As soon as the boy finished speaking, the Three Pure Ones were the fastest and sat at the front.
They had their eyes set on the praying mat long ago. It was impossible for them to sit on the ground.
Nüwa moved closer and sat down behind the Three Pure Ones.
Kun Peng sat in the fifth seat. Feng Ning listened to Old Master's instructions and was mentally prepared. Although her reaction was a little slow, she still managed to snatch it.
He sat on the sixth praying mat.
From then on, there were no more praying mats in the Purple Cloud Palace to sit on.
Some of the higher-beings looked at the prayer mats that were filled to the brim and sighed. However, most of them felt that it did not matter. It was just a prayer mat, so there was no harm in sitting on the ground.
Laozi sat on the first futon with his eyes closed, as if he had transcended the world.
Primordial looked at Kun Peng and Feng Ning with disdain, his face full of disgust and disgust.
Tongtian did not mind. He just felt that there was a huge difference between sitting on a futon and sitting on the ground. It gave him a sense of superiority. This was the enjoyment that Pangu should have.
Goddess Nvywa smiled at Feng Ning as a form of greeting.
Feng Ning naturally did not dare to be negligent and cupped her hands. She was only Chen Yuan's mount, while Nüwa was Old Master's friend. In terms of status, she was much lower.
Kun Peng still had an eagle's face and raised his head, feeling that his aura was extraordinary.
After the six futon seats were settled, many mighty figures sat on the ground, waiting for the master of the day, Daoist Hongjun, to come out and preach.
In their opinion, it didn't matter if they sat or not. The main thing was to listen to the sermon.
Feng Ning's beautiful eyes kept looking out of the palace. Although she did not believe that Old Master could really predict the future, she was still very curious.
Guiding?
Cundi?
The west?
Would he really come?
At this moment, two figures appeared outside the Purple Cloud Palace. One looked honest and honest with a smile on his face, while the other looked miserable and worried.
As soon as the two of them entered the Purple Cloud Palace, they looked at the futon in front of them.
"Aiya, aiya, aiya. I think of the sufferings of the western creatures and the great calamity they suffered. Fortunately, Dao Ancestor is merciful enough to preach here. Us senior and junior brothers have traveled millions of miles to listen to Dao for the western creatures, but we can't do anything about it. If we can't listen to Dao Ancestor's Dao lecture, what should we do?”
Zhunti's tears fell as soon as he spoke. He pulled Jieyin's arm and almost cried himself to death in Zixiao Palace.
"What can I do?"
Jie Yin was not good with words, he just frowned and drew an uncomfortable line.
Silence.
The Purple Cloud Palace was as calm as usual.
The Three Pure Ones sat on the praying mat, not even looking at Jieyin and Zhunti.
Nuwa merely glanced at him without any reaction.
Kun Peng had been sizing up the two of them. Unfortunately, his expression was not pity, but blatant mockery.
Feng Ning's eyes widened as she looked at Jie Yin and Zhunti. Her pretty face was filled with disbelief.
Oh my god.
Old Master had really calculated it.
Calculating the heavenly secrets and predicting the future, shouldn't this be the means of a Saint?
It was unbelievable!
"My fellow cultivator, I am Zhunti, the representative of the suffering creatures in the West. I see that you are kind-hearted, and I can't bear to see my senior brother and I unable to hear the Great Way of the Sages clearly.”
Cundi narrowed his eyes and moved closer to Feng Ning.
"You should give up your seat. How can a wet and armored person sit with me, the dignified Pangu orthodox sect?”Primordial added.
Zhunti was overjoyed and bowed to the Three Pure Ones.
"You can't hear the Great Dao?"
Feng Ning sat on the futon and shook her head.""What does it have to do with me whether you can hear the Great Dao or not? Otherwise, I think you should return to the west and cultivate in peace.”
" You!?"
Zhunti was stunned. Looking at Feng Ning who had no intention of giving up her seat, he almost vomited blood.
A little mixed-hair phoenix actually didn't give him face?
If it wasn't for the fact that they didn't dare to make a move in the Purple Cloud Palace, they would have attacked and killed Feng Ning.
"Humph!" Yuan Shi frowned. He was annoyed by Feng Ning's rudeness. He could only curse in his heart that the master was the mount.
Unfortunately, although he was dissatisfied, he was helpless.
Firstly, he did not dare to provoke Chen Yuan for the time being. If he were to be beaten up again, he did not want to suffer the karmic sinflames burning his divine soul. It was simply worse than death.
Secondly, fighting was not allowed in the Purple Cloud Palace. Otherwise, it would make the Dao Ancestor unhappy and the gains would not make up for the losses.
Seeing that Feng Ning completely ignored them, Jieyin and Zhunti couldn't stand it anymore.
He turned to look at the Kun Peng.
"The barbarians of the west dare to step into the Purple Cloud Palace of the east?”
Kun Peng was even more disdainful. He smiled at Feng Ning and mocked,""I think what Fellow Daoist Feng Ning said makes sense. I'm afraid that you can't hear the Great Dao clearly. Why don't you return to the west and cultivate in peace?”
This time, Kun Peng and Feng Ning reached a consensus.
Feng Ning was following Old Master's orders.
Kun Peng did not like Jieyin who was crying and was even more unwilling to give up his seat.
"Haha, Fellow Daoists, you should return to the West. The Purple Cloud Palace is where the Eastern Sage is located. It's not a place where the Western barbarians can stay.”
"You really don't have any shame. You're making a ruckus in the Purple Cloud Palace. It seems that all the western creatures are like this.”
"Yes, yes."
The mighty figures in the Purple Cloud Palace who were listening to the Dao mocked one after another.
In their opinion, it was a very interesting thing to beat up a dog when it was down.
Moreover, it was beneficial for them to have fewer people listening to the Sage's sermon.
Crippled.
This time, he really failed to steal a chicken and suffered a loss.
Zhunti's face turned red as he pointed at those guys who were mocking him. His eyelids twitched. If Jieyin hadn't pulled him back, he would have rushed up to fight for his life.
"Forget it, forget it. Junior Brother, don't fight for it.”Jieyin's face was full of pain. He pulled Zhunti, who still refused to accept his fate, and chose a desolate corner to sit on the ground.
"Lord Daofather has arrived!"
The boy struck the bell, and a figure flashed in the air. An old Daoist wearing a simple Daoist robe and holding a wooden cane appeared on the high platform.
"Greetings, Daofather!"
"Daofather, Myriad Blessings Golden Peace!"
"No need to be so polite."
Hongjun raised his hand, his expression ugly. He looked at Kunpeng and Feng Ning, then at Jieyin and Zhunti, who were sitting on the ground in the corner.
The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched. What was going on?
Something was wrong with the heavenly secrets?
The plot shouldn't be like this, right?
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