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Chapter 395 Daoist Hongjun: I'll leave a seat for Houtu, it's up to fellow Taoists!

Famine does not remember the year.

On this day, when the self-corpse completely stabilized itself and tried to attack the tenth level, a violent coercion came out from Zixiao Palace.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the purple air came from the east. Countless auras gathered into petals and filled the sky and the earth.

"I am Hongjun. Today I have attained the Dao of Hunyuan and achieved the body of a sage. Thirty-three days away, in Zixiao Palace, a forum will be set up, and anyone who is destined can listen to it."

Accompanied by Hongjun Daozu's holy power, the voice echoed in the wilderness, and all living beings could hear this voice. Similarly, everyone was lying on the ground, looking at the sky in horror.

Hongjun Daozu's voice echoed three times, and then dissipated, and the coercive power of the heaven and earth also dissipated.

Self-destruction erupted and his whole body cultivated to resist this coercion. After the coercion dissipated, he let out a breath, half a step between tenth and tenth steps, and the gap was still quite large.

My corpse walked out of the room and came outside Hongjun Daozu's room. With a creak, the door opened, Hongjun Daozu came out, and said with a smile, "Fellow Taoist is here?"

"Congratulations to Dao Patriarch for proving the Tao and becoming a sage!" Self corpse smiled lightly.

Hongjun Daozu was startled slightly, "Why do you call me Daozu?"

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The corner of the self's mouth twitched, you are not Dao Patriarch...

"Fellow Daoist preaches the Great Desolation, so he is the Daoist Ancestor!" Zishi said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist praised you absurdly." Daozu Hongjun said, "I have already comprehended the jade plate of good fortune and the general trend of the way of heaven, but it seems that there is a variable in the way of heaven. Do you know who this variable is?"

"Of course it's me!" Self corpse said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, I became a variable, but shouldn't I be an anomaly?

Under the law of heaven, odd numbers should be punished.

But why now, Daozu Hongjun said that he is a variable?
"Fellow Taoist really understands clearly!" Daozu Hongjun said with a smile, "Let's go outside and have a look!"

The dead self nodded.

On the square in front of Zixiao Palace, Daozu Hongjun stretched out his hand, and six futons appeared on the ground. He pondered for a while, then pointed again, and a futon appeared there!

I was a little stunned, how could there be seven futons?

"Fellow Daoist, do you feel strange?" Daozu Hongjun said with a smile, "From this point of view, Fellow Daoist is more aware of the changes in the general situation of the world. Do you know, who is this futon prepared for?"

"Could it be me?" Self corpse said in astonishment.

"Hahaha!" Hongjun Daozu laughed loudly, "Fellow Daoist looks down on me too much. You should know the meaning of these futons, right?"

"Of course I know. This is the position of the heavenly saint." Self corpse said.

"But they are all my disciples!" Daozu Hongjun said with a smile, "Why, fellow Taoist also want to be my disciple?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head, he didn't want to!
"That's it!" Daozu Hongjun laughed, "Of course this futon is not prepared for you. Your place is there!"

Daozu Hongjun stretched out his finger, and two futons appeared in front of the square. Daozu smiled and said, "That's the futon for you and me!"

I was taken aback for a moment, Hongjun Daozu, do you want me to be equal to you?
Daoist Hongjun smiled lightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, do you know who prepared the seventh futon?"

The corpse was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"Houtu!" Hongjun Daozu saw that he couldn't guess from his own body, and said with a smile, "This position is prepared for Houtu. Originally, I didn't plan to set up seven futons. But, suddenly thought of something, since there are With the little friend as a variable, it is impossible to say that Houtu will not die and disappear! Fellow Daoist, maybe you understand?"

The corner of the self's mouth twitched, I'll go, because of me, you left a seat for Houtu?
No, after the reincarnation of the Houtu body, the body dies and the dao disappears. After all, the Wu clan has no primordial spirit.

Even if you give Houtu a futon, Houtu may not be able to survive!
Just because you saw my change, do you think there will be changes in the future?
"Everything in the world has a glimmer of life. Fellow Daoists are variables. Maybe we can find a different variable for Houtu!" Daozu Hongjun sighed. , What choice did you make!"

The self-dead body nodded, and then turned into reincarnation, creating a reincarnation place for lonely ghosts.

It can be said that the entire prehistoric world owes karma to the later soil.

Therefore, for the position of saint, there should be someone from Houtu.

It's a pity that the Wu Clan doesn't have a primordial spirit...

"Troublesome fellow Taoist!" Daoist Hongjun cupped his hands at his corpse, "Please bring some changes, fellow daoist, don't let Houtu die and disappear. It's a pity for such a compassionate person to die!"

The corner of my mouth twitched, you fucking think highly of me.

It's not easy to make Houtu a saint, it seems that you have to discuss it with the deity.

After all, what Daozu said was right, Houtu is merciful, it is a pity that the body dies and the Tao disappears.

"This futon, Taoist friends, let's look at the arrangement!" Daozu Hongjun smiled lightly, turned around and walked towards Zixiao Palace, and said, "Under the way of heaven, there will be cause and effect, but a ray of life exists in anyone's hands." .Fellow Daoist can just arrange the seats! The old Taoist will go and sort out the content of the sermon first!"

The self corpse nodded, walked to his futon first, sat down, released the aura of the whole body, looked at the six futons on the square with shining eyes.

After a long time, someone finally came to Zixiao Palace.

More and more people gathered around, their eyes lit up when they saw the dead body, and when they saw the dead body sitting on the futon in the front, staring at the crowd, the faces of the people suddenly changed, this person's aura, unexpectedly so fear?
Could he be Daoist Hongjun?

The self-dead body did not speak, and looked at the crowd quietly.

Everyone was stared at a little hairy.

There are three people, namely Lao Tzu, Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian.

The three were silent for a while, and Lao Tzu said, "Let's go and sit down!"

"That person is not a teacher." Yuan Yuan said, "His cultivation base is too terrifying. What if he drives us away?"

Tong Tian said, "This is the teacher's place, even if you drive it away, it won't be too much, it's a big deal, we can just return it!"

All three nodded.

It can be seen from this that Hongjun Daozu had already accepted Sanqing as his disciple, but he never notified Honghuang.

The three of them were silent for a while, then walked forward, and everyone couldn't help looking at Sanqing.

The self corpse looked at Sanqing, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't do anything.

Sanqing walked over, cupped his hands at his corpse, and sat down!
The three of them were worried, and they were relieved to see that Gu Feng didn't say anything.

Everyone saw that this person was not expelled, which is easy to handle!
Everyone rushed towards the futon.

There is about to be a battle for futon seats in Zixiao Palace!

The self-dead snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a violent breath rushed out, and the one rushing forward was Kunpeng!

This breath directly sent Kunpeng flying back, and with a bang, it smashed into the crowd!
Everyone's expression changed immediately, and they hurriedly backed away, feeling the power of the self-dead body, all of them were extremely shocked.

Why was Sanqing able to sit down, but we were blown out by him?

Sanqing is also a little puzzled, why can we sit down?
Could it be because we are disciples of Master Hongjun?

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Nuwa, come here, sit down!" At this moment, I saw two people with snake tails, and then said.

Did that beautiful snake-tailed woman's complexion change, is he calling himself?
After pondering for a while, Nuwa stepped forward and sat down!

The self-dead glanced at everyone and closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, could it be that this seat is specially prepared for others?

So, can't we just sit down?

However, there are only seven futons, what do these seats seem to represent!

After a while, the corpse closed his eyes and said again, "Houtu, come and sit down!"

"Thank you!" In the direction of the Wu Clan, a woman bowed and saluted, stepped forward and sat down!
Everyone was stunned. Sure enough, these futons were specially prepared for people.

The people around felt a little helpless and sighed. It seemed that he and others would not be able to get this seat.

I closed my eyes, do I want to let Jieyin and Zhunti sit down?

After a while, sure enough, two Westerners came, Zhunti and Jieyin. Seeing everyone looking at each other, they couldn't help but hesitate.

"This fellow Taoist!" Zhunti bowed to Kunpeng, "Brother and I are from the west and came late. I think there are still two seats there. Why don't you go up and sit? That person"

"If you want to die, go and sit down!" Kunpeng snorted coldly.

Zhunti and Jieying looked at each other, what is going on?
After a long time, the self-dead body never asked people to sit down again.

Finally, the number of people in Zixiao Palace stopped increasing, and the figure of Daozu Hongjun appeared next to his corpse, and sat down!
"I've seen Daoist Hongjun!" The self corpse opened his eyes and cupped his hands at Hongjun.

Everyone was shocked, this is the saint Hongjun?

"Meet the saint!" Everyone knelt down and kowtowed to the saint.

Daozu Hongjun waved his hand and helped everyone up. Seeing that there were still two empty futons, he couldn't help but smile dumbly, "Fellow Daoist, you have a lot of prejudice!"

A smile appeared on the corner of the corpse's mouth, "I just want to disgust them!"

Daozu Hongjun smiled and shook his head.

Everyone's face changed drastically, who is this person?

Why did the sage Hongjun call him a fellow Taoist?

Could it be that he is also a saint?
The aura on his body is also very magnificent, far beyond what we can touch!

But between heaven and earth, there is no vision of a sanctified person manifested!
Wasn't this person sanctified in the prehistoric times, or is he not a saint at all?
(End of this chapter)