Honghuang: I, Taoist Master Donghua, started with Fusang Wood

Donghua was sitting behind Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi was pushed to the fifth futon by Donghua. He was still a little unresponsive. He could feel that he was from Donghua's gang. He originally wanted to ask Donghua why he did this, but when he turned around, he saw Donghua shaking his head slightly. , with a thought in his heart, he knew that Donghua had some ideas, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he sat in the fifth position with peace of mind.

As for the seats at the back, there are no futons, and they are pretty much the same no matter how you sit. Unlike the six seats at the front, which generally look very special, there is no competition for them. Those with advanced cultivation and faster speeds should sit in the front. Those who are worse sit in the back, which is more harmonious.

On the other hand, brothers Taiyi and Dijun, because of their conflict with Donghua, did not want to get too close to Donghua at the moment. All the six positions at the front were taken away. The two brothers simply walked to the corner. He walked away from the corner, seeming to want to get as far away from Donghua as possible.

However, the sisters Xi and Chang Xi, as well as the three goddesses Queen Mother of the West, all gathered around Donghua and were quite close to him.

On the contrary, Ao Qing, who was a disciple of Donghua, was a little confused about what to do. He originally wanted to sit behind Donghua, his master. Seeing this situation, he scratched his head and did not dare to let the goddesses give up their seats. , and found a place to sit down.

Soon, all the powerful officials in Zixiao Palace sat down one after another.

But at this time, Hongjun still hadn't appeared.

On the other hand, there were people arriving from the chaos one after another outside the Zixiao Palace, and the most conspicuous among them were the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan.

They are full of turbid aura, filled with evil spirits. Among the many sacred beings, almost no one can compare with them except Styx.

He was not liked by others, so he sat in the corner.

Donghua didn't pay much attention to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches came to Zixiao Palace this time just because Hongjun became a saint and had great pressure, so he came to see what was special about the way of a saint.

Zixiao Palace said that almost nothing happened related to them.

After listening to the sermon this time, they found that they did not understand Hongjun's teachings as a saint, and they would not come again the second time.

Moreover, the Wu Clan is the result of the fusion of Pangu's bloodline and the Earthly Evil Qi. They are born with bad tempers. Even brothers often fight with each other. They are also very exclusive. They are not easy friends to make friends with. Donghua has no intention of making friends with people from the Wu Clan.

The only person here who can make Donghua pay more attention to is Houtu. Houtu is the ancestral witch with the best personality among the twelve ancestral witches. And although she can't understand the great way that Hongjun talks about, she can still understand it later. After patiently listening to Zixiao Palace's sermons for three times, my character was very extraordinary.

And in the future, the earth will turn into reincarnation, and she will be compassionate and compassionate, which also makes Donghua admire her a little.

Regardless of whether Hou Tu reincarnation had some selfish motives for finding a way out for the Wu clan, her reincarnation did indeed save hundreds of millions of miserable souls who had perished and wandered between the world and the wild world.

For this alone, no matter who you are, you have to admire this woman.

After waiting for a while, in the Zixiao Palace, the sapphire floor above the aura of suspension and chaos was almost full of great powers.

Everyone sat quietly and did not whisper to each other.

They are all monks at the level of Daluo Jinxian. They still have patience and are polite enough not to disturb the purity of Zixiao Palace.

Just when everyone had been waiting for a long time and saw nothing else coming from outside Zixiao Palace, and when the two boys of Haotian Yaochi were about to go over and close the door, two figures suddenly appeared in the chaos in the distance and hurried towards them. Come to Zixiao Palace.

Those two people should be relatively strong, and their speed is not slow, but they look very embarrassed, as if they spent a lot of energy traveling through chaos.

The Zixiao Palace was originally very quiet, but as soon as these two people rushed into the gate, they made a lot of noise.

"Wuwuwu... Senior brother, the west is a barren land. Being born in the west is already a very hard life. I heard a saint preaching this time. You and I have traveled hundreds of millions of miles and rushed towards chaos with all our lives. Unexpectedly, In the end, there wasn’t even a seat left! Are you and I really so miserable?……"

This sudden cry of pain not only attracted the attention of all the powerful people in Zixiao Palace, but also made them shocked and confused.

After all, these two people are also powerful people in the Da Luo Jinxian level. They burst into tears because they arrived a little late and didn't get a seat. They didn't care about their face at all. It's simply unimaginable!

The powerful men looked carefully and saw that the one who was crying was a fat, middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a green and yellow Taoist robe. From everyone's perspective, this middle-aged Taoist man even wiped his tears and was actually crying bitterly.

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

In a blink of an eye, I looked next to the fat Taoist man, and there was a skinny old man. His face was sallow, and his face was full of pain. He was tall and thin, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

Just looking at him, I felt that he was a bit miserable.

The fat Taoist priest cried bitterly, but the skinny old man did not stop him.

Instead, he looked at the six futons in the front intentionally or unintentionally, sighed, and actually hugged the fat Taoist man and cried, saying:"Junior brother, this is What can we do about our lives? You and I have been born with hard work.

We have finally achieved this level of cultivation.

I have the opportunity to listen to the sermons of the saints.

I hope I can gain some insights and go back to help more sentient beings in the West.

Who would have thought that you and I would be a step too late for some opportunities to practice? How will we face the sentient beings in the West when we go back?……"

Not to mention the great power in Zixiao Palace, even Donghua could not help but twitch his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him.

He naturally knew that the fat Taoist man was Zhunti and the skinny old man was Jingyin.

But even if he knew something about the Second Sage of the West,���Jiu couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

These two people really demonstrated the four words"shameless" to the extreme, and their acting skills are so superb that they can be called the greatest actors in history.

Before everyone could react from the two people's performance, Zhunti, who was crying, suddenly said:"It would be great if any Taoist friend sitting in front is willing to give up a seat.

If my two brothers can Listening to the sermons of Saint Hongjun at close range, I think I can learn more knowledge, so as not to disappoint the Western sentient beings.

Unfortunately, who is willing to give up the position for the Western sentient beings when the saint preaches? Brother, you and I are really suffering.

……"

Seeing this, Donghua was about to speak, but he sensed that Hongyun seemed to be getting up. He immediately used his magic power to suppress Hongyun on the futon silently, and made him unable to speak.

Hong Yun couldn't move for a moment, and her face turned red from holding back.

Donghua didn't look at Hongyun, smiled slightly, stood up and said to Zhen Yuanzi:"Brother Zhen Yuanzi, I think these two Taoists really have a hard time traveling, and they have traveled thousands of miles to come to Zixiao Palace. When I heard the Tao, I was very sincere. It is really rare that I can still think about the sentient beings in the West. Why don't you give up your position to them? Brother Tao is also a person from the West, so I just want to borrow a good fortune."

Zhen Yuanzi Hearing this, he was a little confused at first. He could see that the Second Saint of the West seemed to have some traces of performance. He didn't understand why Donghua asked him to give up his seat. But as soon as he thought about it, he thought of Donghua's eyes before and knew that Donghua should be Whatever he had figured out, he had already made arrangements.

In the past, Donghua could even"calculate" Hongjun's becoming a saint. Zhen Yuanzi could be said to have great trust in Donghua's abilities.

So without any hesitation, he stood up decisively and said:"Those two Taoist friends from the West, come and sit here with me.

I am a poor Taoist Zhen Yuanzi, and he can be regarded as a person from the ancient West.

It is rare for two people to be so considerate of all sentient beings in the West.

Motoko is ashamed, and is willing to give up his position to the two of you.

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