Primordial Era: If I remain in Longevity Mountain, I will steadily attain sainthood.

Chapter 19 Zixiao's Lecture, The Six-Eared Macaque

Hongyun originally had no intention of fighting for this seat for Zhen Yuanzi, but things developed in a way that made him decide to go all in.

If you only try to keep your own seat, you will offend Jieyin and Zhunti. They might even attack you together, and you might not be able to hold on.

Since that's the case, let's give them a taste of their own medicine and take both seats.

With the help of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Jieyin and Zhunti were indeed deflated, since a two-on-two fight was still possible.

But now it's fourteen against two, how could they possibly win?

Without saying a word, both of them wore long faces, but they still sat down in the corner. Of course, this corner was not the same as the one in the story, and they dared not sit with Kunpeng.

Even so, Kunpeng looked at the two with a sense of satisfaction, and then looked at Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, wanting to reclaim his seat.

But the twelve Ancestral Witches all sat behind Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, while Kunpeng dared not speak.

The dispute over the prayer cushion was thus settled.

The people in the palace also enjoyed the spectacle, thinking that the two Westerners were cunning, having seized the position of Kunpeng, and now wanting to push their luck and compete for the position of Hongyun.

Little did they expect that Hongyun was no pushover, but a tough nut to crack. Kicking her not only failed to bring them any advantage, but also resulted in the loss of the seat they had just secured.

Zhen Yuanzi sat on the sixth futon, feeling both nervous and excited. He secretly said to Hongyun, "Won't what we're doing displease the Sage?"

Upon hearing this, Hongyun said, "What's wrong with that? Besides, I'm not the first person to do this."

Zhen Yuanzi felt much more at ease after hearing this.

Hongyun naturally wouldn't forget the help from the Ancestral Witches, and thanked them one by one. The Ancestral Witches all quickly waved their hands, indicating that they didn't need it.

The Purple Cloud Palace gradually returned to peace.

Just then, a Taoist appeared on the platform. He had an ancient and strange appearance, a calm expression, and an unfathomable aura. He was none other than Hongjun, the Taoist Ancestor.

When everyone saw Hongjun appear, they quickly stood up and bowed to him.

Hongjun nodded, gestured for everyone to sit down, and then said, "From now on, the seating arrangement shall remain in this order, and it must not be disordered."

He then instructed the two attendants, "Haotian and Yaochi, go and close the palace gates and prepare to preach."

Haotian and Yaochi quickly closed the gates of Zixiao Palace.

From then on, Zixiao Palace disappeared into the chaos, and the other beings who had not yet arrived also received the message and lost their chance.

No matter how hard you search in the chaos, you will never find the Purple Cloud Palace again.

Seeing this, Hongjun slowly began to preach.

At first, his sermons were nothing extraordinary, but gradually they gave everyone a jolt. They felt that the mysteries were profound and infinitely mysterious, all hidden in his Taoist voice.

It contained all the great principles of heaven and earth, encompassing everything and containing everything, progressing from the shallow to the profound, making people gradually become engrossed in it.

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, various wondrous phenomena appeared as the sage preached. Countless rays of light shone, auspicious clouds abounded, countless auspicious energies condensed, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, exotic fragrances lingered, and melodious sounds resounded.

The assembled powerful beings listened to the teachings with rapt attention, feeling as if all the things they had not understood in their previous cultivation had suddenly become clear.

When they heard something particularly ingenious, they couldn't help but show their delight on their faces, displaying various expressions.

At this moment, Hongyun couldn't care less about others. He just shuddered and twisted the void behind him, transforming into a strange phenomenon, which was the Enlightenment Tea Tree.

Although this Enlightenment Tea Tree is only a top-grade innate spiritual root, it can help people attain enlightenment. It enveloped himself, Zhen Yuanzi, and the twelve ancestral witches, with countless Daoist auras spreading and dispersing within it.

Hongyun was also completely absorbed in listening to the teachings, unable to extricate herself. Zhen Yuanzi, standing beside her, was in a similar state.

Of the twelve Ancestral Witches, Houtu, though she also lacked a primordial spirit, still possessed some affinity with the Dharma and had some vague understanding of it.

But the other eleven Ancestral Witches gradually felt extremely tormented. Hongjun's teachings sounded like hypnosis to them, but they just couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The more they listened, the more restless they became. Fortunately, Hongyun brought out the Enlightenment Tea Tree, which also had a calming effect, and at least helped them suppress their anger, otherwise it would have been even more unbearable.

The eleven ancestral witches were not without brains; they had witnessed Hongjun's power and knew that they could not act recklessly in this sacred place.

In addition, they are now with Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, so they also need to take care of the two of them.

Finally, there was Houtu, their youngest sister, who actually managed to gain some understanding. This made the eleven ancestral witches endure the ordeal, no matter how difficult it was.

Thus, Hongjun preached for three thousand years without pausing at all.

However, leaving aside the events in Zixiao Palace, let's talk about Hongyun. When he arrived, he suddenly realized in the midst of chaos that there was something he hadn't done yet.

So he sent out the Fire Cloud Daoist to take care of him.

Meanwhile, Daoist Huoyun retraced his steps and returned to the vicinity of the Earth's membrane, whereupon he began searching around it.

However, after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find their target.

On this day, just when Huoyun Daojun was about to give up the search, he finally saw a monkey hiding next to the earth's membrane, curled up and listening intently.

What a monkey! This monkey had a body covered in golden fur, which was very beautiful. It looked like a golden macaque, but it had six ears, which made it look very strange.

When Huoyun Daojun saw it, his eyes lit up with surprise. At the same time, the monkey was also startled and sensed something, looking at Huoyun Daojun.

The two locked eyes.

Without a second thought, the monkey immediately jumped up and turned to escape using the wind escape technique.

But Huoyun Daojun had finally found it, how could he let it escape?

Although Huoyun Daojun is one of the five elements incarnations of Hongyun, his supernatural powers are not limited to fire, but also include the power of the four elements.

But then Huoyun Daojun pointed a finger, and the monkey, who had just transformed into a gust of wind, was about to use the wind's invisibility to escape.

But suddenly its body froze, and it was revealed that it was restrained. Flames wrapped around its body, preventing it from using any of its supernatural powers.

Floating in mid-air, it struggled frantically, but seeing that it couldn't break free, it resigned itself to its fate and looked at Daoist Huoyun, shouting, "Who are you? Why do you attack me the moment we meet?"

Huoyun Daojun laughed and said, "Aren't you born with supernatural powers? How come you've never heard of my origins?"

Upon hearing this, the monkey's expression changed drastically, and it said, "How do you know I possess innate supernatural powers? Do you perhaps know my origins?"

"Of course I know."

Daoist Huoyun nodded and said, "That is precisely why we have such a strong connection, and that is why I have come to accept you as my disciple!"

"Little monkey, why aren't you going to become my disciple?" With a thought, Daoist Huoyun saw the flames on the monkey's body disappear.

The monkey, now free, was overjoyed and was about to leap away again, but as soon as the thought crossed its mind, flames erupted from its body once more.

It then transformed into a rope, binding itself.

(End of this chapter)