What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 432 Pilgrimage (2)

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, and then walked into the Shangqing Palace that has been in the future for a thousand years.

The futons were still in place.

The light on the futon is still circulating slightly.

but……

Many people will never return.

Gui Ling... Huan Xuan... Liu Yang...

Zhao Gongming looked at the futons left by the brothers who were resolutely wiped out in the catastrophe, and sighed leisurely.

Even if alive...

He looked back at Sanxiao, and couldn't help lowering his head.

The turning point of Fengshenjie was from him.

Since his defeat, the catastrophe has entered a violent outbreak period.

Under the guidance of cause and effect, the disciples of Jiejiao continue to participate in the catastrophe like moths to a flame.

Moreover, it is sent one by one.

In the past, the great sect where Ten Thousand Immortals had come to pay their respects had finally turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

Tens of thousands of fellow disciples died, and tens of thousands of disciples from other sects were robbed.

Countless people have been wiped out.

It even implicated those 10 casual practitioners and was affected by the catastrophe.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, Beiju Luzhou...

A fellow Taoist should be robbed, and one by one the old powers will perish.

Chaoge was shattered, and the Yin and Shang Taoism came to an end.

All of this, in Zhao Gongming's eyes, started with his blind move!
Don't listen to the decree of the sage, don't follow the teacher's teaching.

Relying on supernatural powers, relying on the strength of Lingbao.

The result is that he perishes, implicating countless people.

Even the 24 Dinghai God Orbs, which are closely related to him and have been sacrificed for countless years, have become objects of burning lamps, and have been sacrificed into 24 heavens.

The foundation of one's own way has become a further support for others!

Zhao Gongming raised his eyes and looked at the figure sitting on the futon.

The lonely saint sat alone on the futon.

The seven senior brothers who accompanied him in the past have disappeared.

Just like the hundreds of futons in front of you.

The whole palace is cold.

Zhao Gongming finally couldn't bear it any more, and with a plop, he knelt down, kowtowed and said: "The unworthy traitor Zhao Gongming, I will pay homage to my teacher after I am guilty!"

San Xiao, who was following Zhao Gongming, also knelt down and kowtowed: "Unworthy traitor Yun Xiao (Bi Xiao, Qiong Xiao), feel guilty and pay homage to your teacher!"

Three nights prayed in unison, mournful, like a cuckoo weeping blood, the canopy trembled, but they didn't know what to do, they could only expect Ai Ai to kneel down, but they didn't dare to say a word.

"Get up!" Hearing the sage's soft voice, there was a force that lifted the five of them up.

Where Zhao Gongming is willing to get up, he will kneel again: "The teacher is above, the disciple has committed a lot of crimes, I am ashamed of my teacher, I am ashamed of my fellow students, and I am guilty of intercepting the teacher!"

Yun Xiao followed suit: "Teacher...disciple Yun Xiao, the crime is even more serious... In the past, he ignored the teacher's decree, disregarded the teaching arrangement, relied on the teacher's favor, relied on the supernatural powers and spiritual treasures, and did not know the heights of the heavens and the earth..."

Bi Xiao and Qiong Xiao also lowered their heads, crying.

They all remembered the ashes and ashes of fellow Taoists in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation and the extinct fellow disciples behind the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation.

Master Tongtian listened, and flicked the Qingping sword in his hand slightly.

The divine sword sang, echoing throughout the Shangqing Palace.

The golden wheel of merit and virtue at the back of the head shakes, and the map of mountains and seas manifests, covering the cause and effect of the treasure hall.

In Yu Yu's sky, divine thunder surged, shielding the secrets in Biyou Palace.

The moment Qingping's sword blew, Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao raised their heads.

Then they saw that the mentor who had not seen for a thousand years stood up from the futon.

The figure of the saint came into view.

"The defeat of the Conferred God Tribulation has nothing to do with you!" Only the teacher said: "If you want to talk about the defeat of the Conferred God, it is only because of my fault!"

"It's because I, as the head teacher, didn't plan well!"

"It's also because I, as your teacher, didn't plan well!"

"It's even more that I, as the leader of the Jiejiao, can't plan!"

"What does it have to do with you?"

The tears in Zhao Gongming's eyes rolled up one by one.

The teardrops gradually turned red.

Yun Xiao wept secretly, Bi Xiao lowered his head, and Qiong Xiao quietly clenched his fists.

All four felt that this was the teacher comforting them.

The guilt and guilt in my heart are even heavier!

Tianpeng was dumbfounded: "This is Jiejiao?"

"Didn't everyone say that the saints of Jiejiao are lonely, cold and unreasonable?"

"Didn't they all say that if you cut off the leader of the religion, you will be decisive if you kill him?"

The canopy felt like what he knew in the past was collapsing.

Cut off, it's completely different from what he imagined!
Jiejiao... seems to be very warm.

It is not like the legendary great religion at all, full of scheming and scheming, full of open and secret struggles!
On the contrary, it made Tianpeng feel that it was somewhat similar to his sect in Dongsheng Shenzhou before he ascended.

The warmth of the same family, the love of the elders.

Even if you have shortcomings, you can tolerate them, and even if you do something wrong, you will forgive them!

I just heard the sage say: "I am not consoling! I am not consoling!"

"It's the truth!"

Then I saw the saint walking slowly into the hall.

From the perspective of the canopy, you can only see towering mountains standing in front of you, and they also seem to be stars shining one by one.

Immediately, I feel that the mountain is looking up, and I can't help but want to worship.

Tianpeng swallowed his saliva, boldly, mustered up the courage, and looked forward.

Only one pair of eyes can be seen, filled with infinite wisdom, shining with countless mysteries, like eyes intertwined by thunder, electric current, countless numbers and symbols.

Those pupils are clear and clear, yet lofty and empty.

In the perception of the canopy, he heard the saint's emotion: "I am the one who harmed you!"

"I'm sorry for the teacher!"

Its sound is like thunder, and its sound is like a dragon.

Incomparable sincerity, incomparable warmth, but it is extremely sad to hear, even though Canopy has always been heartless, he can't help the hot eyes, wishing to kneel in front of the saint's seat and serve diligently every day.

How could a saint be wrong?

impossible!

Why did the saint admit his mistake?
Please saints!

How could you be wrong?

It can only be our fault...

It is our ignorance!
It's us who are vulgar!
We are so humble!
Countless thoughts suddenly came to Canopy's Dao Heart.

In an instant, he was almost about to be overwhelmed by these thoughts, from the primordial spirit to the Taoist body, they were all occupied by these thoughts.

This is the horror of facing the real body of a saint at close range!
It's just the peak of the earth immortal, even with the blessing of the heavenly priesthood.

Even if the saint himself does not have this intention.

However, in this Biyou Palace, in this Saint Dojo, you can hear the voice of the Saint with your own ears, and witness the real body of the Saint with your own eyes.

Canopy's Dao Heart and Soul are still being impacted and infected.

Fortunately, the sage was merciful and noticed the canopy.

The Qingping sword moved slightly, and a piece of green lotus fell into the canopy.

In a moment, Marshal Tianhe fell into a coma.

The leader of Tongtian didn't care about the canopy either.

He walked up to Zhao Gongming and looked at this disciple who had been guilty for thousands of years.

He looked at San Xiao's appearance again.

Seeing the appearance of these four disciples now, he also sighed, stretched out his hand, and brought these four disciples in front of him.

With a random move, the four futons that had been lonely for thousands of years fell in front of these four people.

"Sit down and talk!" said the Master Tongtian.

(End of this chapter)