"Come!" Li Yuan said to the guard outside the door: "Drag this man out, chop it up, give the head to the King of the Nest, and tell him to restrain himself!"

Not to mention that Li Yuanji smashed the seat after receiving the head, and threw the treasure jade with him. In the Hundred Years Hall of the Tianxian Palace, Jin Chanzi knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Master." Jin Chanzi said softly.

When Huang Junming saw that it was Jin Chanzi coming, he put away his heartache expression: "Oh, Jin Chanzi, you are here. What's the matter?"

Jin Chanzi thought carefully and asked cautiously: "Master, today, you asked me to take a bowl to the troubled Taoist to recognize my relatives. I understand. You said yesterday, but... you stirred in that bucket of water in the end, why did it freeze?" Jin Chanzi was young and couldn't bury his inner doubts.

Huang Junming laughed inwardly after hearing this: "Haha, Jin Cicada, do you remember the saltpeter I asked you to purify and grind yesterday?"

"Disciple, don't you say that it is something that makes five-color flames?" Jin Chanzi was full of questions and couldn't touch her head.

"That was yesterday when my teacher didn't expect that I forgot to tell you that as long as you place saltpeter in water, saltpeter absorbs the heat of water, so that the water temperature becomes lower and lower, and finally forms ice. If you are interested, you can try it."

"Oh, I understand. By the way, Master, what you just said you wanted to preach to everyone, but you are back on your own. I wonder when will you preach to everyone?" Jin Chanzi expressed his inner thoughts for the junior brothers.

To be honest, Huang Junming has been taking these disciples for so many days and rarely preaches. He always talks about some knowledge in classics, but Huang Junming just says it with his own understanding.

Huang Junming thought about it carefully and found that this was really the case. So he answered, "Jin Chan, I forgot to preach the next time I met my master, so I just proposed it. But do you really want to listen to my master's boring classics?"

Since Jin Chanzi entered the Taoist temple, she had never heard Huang Junming's preaching. She only heard other senior brothers, especially Ge Yanlin, dictated the Taoist sayings by Huang Junming. She felt that the Taoist classics explained by Huang Junming himself were much better than the chanting scriptures he did when he was a monk. But today, listening to Huang Junming's meaning, there were something more interesting than Taoist classics. I couldn't help but feel a little fascinated.

"Master, what do you want to say to everyone?" Jin Chanzi asked impatiently, as if he felt it was a bit inappropriate for him to be so urgent, and he carefully received it: "But the disciples will listen to whatever Master said."

Huang Junming couldn't hear Jin Chanzi's little thoughts, and smiled softly: "Haha, Jin Chan goes back and tells you the senior brothers, tomorrow at the octagonal platform, I will tell you about the ancient things in the fairy world, and let the news go out. Anyone who has the heart to the Tao can come and listen."

Jin Chanzi immediately jumped into the high place and showed joy on his face: "Master, is this true?"

Seeing that Jin Chanzi was still so innocent when she was in her teens, Huang Junming couldn't help but reflect on himself. When did Huang Junming have been like this, and wrote his expression on his face, but the cruel society was wiped out by only a thick mask.

"Golden Cicada, how old are you, and you are still like a monkey. Can the words you say to your master be fake? Go and tell you the senior brothers. It's time for you to rest when you are tired."

Jin Chanzi quietly stuck out his tongue and withdrew from the Hundred Years Palace.

"Have you heard it? Tomorrow the Immortal Master wants the Heavenly Immortal Palace to tell the secrets of the ancient fairy world!" Pilgrim A said to the people around him.

"You're getting this news too late!" Pilgrim Yi said disdainfully: "I also know that the immortal master was not good at magic. He was a civil servant who recorded major events in the immortal world. Naturally, he knew a lot of secrets in the immortal world! He was a civil servant! He had to be equal to the secretariat officials of our Tang Dynasty, right? But to be honest, even if the immortal master was not good at magic, his magic power was much stronger than our mortals!" Pilgrim Yi obviously thought of the magic that Huang Junming performed today.

"I didn't expect that our Bai Ding was also fortunate to hear the secrets of the fairy world. I had to go home and prepare well, take a shower," said Pilgrim B.

"Yes, go home!" The pilgrims responded.

Before the Tianxian Palace was built, the pilgrims dispersed before the sun was dark. The Taoist priests in charge of the reception couldn't help but feel a little confused.

At the same time, the entire Chang'an City was passed down by word of mouth by word. Huang Jun, who is about to tell the secrets of the immortal world in the Tianxian Palace tomorrow.

The next morning, Huang Junming had just finished washing up. After putting on his Taoist robe, he pushed open the door and was shocked. The entire square was filled with people, and futons were placed one after another under the high platform. Some well-known pilgrims sat on it, standing around the periphery, or pilgrims who came late or did not have their own futons.

The octagonal was raised high, and it was obviously divided into two groups. On one side, there were fewer people, which were Huang Junming's disciples and several Taoists in charge of the Tianxian Palace. On the other side, there were more people. Li Yuan was the first, and there were more than a dozen young men wearing royal robes sitting behind him. Li Yuan and his family came to listen to the story.

Everyone saw Huang Junming walk out of the room and give way out a small path. Huang Junming slowly walked on the high platform and sat on the purple gold cushion arranged on the Tai Chi diagram. Mingyue, who had recovered slightly, stood behind the left. Huang Junming couldn't help but think of Qingfeng again.

After secretly calming down, Huang Junming glanced at the disciples, the royal family and the pilgrims, and slowly spoke: "I will tell you about the secrets of the ancient immortal world today."

When everyone in the audience heard the sermons began, they couldn't help but sit up and stop talking.

"It is said that before the world was opened, there was something that didn't know what it was. It had no seven orifices. It was called Chaos. It looked like a pocket without a hole. It had two friends, one called Shu and the other called Hu. One day, Shu and Hu discussed digging the seven orifices for Dijiang, and Dijiang agreed. Shu and Hu spent seven days digging the seven orifices for Dijiang, but Dun died because of digging the seven orifices.

After Hun Dun died, the earliest three thousand Chaos Demon Gods appeared in his body. Each demon god implies a law of great way. This is what we usually call the Three Thousand Great Ways.

One of the three thousand demon gods is named Pangu, who is nine thousand feet tall, sleeping on the Chaos Green Lotus with a giant axe on his back, and the axe is named Kaitian.

One day, Pangu woke up from his deep sleep and saw that the world was in chaos, so he decided to open the sky. But the three thousand demon gods could not make him happy. He came to obstruct him. Pangu killed three thousand demon gods, and the three thousand great ways returned to the heavenly way. But Pangu also consumed most of his magic power...
Chapter completed!