Honghuang: I took the oath to be the strongest Buddha

In the main hall of the Zixiao Palace, there were nearly three thousand immortal gods sitting cross-legged.

The acquaintance of the immortal gods whispered.

“Has the millennium passed?”

“It’s definitely gone.”

“Why hasn’t the Hongjun Saint appeared yet?”

“Could it be that the Hongjun Saint accidentally retreated again? So missed the preaching deadline? ”

“Impossible, the promise of the saint, how can it be wrong. Moreover, the gate of the Zixiao Palace must have been opened by the grace of the saint. ”

“Are the saints testing our sincerity?”

“It’s possible.”

While all the immortals were talking, the Twelve Pins Merit Golden Lotus finally passed through the dangerous chaos and fell in front of the gate of the Zixiao Palace.

Jin Lian retreated, revealing the figures of Zhu Ti, Zhun Ti, and the disciples.

“Brother, time has passed.” Jun Ti looked regretfully at the gate of Zixiao Palace.

“It’s me waiting to drag down the teacher and uncle.” He understood the importance of Hongjun’s preaching, and he blamed himself very much.

Maitreya, Jizo, Vishnu, and Kaye are also a self-reproachful face.

Then he pointed to the open door of the Zixiao Palace, and said with a gentle smile: “Although time has passed, we have not missed the saint’s preaching.”

You see, the gate of Zixiao Palace is still open, and there are two Daoists in front of the door.

If the sage had already begun to preach, the Dao Tong would definitely close the gate of the Zixiao Palace. ”

The brigadier general was suspicious, stepped forward a few steps, and asked urgently: “Can we enter the Zixiao Palace?” ”

The female Daotong replied crisply, “Of course, you can go in.” ”

Jun Ti was ecstatic, and tears appeared in his happy eyes.

“Brother, we’ve really caught up.”

That’s of course, the lead responds in the heart.

He knew that they would not miss Hongjun’s sermon.

Jun Ti ran into the Zixiao Palace first, and led the disciples to the back.

When he walked up to the two Daoists, he greeted them with a smile.

These two seemingly inconspicuous little Taoist children will be big people in the future.

“The road is far and late, and you have to wait. I don’t know what the Dao number of the two is? ”

The female Daotong replied with a smile: “My name is Yaochi, and I was given the Dao name given to me by Lao Zu.”

The female Daoist has big eyes and a cute smile.

“Yao grass qiong flowers between the trees, pond fish like small fish bass. Yaochi, good name. ”

Yaochi’s eyes flickered to stare at the introduction, “Really? ”

This little Yaochi can’t see the momentum of the future queen mother at all.

“Of course it’s true.”

“Hmph.” The male Daoist boy on the side snorted coldly, “If you want to listen to the old ancestor, hurry up and enter the Zixiao Palace.” ”

The introduction is strange, what did Haotian eat, where did the inexplicable anger come from.

He looked towards Haotian, who immediately raised his head high and ignored the introduction.

Yaochi urged with a smile, “You guys go in quickly, Lao Zu is about to start preaching.” ”

“Thank you Sister Yaochi for reminding.”

He touched Xiao Yaochi’s head and entered the Zixiao Palace with Maitreya and Da Shi to five.

There were several unpleasant cold snorts behind him.

Unimpressed, his gaze swept around the hall.

According to memory, I recognized many familiar faces.

At the front of the main hall, six futons are arranged.

On the six futons sat six fairy gods.

The first three are naturally Pangu Sanqing.

Sanqing is followed by Nuwa, and Nuwa is followed by Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Nothing has changed.

Behind the futon are Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Dijun, Taiyi, Styx, Queen Mother of the West, Prince of the East, Burning Lamp, Duer and other immortal gods.

“Bang!”

The gate of Zixiao Palace was closed by Haotian and Yaochi.

The immortal gods immediately turned their heads and looked at it, focusing their eyes on the gate and the introduction and junti.

“Coming so late?”

“Hehe, I didn’t see that they even brought the disciples of the Xuan Immortal Realm, of course they will come late.”

“The gate of the Zixiao Palace is closed, will the saint start preaching soon.”

“We have waited so long so hard, we won’t be waiting for the introduction and approval, right?”

“How can they, let us, let the saints wait.”

Discussing, the eyes of the immortal gods became unkind when they saw the introduction and the quasi-mention.

After sweeping the hall, count the number of people.

Including Haotian, Yaochi, Maitreya, and Dashi to five disciples, there are three thousand immortal gods in Zixiao Palace.

Sure enough, it is really three thousand red dust customers, one is not much, one is not less.

I don’t know which five unlucky immortal gods who are not famous, because of Maitreya and the Great Trend, etc., have no chance to preach in the Zixiao Palace.

【Ding! Task 3: The Zixiao Palace has completed the sermon, and the reward package has been distributed. 】

Check out the mission rewards immediately.

The pack opens and two treasures appear in the warehouse.

[Divine power: Buddha gate lion roar.

Chinese grade innate spirit treasure: one hundred and eight prayer beads. 】

After reading the mission rewards, I was about to rummage whether there was a new task update, but I heard the sad voice of Jun Ti.

“The west is barren, the road is far away, and I have to bring a few disciples, I and the elder brother are cautious all the way in the chaos, and my heart is haggard, which Taoist friend is convenient, let a futon give us a rest and rest.”

After sweeping the task, he hurriedly looked back at Jun Ti and found that Jun Ti had walked towards six futons.

Before, because he caught up with the sermon of the Zixiao Palace, tears of surprise flowed from Zhun Ti’s eyes.

With this teardrop of surprise, Jun Ti prayed in a hoarse and pitiful voice, feeling helpless.

The introduction had to praise his acting skills and complain in his heart.

“Patronizing to see the task reward, I didn’t pay attention to Zhun Ti for a while, and Zhun Ti really came to this trick.”

In the Zixiao Palace, many immortal gods whispered and scolded Zhun Ti shamelessly.

“The West is barren? Who to fool. Are we really blind and can’t see the Kenki and Dairein Temple on Mount Meru? ”

“Bring a disciple to listen to the sermon, come late, strange and far away? Hehe. ”

“Want a futon? Only a fool will believe what he said and give him the futon. ”

Don’t say, there are really fools.

It may be that Jun Ti’s acting skills are too real and too pitiful.

It may also be that for other reasons, Hong Yun stood up.

“Jun Ti Daoist, if you are tired, sit here and rest.”

Jun Ti was stunned.

Pangu Sanqing, Nuwa, and Kunpeng were stunned.

Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Styx, Burning Lantern was stunned.

The three thousand red dust guests of the Purple Xiao Palace, except for the introduction, were all stunned.

The entire Zixiao Palace is six futons, and its importance and preciousness are self-evident.

Moreover, these six futons are all inferior innate spirit treasures.

Hong Yun actually gave up such an important futon to Jun Ti.

Is Red Cloud crazy?

Or are we crazy?

The gods were puzzled.

Especially Dijun, Taiyi, Styx, Burning Lamp.

They had long known that crying about Red Cloud would give up the futon, and they had already cried.

Regardless of the stunned immortal gods, Hong Yun had already walked to his friend Zhen Yuanzi and sat down cross-legged.

Jun Ti came back to his senses, restrained the ecstasy in his heart, turned around and said, “Brother, you sit first.” ”

Think about yourself first at this time?

The lead was a little surprised.

This futon is a chance for sanctification.

Although Zhun Ti does not know now, Zhun Ti Xiang’s mind makes him very moved.

“Zhun Ti, the futon was given to you by Red Cloud, you sit.”

“Brother…” When Jun Ti tried to give in again, a red shadow suddenly rushed out and rushed to the futon with a thunderous momentum.