretched hand, looked at Yuanshi suspiciously and said, "Second brother, didn't you talk to Kunpeng last time? Could it be that you didn't make it? So I should go, I'm much more likable than you."

Yuan Shi glanced at him expressionlessly, with contempt in his eyes, and kept walking towards Chaos.

Tong Tian looked at Lao Tzu blankly, with an expression like if I said something wrong.

Lao Tzu coughed twice, "It turned out that the cause of the matter was at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. Naturally, it should be settled by him. You should not get involved."

How can I get involved?Tong Tian showed grievances, obviously it was the second brother who caused Kunpeng to ignore him, and the second brother didn't look like he was trying to end the matter, but rather looking for trouble, don't make things worse.

Understanding what Tongtian meant, Lao Tzu shook his head.Since Yuanshi didn't want other people to intervene, even if the Sanqing was one, he still had to keep a distance from each other, and the second brother had always had his own plans, so this matter would not be difficult for a long time.

Sanqing stepped into chaos, and the others gradually left, Zixiao Palace returned to its former calm.

After a while, the air of chaos rolled up, and a figure jumped out of it and landed on the platform.

Kunpeng looked at the closed gate, looked around, made sure that everyone else had gone away, stepped forward, raised his hand, and knocked three times.

The door didn't respond.

In the silence, Kunpeng cleared his throat, thumped again, and shouted in a low voice: "Daozu, Daozu, I am Kunpeng! The fish you once raised!"

The door creaked, and then slowly opened, as if the person inside the door felt helpless.

Kunpeng walked in with a smile, and the boy who had been standing before came up to greet him, bowed his hands and said, "Little boy Haotian, the master told me to take you to the backyard, brother."

Zixiao Palace is a saint's dojo. Kunpeng didn't know the details, and it was inconvenient to walk around casually, so he naturally stretched out his hand to signal Haotian to lead the way.

The two came to the backyard one after the other.

Hongjun is sitting cross-legged in front of a brilliant cliff. On the right is a pool, in which grows lotus and lotus leaves.

Kunpeng glanced enviously at the countless treasures inlaid on the cliff, and then at the pool of concentrated spiritual liquid, wishing he could go in and take a dip.

Seeing Kunpeng's thoughts, Hongjun smiled, pointed to the futon in front of him and said, "Sit."

Sitting down from Shanruliu, Kunpeng joked: "The Taoist ancestor is willing to give me a futon at this time. Before I was preaching, someone robbed me of my position, but I didn't see you to help me with a word."

Hongjun gave Kunpeng a meaningful look, "That position is not destined for you."

As soon as Kunpeng heard this, he knew that the futon he was preaching in front of him had a different purpose, no wonder there were not enough seats.

Knowing the inside story, even though he missed it, Kunpeng is not depressed. Since there is no fate, let it be, and he doesn't like to force it. Most of Honghuang's things are like this. The more precious the more fate, otherwise it may be a disaster rather than a blessing.

But this doesn't mean that he forgave the person who cheated him in this matter. Does he deserve to be cheated if he has no fate?

After uncovering this matter, Hongjun asked: "I don't know why you are looking for the old man?"

When he was preaching before, Kunpeng sent a voice transmission to Hongjun secretly, and asked him to leave a door for himself after the sermon was over. This was because he was afraid that if Hongjun would be closed once the sermon was over, he would not open the door no matter how hard he knocked.

Although he was not very sure, Kunpeng was still very happy to see Hongjun successfully. After all, he had saved his life and was very close to him.

Scratching his head, he found Hongjun who really needed help.

"The Great Desolation is too big, and it is very inconvenient to connect. I think that everyone can obtain the secret of heaven through the deduction of the way of heaven. Can you think of a way to also pass through the way of heaven, so that the message sent by one person will be accepted by the way of heaven, and then forwarded to What about the other person?"

Kunpeng looked across in confusion, waiting for an answer.

Now only Hongjun has reached the realm of a saint, and when he listens to the lecture, the quasi-sage can have a little intersection with the way of heaven. Presumably the saint has a stronger control over the way of heaven.Previously, Kunpeng was unable to realize this idea due to lack of ability. This time, he immediately thought of asking Hongjun for advice.

Hongjun frowned slightly and listened to him talk about the desired effect from beginning to end, a purple glow flashed in his eyes, he nodded affirmatively: "There is a lot to be done about this."

Kunpeng was overjoyed after hearing this, wishing to know the specific operation immediately, and looked over with anticipation.

"However," Hong Jun raised Kunpeng's heart with a turning point, "With your current cultivation, I'm afraid it's difficult to achieve the effect of multiple people online at the same time. You can try one-on-one first."

"I do it myself?" Pointing at himself, Kunpeng said blankly, "I came to ask you for advice just because I can't do it!"

"It's okay, the old Taoist will tell you about the Taoism related to it." Hongjun said calmly.

Interrupting Kunpeng's words of persuasion, Hongjun closed his eyes and began to talk about relevant knowledge.

Kunpeng quickly concentrated on understanding the memory. Following Hongjun's explanation, the problem that had puzzled him for a long time was easily solved, and the reason for the previous failure was also clearly visible.

So Kunpeng, who wanted to ask for advice first to see if he could hand over the core construction to Hongjun, turned into making up lessons for himself.

What Yi Hongjun meant was that the 3000 years between preaching is just enough for him to study. It should be no problem to set up the framework immediately after learning, and to have a one-to-one communication function.

That's why Kunpeng, who was stuffed into his head, had to start learning the relevant knowledge of building the Tiandao Network before he could digest it. He was not released until the third sermon was about to start.

As soon as Sanqing entered the door this time, he saw Kunpeng who had arrived first, and was surprised.

Tongtian Sound Transmission didn't hear back in the past, and thought that Kunpeng still didn't let go of that matter, so he didn't want to talk to him.

But Kunpeng thought that the content of the third sermon would be more profound, and he had already attended the class for 6000 years, and it would be 9000 years after he listened to it again.