Chapter 216: The Battle of the Futon

The Jinqiao kept going back and forth, and the three Qing Dynasties were able to gather together. What surprised Qi was that he actually saw Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi on the Jinqiao.

The two chatted and laughed together on the Jinqiao, attracting countless envious glances, but not many jealous ones. Most of the people in the audience had a history with Hongyun.

Their exchanges were so extensive that people couldn't help but sigh, but it was a pity that most of them were casual acquaintances, and the only one who could trust them with their lives was Zhen Yuanzi.

Compared with the people he interacts with, one person is too few, but compared with the people in the wilderness, one person is enough.

While everyone was busy socializing, the sound of bells and drums rang in the sky, attracting everyone's attention, and the door of Zixiao Palace slowly opened under everyone's gaze.

As the door opened, they saw a cloud gathering in front of everyone's eyes. On top of it lay a man, singing to everyone:

"Lying high on nine layers of clouds, the truth is revealed on a futon. Beyond the black and yellow sky and earth, I shall be the leader of the teachings."

After he finished singing the poem, the Taoist turned around and said to everyone in the audience:

"All of you who are destined to be here have been waiting for a long time. Now the lecture has begun. Please take your seats."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. When he saw him again, he was already on the futon where he was preaching in Zixiao Palace.

Everyone immediately filed in and rushed towards Zixiao Palace. But after everyone entered, they saw only six futons, located at the front of the hall, closest to the pulpit.

Looking at the countless distinguished people in the field, everyone hesitated and looked at each other.

There are only six futons in the main hall, so naturally they are of great significance. If you can get one, there must be many benefits that ordinary people cannot get.

However, Great Master Hongjun has been promoting immortality for a long time, and everyone naturally knows the significance of the six futons under his sect. Everyone has many guesses about this, so they are a little hesitant.

Everyone has arrived, but no one has moved up to the futon, sitting or lying down. Hongjun closed his eyes and meditated on the stage, as if he had never seen everyone gathered.

Previously, he announced the start of the sermon, but now he was not allowed to preach. Everyone knew that they were waiting for the futon to be filled.

Everyone in the field was greatly moved, but they did not dare to speak easily to urge them. Then one person changed his mind and said:

"The Great God of the Sanqing Dynasty belongs to Pangu's authentic sect. He inherits the merits of the Great God Pangu. He is a noble and virtuous man, so he should be seated."

Everyone understood his thoughts instantly, and someone immediately echoed:

"If this is the case, Sanqing is famous far and wide. There should be one. Apart from others, if there are outsiders sitting on it, how can it convince everyone?"

"That's it, that's it. Three fellow Taoists, you are blessed by the Great God Pangu. If you don't take a seat, wouldn't it be rude to us! Please take a seat quickly."

In the face of everyone's advice, Taoist Taoist Taiqing did not speak. He just stood there blankly with his eyebrows lowered, as if he had not heard anything.

Taoist Yuqing Yuanshi frowned and wanted to scold him, but he seemed to realize what the occasion was, so he could only hold back without saying a word, but his face was ashen, showing his attitude.

The only exception was Taoist Master Shangqing Lingbao. Instead of being angry, he raised his head slightly, looked around at everyone with a frivolous look, and said:

"You see that this place is extraordinary, but you are willing to give up the opportunity to others. What is the reason for this?"

"What's more, although some of us in the Sanqing Dynasty call it the Pangu Authentic Sect, they are only flattered by outsiders who have good intentions. How can we inherit the great merits of the great gods? You are exaggerating."

"Furthermore, we three brothers are said to be noble, but who among the people in the field is not innately sacred and equal to the Tao, so how can we not be noble? This statement puts us in an unjust place. This seat, We definitely can’t take it, so you should find someone else.”

But an innate saint stood up and said with a smile:

"The Heavenly King of the Supreme Purity Lingbao has many worries. The great god said that setting up this seat alone must be of great significance."

"Although we are all innately sacred, the name of Sanqing is too insignificant to be worthy of being seated."

"But since the Heavenly King is not willing, how about the Heavenly King recommending him? I believe that with the respect of the Three Pure Ones, the person recommended will surely be able to convince everyone."

When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment and frowned, but then suddenly realized that they wanted Sanqing to find the scapegoat.

With Sanqing's character, how could he do such a dirty thing? If he really recommended him, he would be really putting himself in a place of injustice.

That Taoist was quite quick-witted. As soon as he said these words, Sanqing all looked ugly, and Taoist Shangqing Lingbao even had a sharp look in his eyes. I think some disputes would arise after this matter was mentioned.

Taoist Taoist Taiqing was silent for a moment and then said:

"Second brother, third brother, since everyone has recommended you and we can't postpone it, let's just take a seat."

After that, he ignored everyone and took the lead to walk to the first futon from the left, sat down on it, closed his eyes and concentrated, without saying a word.

Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao didn't know what to say when they saw their brother like this. They looked at each other and sat down together under Daode Taoist.

At this time, half of the six seats were filled, and three of them were full. The remaining three seats became a problem for everyone, and they couldn't help but start looking for the next person to sit in the crowd.

While everyone was hesitating, someone turned their attention to the five Qi people and was about to speak when they suddenly saw a flash of light and someone was already sitting in it.

The man was wearing a gold-collared robe and looked extremely handsome. Before anyone could react, he had already sat down on the futon.

This person was Kunpeng, who had been scolded in the hearts of countless people for his previous wild behavior.

But now that they saw him take the seat, they no longer had any thoughts, but were very happy. However, they began to despise him in their hearts.

Knowing that this seat might have another meaning, he still took the initiative to abandon his dignity as a congenital sacred person. This is undoubtedly shameful to associate with.

But since there was another seat, they didn't want to say much, but continued to look around the people in the field and choose the next target.

The matter of the Heavenly Court was big, and they didn't want to offend until the last moment, so someone cast his eyes on Hongyun and said:

"Brother Hongyun, you have countless friends in the field. The one who gets this seat must be someone who can convince everyone. You have a bond with the prehistoric world and Guangsha's kindness, which makes everyone admire you. If you don't take the seat, wouldn't it be trapping others in injustice?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhen Yuanzi instantly glared at him, and countless unfriendly eyes in the field gathered on that person.

But the only person who spoke up to help Hongyun was Zhen Yuanzi, and there was silence outside.

I only heard Zhen Yuanzi say:

"Hongyun has a bond with Honghuang, but because of this, he cannot take a seat."

"If he takes this seat, wouldn't it be unfair to him? Friends are still standing, how can he take a seat."

The other friends were about to speak for Hongyun, but they saw the person who recommended Hongyun just now said:

"Daoyou Zhen Yuanzi is right, but Daoyou Hongyun is so righteous that many gods are his friends. If he doesn't take a seat, wouldn't it be selfish and put the gods in an unfair position?"

"One person and many people, which is more important, Daoyou Hongyun, I hope you can weigh it yourself."

"I am talking about this, but it is just for Daoyou. Since Daoyou doesn't want to say it clearly, how can I put Daoyou in an unfair position?"

The person who spoke was not acquainted with Hongyun, and said this, but he was just pretending to let him take a seat. When Zhen Yuanzi heard it, he exclaimed in his heart, it's bad.

Just as he was about to continue to defend Hongyun, he was stopped by Hongyun, who said:

"Although this person has bad intentions, what he said is not groundless. I, Hongyun, like to make friends, so how can I put them in an unjust situation? I will take this seat."

"But this fellow Taoist has such a dirty mind that he has tarnished the friendship between me and my fellow Taoists. After this sermon, I'm afraid you should be more careful."

After saying that, he snorted coldly, and then walked straight to Kunpeng's side and sat down.

Many people in the field stared at the person who spoke with anger, and Zhenyuanzi's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Hongyun's words were undoubtedly intended to kill him halfway after he finished speaking, and his many friends would definitely not refuse.

After all, Hongyun was willing to take the initiative to sit down for the sake of the righteousness of everyone. Although he was a well-known good man in the prehistoric world, he was definitely not a soft persimmon that could be manipulated by anyone.

If someone makes a fuss, it means karma has been established. Hongyun will not show mercy when it comes to settling accounts.

The man did not dare to speak when he saw that he had angered everyone, but it was impossible for him to give up the opportunity to preach. He could only hide in the crowd in a few flashes.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain in the end. The number of Hongyun's friends was beyond his imagination.

Perhaps they would stand aside and watch Hongyun's affairs for the sake of interests and other reasons, but if Hongyun invited them to kill someone, they would definitely not refuse.

As Hongyun took his seat, there was only one empty cushion in the Zixiao Palace, waiting for the next person to take his seat.

As everyone was about to continue the nomination, they heard a noisy sound coming from outside the hall. The twelve witch ancestors had arrived.

When they arrived, it seemed as if no one was around. They teased and played with each other, treating the gods as nothing.

Such a bohemian act naturally made the gods frown, but seeing that they were fierce and not easy to provoke, they did not dare to say anything.

Seeing that there was still an empty seat, Zhu Rong smiled at Gong Gong:

"Look, I said I was not late, but there is still an empty seat, right? It's just that you are impatient, but you can't accomplish anything. Why are you so impatient?"

Gong Gong was a little angry, and was about to quarrel with Zhu Rong, but he saw Zhu Rong turned to Xuan Ming and said:

"Sister Xuan Ming, there is still a seat, you and Sister Hou Tu discuss who will sit, just feel free to choose boldly, don't worry about those bird gods, with my brother here, they can't make any waves."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the gods darkened instantly, but then they looked strange and kept silent.

But they were still hesitating about who to nominate before, and now that a fool bumped into him, that would be the best, and it would also save them from offending those strong men.

Zhu Rong wanted to continue talking, but Xuan Ming gently pulled his sleeve and pointed to the side with a smile in his eyes.

Zhu Rong looked back and saw Qi and the other five beside him, while Taiyi was staring at him with a dark complexion.

The sudden scene almost startled Zhu Rong to jump up. There were too many innate gods in the field, and the aura was complicated. He had never noticed that these five emperors were actually present.

Di Jun and Taiyi were both three-legged golden crows, which just happened to be in line with Zhu Rong's words about bird gods. The distance between the two was so close that it was difficult for Di Jun and Taiyi to convince themselves that Zhu Rong did it unintentionally.

Di Jiang looked around and saw that the gods had strange attitudes. He felt that there might be something fishy about this seat. Seeing that Zhu Rong was careless and offended people everywhere, he could not help but slap him on the head and said:

"You fool, you don't think before you speak. Shut up. If I hear another word, I will beat you into a cushion for the two sisters to rest."

After scolding Zhu Rong, Di Jiang turned to Di Jun and Taiyi and said:

"My brother has a fiery personality, a rough temper, and most of his unintentional remarks. I hope your five majesties will not blame you. This place is special. After I leave, I will take him to heaven to apologize in person."

Di Jun and Tai Yi's expressions became better, and they spoke:

"Ancestral Witch Dijiang doesn't have to be like this. We all know that he was just talking for a moment and didn't care about it."

"It's just that this place is extraordinary. I still hope that I can discipline my brother's temper a little more, so as not to attract enemies in vain."

"Although the ancestral witch has extraordinary strength and is connected with the same spirit, there are still many disciples of the witch clan under him, so we still need to think more about them."

When Di Jiang heard Di Jun's words, he realized what kind of disaster Zhu Rong had almost caused, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that Di Jun really didn't care, he felt relieved and said:

"Thank you to the Emperor of Heaven for your teachings. When I go back, I will discipline him more to avoid causing trouble and implicating my clan members."

"Well, I hope so."

Seeing that Di Jiang's attitude was sincere, Emperor Jun didn't bother to worry about it anymore. He withdrew his gaze and continued to wait for those people to recommend people to the seats.

Nowadays, there are many soldiers in heaven, and their power is unparalleled. Unless there are people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for others to complete the preaching, they will not be involved here.

Moreover, Kunpeng had already taken his seat, so even if there were really people who were not afraid of death, they would still have reasons to evade and wait until the sermon was given before settling the matter.

Seeing that everyone in the venue has never been distinguished, the ancestral witches also did not take their seats because of Di Jiang's secret stop. Outsiders did not dare to provoke them, but they became the only ones in the venue who did not need to worry. And they are happy and comfortable.

When the atmosphere became increasingly weird, everyone was silent, but Nuwa suddenly walked to the last futon and sat cross-legged.

This sudden move immediately surprised everyone, and Qi and everyone were even more interrupted by this sudden incident.

Qi couldn't help but ask:

"Nu Wa, why are you sitting down? This matter has nothing to do with my heavenly court."

Fuxi found it even more difficult to accept, and even suspected that she was being secretly coerced. Unfortunately, before she could speak, Nuwa interrupted her.

Just listen to Nuwa say:

"I have my own considerations regarding these matters. I pray, brother, there is no need to worry, and Taoist friend Taijun of Dijun does not need to be confused. I will explain this matter later."

Everyone had no choice but to let it go. Hongjun on the Taoist platform finally smiled and said:

"The time has come, close the palace door."

Haotian and Yaochi immediately began to push the gate of Zixiao Palace, but at the last moment before closing it, they heard a voice from a distance shouting:

"Wait!"