The Way of the Holy King and the Way of the Great Sage were spoken one by one by Meng Chuan and engraved in the roots of heaven and earth.
Although there are countless sentient beings in both universes, those who can reach the status of saints are very rare. To become a saint king is already beyond the limits of living beings. Excluding Bibi Dong and the other three, the number of future saint kings can only be counted on both hands.
But there is a fundamental difference between having a road and walking without a road.
"The holy road has been opened, the holy way has been opened, I hope you can do it on your own."
Meng Hongjun said indifferently: "There is no end to the road, just like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."
"Only saints are eternal."
"We will definitely not disappoint the Taoist ancestors. We will work hard to cultivate and become a saint as soon as possible!"
Silver Dragon King stood up, saluted and said.
She can be said to be one of the most grateful to Meng Chuan among the three thousand destined people.
And her move immediately made other people shout that they had made a mistake. Why didn't she take such a good opportunity to perform by herself?
It’s not difficult to say that we live up to Taozu’s expectations!
"good."
Meng Hongjun nodded, and a ray of light flew out and entered the center of the Silver Dragon King's eyebrows.
"You restrained the soul beast clan from causing chaos, maintained the stability of the world, and made great contributions to the leader's expedition to the stars."
"Now I give you a holy classic. I hope you will practice it diligently and become a saint as soon as possible."
"Thank you Daozu for giving me the Dharma! I will definitely not let down Daozu or let down the leader's high hopes!"
The Silver Dragon King was overjoyed and gave a grand ceremony. She was almost intoxicated by just briefly comprehending the rhyme of the ancient scripture in the sea of consciousness.
I quickly thanked Meng Hongjun and mentioned Bibi Dong as well.
Everything here today illustrates one thing. The three members of the Zhetian Sect are the closest to the Taoist ancestors, and they all have seats in the Zixiao Palace.
Among them, the status of the leader is the most respected.
"No need to be polite." Meng Hongjun closed his eyes, his voice not wavering at all.
The Silver Dragon King returned to his seat. In the eyes of all living beings, his body was actually glowing, and there seemed to be a vague dragon roar coming out.
The eyebrows are even more dazzling, the great avenues of creation are condensed, and a small dragon is swimming.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the Silver Dragon King's aura exploded violently, reaching a new peak.
She killed it!
The aspirations and thoughts of the Silver Dragon King have always been clear and clear. Now there is a path to heaven and earth, and the Taoist ancestors have given him the Dharma.
Enlightened once!
It's just that it's located in the Zixiao Palace, where countless calamities are unavailable, so the Heavenly Tribulation of Killing Dao cannot come.
Meng Hongjun engraved the method of cultivating the body, so naturally he would not forget such a key thing as the catastrophe.
After the Silver Dragon King broke through, he quickly restrained his aura. The commotion in the Zixiao Palace just now was an overstep.
After successfully cutting the path, the Silver Dragon King was naturally deeply grateful to Meng Hongjun.
Naturally, others were envious of the Silver Dragon King. Daozu personally gave him the magic!
How can this kind of treatment not make people jealous!
If I had been the first to stand up just now, I might have been the one who received the Dharma!
This is the thought that comes to everyone's mind.
"We have heard of the holy way, but we have no way to become a saint. Please have mercy on us, the Taoist ancestor!"
A creature with a strange appearance, obviously an alien, stood up and begged the Taoist Patriarch to ask Meng Hongjun to give him the method of becoming a saint.
Meng Hongjun didn't move his eyelids and just said calmly:
"I have opened the holy way, and the method of sanctification has long been engraved in heaven and earth."
"The Zhetian Sect will also pass down the method of becoming a saint, so you don't have to be impatient."
Hearing Daozu's words, the three thousand people who were destined were startled, and they all understood the meaning of these words.
I hope you are talented enough to understand the method of becoming a saint from heaven and earth.
If you want, just wait for the Zhetian Sect to give you the method.
The Silver Dragon King happened to be lucky, and he didn't take care of her specially, but Meng Hongjun needed a role model. Whoever stood up and spoke just now would get a Bible.
This makes some people feel dissatisfied. The Zhetian Sect simply controls the destiny of every monk who aspires to the holy position!
If the Zhetian Sect wants to rule the world, they can use the method of sanctification to strangle every monk by the throat!
They temporarily ignored that Bibi Dong could do these things without the need for sanctification.
This is the complexity of life, and the human heart is unpredictable.
Of course, no one dares to protest or express dissatisfaction here, they all just silently agree.
Meng Hongjun naturally ignored the thoughts of the following people. He said that since he felt that he should do this, he was helping Bibi Dong.
It is also because the identity of Dao Ancestor has such a mission.
What's more, what is manifested in this world can be said to be that of a heifer flying on a plane - a sage state in which cows are compared to the heavens.
But for the full version of this system, it means nothing.
Bibi Dong also knew that these destined people were worried that she would use the method of sanctification to make a fuss.
But what kind of article is it worth for her to write just a little bit of the saint's method?
It’s not the method of the Hunyuan Sage!
She has long been preparing to spread the holy scriptures.
"Heifu, Yue Mingshang." Meng Hongjun spoke again.
"Disciple is here." They both stood up at the same time.
"You two are destined saints. Remember to assist the leader well."
"Disciple, I obey!" The two of them were very excited.
Bibi Dong rolled her eyes when she heard this, but she was sitting in front of everyone and no one could see her.
"What kind of saint is destined to be a saint? I think he is destined to work hard!" Bibi Dong despised the emperor in her heart. She knew that this was when the emperor began to assign tasks.
"Bibi Dong." Meng Hongjun shouted to Bibi Dong again.
Bibi Dong stood up, pouted and said, "Disciple is here."
Meng Hongjun ignored Bibi Dong's little move, what happened to working overtime? Emperor Fei Peng works overtime every day, doesn't he live a happy life?
"From now on, world affairs will be handled by you, as always."
"oh!"
Three thousand people who were destined to watch this scene, although they were curious about why Bibi Dong responded so coldly to Daozu, they just thought that the two had a deep relationship between master and disciple.
What worries them even more is what Daozu said about being a saint that day!
"Three futons, three destined saints?"
This is an obvious thing, which makes some people even more jealous.
The method of becoming a saint obtained by the Silver Dragon King is only a method, but this seat is the ticket to the saint realm!
How can this not make people envious and jealous?
Of course, there are some people who see clearly that they are disciples of Taoist ancestors. Even if they don't have these futons, isn't it enough to become a saint?
"Okay, let's disperse."
"If the world does not change from now on, Hongjun will not come out."
After Meng Hongjun finished speaking, he disappeared directly on the high platform.
The sofa is calling him, waiting for his favor.
Under the leadership of Bibi Dong, everyone respectfully sent the Taoist ancestor off, and then Bibi Dong told everyone to come to me in three days to receive the Holy Dharma, and these people were kicked out of Zixiao Palace.
The more Bibi Dong thought about it, the angrier she became. There would no longer be a free and beautiful girl Bibi Dong. She was going to torture Meng Hongjun.
Returning to the outside world again, I looked back and saw that there was no Zixiao Palace, it had already escaped to the underworld.
"Is this the end?" Tang San was stunned.
"Otherwise? I have to hear the method of becoming a saint. Is there anything that's not enough?" Tang Hao said carelessly.
Their whole family has entered Zixiao Palace, and they are very impressive.
"I thought that Dao Ancestor would specially meet me..." I am from another world, right? The leader of the religion has also guided me.
Before coming to Zixiao Palace, Tang San did have the thought that he might be looked at differently by Tao Ancestor.
Ah Yin touched Tang San's forehead with one hand, wanting to see if his son had a fever.
"Son, that's the Taoist ancestor. What are you thinking about?" Tang Hao said doubtfully: "The Taoist ancestor can pass down the great sage's method, at least it surpasses the great sage! We are the most powerful."
Tang San was silent for a while, then smiled, "Yes, that's the Tao Ancestor."
Tang San now also felt that he might be confused, that he was just a young man with some good talents.
But why does he always have a feeling that he should be a little special?
Tang San smiled silently, feeling that his head might be broken, or that he might have some confusion when facing the Zhandao Tianguan.