Rebirth of the star giant tortoise

Chapter 242 Hongjun Preaching
After a moment of sluggishness, Haotian ran out of the palace without even thinking about it.

He has to digest the scene he just saw, the amount of information is too much, he can't bear it alone
And in the live broadcast room at this time.

"Anchor, Hongjun said that he will preach after a hundred years. You don't want us all to watch you sleep and watch for 100 years?"

"That's right, after 100 years, most of the people here must be dead, right? Why don't you give us some benefits, the anchor?"

"That's right, I want benefits for the anchor, let's have immortality tea, the kind that will become immortal after drinking, so there is no life limit."

"What you said upstairs makes sense. It is said that Hongjun's sermons are calculated according to the millennium. This makes countless generations of us come to videotape?"

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Looking at the barrage of people in the live broadcast room, Wang Zi nodded slightly.

In fact, he had thought of this situation a long time ago, but before he could implement it, the audience had already asked about it.

"Don't worry, I have passed 100 years here, and you have only passed one hour. Wait, an hour later, start preaching."

The idea that appeared in Wang Zi's mind immediately formed a huge barrage in the live broadcast room, and then the law of time changed quietly.

Wang Zi didn't say anything specific, anyway, with the IQ of people on Earth, they definitely can't understand how the law of time changes.

Why is it that 100 years have passed over there, and only 1 hour has passed on the earth?
Why is the live broadcast in front of me still the same?

Why is the live broadcast screen not speeding up, but the same as the original?
why.
Wang Zi didn't bother to explain so much, the power of what he said was beyond their comprehension.

Therefore, in order not to waste his saliva, Wang Zi simply closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, everyone on Earth had been waiting for an hour.

And just when an hour had just arrived.

The gate of Zixiao Palace opened slowly, and countless monks rushed in from the gate.

The first ones must be Sanqing, Nuwa and others.

When I saw that there were already two people sitting on the six futons in front of me.

A group of monks who didn't know that the futon in front of them must be a great opportunity.

After the fast-running Sanqing directly occupied the three positions, Nuwa and Fuxi glanced at each other.

Seeing his younger sister's hesitation, Fuxi pushed her to the last seat.

Then sat down behind him.

As for the others?
But I was not so lucky, seeing that the six futons in front of me were all filled.

The rest of the people had to sit on the ground behind the futon.

After a while, the gate of Zixiao Palace slowly closed.

But there was a cry from the door that had just closed.

Everyone inside seemed not to have heard it, including Hongjun.

At this time, Hongjun and Wang Zi also slowly opened their eyes.

After lightly scanning the six people on the futon, Hongjun frowned slightly.

But then, when I saw Wang Zi looking at the people below with great interest.

The brows slowly relaxed.

"Since you have entered my Zixiao Palace, you have a predestined relationship with the poor."

"Now that I have become a saint, under the way of heaven, I should have the responsibility to educate all living beings."

"That's right, Pindao should preach three times. This is the first time. How much you can understand is up to you."

The faint words came out of Hongjun's mouth and echoed throughout the Zixiao Palace.

All the people below saluted respectfully.

Seeing that everyone below was like this, Hongjun stroked his beard before speaking again.

"In the future, this seat will be used and cannot be changed."

After saying this and seeing that there were no objections from the crowd, Hongjun looked at where Haotian was.

"Boom"

Haotian was also clever, seeing Hongjun coming, he immediately rang the little golden bell beside him.

The little golden bell rang, which represented the beginning of Hongjun's sermon.

And Hongjun, seeing Haotian ringing the bell, opened his mouth slowly, and began his first sermon after sanctification.

"Before the heavens and the earth first opened, there was a thing called Chaos. Before the chaos, there was a thing called Primordial Meng. The Taoist is born in the Primordial Meng."

"There is a mixture of things, born from heaven and earth, lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging, traveling around without slack, can be the mother of heaven and earth. I don't know its name, but the strong word is Tao."

"Chaos creates infinity, infinity transforms Taiji, Taiji transforms yin and yang, two forms and four phenomena follow"

"Chaotic business, one life is two, two is three, three is all things, all things are yin and yang"

"The Dao takes the heaven and the earth as its oven, and all things are nourished to form the Tao. Therefore, the Tao is impermanent, and there is nothing to know."

"The Taoist is nameless, the mother of all things, and the beginning of heaven and earth"

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When Hongjun said these words, Wang Zi was at a loss.

What is this all about?

Not only Wang Zi was confused, but everyone in the audience and even in the live broadcast room were all confused.

"How can I feel that Hongjun's preaching is better than those old gentlemen in ancient times? At least he can bring emotions, he."

"That's right. If you don't want the host to translate it, it's all in ancient Chinese. We can't understand it."

"Translation? Try saying it in English? The meaning is completely different after translation, okay? Just listen to it like this, anyway, I've already recorded it."

"Upstairs +1, I also recorded it, and I will save it to a USB flash drive later. This USB flash drive is a family heirloom of my family. This is Hongjun's sermon, hahaha."

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After looking at the complaints of the people in the live broadcast room, and then at the drowsy appearance of the people below, Wang Zi looked at Hongjun who was talking about it in a slightly speechless manner.

Shaking his head, Wang Zi looked at the six people sitting on the futon below.

The six people were listening to Hongjun's sermon with vigor at this time, but behind the vigor was deep pain.

nonsense.

You are sitting on a futon that is on fire, but it is not painful.
Moreover, he couldn't move yet, so he could only distract himself by listening to the sermon.

Looking at the painful expressions of Li Ye and that cheap man below.

Wang Zi nodded his head slightly, he was a master only when he was suffering.
It turned out that this was understood in this way, and Wang Zi felt that his posture was raised.

As the audience on Earth videotaped and listened to the sermon, time passed slowly.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Zi even just took a nap, and Hongjun's sermon was over.

"Boom"

With the ringing of the bell, everyone who was immersed in sleep slowly woke up.

"The 1000th year has come, and this sermon is over. After a hundred years, I will speak again."

Seeing that everyone was awake, Hongjun's faint voice came from above, and then Hongjun closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

As for the people below, none of them seemed to want to leave, and they began to gather together to discuss issues above their cultivation.

because
The palace gate of Zixiao Palace did not open.

Everyone couldn't leave, so they had to wait in this Zixiao Palace for 100 years.

(End of this chapter)