Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, and then stepped into the Shangqing Palace, which was thousands of years in the future.
Each futon is still placed in the same place...
The light on the futon is still flowing slightly.
but……
Many people will never go back.
Turtle spirit... Huan Xuan... Liu Yang...
Zhao Gongming looked at the futons left by his brothers who were wiped out in the catastrophe, and sighed.
Even though alive...
He looked back at Sanxiao and couldn't help but lower his head.
The turning point of the God-conferring Tribulation came from him.
Since his defeat, the great calamity has entered a period of violent outbreak.
Under the influence of cause and effect, the disciples of Jiejiao continued to participate in great catastrophes like moths to a flame.
Moreover, they are delivered one after another.
In the past, the great religion that thousands of immortals came to pay homage to was finally reduced to nothing.
Tens of thousands of fellow disciples perished, and tens of thousands of outer disciples were killed.
Countless people perished in ashes.
It also implicated hundreds of thousands of loose cultivators in the world and was affected by great catastrophes.
Shenzhou in the east, Luzhou in the north...
One by one, fellow Taoists have faced the calamity, and one by one the great powers of the past have perished.
Chaoge was destroyed, and the Yin-Shang tradition came to an end.
All of this, in Zhao Gongming's eyes, started from his blind actions!
Don’t listen to the sages’ decrees and don’t follow the teachers’ teachings.
Rely on your magical power and your spiritual treasure.
The result was that he himself perished and implicated countless others.
Even the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls, which were closely related to him and had been sacrificed and refined for countless years, became lamp-burning objects and were sacrificed and refined into the twenty-four heavens.
The foundation of one's own path becomes the further support for others!
Zhao Gongming raised his eyes and looked at the figure sitting on the futon.
The lonely saint, sitting alone on the futon.
The seven senior brothers who used to accompany him have disappeared.
Just like hundreds of futons in front of me.
The entire palace was cold and cold.
Zhao Gongming finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he knelt down with a plop, kowtowed and said, "Unfaithful and traitor Zhao Gongming, please pay homage to your mentor again after you have sinned!"
Sanxiao, who was following Zhao Gongming, also knelt down and kowtowed: "Unfaithful and rebellious disciple Yunxiao (Bixiao, Qiongxiao), you will be punished before you worship your mentor again!"
They worshiped in unison for three nights, their voices were like cuckoos weeping blood. They heard the canopy tremble, but they didn't know what to do. They could only kneel down and follow them, but they didn't dare to say a word.
"Get up!" I heard the saint say softly, and there was a force that lifted up the five people.
Wherever Zhao Gongming is willing to get up, he will kneel down again: "Teacher, I am guilty of serious sins. I am ashamed of my teacher, I am ashamed of my classmates, and I am guilty of intercepting the teaching!"
Yun Xiao also followed: "Teacher... Disciple Yun Xiao, the sin is even more serious... In the past, I ignored the teacher's laws and instructions, ignored the teacher's arrangements, relied on the teacher's favor, relied on the magical treasure, and didn't know the heights of the sky..."
Bixiao and Qiongxiao also lowered their heads and shed tears.
They all think of the fellow Taoists who perished in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, and the fellow disciples who perished one by one behind the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
Master Tongtian listened and flicked the Qingping Sword in his hand slightly.
The sound of the divine sword echoed throughout the Shangqing Palace.
The golden wheel of merit behind his head shook, and a mountain and sea map appeared, covering the palace of cause and effect.
In Yu Yu's sky, divine thunder surged, blocking the heavenly secrets in Biyou Palace.
The moment the Qingping sword sounded, Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao raised their heads.
Then they saw their mentor, whom they had not seen for a thousand years, standing up from the futon.
The figure of the saint came into view.
"The failure of the Fengshen Tribulation has nothing to do with you and others!" The teacher could only be heard saying: "If you want to talk about the failure of the Fengshen Tribulation, it is only because of my fault!"
"It's because I, as the leader, made a poor plan!"
"It's because I, as your teacher, have a poor plan!"
"What's more, as the leader of the Jie Cult, my plans are not secret!"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Tears welled up in Zhao Gongming's eyes one by one.
The teardrops gradually turned red.
Yunxiao wept secretly, Bixiao lowered his head, and Qiongxiao quietly clenched her fists.
All four of them felt that this was the teacher comforting them.
The guilt and guilt in my heart are even heavier!
Tianpeng was dumbfounded: "Is this Jiejiao?"
"Don't they all say that the saint who intercepts the teachings is aloof, cold, and unreasonable?"
"Don't they all say that if you intercept the leader of a religion and kill him decisively, you will be punished?"
Canopy feels like what he knew in the past is crumbling.
Jie Jiao is completely different from what he imagined!
Jie Jiao...seems to be very affectionate.
It is nothing like the legendary great religion, full of strife and intrigues, full of overt and covert struggles!
On the contrary, it made Tianpeng feel that it was somewhat similar to the sect in Dongsheng Shenzhou before he ascended.
The warmth of fellow students and the care of elders.
Even if you have shortcomings, you can be tolerant, and even if you do something wrong, you will be forgiven!
Then the saint said: "I am not trying to comfort you! I am not trying to comfort you!"
"But it is true!"
Then he saw the saint moving slowly into the main hall.
From the perspective of the canopy, we can only see what appears to be a majestic mountain standing in front of us, and what appears to be the stars in the sky shining one by one.
I suddenly felt that the mountains were standing tall, and I couldn't help but want to worship.
Tianpeng swallowed his saliva, plucked up the courage, and looked forward.
His eyes only saw a pair of eyes, filled with infinite wisdom, shining with countless mysteries, and seemed to be intertwined with thunder, electricity, and countless numbers and symbols.
Those eyes were clear and clear, yet high and empty.
In Tianpeng's perception, he heard the saint's emotion: "It was me who harmed you!"
"I can't help you, my teacher!"
Its sound is like thunder and its voice is like a dragon.
It is extremely sincere and tender, but it makes people listen to it with incomparable sadness. Even if Tianpeng has always been heartless, he can't help but his eyes are burning, and he wishes he could kneel in front of the saint's throne and serve diligently every day.
How could a saint be wrong?
impossible!
Why do saints admit their mistakes?
Please beg the saint!
How could you be wrong?
We can only be wrong...
It's us who are ignorant!
It's us who are so vulgar!
It is we who are extremely humble!
Tianpeng's Taoist mind suddenly had countless thoughts.
In an instant, he was almost overwhelmed by these thoughts, and everything from his soul to his Tao body was occupied by these thoughts.
This is the terrifying thing about facing the true form of the saint at close range!
It's just the pinnacle of Earthly Immortality, even with the blessing of the heavenly priesthood.
Even though the saint himself had no such intention.
However, in this Biyou Palace, in this saint's ashram, I can hear the saint's voice with my own ears and see the saint's true body with my own eyes.
Tianpeng's Taoist heart and soul are still impacted and infected.
Fortunately, the saint was compassionate and noticed the canopy.
The Qingping sword moved slightly, and a piece of green lotus fell into the canopy.
In a moment, Marshal Tianhe fell into a coma.
The leader of Tongtian didn't care about the canopy either.
He walked up to Zhao Gongming and looked at this disciple who had been guilty and guilty for thousands of years.
He looked at Sanxiao's appearance again.
Seeing the current appearance of these four disciples, he sighed, stretched out his hand, and brought these four disciples to him.
With a casual move, the four futons that had been lonely for thousands of years fell in front of the four people.
