: Hongyun Abdicates, Zixiao Lecture 1

Zhunti's sudden action startled all the powerful figures in the hall.

Only a few people felt sorry for them, but most remained unmoved, looking down at their noses and pretending not to see anything.

The reason is simple: everyone has gone through a lot of hardship to get here and get a good place to listen to the sermon, so why should we give it to you?

Many people showed expressions of disgust on their faces.

To them, everyone present was a powerful immortal, and they had to be mindful of their status and appearance.

But look at these two again?

In front of so many like-minded people, he cried on a whim and bumped into things on a whim, truly showing no shame whatsoever.

Having witnessed the performance of Jieyin and Zhunti, even Donghua couldn't help but secretly give them a thumbs up.

With acting skills like that, it's a real shame she's not acting.

Behind him, the Queen Mother of the West inquired, "Brother, may I ask about the origins of these two?"

Donghua explained, "My dear sister, you may not know this, but these two fellow Daoists are great supernatural beings from the West. One is called Jieyin, and the other is called Zhunti. Their cultivation is not much weaker than yours or mine, but their character is..."

At this point, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"I see."

The Queen Mother of the West sighed softly: "These two have come from afar to listen to the Dao, and according to my brother, they are indeed people of great perseverance. However, such crying and making a scene is indeed damaging to the reputation of the Great Luo."

"What Fellow Daoist Taizhen said is absolutely right."

Xuan Nu, Yun Zhong Jun, and Jin Hong Shi all agreed with this.

Meanwhile, Jieyin and Zhunti cried and pleaded for a long time, but seeing that no one was willing to give up their place to listen to the teachings, the two were still unwilling to give up and actually squeezed their way to the front.

He first bowed to Hongyun, who was sitting on the last prayer mat, before beginning to complain:

"Fellow Daoist, our Western land is barren and has few Daoist teachings passed down, which is truly pitiful."

"Why don't you give this meditation cushion to my senior brother, so that we can also listen to the sacred sounds and then turn back to benefit the Western Paradise? In this way, you will also have immeasurable merit, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Seeing this, everyone in Zixiao Palace was speechless.

They keep talking about the well-being of Westerners, spouting benevolence and morality—what is this if not moral blackmail?

In an instant, the shamelessness of this Western duo once again lowered the bar in everyone's mind.

It's one thing for them not to give up their spot, but they actually came up to ask for it back?

Only a fool would choose to give up their position! This was the thought of almost everyone in the hall.

But ironically, the person in front of Zhunti really was a fool.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the immortals, Hongyun stood up, looking ashamed, and said, "My two fellow Daoists are seeking the Dao for the sake of the Western beings. I am no match for their sincere devotion. I will offer my seat to them."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi, who was standing behind him, immediately changed his expression and tried to stop him, but it was too late.

After Hongyun stood up, Jieyin immediately sat down on the prayer mat and said, "Fellow Daoist is truly a compassionate person. My junior brother and I will never forget such kindness!"

But as soon as Jieyin sat down, Zhunti started thinking about other meditation cushions.

When the gaze fell upon the three Pure Ones at the front, it was clear that the three were of one mind and their auras were faintly connected, making it obvious that they were not to be trifled with.

Then there was Nuwa, a woman.

Although the two of them don't care about the noodles, they would never do something like vying for the position of a female fairy.

In the end, only Donghua remained beside him.

Judging from his restrained divine aura and the auspicious light surrounding him, he was clearly a true immortal with profound knowledge, not someone to be trifled with.

But at this moment, Zhunti couldn't care less about anything else. She cried out as before, "This fellow Daoist looks very kind, but I wonder if he would also have pity on the sentient beings of the West?"

Upon hearing this, Donghua almost laughed out of anger.

So it turns out that Zhunti has actually set his sights on him?

However, before he could speak, the goddess behind him couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "You shameless scoundrel! It's one thing to swindle a prayer mat, but now you're trying to take advantage of us?"

The Queen Mother of the West lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, her voice also carrying a hint of coldness, and said indifferently, "I advise my fellow Daoist to act accordingly."

Jin Hongshi and Yun Zhongjun both had unfriendly expressions.

"This, this..."

Zhunti never expected that his words would provoke five powerful beings at the same time. His face turned pale and then red, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He said awkwardly, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

Compared to the four angry people, Donghua was much calmer. He looked at Zhunti and said in a mocking tone, "It's not impossible for you to want my futon, fellow Daoist."

"But everything in this world must be based on fairness. If you are willing to exchange the Seven Treasures Tree for this futon, how about that?"

"The Seven Treasures Tree?"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti's expression froze. "Fellow Daoist, you must be joking..."

The Seven Treasures Tree was his treasure for attaining enlightenment, and it was crucial to his future path. How could he possibly exchange it for something else?

At that moment, the entire Zixiao Palace suddenly trembled, and a tall figure appeared on the platform without warning.

Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she stood tall and straight.

The Great Way is its garment, and the stars are its lining.

His entire body radiated an eternal and immortal brilliance, and he exuded a supreme and powerful aura. His terrifying pressure made everyone tremble with fear. It was none other than Hongjun.

"Greetings, Saint!"

As Hongjun appeared, all the powerful beings in Zixiao Palace bowed in unison.

Hongjun's deep, unwavering gaze swept over everyone in the hall. When he saw Donghua and Jieyin sitting on the last prayer mat, he paused slightly before speaking:

"The karmic order has been established; let's cease all disputes. From now on, let's maintain the current seating arrangement and not disrupt it."

"Haotian Yaochi, you two, close the palace gates."

After the gates of Zixiao Palace were completely closed, Hongjun spoke: "Now that I have become a sage, I feel grateful for the opportunities and opportunities brought by Heaven and have the responsibility to educate all living beings. I will preach three times in this Zixiao Palace, each time for ten thousand years. I hope you will listen attentively."

After saying this, without waiting for anyone to reply, he began his first sermon.

"Observe the way of Heaven, and act in accordance with Heaven."

"The evils of the nine orifices lie in three essentials."

"..."

The sage spoke with divine authority and his words flowed like lotus blossoms. As Hongjun began his sermon, countless astonishing phenomena arose throughout the Zixiao Palace.

The sky is filled with stars, and the glow of the sunset illuminates the heavens.

Golden lotuses grow on the ground, their beauty a product of frost and dew.

The Great Dao's maxims appeared and disappeared, and purple qi came from the east, swirling into the shape of dragons and phoenixes. The originally lofty and profound Great Dao seemed to become within reach.

Looking at the immortals in the hall, they were all listening with rapt attention, deeply immersed in the music. The things they had previously struggled with in their cultivation suddenly became clear and understandable.

Upon hearing the wonderful parts, many people danced wildly, some crying and some laughing, appearing almost frenzied.

Among the immortals, only Houtu frowned slightly, her face occasionally showing an expression of understanding but not quite.

As the last ancestral witch to be born in the primordial world, although she possessed a primordial spirit, it was extremely weak, and even when listening to the immortal sounds of the Great Dao, she felt completely lost.

Like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water, it is ultimately unattainable.

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