Honghuang: I, Kunpeng, am not Lao Liu

Taiqing and Yuanshi Tianzun also felt something after seeing this scene, and couldn't help but look at Tongtian.

The three of them stared at each other at this time.

Finally, after Taiqing sighed, he walked up to Tongtian and shouted:

"Third brother!"

Tongtian hesitated for a moment, and finally uttered two words:

"Brother!"

Although Yuanshi Tianzun behind him still didn't think it was his fault, when he saw that Taiqing had passed, he hesitantly walked to Tongtian and shouted in a very thin voice:

"Third brother!"

At this time, Tongtian felt that Yuanshi Tianzun came to him as a matter of course and surrendered in front of him. He thought that he was his brother after all, so he might as well forgive him, and he also shouted:

"Second brother!"

The relationship between Sanqing and Sanqing, which was originally full of contradictions, seemed to have miraculously eased.

But there are still scars left in my heart.

A broken mirror is hard to put back together!

Others didn't pay attention, but this time Kunpeng noticed that no one from the Wu clan came to the sermon.

Last time there was a single Miaomiao in Houtu, but this time there was really no one left.

Kunpeng speculated in his mind:

"The Demon Clan's Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation is almost here, so the Witch Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation is probably about to come out too!"

At this time, the door to Zixiao Palace that everyone had been waiting for had slowly opened.

What caught everyone's eyes was the two boys, Haotian and Yaochi, who slowly pushed open the door of Zixiao Palace.

The great masters were still eager to enter, but Kunpeng was still hanging at the back with the presence of the old god.

He knew that after this sermon, the entire prehistoric situation would change!

Kunpeng walked to the end unhurriedly, accompanied by his two younger brothers, Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Because their positions are fixed, they are not afraid of being occupied.

At this time, Kunpeng walked up to Haotian and Yaochi, saluted them, and handed them two ginseng fruits:

"Junior brothers and sisters, please come and be safe!"

Haotian and Yaochi happily put the fruit into their arms, then saluted Kunpeng and said:

"Brother, hurry in!"

Then the three of them went in together.

Jieyin and Zhunti sat in the front six seats again, while Kunpeng sat next to Taiyi as usual.

Everyone was sitting upright, waiting for Hongjun's arrival.

After waiting for a while, in a daze, everyone saw that Hongjun had arrived at his position quietly.

But no one among the three thousand guests present could notice it.

Just when everyone was feeling extremely shocked, Kunpeng had already bowed down to see him:

"Meet Dao Ancestor!"

He was not shocked at all by Hongjun's situation. All saints are just ants.

And Hongjun is a saint among saints.

It seems that the level of Hedao is now very deep.

Only when Kunpeng saluted did everyone react, and those who had just woken up from a dream also saluted together.

Hongjun couldn't help but nodded after seeing the comparison.

Kunpeng, this kid, has always taken me to heart.

Hongjun said calmly:

"Get up!"

"This is the last sermon, and it is about the way of saints!"

When he was about to ask, he saw that Hongjun was already sitting upright and began to preach:

"The way of the sage is self-sufficient in nature, and it is a mistake to look to it for reasons of things."

Sage Hongjun started talking about what is the way of a saint. The powerful men who had reached the level of quasi-sage all pricked up their ears.

"The way of a saint is broad yet firm, strict yet gentle, soft yet straight, fierce yet benevolent."

"A saint is a saint, his heart is pure and pure, and there is no mixture of desire, just like the reason why pure gold is pure, but because of its fine color, without the mixture of copper and lead."

……

The great masters of Zixiao Palace were sweating like rain at this time.

Even those with high qualifications such as Sanqing Taiyi could not understand the true meaning, so they had to write it down desperately.

However, how can we remember the words of the saint?

Kunpeng, on the other hand, was sitting upright and meditating, listening calmly, without any of the confusion and anxiety of others.

That's right.

What will happen even if you understand the teachings of saints that I’m talking about this time?

Without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, even if Ming He and others did what they did in the future, they still would not be able to become saints.

Moreover, does this rely on Nuwa and Sanqing to lead Zhunti to become a saint?

No, not at all, it all depends on merit.

So this time Kunpeng came with the idea of ​​just having fun.

I was also thinking about whether I could finally go up to Fenbaoyan to have a look.

Compared to the confusion among others, Kunpeng was naturally much calmer!

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Three thousand years pass.

Hongjun sighed and said:

"Three Thousand Years of Sermons Completed!"

At this time, everyone present except Kunpeng had a sad face and couldn't find any direction at all!

After a moment of silence, class representative Di Jun hesitated and asked directly:

"I dare to ask the ancestors, what is a saint?"

After hearing this question, Hongjun said calmly:

"One who has attained Hunyuan is a saint. He rules the universe and the universe, goes through thousands of calamities without weariness, and remains untainted by cause and effect. He always exists with heaven and coexists with Tao. The prehistoric era will never be destroyed, and the saint will never die!"

Finally, the breath on their bodies poured out at this moment, and everyone felt as if they were facing a heavy burden like the sky falling. Even as a quasi-sage, they felt that Hongjun's single thought could kill them.

Seeing Hongjun restraining his breath again, he slowly said:

"Below the saints, all are ants."

Everyone felt unable to breathe for a moment, and their hearts began to yearn for the realm Hongjun mentioned.

Styx, who was standing further back, couldn't help but ask:

"Dare to ask, ancestor, how to achieve the status of a saint? Do we have a chance to become a saint?"

Everyone held their breath, and the anticipation in their eyes was self-evident.

At this time, Hongjun continued:

"There are three ways to become a saint!"

"There are three ways to become a saint. One is to prove the way through force, the second is to realize the way through merit, and the last is to prove the way by killing three corpses."

I saw the Supreme Master on the futon changed his usual inaction character and asked quickly:

"I dare to ask the teacher, what are the differences between these three methods?"

Hongjun also continued to explain:

"Use your strength to prove the rules of Taoism and understand the power of the rules! You can become the Golden Immortal of Hunyuan Daluo, comparable to the saints of Heavenly Dao!"

"It's just that now that the avenue has retreated, even the ancestral witch and other people who are blessed by nature can't pass it!"

Everyone expressed regret.

And Hongjun continued:

"By killing three corpses and proving the Dao, you will naturally gain something. When all three corpses are killed, the three corpses will be merged into one, and you will realize the status of a saint!"

"As for meritorious deeds and becoming a saint, it requires those who have great opportunities, that is, to become a saint through massive merits and deeds!"

Everyone looked excited after hearing this.

Just listen to Hongjun continue to say at this time:

"This sainthood cannot be obtained except by those who have great perseverance and great fortune. Nine is the ultimate number. However, the great road is fifty, and the heavenly evolution is forty-nine. One of them escapes, so there should be eight saints under the great road. , The position of saint has been determined for a long time and cannot be forced."

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