I, God of the River of Concepts, make friends out of nothing

Chapter 17 One Saint One Wine One Story
"What will happen to Hongjun?" Luo He shook his head in a drunken way, and said without hesitation: "If you want me to say, Fellow Daoist, today, it's better to go against the law."

Above, the stamina of the drink is getting stronger and stronger, and Tongtian has double images in his eyes.

He just took a sip of his drink, almost unconscious, and let Tong Tian defy the sky.

Only when he drank too much would he be so unabashed, and he would not be able to say such things on weekdays.

Luo He continued: "Fellow Daoist wanted to smash the prehistoric world, but Hongjun stepped in to stop him, so he naturally blamed you, so he took a red pill for you without explaining it, and from then on, Fellow Daoist can only stay in Zixiao Palace, Reduced to a puppet, never to come out..."

"Teacher treats me like this?!" Master Tongtian's expression changed suddenly.

"Fellow Daoist, please be careful with your words!"

Daoist Duobao felt cold behind his back, he couldn't believe that someone dared to go against the sky and Hongjun in the wild.

"This place is not in the perception of the Dao of Heaven, don't worry about it." Master Tongtian gave Duobao a hard look.

Duobao was taken aback for a moment, then calculated immediately, and found that this place was cut off from the heavens, no wonder Luo He dared to say something against the heavens.

"Fellow Daoist." Tong Tian asked, "What kind of pill are you referring to?"

"There are poems to prove it... this alchemy has profound skills, because the three of you attack separately. If you change your mind first, the alchemy in your belly will die immediately."

"That is the Holy Pill of Destruction, and it can also be called the Holy Pill of Meteor and the Pill of Destruction. In short, after taking this pill, you can no longer ask how to get rid of this hatred. You can only endure and be a puppet."

Luo He shook his head, under the drunkenness, he suddenly felt extremely sympathetic to Tong Tian.

"impossible!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the Holy Mother of Wudang shook their heads, unwilling to believe it, and said, "How can there be such a medicine in the wilderness that can turn a saint into a puppet, friend of the River God, you are drunk."

Several people looked at Luo He, and saw that Luo He's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were hazy, and he swayed while speaking. This appearance was emotionally drunk, not much different from Duobao back then.

"I'm not drunk." Luo He just felt smug, and he really complied with the saying that before I was drunk, I was a prehistoric one, but after I was drunk, this prehistoric one was mine, what kind of bullshit Hongjun, it's the opposite!

"I see!"

Master Tongtian was not much better at this time, his cheeks began to flush, and drunkenness began to emerge, and he could see the incomparable grief and desolation on his face, and he did not expect the teacher to treat him like this.

But no matter what kind of person he is, he immediately thought of all causes and effects, and thought of the phrase "Xuanmen is authentic" that Yuan Shi kept saying.

Xuanmen is the Taoist ancestor's Xuanmen. It seems that all of this is Hongjun's calculation. Long before discussing the catastrophe, I am afraid that even if he has settled everything, he has already reached a conclusion.

Tong Tian gritted his teeth, held back his anger and asked: "So I lost everything by cutting off teaching, and explaining teaching is the final winner? Then Yuanshi and Taishang boasted that they are the orthodox Taoists, and they have explained the Tao forever since then?"

"Not really."

Luo He waved his hand, at this time he even forgot about making friends out of thin air, and said: "The sage elixir I mentioned earlier is not only for Taoist friends, but actually Sanqing must accept it. Disappearing in the prehistoric, just like the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans, or the witch, monster, and Jinwu clans, only existed in the prehistoric history."

Luo He wanted to continue talking, but suddenly found that his brain was fuzzy, and he felt more and more that the three qi wine had too much stamina.

Even if he has a wisp of ancestral qi in his dantian, it is still the case. If he is still awake, he can talk about his usual guesses.

He had long suspected that since the beginning of the world and the fall of Pangu, all the calamities were calculated against Pangu's heels.

Because of the catastrophe, most of the powerful existences that followed Pangu's heels.

Such as the twelve ancestral witches transformed by Pangu's twelve drops of blood essence, such as the Donghuang Taiyi Emperor Jun transformed by Pangu's eyes.

These people no longer exist, it seems that someone wants to get rid of everything about Pan Gu.

Now it is the Sanqing transformed by Pangu Yuanshen who is planning for the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods.

Luo He slowed down the stamina of the drink, and continued: "The final winner is not you Sanqing, but the Western Sect." "As for the reason..."

Luo He couldn't remember more and more, and became more and more drunk.

"Second Sage of the West, receive and guide, allow to mention?!"

Master Tongtian knew all about Western religion, and said disdainfully, "I, Sanqing, want to make wedding dresses for them? Impossible, I absolutely cannot accept it!"

Master Tongtian knows very well how shameful and shameful the existence of the Western Paradise's guide and Zhunti is.

He has never looked down on the two saints of the West, Western religion, or Buddhist cultivation.

At the beginning, there were three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, so many great powers competed for the holy seat, and the last two holy seat futons should have belonged to Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Who knew that the second sage of the West, crying with pain on his face, happened to meet the good old man Hong Yun, and really gave up his position to them.

Speaking of which, the holy positions of Zhunti and Guidance were even obtained through crying, and behind the crying was shamelessness and hypocrisy.

Not to mention Sanqing, many of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace look down on the receptionist Zhunti.

I heard that in the end, the Western religion was cheap and made a wedding dress for the Western reception, how could Tongtian accept it? !
He also knew the reason why Luo He didn't say it was that Hongjun owed them karma.

Long before Hongjun became a sage and joined the Dao, at the end of the Dragon and Han Dynasty, the dragon clan, the phoenix clan, and the Qilin clan were plotted against, and Luo Hu collected the blood essence of the three clans to make up for the evil way.

It almost made Na Luohu fit the way of heaven!
Luo Hu's move forced the four innate ancestors, Hongjun, Yangmei, Qiankun, and Yinyang, to join forces and fight against Luohu on Mount Sumeru.

After this battle, the entire west was destroyed, especially the ancestral lineage of Mount Sumeru in the west, which was directly interrupted.

Although Hongjun is sanctified, he also owes the west karma, so he gave Hongmeng Ziqi and let the two sages of the west establish a holy religion.
Presumably, these causes and effects are still there, so Hongjun had already calculated this catastrophe of conferring gods, and made the two Western Saints the final winner.

"West, how is it possible?!"

Daoist Duobao also disdained the Western religion, especially when he saw that the Luohe was already crumbling, he said, "You have drunk too much, fellow Taoist, so what is the Western religion? You dare to fight between snipes and clams for the fisherman's profit?"

Little did he know that in the end, he was swept away by the Taishang Saint with a wind and fire futon, and he was transformed into the Western Tathagata Buddha by the Western Second Saint.

"You don't understand!" Luo He shook his head slowly, with a detached expression.

Like I said, everyone gets drunk differently.

For example, Duobao was so generous when he was drunk, and Zhao Gongming fell asleep when he was drunk, and got a baby-like sleep.

After Luo He got drunk, he became even more detached, as if the prehistoric world belonged to him.

The extraordinaryness emanating from the inside out made Duobao slightly taken aback, and the leader of Tongtian also took a second look.

"Friend Daoist, you said..."

The leader of Tongtian also added more, and found that the fiery wine could even confuse the saint's soul, which was beyond calculation, so he asked, "If you were me, fellow Taoist, what would you do?"

(End of this chapter)