My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 215 In the Palace of Zixiao
"Clang...clang..."

Amidst the chaos, ethereal bells rang.

All the time in the slowly tumbling chaos, a Taoist Palace with red walls and black tiles appeared, which seemed small like a mustard seed but was actually infinite.

Years do not count in chaos.

I don't know how long it took, the old Taoist, dressed in a bright yellow Tai Chi Taoist robe with a childlike face and hefty hair, came riding a green bull with a crutch upside down.

"Gah~"

The gate of the Dao Palace was pushed open.

A pair of boys and girls wearing Taoist robes and carved with jade came out of the door and stood on both sides of the door.

Seeing the old man, he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Blessings are boundless, senior brother, the master has been waiting in the palace for a long time!"

The old Taoist handed the Qingniu's nose rope to the Taoist boy, nodded slightly, and stepped into the gate of the Taoist palace without haste.

Dao Tong led the green bull to the corral on the other side of the Dao Palace, where the mounts were specially placed.

After the figure of the old man disappeared, the girl curled her lips and winked at the boy.

Before the boy could respond, he saw the chaos in front of him tumbling, and nine green dragons were dragging an extremely gorgeous chariot rolling towards him.

Kowloon Agarwood Chariot!
A pair of children, boys and girls hurriedly saluted: "Blessings are boundless, second senior brother, master has been waiting in the palace for a long time!"

"Shu~"

On the Kowloon incense chariot, the majestic and luxurious middle-aged Taoist got out of the car, without even moving his eyelids, as if he didn't see a pair of children, boys and girls who were respectfully saluting, he walked towards the gate of the Taoist palace.

Dao Tong had no choice but to pull the reins obediently and drive the Jiulong Chenxiang Chariot to the other side of the Dao Palace.

A trace of resentment flashed in the virgin's eyes, and she signaled to Daotong with her eyes: Master, the second disciple is less polite than the eldest disciple!
Daotong looked back: The six disciples accepted by the master are all saints!Yaochi, don't show anger in front of the saint.

Next, there seems to be a tacit sequence.

A young man riding a black Kui ox arrived next.

After the young Taoist priest, came Qingluan, a noble and glamorous female Taoist priest.

In the end, it's walking like a car, bringing together a bitter-faced old Taoist and a gentle Taoist.

"Blessings are immeasurable, Fifth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother, Master has been waiting in the palace for a long time!"

The two Taoists actually stamped their feet in front of the gate, and returned a half-respect: "I'm sorry, you two are waiting here, Xixi Luyao, I'm afraid my brothers are late?"

Boys and girls hurriedly avoided, not daring to accept this half ceremony.

After getting a response, and even being rewarded in return, the virgin was so happy that she opened up the chatterbox and said crisply:
"The two senior brothers are not late!"

"The Gathering Bell has only rang six times, and it's not too late before it rings nine times!"

"Senior brothers, let's go in quickly, don't make the master wait for a long time."

"The other senior brothers and sisters have just entered the palace."

The gentle Taoist, with a branch in his hand, smiled and nodded, took out a few green fruits from his sleeves, and distributed them to the two boys: "This is the Bodhi fruit produced in the West, which is not comparable to the rare and delicious fruit in the teacher's palace. It is better than rarity!"

"Junior Brother and Junior Sister, save it and try something new!"

A pair of golden boys and jade girls were full of surprises, and they thanked each other again and again.

The goodwill towards these two people in front of him increased greatly again.

……

Within the Dao Palace.

The six saints who arrived one after another sat down according to the futon positions they had already set.

On the cloud bed above the alchemy, there was an old Daoist with a height of six feet, a thin body wearing a black Taoist robe, and a hale and hearty old Taoist.

"Shu~"

When the old Taoist appeared, he pointed to the ground, and there was a spare futon on the ground.

The new futon was clearly separated from the other six futons, as if separated by an invisible boundary, dividing them into two camps.

The old Taoist appeared, and the six saints immediately stood up and said, "Teacher!"

After seeing the old Taoist place a new futon again, Liu Sheng's face was calm, but in fact there were ripples in his heart.

At this moment, a beautiful but compassionate woman in a white palace dress entered the Taoist palace.

This female Taoist is none other than Emperor Nether---Pingxin!

Pingxin first bowed to the old Taoist Jishou, and then circled around to the Six Saints: "Blessings are boundless, Pingxin has met fellow Taoist Hongjun!"

"I have seen you fellow Daoists!"

Hongjun and the six saints all returned a salute: "Blessings are boundless, I have seen the Great Emperor Youming—Friend Pingxin!"

A seemingly normal salute shocked the Six Sacred Hearts.

To be honest...to give the teacher Hongjun the gift of the same generation!

Daozu actually returned the courtesy of his peers as a matter of course.

The information revealed in it...

Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti kept their expressions on the surface, but they suddenly understood why the teacher put the newly set futon on the right, which was clearly different from the positions of their disciples.

Daozu smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Peaceful fellow Taoist, sit down!"

After Pingxin fell down on the futon, the Taoist ancestor said slowly: "This time the bell is ringing to invite you to come here, because the killing and calamity are over, and you will take the place of the heavens, and you still need to sort out all the causes and effects of the killing and calamity! "

"Besides, the demon defeated the witch and won, but the witch clan withdrew from the Great Desolate Land, so that the protagonist of the Great Desolation is still unclear!"

"You need to discuss with Pingxin Taoist friends, the witch clan won a big victory and abandoned the protagonist of the prehistoric desolate, and the fate of the heaven and earth should be divided!"

Six Sacred Hearts trembled violently.

Nu Wa looked at Ping Xin with envious eyes.

The other five sages were not much better than Nuwa, and they almost turned red with envy for the good cards that Pingxin had mastered at the moment.

Listen, Hongjun, who is the Dao of Heaven, must use the second son of "Shang Shang" instead of "negotiating".

It is clear at a glance who has the initiative.

There is no way, who made the winner of the last calamity be the Wu Clan.

If the Wu Clan does not withdraw from the prehistoric land, the sages and the Dao of Heaven can still plan to plot against the Wu Clan, and sooner or later the Wu Clan will retreat from the status of the protagonist, or even decline and exterminate the clan.

But... the witch clan voluntarily withdrew from the prehistoric land and retreated to the Netherworld.

This step is too ruthless!

The nether world has been controlled by Ping Xin, and Ping Xin is almost the way of heaven in the nether world.

The Wu Clan occupies the position of the protagonist of the Great Desolation, and possesses the luck of the fifth and higher levels of the entire Prehistoric Desolation, but the Wu Clan does not thrive in the Prehistoric Desolation, resulting in the lack of the most core part of the operation of the Dao of the Prehistoric Land.

Even with the passage of time, the luck occupied by the witch clan will slowly fade away and return.

But this is by no means achievable in a short period of time, at least it needs to be accounted for in yuan.

And this period of time is enough to cause greater problems due to the lack of operation of the law of heaven, and even the whole world may decline and die.

The only way is for the Wu Clan to voluntarily give up their status as the protagonists of heaven and earth, and return the luck they possess to the prehistoric world.

Honghuang's true way of heaven is just cold and ruthless rules.

Hongjun is actually just a part of the Dao of Heaven.

The way of heaven will only operate according to the rules, without self-awareness.

When the Wu Clan wins the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth, the Heavenly Dao will transfer the prehistoric five-level luck to the Wu Clan according to the rules.

……

Hongjun was expressionless, and said indifferently: "After the killing and catastrophe, it will work for the way of heaven. If you don't have to, you can't walk lightly under 33 days, this is one of them!"

"Although Zhoushan exists, it is no longer complete and should no longer hold the heavenly court. Therefore, it can be named Buzhoushan. In order to make up for the lack of operation of the heavenly way, the heavenly court should be re-established for 33 days. One emperor and one empress are in charge of wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and all things. The power of birth and death, this is the second."

Hongjun's eyes fell on Pingxin, with a smile on his lips: "Daoist Pingxin, my body is in line with the way of heaven and should not be selfish. Therefore, this time, I will make up for everything that maintains the way of heaven, and I invite you to discuss with my disciples! "

"Furthermore, Fellow Daoists are now the saints who hold the authority of the heavenly way, so they can't stay in the prehistoric world for a long time, and need to open up a dojo in the chaos as soon as possible!"

"Fellow Daoist... do you think so?"

Pingxin smiled slightly: "Good!"

"After the negotiation is complete, sign the deposit, and I will witness it again!"

Hongjun glanced at the Six Sages indifferently, and his figure slowly disappeared into Zixiao Palace.

When Hongjun left, the entire Zixiao Palace fell into a strange silence for a while.

After a long silence, Taiqing said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Pingxin, Wu Clan...what do you want?"

Ping Xin raised her eyebrows, and said softly: "Fellow Daoist Taiqing, wait a moment."

"I have appointed Han Shou as the Lord of the Underworld!"

"As soon as I deal with reincarnation and all matters of the witch clan, I have entrusted him with all my strength, and I have devoted myself to practicing in order to be detached as soon as possible!"

"I will invite Han Shou here!"

Six Sages were stunned.

What do you mean?
Let an ant who is not a saint play against the six saints?

Ping Xin didn't hesitate, and flung his cloud sleeves.

"Shu~"

In the main hall of the Taoist Palace, there was a young man with a confused face.

(End of this chapter)