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Huang Zhu's incarnation time was about before the first Zixiao Palace sermon, and the time when he became the secretary-general is unknown. The title walks.The first Zixiao Palace sermon, which was widely praised later, was held under Huang Zhu's arrangement.According to the research, the friendship between him and the great masters of the prehistoric period was also formed at that time.

Although Sage Hongjun never formally accepted Huang Zhu as a disciple, not even a named disciple, Huang Zhu's Taoism was completely taught by Sage Hongjun himself, and the other disciples of Sage Hongjun were all brothers with Huang Zhu commensurate.It can be said that Huang Zhu does not have the name of a saint's disciple, but he has the reality of a saint's disciple.

The contacts and strong background formed during the Zixiao Palace period became the solid foundation for Huang Zhu to successfully establish the Tianting Publishing Group, whether it was Nuwa, the head goddess of the Tianting Publishing Group (in various senses), or it was also called " The Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, or other well-known gods in Haotian and Yaochi all had close friendships with Huang Zhu during that period.

——The Yellow Bamboo God You Know and Don’t Know·Excerpt

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Golden thigh hug opportunity!Huang Zhu suppressed his mood, and calmly saluted the Sanqing, "Huang Zhu, the secretary-general of the Xiazixiao Palace Secretariat, is ordered by the saint to receive and arrange for the predestined people who come to listen to the sermon. There are still three years left in the [-]-year period. It hasn't started yet, the three of you, please follow me and wait in the main hall. Haotian, Yaochi, go prepare tea."

Haotian and Yaochi should be, bowed slightly to Sanqing again, turned and entered Zixiao Palace.

Sanqing was transformed by the primordial spirit of Pan Gu, and his future achievements are limitless, and all brothers are sanctified.

Of course, it's all a matter of the future. Sanqing is not sanctified yet, so he is more polite to the people around the saint.Although Huang Zhu's cultivation level is not high, but Huang Zhu's name, although it doesn't understand what it means at first, but it looks very powerful, they are a little bit taken aback, "Thank you, Secretary-General, please ask the Secretary-General to lead the way gone."

Huang Zhu led Sanqing to the main hall. Although he really wanted to hug the thigh of the future sage, he always thought that he was a big man of Hongjun now. It's very unprofessional to see Hongjun's big face.

So he calmly brought Sanqing into the main hall. Haotian and Yaochi had already made tea, Huang Zhu waved his hand, and six futons appeared on the ground. Here comes the tea.

Huang Zhu secretly calculated that once Sanqing arrived, other guests would also come in droves, so he explained to Haotian and Yaochi, asking them to wait outside Zixiao Palace, making sure that there was at least one person at the door, and he stayed at the door by himself. The reception here is more comprehensive.

Sure enough, not long after, Haotian brought several people in again, Huang Zhu saw that three groups of people came this time.

Among them, the first group of a man and a woman were monsters with a human head and a snake body. Huang Zhu, who grew up watching myths and legends, recognized them immediately. These two were obviously brothers and sisters Fuxi and Nuwa.

Although he was no longer considered a human being, Huang Zhu was still excited.

Fuxi and Nuwa walked in the front. When they came in, they saw that there were only six futons inside.

Nuwa wanted to ask Fuxi to sit down with her, but there were two groups of people behind Fuxisi, and they were not strong enough, so they might not be able to hold two seats, so it is better to concentrate on letting one person sit firmly.

Under Fuxi's strong request, Nuwa sat on the fourth futon and sat on the ground behind her to guard her.Seeing Nuwa's reluctance, Fuxi comforted her, "Who knows that I won't have another seat in the future?"

This sentence secretly coincided with his future path.

After Nuwa occupied another one, there were still two seats left, and a Taoist who came in after Fuxi and Nuwa also stepped forward quickly and occupied the fifth futon.

Afterwards, three more Taoists came in, all of them were demons. When they saw that there was only one futon left, one of them was rather solid-minded and didn't understand why Fuxi was sitting on the ground, so he said to Huang Zhu: "This Taoist friend , can you bring a few more futons?"

Huang Zhu: "..."

Damn it, who is this natural stupid monster, his brain is not clever enough!

Although Huang Zhu could predict the plot, he didn't know the details, and his cultivation was not enough to see the prototype of this person, he could only see that he was a monster.

This futon was handed out by Hongjun, and only six of them were given out. Whoever sits on it will have a great chance. Even if it is a big gift giveaway on the street, there are still a few, not to mention these six futons that symbolize the holy throne!

Now except for Hongjun who assigned the seat and Huang Zhu who knows what he knows, no one knows that the person who finally sat on the futon will be the saint in the future.Even though they expected the futon to be symbolic, they didn't dare to guess it was that big.

It is impossible for Huang Zhu to speak clearly, this is all due to chance, there is no chance, like Huang Zhu himself, even if he knows that this represents the holy throne, he can only watch it helplessly, and has no way to grab it.He simply waved his hand, pulled out the sofa he made, put it behind the futon, and stretched out his hand, "Please, fellow daoist."

When the man saw it, hey, this thing looks comfortable, so he happily said to the people next to him: "Brother, let's just sit there, it looks much better than a futon."

The other person rolled his eyes and said, "Di Jun, Tai Yi, you two sit in that seat, and the poor one can sit on the futon."

As he spoke, he sat down on the last futon.

Di Jun thought that there was something strange about the futon in his heart. Seeing the people who were traveling with him couldn't wait to sit down, he immediately felt a little helpless for his younger brother. What a fool, the futon is the best.First of all, the futon is at the front, sitting closest to the sage, no matter how familiar it is!

But the person who sat down was the ancestor Kunpeng they met on the road. Di Jun was very ambitious. He transformed from the sun, and his body was the three-legged Golden Crow. For major events, talents must be recruited, and Patriarch Kunpeng is exactly what he likes.

Therefore, Di Jun made a temporary remedy at this time: "The futon is the patriarch's seat, and the two of us can sit here."

Patriarch Kunpeng immediately felt that Di Jun was very sensible, and gave him a friendly look.

The six futons were all occupied, those who didn't have a seat would sit on the floor if they wanted to, and those who sat on the sofa sat on the sofa. Huang Zhu gave them some tea and then watched coldly.

After a while, Yaochi brought in two travel-savvy people. The two people didn't know whether they lost their shoes or something in their hurry. He began to howl, "Brother, we came all the way from the west after going through hardships, but we didn't expect that we didn't even have a seat. Oh, it's better to die!"

Another Taoist also said sadly: "Zhunti, it's because of our fate that we can't enjoy the seats in Zixiao Palace!"

At this time, no matter whether there was a seat or not, everyone was expressionless and pretended not to hear anything. Only after Nuwa and before Kunpeng, the Taoist who came alone and took up a seat, stood up quickly and looked at the man with pity. Taoist Zhunti, who didn't even have to wear shoes, said, "Fellow Taoist, don't do this, I'll give you my seat."

"Thank you, fellow daoist!" Zhunti was overjoyed, and sat on the futon, but as soon as he sat down, he immediately felt that a huge karma had formed. Too much karma is not a good thing, it will affect future cultivation, such a big karma, How could he end it.

Zhunti suddenly felt that this futon really had a great chance, otherwise he wouldn't have had such a big karma in just one seat, and was annoyed again, what happened to the karma, so he asked, "Poverty Zhunti, what is this?" My brother took the lead and dared to ask Youzun's name so that I would know and report back later."

The Taoist who gave up his seat said: "Under Hongyun, you don't have to be polite, you just have one seat."

Zhunti not only did not appreciate Hongyun, but secretly hated Hongyun because of this tiring karma.

But after knowing how important a seat is, Zhunti naturally wanted to let Jieyin sit down. He looked around, and the Sanqing brothers were of one mind. Anyone who moved was equal to offending three people, so Nuwa and Fuxi were like this.Then there is only Patriarch Kunpeng left, and he is only one person.

Although Zhunti was thick-skinned, he still had some strength. He could see the roots of Kunpeng Patriarch at a glance, weighed that Kunpeng Patriarch was the soft persimmon, and said: "Those four fellow Taoists are all of orthodox background, you How dare this bastard occupy a seat, why don't you give up the seat to my brother!"

Patriarch Kunpeng was furious. Unexpectedly, Yuanshi Tianzun in Sanqing was very particular about his background. After hearing Zhunti's words, he actually agreed with him and said: "That's right, this fellow Taoist cannot bear to sit with us!"

In an instant, Patriarch Kunpeng found no one to back him up, his face flushed red, he was very unwilling, and he didn't dare to offend Sanqing and the two Western Taoists. Together, they were enough to beat Patriarch Kunpeng to death.

Both Dijun and Taiyi found a step for Patriarch Kunpeng, saying that let the brothers sit together, and we Yaozu sit together, and invited him to sit on the sofa. Patriarch Kunpeng felt a little grateful for the two of them, and went down the steps and changed seats. .

He saw Hong Yun standing next to him as if nothing had happened, and he thought it was Hong Yun, and it would not be like this, Zhunti was just pushing his feet, Hong Yun wanted to be a good person, but he got involved with him, and he immediately hated Hong Yun.

How did Hongyun know that by being a good person, he would gain so much hatred.

Zhunti and Jieyin sat down, Zhunti wanted to have a relationship with Nuwa and Sanqing, but Yuanshi Tianzun, who scolded Kunpeng with him just now, in turn looked down on him, thinking that he was a side door from the West, very low.

But Nuwa didn't like what Zhunti had done before, and she didn't want to talk to him, so Zhunti and Jieying suddenly fell into embarrassment.

So far, the seat has not changed any more, Huang Zhu saw that it was the same as what he knew, the six futons that symbolized the holy throne belonged to Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti, and they were all except Hongjun in the future. The other six saints.

Afterwards, people came one after another, but they were not strong enough to compete with the previous few. Those who were willing to sit on the ground sat on the ground like Fuxi, and those who wanted to be like Dijun and Taiyi, Huang Zhu conjured up a sofa for them.

When the hundred years expired, Zixiao Palace was packed to the brim, counting them, exactly [-] people came, which coincided with the number in the couplet posted by Huang Zhu at the door.

When Hongjun came out, he first glanced at the people on the futon, then nodded slightly, and looked at Huang Zhu.

Huang Zhu understood immediately, and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, the saint has been preaching for thousands of years. You can leave on your own during the period, but don't disturb other people. Once the seat is reserved, please sit in the original position for the next sermon. scramble."

After Huang Zhu finished speaking, Hongjun began to tell everyone about the Three Thousand Ways that he had learned from the good luck jade plate. Suddenly, golden lotuses gushed out of the Zixiao Palace, and everyone was hungry and thirsty. How could they be like Huang Zhu? Having said that and left on his own, he wished Hongjun could talk more, even if it lasted for thousands of years.

Although everyone has the heart of the Tao, how much they can understand depends on their chances and talents. Even if some people have listened to it for 1000 years, they may understand less than one-thousandth of it, and they may not necessarily listen to it. To their own way.