Kong Xuan was about to step forward and pull up the tree when he heard the demon say, "When you're a person, you should leave a way out for others, which is also leaving a way out for yourself. Don't pull it up like that, and bring the surrounding soil with you, so you don't have to replant it when you get home."
Kong Xuan was speechless...
"Let's go find a banana tree."
And so the two unscrupulous Taoist priests began another round of wandering.
"Master, I see it, it's on the cliff."
The Monkey King: "Damn it, who said banana trees grow in caves? If I find out, I'll beat him to a pulp."
The two then pulled up a banana tree, saying they would take it back to use as a fan when it got hot.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.
The Purple Cloud Palace remains the same, only the three rows of seats have been replaced by two. Perhaps it's because the cultivators, like those in a marketplace, are so noisy and disruptive that they've annoyed the powerful figure, so this time they're all standing, as is expected.
Penglai Island, Heaven and Earth Palace.
"Xuan'er, Hongjun is giving a sermon again. Go and listen to his sermon. You can also see your third junior brother."
"Master, I'm going now, but who is my third junior brother? I didn't know you took on a disciple."
"Oh, right, your junior brother's name is 'Hongyun'. Go and talk to him and try to build a relationship with him. Don't let him be so foolish. We can't afford to lose face like that. Just don't call him junior brother. Now is not the time."
"Xuan'er understands, Master."
When Kong Xuan arrived at Zixiao Palace, Hongjun had already begun his sermon. Kong Xuan used his magic to create a wall of energy, and wherever he passed, the immortals automatically parted. Kong Xuan smoothly walked to the front and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late." Then he sat down, but before he was even settled, he exclaimed, "Ah, senior, it's you!"
Hongjun stopped and said, "Young friend, what brings you here?"
Kong Xuan quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "Heavenly Venerable, I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Please don't take offense."
Hongjun chuckled and began to preach again. The sage's preaching was indeed extraordinary; colorful clouds appeared in the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth—a truly beautiful and magnificent sight.
As Kong Xuan listened, he finally realized how effective the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was in teaching his disciples, and he fell asleep.
Millions of immortals are collectively frustrated... This guy is really powerful. You were late for the Dao Ancestor's sermon, and to make matters worse, you repeatedly disturbed the holy procession. Oh, fine, the sage was sermon, and you, you, you actually fell asleep. If you're going to sleep, at least don't snore.
Not to mention the lesser immortals below, even those powerful figures are feeling frustrated right now.
Well, now that Kong Xuan has caused such a commotion in Zixiao Palace, no one is paying attention anymore. They're all just wondering if this guy will be punished and who this guy is.
In his dream, Kong Xuan also felt something was off. When he woke up, he saw that so many people were looking at him. He immediately shouted, "What are you looking at? I've never seen such a handsome person before!"
The immortals were utterly speechless.
As for our Ancestor Hongjun, he stopped preaching and just looked at Kong Xuan with a smile, thinking to himself, "This child is truly lovable, pure and innocent. He is already at the peak of Quasi-Saint, and I'm afraid he will become a Saint on the spot when the opportunity comes."
Before the Dao Ancestor could speak, those who wanted to curry favor with him spoke up. Zhunti stepped forward from the crowd and said, "Where did you come from, Daoist? How dare you be so unruly! This is Zixiao Palace, the Daoist temple of Hongjun Ancestor. How can you be allowed to make such a ruckus here?"
Jehovah also spoke up, saying, “Brother Zhunti is right. This is the palace of a saint. Why are you still making such a fuss? Why don’t you go down? Do you want us to drive you away?”
They waited for a long time but no one spoke. Dao Zu also remained silent, only smiling as he looked at Kong Xuan. The more he looked at Kong Xuan, the more pleasing he became. He wished he could immediately take him as a disciple and pass on his magic treasures. However, he didn't know if Kong Xuan would be willing. Judging from Kong Xuan's cultivation level, it seemed unlikely that he would become a disciple without a master. Oh well, if fate allows, he will become a disciple.
Seeing that no one paid him any attention, the immortals burst into laughter. Have you ever seen how magnificent it is to see a million people laughing together?
Seeing that no one paid them any attention, and hearing the jeers of the immortals, Zhunti and Jehovah felt utterly humiliated. Zhunti grabbed his Seven Treasures Tree and was about to attack when Jieyin stopped him. Jehovah, however, was not so lucky. He was furious and shouted, "Wuna Daoist, take my sword!" With that, a sword appeared in his hand and slashed at Kong Xuan.
Who do you think this Jehovah is? He is also a quasi-saint.
As Jehovah attacked, Kong Xuan casually waved his sleeve, his nonchalant demeanor instantly captivating countless young girls, including Xuan Ming. Xuan Ming's face flushed pink, her eyes gleaming like peaches, as she gazed intently at Kong Xuan, her deep affection and melancholy almost unbearable.
Seeing that he could not harm Kong Xuan, Jehovah became anxious and revealed his true form. A giant about a hundred feet tall floated in the air, ten pairs of wings slowly flapping behind him. He shouted, "God says you are guilty, heretic, accept the judgment of light, Holy Sword of Light!" Instantly, countless sword arrows formed from light elements rained down on Kong Xuan. Kong Xuan, facing such power, stood up and slowly floated into the air. A golden light protected his entire body, and a lotus platform appeared beneath his feet. Indeed, it was the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit. Kong Xuan stood still, letting the thousands of light swords shoot at him. The countless light swords shattered upon contact, breaking into countless strands in the air, a beautiful sight.
The moment the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit appeared, its magnificent yet auspicious aura captivated and drove countless people mad. If it weren't for the fact that it was in a saint's palace, they would have rushed forward to snatch it up.
Hongjun Laozu looked at Jehovah and waved his hand. A black hole appeared above Jehovah's head, emitting an immense suction force. Jehovah could not hold on to himself and was sucked into it, disappearing from sight.
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