Emperor's Heaven and Queen's Land

It was only then that Houtu remembered that he had forgotten to tell Di Jiang that the bodhi tree had transformed into a form and ran away, and quickly told Di Jiang about the origin of the bald Taoist.

Di Jiang narrowed his brows coldly, his long and narrow eyes were extremely cold, he looked Zhun Ti up and down a few times, and said with a sneer, "It turned out to be the shape of the bodhi tree, so brave, it dared to run away from our Wu Clan, Do you think that the witch clan is your home? Come and leave if you want!"

Zhunti's face turned blue and white, and he said weakly: "I have spiritual wisdom, you ancestor witches can't really regard me as a spiritual root."

Compared with the rascal and arrogance when he grabbed the futon before, Zhunti has no arrogance at this moment.After all, Zu Wu is strong on the one hand, and has a bad temper on the other. If he dares to play a rogue with Zu Wu with snot and tears, Zu Wu will not let him cry like San Qing, and he probably can do it directly.

Dijiang was reminded by Zhunti, looked at Sanqing and snorted coldly: "I said, Sanqing, how did you run so fast at that time? It turns out that there is something wrong with Linggen Guo."

Yuanshi glanced lightly at Zhunti, and snorted coldly: "Di Jiang, the transaction between our two parties was completed under the witness of the way of heaven. Both you and I have gained merit, which shows that we don't owe you anything. As for Zhunti, The karma has been paid off just now, and it’s none of our business later, you can deal with it yourself.”

Zhunti's face became more and more ugly, and Dijiang's eyes turned around the people sitting on the futon. Sanqing had better forget about it, and didn't provoke them if it was not necessary. As for Nuwa, she looked nervous. Poor thing, forget it, this one looks younger than their back-student girl, it's almost like malnutrition, so don't steal her.

So Di Jiang snorted coldly at Zhunti: "You two, get up and give us your seat."

Then he turned his head to Hou Tu and smiled softly: "Sister Eleven and I will sit in a seat by ourselves."

Houtu was looking at the environment of Zixiao Palace, when he heard this, he smiled at Dijiang.

Houtu didn't know much about the Great Desolation, only heard of some well-known myths.At present, except for Nuwa who remembers it very clearly, everyone else's cognition is limited.

Dijiang looked impatiently at Zhunti and Jieying, and said coldly, "Are you still getting up?"

Kunpeng gloated at the two of them, and said gloomyly, "That's right, you two are dawdling, don't you think Zuwu is in your eyes?"

Dijiang's eyes turned into narrow and dangerous arcs, and he casually looked at the two of them.

Zhunti and Jieying looked humiliated, and when they finally got up, there was finally movement on the Jintai throne.

First, two golden lights fell and turned into two Taoist boys, a boy and a girl, about ten years old.After Daotong fell down, golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, and the vision rushed to his nostrils. In a haze, a figure in purple landed on the throne of the golden platform and sat down.

Seeing the change on the throne, Zhunti and Jieying immediately sat down with slightly raised buttocks.Facing Di Jiang's sympathetic gaze, he insisted on holding on.

After Hongjun came to Zixiao Palace, his indifferent eyes swept over everyone, and he asked slowly: "Why are you arguing and making endless noises?"

Zhunti complained aggrievedly: "Teacher Saint, my brother and I came first and sat down on the futon, but as soon as this group of ancestral witches came, they wanted to take our seat. We refused to let him trying to intimidate us."

Hongjun glanced at Dijiang, and Dijiang was furious, and immediately went up and kicked him.

Zhunti was shocked, but fortunately he had been paying attention to Dijiang's movement, so he avoided the kick in time, even so, his face turned pale with fright.

No, why did the ancestral witch do it directly, and the saint was still sitting on it.

Seeing this, Hongjun coughed lightly, flicked his sleeves slightly, and softened Dijiang's offensive: "In Zixiao Palace, free fighting is not allowed."

Di Jiang said angrily: "This guy is the spiritual root planted by our ancestral witch, witnessed by the Dao of Heaven! He sneaked out when we rushed to Zixiao Palace, and I haven't taught him a lesson yet."

Hongjun sighed, and turned his eyes around Sanqin, Zuwu, and Zhunti in an indescribable manner, and said: "I will be the master of the previous events, and after today's Zixiao Palace, let him be the master of your ancestors." The fate of the witch is broken this time, but the karma remains. Let him repay your ancestor witches in the future."

When Zhunti heard this, he was overjoyed immediately.Houtu frowned, and said slowly: "But we bought him back with Lingbao..."

Hongjun looked at her quietly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he sat high, and no one dared to look directly at him, so no one saw his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Hongjun took out a spirit treasure from his sleeve and threw it to the back soil.

Houtu caught the Lingbao. The Lingbao was a mirror. On the top of the front were engraved with four handsome fairy boys. Houtu read: "The Mirror of Reincarnation."

After reading, Houtu was startled, and suddenly raised his head, Hongjun looked at her with a smile: "There is your opportunity here, you can keep it for yourself."

Houtu's eyes were complicated, but he put away the mirror solemnly.

Seeing Houtu's expression, Di Jiang knew that Hongjun's words were not false.Although the matter that Zhun mentioned has been resolved, there are other problems.

Di Jiang said indignantly: "Teacher Saint, our ancestral witch came here without hesitation. There are twelve brothers and sisters. Don't they have a seat for us?"

Hong Jun said indifferently: "The number of futons in Zixiao Palace is limited, and there is no extra space."

Ancestral witches, you look at me and I look at you. They didn't speak, but their faces were not very good-looking.

Hongjun sat cross-legged on the throne of the golden platform, counting back and forth with his fingers, and after a while, he said, "But I can still give you another seat."

Zu Wu was stunned, all a little surprised, and the other Taoists saw that Hongjun made an exception, and they were also a little ready to move.But Hongjun obviously had his own plans, and coldly glanced at everyone in the audience: "The futon has a chance, and one of the ancestral witches has this chance, so he gave the futon just now, and the rest, don't talk too much."

As he said that, the boundless coercion came down, and everyone including Zu Wu was a little out of breath.

Hongjun waved his hand, and a futon fell to the ground. Hongjun asked Zuwu, "Who wants to sit?"

Di Jiang looked at Houtu, who immediately said, "Brother is the head of the ancestral witches, please sit down."

Hong Jun frowned slightly, staring at Di Jiang, seemingly dissatisfied.There was only one futon, and Di Jiang didn't intend to sit on it by himself. After meeting Hongjun's sight, he felt something in his heart, and shook his head and refused: "This opportunity has nothing to do with me, you sit down, so as not to waste it."

Houtu was slightly lost in thought, and after he recovered from his distraction, he nodded and sat on the futon without being polite to Dijiang.

Hongjun lowered his eyes, ignored the crowd, sat cross-legged on the throne of the golden platform, and began to preach: "I am Hongjun. I once obtained the fragments of the jade plate of good fortune, learned three thousand ways, and was able to prove the Tao and become holy. The responsibility of educating all living beings, this preaching, 300 years..."

Seeing Hongjun speak, everyone stopped entanglement, immersed their minds, and listened carefully to Hongjun's sermon.

Nowadays, the highest cultivation level of the prehistoric creatures is Taiyi Jinxian. In the content of Hongjun's talk this time, there is the way to break through to Daluo Jinxian.Because of the presence of the ancestral witch, Hongjun did not miss out on the method of body training, and his eloquence was so eloquent that everyone was fascinated by what he heard, and he couldn't help but respect him.

Three thousand three hundred years passed in a flash during Hongjun's sermon. After Hongjun stopped preaching, everyone recovered from the endless magic method, and their faces were full of amazement and aftertaste.

Lao Tzu sighed: "The sage teacher is profound in Taoism, and all of them are involved, so he should be the ancestor of Taoism."

After Laozi finished speaking, everyone seemed to be reminded, and they paid homage to Hongjun: "Thank you, Teacher Daozu, for preaching."

Hongjun noticed that Tiandao responded in the dark, with a smile on his face.He holds three thousand jade plates, so he should indeed be the ancestor of Taoism, but if he said it himself, if he said it to others, the effect would definitely be different.

Hongjun said: "This sermon is over. After a thousand years, the gate of Zixiao Palace will be opened again, and the altar will be opened for the second sermon."

After speaking, it turned into a streamer and flew out from the throne.Two Taoist boys were left behind and said to the crowd: "This sermon is over, and the gate of Zixiao Palace is about to close, please leave the palace, fellow Taoists."

Everyone came out of the Zixiao Palace, with endless aftertaste on their faces, Hou Tu said: "This time it didn't come in vain, the Dao ancestor's Taoism is really exquisite."

The ancestral witches nodded silently.

Houtu said: "The next sermon will be in 1000 years, and it will take 200 years to go back and forth. Shall we go back to the Wu tribe? Or stay nearby and practice first."

Zhu Jiuyin looked around, and most of the people did not leave, but chose to stay here to directly comprehend Taoism, preparing to break through Da Luo Jinxian's level in one go.

Zhu Jiu: "Let's stay and practice, first break through the Da Luo Jinxian."

The ancestral witches had no objections, and Di Jiang asked Houtu: "Sister Eleven, we don't have a soul, so we can't use Lingbao. The Lingbao given to you by Daozu said it was your chance. What's so subtle about it?"

Houtu took out the mirror of reincarnation. She had heard Zhunti and the state of leading the primordial spirit. At that time, she thought she had the primordial spirit, but after many experiments, she could not lead the primordial spirit out, so she had to give up.Looking at the mirror of reincarnation now, I have no clue in my heart.

When Hou Tu was thinking about how she should comprehend this useless spirit treasure, Di Jiang suddenly said, "There has been a change on the mirror."

Houtu lowered his head and looked, only to see her reflection in the precious mirror slowly changing into her previous appearance.

At this time, Houtu suddenly discovered that her appearance in the previous life was similar to that of Houtu. The reason why she could tell it was the previous life was because of her different attire.

The changes in the mirror did not stop. Slowly, the reflection in it changed into another outfit, the same face, but with an indifferent expression and empty eyes.

She seems to be standing in a sea of ​​blood, but she doesn't look like it, because there are too many buildings around, and there are various high platforms everywhere. There is a bridge at the foot of where she stands, and there are countless wailing souls around her.

Di Jiang wondered, "What kind of place is this?"

"Yes..." The underworld is the six realms of reincarnation.Hou Tu thought in a daze that something seemed to be struggling to come out of his memory.