Chapter 3 Two more futons and innate gourd vines

Author: Dabao who works hard at coding

Chapter 3 Two more futons and innate gourd vines

"Brother, we are so miserable. I think our west is already barren. Now we have finally come to this Zixiao Palace. We planned to listen to the saint's teachings and go back to teach the sentient beings in the west. Unexpectedly, you and I came late and we didn't even have a seat.

None, our brothers and sisters are suffering so much!"

The two Taoists who came here were none other than brothers Jie Yin and Zhunti from the West, and the one who started shouting and crying was the most shameless Zhunti among them.

But he said that at this time Zhunti was shouting and crying, and tried to cheat him into getting a seat.

Suddenly, Hongyun, who was sitting on the last futon, felt compassionate.

However, just when Hongyun was about to stand up and give up his seat to Zhiti, Hongyun suddenly felt something in his heart, but he couldn't help but think of Shanyuan.

"Strange, why do I think of that boy?" Hongyun frowned, but the words Shan Yuan said to him before leaving echoed in his mind.

A good horse will be ridiculed by others, and a good person will be bullied by others. Don't be too kind, otherwise you will give away the great opportunity for nothing.

Hongyun only felt his scalp numb, secretly took a breath of cold air, but woke up.

"It's so dangerous, what's wrong with me? Taoist brother Zhen Yuanzi fought hard for me to get this seat. If I give it up, I'm afraid I'll be scolded to death by him!"

Hongyun thought in his mind, and took a peek with some guilt, and coincidentally, he met Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.

When Zhen Yuanzi saw him turning to look at him, he didn't know what Hong Yun was thinking, so he quickly glared at Hong Yun.

Hongyun coughed quickly, looked away, but calmed down, and remained unmoved no matter how much Zhunti next to him wailed and screamed.

Just like that, after Zhunti suffered for a while, he saw that no one gave up his seat.

Involuntarily, Zhunti felt cruel in his heart, but he shouted: "Senior brother, I don't have a seat, and I can't listen to the truth. I might as well just crash and die here."

As he spoke, Zhunti slammed his head against the pillar next to him. The momentum was so fierce that even Hongyun couldn't help but be startled.

This guy is too persistent, right? Just for a seat, right?

However, Zhiti did not collide after all. After all, there was Jie Yin who sang the double act with him next to him, and Jie Yin stopped him.

It's just that the performance has come to this point, but no one has stood up to give up their seats, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Even though he was being invited, Zhunti was so thick-skinned that even at this time, he was a bit unable to get off the stage.

But at this moment, suddenly, on the Tao platform, the sound of Tao roared, and infinite visions appeared.

Amidst the surprised gazes of many great masters, a figure appeared on the Taoist platform.

I saw a Taoist with a strange and ancient appearance appearing on the Taoist platform. This Taoist was actually the owner of the Zixiao Palace.

Taoist Hongjun.

"Meet the saint." Seeing Hongjun appear, many powerful men immediately stood up and paid homage to him.

Hongjun nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down, and everyone sat down again. They could only lead and Zhunti, but they were a little flustered and wanted to sit down, but for a while, where was the place?

"You two should sit down in front too!" Hongjun suddenly said, waving his hand, he saw two more futons falling next to Hongyun.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of many powerful officials, Zhunti was surprised and delighted. He thanked Hongjun repeatedly as if he was flattered, and then sat down on the two futons next to Hongyun.

Six futons turned into eight futons.

At this time, not to mention Hongyun, even the other powerful people were a little confused.

Could it be that this futon was given so casually by chance?

So what else were they grabbing before?

At this time, the powerful people who did not sit on the futon felt speechless and relieved.

If these futons don't represent some kind of opportunity, then if you didn't grab it, you didn't grab it.

But for the powerful ones like Hongyun who were already sitting on the futon, they were a little depressed.

If they had known this, they wouldn't have had to fight so hard!

"From now on, we will be seated like this. There will be no more disputes. Haotian, Yaochi, you close the palace gate, and I will start the lecture."

At this time, Hongjun said again. After everyone heard the words, they quickly gathered their thoughts and listened quietly.

With a clang, the door of Zixiao Palace was closed. After the two boys Haotian and Yaochi also sat down in the corner of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun also began to preach on the platform.

Suddenly, thousands of strange phenomena appeared in Zixiao Palace, surrounding everyone, or appearing in the void.

The sound of Hongjun's sermons was sometimes like a stream, flowing quietly and refreshing; sometimes it was like a great bell, shocking the soul and inspiring enlightenment.

The first lecture of Zixiao Palace only talks about the Tao of Daluo Jinxian, which is not too profound for the powerful people present here.

However, Hongjun's sermons were from the shallower to the deeper, just like a high-rise building. He explained the Daluo Jinxian's way with incomparable thoroughness and incomparable detail, which made many great masters sincerely convinced.

I secretly sighed that Hongjun was indeed a saint, and his understanding of Tao was far above them.

Just like that, in the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was preaching, and in the blink of an eye, no one knew how much time had passed.

In Wanshou Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple, Shan Yuan was also practicing in seclusion.

With the help of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, Shan Yuan has made rapid progress in his practice this time.

And with the help of the enlightenment tea tree, after Shan Yuan consolidated his own realm, he sorted out his past practice.

In this round of sorting out, Shan Yuan has come to understand many truths that Shan Yuan had only half-understood or even thought about or understood before.

Shan Yuan's cultivation level has greatly increased. Although he has not broken through the realm, Shan Yuan feels that his foundation has become much stronger and more solid.

On this day, Shan Yuan suddenly felt a shock, woke up from seclusion, and opened his eyes.

Just listening to the system prompts in my mind: "Ding, it has been detected that the innate gourd vine, one of the top ten spiritual roots, is about to be born. Host, please make the following choices."

"Option 1: Go and collect gourd vines, get at least one gourd, and get ten drops of Three Light Divine Water as a reward."

"Option 2: Stay at Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain and wait for Zhen Yuanzi's return, and you will be rewarded with three Huang Zhongli."

After listening to the system's prompts, Shan Yuan blinked, shook his head and thought to himself: "System, system, how much do you think highly of me? Do I, a little golden fairy, deserve to get the gourd vine?"

No one knows better than Shan Yuan how great the cause and effect of the innate gourd vine is.

In addition to the seven gourds produced, which are all powerful things, the body of the gourd vine, the gourd vine, is the predecessor of the human race's sacred weapon, the human whip.

In other words, gourd vine was something Nuwa used to create humans. Just imagine, if it were you, would you dare to take it?

Shan Yuan had no intention of taking it. After calming down, Shan Yuan muttered silently in his heart and said to the system: "System, I choose two."
Chapter completed!