The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 327 Why do you want to worship Hongjun Daozu?

A saint, in the prehistoric world, refers to a realm and strength of practice.

For Jiang Shi, a sage can also refer to a state of thought.

Jiang Shi said, "Fellow Daoist Qinglian, listen to me. First of all, is Hong Huang the prehistoric of Sanqing sages? The status of Sanqing sages has been erected, and as disciples of Sanqing, it is hard to say that my teacher is this kind of person who only cares for himself, so I will fool you first."

When the Master Tongtian stroked his long beard and his face twitched, Jiang Shi continued to laugh and said, "It's like the Supreme Sage and the Yuanshi Sage. Although they didn't preach the prehistoric era, can you say that what they did was wrong? No one stipulated that Pangu Descendants have to give selflessly.

And the spirit of the Great God Pangu, the kind of indomitable, unyielding, and striving spirit is worthy of being inherited by later generations.And that kind of selfless dedication, the spirit of benefiting the prehistoric. I admire it very much.But the one who gives selflessly is a saint, and the one who asks others to give selflessly is the Blessed Virgin Mary. It is impossible for me to give selflessly. How can I blame the saints of Sanqing, right? "

Jiang Shi held up the wine glass and toasted the leader of Tongtian, and said with a smile: "Daoist Qinglian, fortunately, Taiji and Jiulong are so foolish. They are still too young. But with our relationship, you can't continue to ask me for help." Fragmentation of the law? Where is the Tongtian Saint? It depends on you, fellow Taoist, to give you a few words!"

Damn it, the Supreme Saint and Yuanshi Tianzun are too young!Master Tongtian twitched his face again and again, and was speechless in his heart.If Taishang and Yuanshi heard Jiang Shi's words, they would lose all their old faces.

Thinking that the two saints who had already left were made worse by Jiang Shi, Master Tongtian's depressed heart improved a little, but he put on a look of anger on his face, and said angrily: "No, poor Taoist is very angry today, You must go back and tell my teacher to make you a little thief! Unless you give Pindao a hundred altars of fine wine, this matter will never end!"

"It's easy to say, good wine is enough!" Jiang Shi laughed, and drank three glasses of fine wine with Master Tongtian, put down the glass, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Daoist Qinglian, but I'm not wrong, Sanqing It is true that the sage did not inherit the spirit and integrity of the great god Pangu, so why bother to stare at Pangu's inheritance again."

Master Tongtian smiled wryly and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, I, the Sanqing sage of the Taoist sect, is just worshiping under Daozu Hongjun, so you shouldn't hold on to it, right?"

Jiang Shi rolled his eyes, and said speechlessly: "This is the strangest thing about me. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had a trick with Hongjun Daozu anyway. But why did the Sanqing sage accept his head and worship? This Hongjun Daozu The heel is just one of the three thousand chaotic gods and demons, the defeated under the Pangu Great God, how can his own inheritance compare with the Pan Gu Great God's?
Sanqing sages not only have the merit of opening the sky, but also have the image of the opening of the sky inherited by the great god Pangu. Sanctification is a matter of time, so why bother to follow the path of Hongjun Daozu? "

Three thousand chaotic gods and demons beat up a Great God Pangu, and the Great God Pangu killed them all while opening up the world. In Jiang Shi's view, the Sanqing sage didn't tap his own potential and ran to learn from others. Are you looking for fish on a tree?

Three millionaires went to learn how to start a business with one millionaire?Jiang Shi also accepted this coquettish operation.

Master Tongtian quickly raised his glass and took a sip of wine, smiled coquettishly to cover up the embarrassment in his heart, and said in a low voice: "You don't know that Daoist Jiang Shi, Daoist Hongjun is not a question of whether he is powerful or not, he is really that kind, just very rare”

Didn't the Sanqing sage know that he was the inheritor of Pan Gu?

Knowing is knowing, but Pan Gu's succession is too difficult. Even if Sanqing sage has been a sage for countless years, he can barely understand one-third of it.When Hongjun Daozu achieved the first Hunyuan Dao fruit in the prehistoric era, the Sanqing sage of course rushed over eagerly.

With Sanqing's cultivation at that time, it would not be shameful to be a saint's apprentice, right?
"Cut!" Jiang Shi hissed disdainfully, then lowered his head mysteriously, and smiled playfully: "Fellow Daoist Qinglian, you don't know what Daozu Hongjun's body is, do you?"

Seeing Jiang Shi's mysterious appearance, Master Tongtian and Empress Houtu aroused their curiosity, approached them quietly, and asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, isn't Daoist Hongjun one of the three thousand chaotic gods and demons?" , We also know this. Could it be that Daozu Hongjun's old man's body is some kind of unrivaled and fierce monster?"

The two saints couldn't help but be curious. Even after so many years, they saints still know very little about Hongjun Patriarch, and they can't even guess what his body is.

Jiang Shi shrunk his neck, touched his chin, and said in a low voice: "Gossip, I won't admit it if you tell it! It is said that Hongjun Daozu's body is the first cricket in the prehistoric world."

Crickets?What kind of ancient beast is this, why have you never heard of it?
The Master Tongtian was full of curiosity, and asked again and again: "Daoist Jiang Shi, hurry up and tell me, what kind of beast is this cricket, and what magical powers does it have!"

Jiang Shi grinned, and said in a low voice: "This cricket, also known as an earthworm, has supernatural powers. Does digging soil and digging holes count?"

What kind of beast is an earthworm?
Master Tongtian was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and didn't turn the corner for a while.

"puff!"

Fortunately, Jiang Shi knew that the leader of Tongtian was a water-spraying baby, and he was the first to use his mana to block it, so he didn't let himself be hit.

"Earthworm!" Master Tongtian coughed suddenly, his face was flushed, and he couldn't believe it. He stared at Jiang Shi without daring to blink, and shouted in a low voice: "Hongjun Daozu's body is an earthworm? Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, Are you joking?"

Jiang Shi pressed his hand, and said in a low voice: "Hold down, friend Qinglian, please keep your voice down. It is said that Daozu Hongjun was almost killed with an axe by Pangu Zhengshen, and fled to the wild land. When the first cricket was born in the prehistoric world, I had no choice but to attach to it. Hongjun Daozu is really amazing. Cough, gossip, don’t spread it.”

At the same time, a small earthworm happened to drill out of the soil at the feet of the three of them. Seeing the three behemoths, it immediately burrowed back into the soil in a panic and disappeared.

Hongjun Daozu's body is an earthworm, an earthworm, an earthworm
At this time, Master Tongtian was in a bad mood. Daozu Hongjun, who used to be an image of a master of Taoism, now looked a little wretched in the heart of Master Tongtian.

Although it is true that one does not ask one's background, even a saint can't care about these things at all.
Thinking that the sage of Sanqing worshiped an earthworm as his teacher, Master Tongtian felt uncomfortable at all, even if Hongjun Taoist ancestor was still the original Hongjun Taoist ancestor.

But it's also like this, the invincible image of Hongjun Daozu also collapsed in the heart of Master Tongtian, and no longer exists!
33 days, in Zixiao Palace.

Daoist Hongjun, who was sitting on the jade bed, opened his eyes inexplicably, always feeling that something was wrong, as if he had been peeped through.

In this prehistoric world, is there anyone who can see the reality of the poor?

Daozu Hongjun is so powerful, if he feels something in his heart, he must have something to live. Right now, Daozu Hongjun wants to see who else has this ability in the prehistoric world. Could it be some old guy hidden in fate?
Daozu Hongjun's eyes brightened, with a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and swiped into the void. In the Zixiao Palace, a mighty long river that seemed real but not real appeared in front of Daozu Hongjun.

River of fate!

In this long river of fate, it is not a liquid, but is composed of countless pictures on the prehistoric, like small colorful bubbles, each bubble contains a story that happened on the prehistoric, vast and magnificent, It is connected by the laws of avenues, which is mysterious and extraordinary.

Past, present, Future!

Everything that happened in the prehistoric world can be seen in this long river of fate!

It's just that only the current content can appear clearly in front of Daozu Hongjun at this time. If you look at both sides of the long river of fate, it will become more and more blurred under the interference of unknown forces.

If Tianzun Yuanshi saw Daozu Hongjun fiddle with the river of fate so easily, he would be ashamed to find a piece of tofu to bump into.As far as Yuanshi Tianzun's ability to figure out the long river of fate in Yuqing's lineage is like a small ditch compared with Hongjun Taoist ancestor.

"Where is it?" Daozu Hongjun sneered confidently, fiddling with the river of fate, trying to find out who dared to spy on him.

But with the sliding of Hongjun Daozu's hands, the original sneer on his face gradually turned into seriousness.

Once, twice, three times!
Daoist Hongjun's eyes flickered with divine light, but he still couldn't find any clues from the long river of fate!
In fact, if Hongjun Daozu could lock Jiang Shi, he would find that Jiang Shi could not be found in the long river of fate.

In other words, Jiang Shi is not even in the long river of fate in the prehistoric world!
Hongjun Daozu stopped suddenly, his face was expressionless, neither happy nor angry, but he frowned slightly, waved his hand to disperse the river of fate, and sat on the jade bed.

Zixiao Palace suddenly returned to the deserted and quiet atmosphere.

"This person's cultivation level is better than that of a poor Taoist? No, it's impossible." Hongjun Daozu lightly touched the jade bed, closed his eyes, and said to himself.

"So is the Chaos Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Orb, born?" Daozu Hongjun kept pointing his fingers, but then shook his head: "It's impossible, the Chaos Supreme Treasure is incompatible with the Dao of Heaven, and the primordial Dao of Heaven is prosperous, and it is difficult for the Chaos Orb to escape into it." more difficult."

As soon as the words fell, Hongjun Daozu paused suddenly, opened his eyes, looked 33 days away, his face suddenly became playful, and said with a sneer: "After ruling out the possibility of the prehistoric world, it will be you? 500 years , can’t you even wait 500 years?”

As if he wanted to understand the reason, Daozu Hongjun calmed down instead, and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I will come to see you for a while when the poor Taoist is successful!"

(End of this chapter)