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Thousands of years later, Hongjun finished his sermon and drifted away.

Everyone was immediately disappointed, especially the people on the six futons. They really wanted to have a private conversation with the sage, to make friends. The sage was too cold and cold, and ran away after the class. They didn't even have a chance to thank him!

Many of the 3000 people saw that Hongjun left quickly, and they all left one after another. They wanted to hurry up and go back to comprehend what they had learned from listening to the sermon for thousands of years. Now there are still hundreds of people lingering in place.

At this time, Huang Zhu, who had packed Hongjun's tea futon, stood with his hands up, Shi Shiran said, "Dear friends, Huang Zhu has something to bother you."

Among the remaining people, many found that there was only a saint left, and Ma Zi took the opportunity to ask for bribes, so they also slipped away quietly before Huang Zhu finished speaking.

So in the end, there were only a few dozen people left, including those who had won the futons. Those who came earlier had a word or two with Huang Zhu, and when there were more people, Huang Zhu took care of his work. up.

Especially Sanqing, seeing that Huang Zhu wrote the couplet, which matched the number of people later, felt that he was not an ordinary person, so they stayed and listened to him continue.

Huang Zhu didn't care about the people who left, he said: "Everyone who has listened to the Tao for thousands of years must have a lot of experience. Huang Zhu wants to compile a copy of Zixiao Palace's internal reference materials, and I want to ask everyone to write down your experience. After sorting it out, it will be reproduced and distributed to fellow Taoists.”

Everyone heard it, isn't this just a discussion of the Tao, it's just a different form, and the content of the discussion is recorded so that others can see it, so there's nothing unusual about it.

Wait, others?

All the people present had their own thoughts and agreed to Huang Zhu one after another, but asked him how to give it to him after finishing writing.Huang Zhu said that everyone should try their best to pass it to the gate of Zixiao Palace, the journey is far away, and he has to serve saints on weekdays, so he can't get the manuscript by himself.

Get the manuscript 33 days away with mana or magic weapon? !Many people secretly groaned in their hearts, why should they promise, now they will be ashamed and break their promises!

"Thank you fellow daoists, we will see you in a thousand years." Huang Zhu said this as he sent everyone to the gate.

Everyone was overjoyed, as expected, there are some tangible benefits to staying, no, Huang Zhu revealed the time of the second sermon.Knowing when the second sermon would be, they knew they were ready.

It's a pity that the seat is fixed, and there is no way to grab it.

Huang Zhu watched the crowd leave, but saw that Yingyin and Zhunti did not leave.

"Two friends, Zixiao Palace is about to close, are you still not leaving?" Huang Zhu asked.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other, "Hehe, don't go, don't go, let's finish writing the manuscript here before leaving!"

The west is too far away, they have to go back, and it is more difficult for the ascetics here to pass the manuscript. The two brothers discussed it and decided to have a meal and sleep outside, finish writing outside Zixiao Palace, and leave the manuscript before leaving!

This is a stupid way, and it can't be said that it violates the rules, because Huang Zhu really didn't restrict this, so he just nodded silently and let them do whatever they want.

But said that the people who left also started a discussion, and Yuanshi Tianzun said: "I think the two Westerners are cheeky, and they actually stayed outside the Zixiao Palace like that. Brother, writing your experience is second. We have to think about it. Upload the manuscript quickly, and don't lose to others!"

Master Tongtian disagreed, "Second brother, I think it's better to write down your experience. Fellow Daoist Huang Zhu wants to make such internal reference materials, which must be for the saints to read. The saints will naturally appreciate whoever writes well!"

Taishang Laojun nodded, "Both of you are right, this is a double test, we must grasp both hands, both hands are hard, we must not only write good ideas, but also pass the manuscript quickly and steadily, so as not to fall behind. Finally, let’s go, go back and study.”

Three months later, Huang Zhulu received manuscripts from several prehistoric powers one after another. He took out a red thread made by himself and asked Haotian and Yaochi to tie it to the gatepost outside.

Haotian asked him: "Brother, what is the use of this?"

Huang Zhu replied: "This is the deadline...ah no, the deadline, if you pull it up, it's the same as the deadline. If you don't accept the manuscript, I have to start editing. It's impossible to wait for those who haven't submitted the manuscript, so just pull a deadline." Let people know."

The thread was tied to the outside of Zixiao Palace, and after a flash of light, it disappeared.

For a long period of time, this line existed as a deadline mark for the internal reference production team of Zixiao Palace. Every time the deadline passed, late manuscripts flew in, and they bumped off the line and were sent back with a message. Inform the submitter that the time limit has expired.

This was the first time that Huang Zhu hadn't warned in advance, but those who handed in too late shouted why they didn't say there was a deadline earlier and ignored it, this was also a chance.

Huang Zhu proofread the manuscripts, arranged the layout, edited them into a volume, and sent them to Hongjun.

Hongjun turned over, nodded and said, "Sanqing can come under my door."

That's right, Hongjun opened the altar to preach, and there is an important purpose, which is to accept a few disciples and pass on his own orthodoxy.But he didn’t mention it in his sermons, so we need to investigate.

Huang Zhu hurriedly said: "I also think that the Taoism of these three senior brothers is very compatible with the master. They are all authentic Taoists, and Senior Sister Nuwa is also good, with a compassionate heart. On the contrary, the two Westerners seem to be a little..."

Before he finished speaking, Hongjun naturally understood what he meant, and his face darkened, "Although Jieyin and Zhunti will have great fortune in the future, they are indeed not from my Taoist sect. Don't blame them, they are from the West after all."

As for the rest that Hongjun didn't mention, he naturally looked down on them.

Huang Zhu wasn't stupid enough to ask him to tell him one by one, so he just regarded it as over: "Yeah, please comment, Master."

As Huang Zhu spoke, he turned into his original body.

Hongjun held a yellow bamboo pen and wrote comments behind each person's experience, with a bit of admiration and appreciation.

After finishing writing, Huang Zhu turned back into a human body and took back the booklet. After browsing through Hongjun's comments, he moved his hand, and the layout changed. Sanqing's article was ranked first, followed by Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti. After that, there are Emperor Jun, Tai Yi and so on.Chiguoguodi is well-known, revealing everyone's level.

When I touched the cover of the book, the words "A collection of students' experience in the first lecture of Zixiao Palace" appeared, and a few small words beside it: "Editor: Hongjun, Huangzhu".

The two characters Hongjun shone with a golden light, making it difficult for people to see clearly, but they could be known to be the name of a sage, and it was a way of avoiding taboos that Huang Zhu had figured out.

Hongjun had no objection to Huang Zhu's behavior, instead he smiled slightly, "You..."

Huang Zhu put away the book calmly, as a secretary, he just wanted to figure out what he wanted.

He reprinted [-] copies of the book, and kept the shiny first copy for himself, and used the magic weapon he had begged from Hongjun to distribute [-] copies to those who listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace.

Those who didn't stay, didn't know that there was still such an internal document that was soliciting papers, and those who could still get comments from the sage, were all annoyed. Not to mention that this exposed the sage's preferences, this was a big opportunity to show their faces!And when the manuscripts were published, especially the top ones, they were all discussed, and they made a lot of limelight.

The limelight was not limited to the three thousand listeners. Many people passed the book to their relatives and friends, and the comments and rankings in it were spread throughout the prehistoric world.This internal reference book has become a popular reading material for everyone, and everyone wants to collect a copy, but no one dares to steal the edition of Zixiao Palace, so they can only exchange it with magic weapons, but there are too few people who are willing to exchange it.Later, with the passage of time, Sanqing and other contributors were sanctified, and this book became a legendary collection.

Those who knew that the second sermon was thousands of years later began to wonder whether there would be such a booklet next time, honed their writing and calligraphy, and hoped to gain the appreciation of the saint in other ways—after all It is rumored that Nu Wa can be ranked fourth because she has incited a lot of emotions in her heart, and the ranking seems to be watery.

The masses are a little despised, tch, Nuwa, you put it nicely, when you are robbing the magic weapon, who cares whether you are emotional or not.After all, everyone agrees that Honghuang is a place where strength is the most important thing.

There is no time in the prehistoric world, and after a thousand years, the second Zixiao Palace sermon is coming.

The first time he preached, it was Hongjun who notified all Honghuang people. The second time, only the 3000 people came last time. Everyone posted.

Because not everyone stayed at that time, and heard Huang Zhu reveal the time of the second sermon, quite a few people missed this post. They were either in retreat, or not in the cave, and some It has been in the middle of the millennium.

Huang Zhu registered them one by one, and if he was late, he could still come in.

This time, everyone was familiar with the road, but they set off as soon as they received the post, arriving a year earlier.This is of course because they want to come in advance to exchange writing experience. After all, with the last incident, everyone is looking forward to the second internal reference material production and they can also show their limelight and show their faces in front of the saints.

With the first base, everyone has consciously figured out the preferences of the saints, and those who are smarter will give up the original Tao directly, learn the Three Purities, and even make friends with them.

The production unit of the internal reference book was written by the Purple Firmament Palace Secretariat, and the editor wrote the names of Hongjun and Huang Zhu. You can't harass Hongjun at will. Of course, it's Huang Zhu's idea to find him to get close.

Everyone saw Huang Zhu standing there with his sleeves folded, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with a serious face, they were a little embarrassed.

Nu Wa was the first one to go up, she swung her snake tail to Huang Zhu's side, and took out a book from her bosom—in the past, everyone used jade slips to transmit information, but after the internal reference was published, this style of recording became popular The prehistoric.After all, this one can be turned over in the hand, which makes it easier to show off, unlike the jade slips, which require divine sense to read.

Nuwa took out a small booklet and said to Huang Zhu: "Junior Brother Huang Zhu, after I wrote that manuscript for you last time, I couldn't help but write down some things I saw in the past thousand years. You are the internal reference Editor, it's..."

Many people can see Huang Zhu's roots here, and Huang Zhu has never shied away from it. After all, he is different from other ascetics. He is under the protection of Hongjun. Even if others know his true form, it is impossible to treat him Let's do it.

But for the sake of being polite, Nuwa muted the sound automatically, "So I thought, please take a look for me and give me some pointers."

Nuwa also knows her own advantages, that is, her storytelling skills are better than others, and her writing style is more touching. She used examples to explain the profound things in simple terms, which was clearly praised in the sage's comments.So she honed in on it to make use of this advantage.

Huang Zhu was really flattered, after all, Nuwa didn't know, but he himself knew that this is a future saint.

"I don't dare to be the secretary-general of Zixiao Palace. You are all master's disciples. You should know that you can talk endlessly. Senior sister Nuwa's writing is quite good, and master praises it too." Regardless of whether Nuwa is aimed at Hongjun behind him, for giving face so much, Huang Zhu also lowered his posture. In fact, if he hadn't been forcibly promoted after his transformation, he would have been a Zixiao Palace boy, and he was still very old.

As soon as Huang Zhu said this, other people gathered around to inquire about the news.

"Fellow Daoist, will you make a collection of sermons this time?"

"How many more times will the saint preach?"

"Can you present it to the teacher for me, this is my thousand years of cultivation experience..."

"Junior Brother! I was also invited to submit a manuscript before. Why do you still have a deadline? I don't know! Woohoo, it's just a few months late, so I haven't been able to submit the manuscript... Otherwise, otherwise I will..."

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Huang Zhu patiently answered the questions one by one, and finally, he revealed a piece of news that did not disappoint everyone's expectations: "Not only will there be a compilation of the sermons, but there will also be a big surprise. Don't leave early."

"That's for sure!" Everyone shouted, even if Huang Zhu didn't want to say it, it's impossible for someone to be so stupid as to leave without listening to the sage's sermon.