The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

The disputes in the prehistoric land could not affect the distant Zixiao Palace, but the appearance of Pangu's real body and the appearance of Changqin made several people feel touched at the same time.

Hongjun took preaching to all sentient beings as his mission, and no matter how displeased the Lich clan took this opportunity to start a war, he would not intervene in the affairs there.He saw the situation very clearly, the leader of the Lich clan would not pick this opportunity to decide the real winner.

At most, it's a small fight.

The old man in gray twirled the jade plate of good fortune on the cloud bed, and the jade plate emitted a misty blue light, creating an environment where it was extremely easy to enter enlightenment.

Besides, he observed the reactions of the seven people on the futon.

Liansheng's complexion changed slightly, and there was a trace of worry in his eyebrows and eyes, obviously sensing the changes in the lower realm.Among the three Qings, Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi remained unchanged, except that Tong Tian's aura was unstable. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the void in puzzlement.

Tong Tian didn't understand why he felt a palpitation in his heart, disturbing the feeling of enlightenment.

is something happening?

It's a pity that my own deduction is relatively weak, so I can't figure it out.

Looking around, Tongtian saw Hongjun's gaze, and immediately corrected his attitude, showing that he was listening carefully and did not desert.

Hongjun stared at him for a moment, making sure that Tongtian was not playing tricks, and entered the cultivation state again.He averted his eyes and passed Yang Mei, Jieyin, and Zhunti one by one.

Yang Mei raised a little eye slit, and secretly looked at Hongjun.

Hongjun looked indifferent.

Thinking about it, Yang Mei probably guessed what happened, smiled at Hongjun, changed to a meditation posture and continued to listen to the sermon.

Sitting in one posture for so long, even a god will have stiff leg muscles.

At the end of the seven futons, Jieyin and Zhunti knew nothing about these things, and tried hard to absorb the knowledge of hearing.They understood how precious the sermon was this time, and no matter how sleepy and tranced they were, the two of them tried their best to maximize the benefits.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, everyone was stimulated by Lao Tzu’s breakthrough and struggled. Outside the hall, those people with insufficient qualifications gradually gave up listening to the sermon. They began to observe the flowers and plants in Zixiao Palace, hoping to find something to pass the time .

After watching for a long time, these prehistoric monks came to a conclusion.

The master of this dojo is too powerful!

Whether it is the clouds in the sky or the warm sunshine bathing in the body, they are not illusions that I thought before, but real things!

The aura floating in the air condenses into silk, falls to the ground and turns into water, forming a lake formed by the gathering of aura.Some auras are too strong, like fluttering catkins, light as a dream, surrounding them, listeners, for them to absorb.

The monks can feel that these auras are more refined than the auras of the Great Desolate Continent!It is clearly the aura after further refining!

One day of cultivation in Zixiao Palace is worth a hundred years of cultivation outside!

It can be said that for the success of this sermon, Hongjun gave up a lot of capital.With Rahu's consent, he used the dojo to accumulate a spiritual energy of a calamity for them to cultivate, which enabled the monks who listened to the Tao to break through one after another.

In a corner of Zixiao Palace, the door of the alchemy room was knocked open from the inside.

"Ahem——" Luo Hu ran out while coughing, waving his hands non-stop, and fanned away the thick black smoke wafting from inside.

These are naturally the waste gas caused by alchemy, with a pollution level of one.

Because of the improper use of materials, the newly baked pills were completely wasted, and he was also disgraced by the blasted pill furnace.He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and when he saw the ashes on his fingertips, his face changed. He was about to run to take a bath somewhere, when he suddenly heard another deafening roar from behind!

Luo Hu was shocked, "The Qiankun Cauldron!"

He turned his head and ran into the alchemy room billowing with black smoke.

Luo Hu's original intention was to refine a Ting Dao Pill, but due to unskilled skills and too open-mindedness, various new ideas emerged, resulting in the refined Ting Dao Pill being full of Rahu's distracting thoughts, and it was full of waste gas when the furnace was opened .

In order not to waste materials, Luo Hu unceremoniously threw the waste pill into the Qiankun Cauldron.His confidence in the Qiankun Ding is still higher than his own. In his previous life, he knew the famous ability of the Qiankun Ding-the ability to refine the acquired into innate!

It is possible to change from acquired to innate, let alone a mere waste pill!

However, the facts proved that these were all Luo Hu's wishful thinking. Even if the Qiankun Ding's ability was powerful, it could not reverse the "terrifying" aspect of this Ting Dao Pill.

The Qiankun cauldron almost exploded.

Luo Hu arrived just in time, regardless of the scalding, he fished out the waste pill from the Qiankun Cauldron with his bare hands, threw it on the ground, and the humming reaction of the Qiankun Cauldron stopped.Several elixirs rolled to the ground, and after a "sizzling" sound, the solid rock on the ground melted into several small pits.

Luo Hu's eyes were blinded, the power of this elixir should not be underestimated.

Putting the Qiankun Cauldron in a safe place in the corner, Luo Hu sat down on the dirty futon on the ground in frustration, "My 'Tao' can actually turn Ting Dao Pill into poison."

The overly extreme path of killing made the pill full of danger and uncertainty, and the difficulty of refining has increased to a certain critical value.Not only did I hear that Dao Dan could not be released safely, but Heavenly Dao also did not allow Honghuang to have a second person who took the way of killing.

It's against the peace of heaven!

The success of the way of killing will cause countless deaths and injuries in Honghuang!

However, after a brief loss, Luo Hu cheered up again. Compared with his failure in alchemy, there were other things that needed his attention.

He opened the window and pricked up his ears to hear the sound outside.

Across the woods, some gentle breathing sounds came one after another, mixed with the sound of suspected snoring.

The monks meditate with their eyes closed, and when they glance at each other, everyone has similar expressions. It is also difficult for Luo Hu to tell with the naked eye whether they are practicing or sleeping soundly.

Luo Huxing said: "Dare to sleep now, there will be more than 1000 years..."

Judging from the terrifying amount of textbooks, 3000 years is still a small number. If Hongjun wants to explain the 3000-year Dao in his heart, he needs at least three [-]-year sermons!

From this point of view, Hongjun can be called the number one chatterbox in the wild.

Luo Hu couldn't help doubting his life, "Could it be that I seldom discussed with him in the past, which caused Hongjun to hold his stomach and have no place to talk, so he just took the opportunity to preach?"

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Luo Hu closed the window with a smile, ignoring the monks outside who accidentally came into contact with the smell of exhaust gas and suddenly woke up.

The smell of exhaust gas is absolutely unforgettable for a lifetime...

Even Rahu himself sealed his sense of smell to prevent the exhaust gas from poisoning his sense of smell.

With Luo Hu's inadvertent help, the sleeping monks outside Zixiao Palace cleared their minds and had to continue to face the painful truth of listening to the Tao.

In the following days, Luo Hu began to help Hongjun in various ways.

He can't intervene in the preaching, doing so will offend the heavens, but he can keep the listeners highly concentrated!

those years……

He also grew up from a student to stepping into the society, and fully understands the pain of listening to lectures in class and wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep.

At that point, it's useless to pinch yourself hard...

The ancients said that the head hangs from the beam and the awl stabs the thigh.

Luo Hu felt that this sentence was not unreasonable, because if he did so, he would be stimulated by sudden pain if he lost his concentration.Luo Hu understood how strong the immortal's ability to resist blows was, so he decisively chose the pain stimulation method.

With his eyes closed, Luo Hu leaned against the window and smiled, fingering flowers.

Any monk who wants to fall asleep will have an extra fairy in his mind.The monks have different preferences, and the looks of the fairies are different, but there is one thing in common - the transformed fairies are all their favorite types.

These fairies have fluttering dresses, breasts and slender waists, walking barefoot, with soft voices and touching laughter, as if they want to take them into dreamland.

Sitting on the No. 12 steps of Zixiao Palace, there is a middle-aged man in a yellow robe about to fall asleep.His beard trembled, his head was lowered, and he pretended to listen carefully.

He was gradually conquered by the flood of drowsiness...

In his dream, there is also a beautiful woman who makes people fascinated.

The other party smiled softly at him, like a green lake in spring, rippling with a ray of charm and affection.She walked slowly, as if coming from a shrine in the clouds, her dress was beautiful, dignified and elegant, a style that this middle-aged monk had never seen before.

The heart of the middle-aged monk also seemed to be rippling.

Such a woman is regarded as a kind of artistic conception of beautification, which makes people intoxicated.

next moment……

The fairy suddenly pulled out her belt, and with a shake of her hands, the soft silk belt was drawn towards the dim-eyed monk like lightning.

"Pa—" A whip struck three inches below the abdomen.

A scream of "Ah" sounded from the mouth of the monk who wanted to sleep. He wanted to escape, but the second whip came again, hitting the buttocks with the thickest flesh!

The fairy turned into a demon and said viciously, "Do you still want to sleep?"

Shame and pain are intertwined, and people suddenly break free from the nightmare.

Looking outside again, there are no fairies there, he is clearly still sitting outside Zixiao Palace, and the sound of gasping can be heard from time to time around, which proves that he is not alone.

He wanted to reach out and touch his lower belly.

Immortals don't have weaknesses, but hitting them with a whip can definitely drive people crazy in pain!

The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth, but saw another unknown person fell to the ground on the nearest steps, curled up, trembling with pain.

He understood.

There are people who are more afraid of pain than him!

The chaos outside the temple was very small, and it didn't affect the overall atmosphere of listening to the sermon. It's just that the faces of those who experienced the fairy in their dreams turned pale.

The way of heaven is above, don't you let people sleep after listening to sermons these days!

Watching the monks change from sluggish to "spirited" one by one, Hongjun continued to explain the endless Tao to them as if he didn't know it.The fairy who caused this situation also came to Hongjun's mind, her eyes seemed to be full of love, and lotuses grew every step of the way.

If you look closely, her face is three points similar to Luo Hu's!

"Do you still need my help?" The fairy said slightly coquettishly while standing ten meters away from Hongjun.

The old man in gray raised his head consciously, his eyes froze for a moment.

"Rahu..."

"My name is not Luo Hu, my family is Xiaoxianxian."

"..."

Hongjun's body shook.

"Liansheng seems to be falling asleep too, I'm going to give him a love education."

The fairy turned around, and the white gauze held by her arm dragged on the ground, winding and graceful.She ignored Hongjun and disappeared into the misty sea of ​​consciousness.

Hongjun's preaching voice faltered invisibly.

Almost as soon as the fairy left, the evil corpse in his soul laughed upside down, and even "self" said strangely: "Hongjun, so you like this type?"

Hongjun denied, "It was conjured up by Luo Hu on purpose."

The self shook his head, and said in his heart: "The devil is born from the heart. If you don't have this kind of thought about him, it is impossible for him to form such an image in your heart."

Hongjun refused to think in this direction.

Let Luo Hu play however he likes, as long as the result is good.

Under Hongjun's connivance and Luo Hu's stalking, everyone who listened to the Tao in the Zixiao Palace lived as if they were dead. Their cultivation bases were soaring, but their hearts were constantly shadowed.

Rahu was surprised to find that the higher the awe and anger of the listeners towards him, the deeper his understanding of the way of magic.Following that, the fairies he projected in the hearts of those people also had other innate skills that they didn't have just now.

For example: seductive magic voice, attractive face.

These talents are growing exponentially.

All in all, no matter how resentful those people were to the fairy in their dreams, they couldn't move her a finger.Even at the first sight of a fairy, they fall into a dull obsession.

Then the fairy would beat them harder.

The monk who got out of the dream and listened to the sermon again, with a huge sense of shame, worked hard to improve his cultivation and no longer be tempted by fairies.

The result is gratifying.

3000 years have passed, and the sermon event that shocked everyone has come to a successful conclusion.The owner of Zixiao Palace stopped preaching, and said slowly: "This sermon is over. After 3000 years, we will open the altar to preach again. Anyone who is destined can come."

The monks inside and outside the hall shed tears of emotion and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Never come next time!

The author has something to say: #818Spicy Hongjun who finished speaking#

Rahu: How do you feel?

Hongjun: It's very fun, and I can't finish it.

Rahu: ...