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There were drowsy people in Zixiao Palace.

In such a wonderful atmosphere, every flower and every grass seems to be so dreamlike.

Compared with those outside the hall, the monks in the hall are better.

With Hongjun in charge, they basically watched with their own eyes. Except for Houtu who accidentally fell asleep before, everyone else pretended to be enlightened, trying not to let their state of listening to the sermon with their eyes closed turn into sleeping with their eyes closed.

When Rahu came 33 days away, the surroundings were quiet, and the sound of preaching was like the bells of a temple, simple and vicissitudes, which made Luohu very interested.

He also found the content of Hongjun's sermon quite interesting. It seems that Hongjun changed his style cruelly for this time's sermon.

Poor Hongjun has the heart to be a teacher, these listeners...

Gee.

Luo Hu covered his lips and quietly walked around the dojo, observing the appearance of those monks who had not stepped into the Zixiao Palace.Taking a closer look, he tried his best not to laugh out loud. This person's eyelids seemed to be black and blue, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

Is this still a fairy?

It looks no different from Internet addicted youths.

After having this idea, he cleverly bypassed the monks sitting on the main road, and went inside through the window from the apse of Zixiao Palace.What Luo Hu really cared about was not these outsiders, but the group who sat in Zixiao Palace and listened to the sermon seriously.

In the fairy tales of his previous life, Hongjun preached for 3000 years, and it is said that all the monks listened with great interest, and they were as energetic as if they had eaten Shiquan Dabu pills.

When Luo Hui wrote novels, he didn’t really believe in it. Preaching is like teaching. There is only one teacher, but each student’s learning progress and learning method are different. As a teacher, how can Hongjun teach everyone to listen carefully to the class?

It's okay to say that this hundred years, more than a thousand years, probably will drive people crazy.

Luo Hu walked in the winding corridors of the palace, as proficiently as walking in his own backyard.From a certain distance, he was a little surprised to find that he didn't hear the sound of snoring.

The concentration of these monks is surprisingly good.

"There are merits in being able to ascend to the Great Luo Golden Immortal." Luo Hu thought so, walked to the place closest to the main hall, and quietly poked his head to look.

Looking at it, he saw a bunch of heads and expressions of bitterness and deep hatred.

Luo Hu almost laughed in public.

If he had the ability to read heart sounds, he would definitely be able to hear the slander in the hearts of these people.No one can sit and listen to sermons for 1000 years, and he can't even block the sound. Even in his sleep, Hongjun has a way to "preach" in a targeted manner.

After looking around his acquaintances, he saw Liansheng sitting in the first seat, his eyes showed satisfaction, and then saw Yang Mei, Jieyin, and Zhunti all sitting on the seats, a trace of thought appeared on his face, he didn't quite understand what happened next. Jun's intention.

Before he came, he expected that only one of Jieyin and Zhunti would be able to become a saint, or neither of them could become a saint, but he did not expect that these two bald heads would grab their positions.

In the mythology of the original book, because of fighting with him, Hongjun shattered the prehistoric west, resulting in the loss of western aura, and the life of western monks was difficult, so he owed a lot of debt.This time he and Hongjun did not have a dispute between Daoist Demons, and Hongjun did not owe Western karma, so there was no reason to compensate Western monks.

Luo Hu put down this unthinkable thing, turned his eyes slightly, trying to find the little black cat who went to listen to the sermon with Jieyin and Zhunti.

Is there any in the hall?

Could it be that Jieyin and Zhunti were so bold as to throw it away?

His heart turned cold, and he suddenly saw a ball of white kittens out of the corner of his eyes.etc!Isn't the little black cat black?How it turned itself white!

On the edge of the cloud bed where Hongjun preached, a white fur ball of the same color as the cloud bed was huddled inside, enjoying the soft cloud bed while listening to the sermon at a close distance.The treatment of this meow can be said to compare with that group of monks!

It turned out that before entering the main hall of Zixiao Palace, the little black cat felt that there was something wrong with the reception and quasi-mention.In order to prevent Jieyin and Zhunti from implicating it, it jumped off early and hid aside to watch the fun.

Things didn't go beyond its expectation, Jieyin and Zhunti really came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, and they didn't even want face just to grab a futon.

Hiding and hiding, the little black cat saw the soft cloud bed, and immediately changed its fur color with magic power, and shrank to the side of the cloud bed as an "decoration".

Soft, so comfortable meow!

Would Hongjun not know that the little black cat did this?It's impossible not to know... probably because it is a cat raised by Luo Hu, so I turned a blind eye.

The smile on the corners of Luo Hu's lips became soft and sweet.

The man he chose won't talk sweetly, won't promise any empty promises, his every move comes from the heart, he will do what he wants, and he will follow his wishes.

Hongjun has the ability to balance responsibility and emotion.

In this point, in Luo Hu's opinion, he surpassed everyone in the world.

After watching those people, Luo Hu was about to blow a kiss to his man, when his eyes suddenly met the face that was as old as orange peel on the cloud bed.

Luo Hu: "..."

Hongjun had already opened his eyes and looked sideways at Luo Hu, not understanding why Luo Hu froze.

Luo Hu's heart was shaking in the middle of petrification, and he was even older than last time!If it is said that when the good corpse fooled him that time, he deliberately turned into an old man to make it easy to ugliness, then this time, Hongjun really adjusted his body appearance to the appearance of a 90-year-old old man.

I was in my 80s before, but this time I am in my 90s!

Why don't you just step into the coffin!

Luo Hu cursed the good corpse who taught Hongjun to be bad. Without his instigation, how could Hongjun develop the strange hobby of becoming an old man.

Facing Hongjun's gaze, Luo Hu twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

That's uglier than crying.

He no longer wanted to think about the rumors and rumors flying all over the sky after Zixiao Palace heard the sermon.

#罗睺Why do men look so old! #

Hongjun didn't realize that he was getting old at all. Seeing that Luo Hu's expression was wrong, he comforted him with a slight smile, his eyes were as warm as usual, proving that he didn't abandon his feelings because of preaching the Tao.

If he was young, Hongjun would naturally be magnificent if he did so.

And now-

Luo Hu felt hot eyes.

He suppressed the emotions that were about to collapse, stared at Hongjun for a while, tried hard to get out of the skin, and saw Hongjun's inner charm and temperament.

Without his good looks, it was really, really hard for him to tell the difference between an ordinary bad old man and a sanctified bad old man.

Just as Luo Hu and Hong Jun looked at each other silently, a person secretly opened his eyes, wanting to enjoy the scenery for a while to relieve mental fatigue.

Kong Xuan was pleasantly surprised to find that Master had also come!

Changing his nerves oppressed by Senior Hongjun's aura, Kong Xuan winked at Luo Hu at the entrance of the apse, and kept expressing SOS distress signals. 1000 years is already his limit!If senior Hongjun hadn't preached like this, he wouldn't have known that he could hold on for so long!

Luo Hu smiled wildly at Kong Xuanxie, then ignored his apprentice's plea for help, and communicated with Hongjun on the cloud bed with spiritual thoughts.

The divine thoughts of the two of them will naturally not be captured by the people below.

"Hongjun, is your mouth dry?"

"No."

"Very well, keep preaching, and I see they are listening very carefully."

Luo Hui encouraged Hongjun, Hongjun hesitated for a moment, and said to Luo Hui: "Luo Hui, Houtu can't listen to my sermon for some reason, do you have any help?"

Luo Hu looked at the head by the wall bit by bit, Houtu who seemed to be asleep at any time, a gleam of admiration flashed in his eyes.Of course he knew that the Wu Clan couldn't listen to the sermon, but out of concern for Hongjun's face, Houtu insisted on forcing himself to continue listening!

What a determination!

If the ancestral witches had Houtu's tenacious character, the chances of the Yaozu winning would be small.

"Houtu is the ancestral witch, not to mention whether there is a primordial spirit, she inherited Pangu's bloodline." Luo Hu said something that was very close to the truth, and made Hongjun very speechless.

Pan Gu himself was not the type to calm down.

Liansheng is the same.

Among the three Qings, Laozi and Yuanshi could sit still for the time being, while Tongtian twisted his body occasionally, trying to make himself not so boring.

Hongjun glanced over these people gravely.

"Is there a way?"

"Have."

Luo Hu licked her lips, since she was pregnant, her lips were always prone to dryness.

Leaning on the carved wood at the entrance of the apse, he lazily spoke of the method of "listening to the Tao" that all the witches could not refuse.

"Use your voice to create a murderous aura, let Houtu enter the hallucination to fight, use war to support war, and increase their understanding of the way of killing."

"..."

"Don't forget, I have sorted out my way of killing for you."

"Ah."

Hongjun made up his mind when he sensed that Houtu was on the verge of sleeping.

He'll keep Houtu awake until the end of the sermon!

Luo Hu's proposal plunged Houtu into an unprecedented panic.She stared wide-eyed, looking at the strange surroundings, the yellow sand was everywhere, and the setting sun shone on the hot sand, making the soles of Hou Tu feel unbearably hot.

It is desolate, bleak, and has a terrifyingly hot environment.

She just took a nap, why is she not in Zixiao Palace all of a sudden?

"Nüwa!"

Houtu began to shout his friend's name.

She heard that there was a demon that would make her hallucinate and forget what she was doing. She didn't dare to fight in Zixiao Palace, so she could only use Nuwa's hand to break the demon.

However, she was so dry from shouting that she didn't see any acquaintances.

Houtu regretted it unceasingly. If she had known that she would face such a danger, she should have listened to the sermon seriously and listened to every word Hongjun said, so that she would not desert herself until she came to a strange place without knowing it.

After waiting for more than half a day, Houtu's skin was hot. She couldn't stay where she was, and walked in the desert, trying to find the end of the desert.

However, the distance is not as different as she imagined, some——

Mere enemies.

A loud bang sounded from under the desert, shaking, Houtu's soles of his feet were numb, his body muscles tensed up, and he remained vigilant.

Immediately afterwards, she saw a huge creature that was unimaginable in her life.

Chaos beast.

The irrational monsters belonging to the chaotic period were created by Hongjun in this way and thrown into the illusion of the ground after grinding.

That was the heyday, and it was even able to kill the monsters of the Chaos Demon God!

The author has something to say: #818Hot listeners who are overwhelmed with pain#

Everyone: I always thought that being able to retreat for ten thousand years would be regarded as serious listening to the Tao. It was not until today... I realized that only after listening to the Tao for 1000 years can it be regarded as serious cultivation of the Tao!