Xin Han used the means of spreading the Dharma from the prehistoric world to the sea of ​​consciousness directly. When Zhang Sanfeng, Wuyazi, and these Taoist sect masters knew that the Taoist ancestor Hongjun and the Sanqing ancestors in this world were really there, the expressions on their faces were so wonderful.

When Xin Han told them that he was now a guest in Zixiao Palace, a disciple of the Taoist ancestor, and a junior brother of the Sanqing, Wuyazi was not calm: "That's what I think, should I call you a disciple or a ancestor?"

Everyone laughed when they said one sentence, but Tianshan Tonglao said domineeringly: "Senior Brother, you will never be able to see it all your life. Is it still the head of my Xiaoyao Sect? Isn't it that my Xiaoyao Sect is the pursuit of Taoism and naturalness, free and easy, no matter how capable you are, I am still not your disciple!"

Li Shuwen also agreed with this. Although he was just Xin Han’s martial arts master, he had too many apprentices now, and this domineering old man was also a little guilty.

Xin Han smiled and said to Wuyazi and Li Shuwen: "Master, don't worry, Xin Han dare not forget the principle of being a teacher for one day and being a father for life. No matter when it comes, I will still be the one Xin boy who has been taught by you personally!"

As soon as he said this, Li Shuwen and Xiaoyao felt relieved, and the others nodded secretly. No matter how strong the person is, he must not forget his roots.

Of course, Xin Han also has a master, Yue Buqun, who is the Xiaonao Plane. However, that master is too thoughtful and it is really not easy to cultivate immortals. Otherwise, it is better to give him some benefits in the future to prolong his life.

Next, Xin Han arranged a residence for everyone. Of course, his wives wanted to live in the inner house of the Changsheng Palace, but the masters were unwilling to live in the Changsheng Palace.

Seeing that the Huaguo Mountain is beautiful, they all wanted to choose to build a house in the nearby mountains.

Xin Han did not object, so he went with them. As long as Qinglin and Huangcai were around the Palace of Changsheng, he would not be afraid of the harassment of the prehistoric beasts.

After settled everyone, Xin Han began to go into seclusion and sort out what he learned in Zixiao Palace. This time, Hongjun preached that all-inclusiveness includes all-inclusiveness, alchemy, weapon refining, cultivation methods, soul, physical body, everything, everything, everything, and the amount of information is too large. Even the Daluo Jinxian needs to sort it out carefully before he can slowly absorb and utilize it.

After Xin Han was in seclusion, he took out No. 4 first. Hongjun preached for three thousand years. This transformed steel was recorded throughout the whole process. I don’t know how much memory the mechanical life has. Can it be recorded for three thousand years for so long.

As soon as he started the play mode of No. 4, he saw a "bang" sound, and the big apple that No. 4 became exploded directly, and white smoke was blew out.

The Decepticon No. 4 was also blown up and screamed. Fortunately, as long as the Transformers is enough, they will have a repair system.

Xin Han made out a set of energy conversion devices that Lao Huo gave him, and took out a spirit crystal stone to convert energy to No. 4. After a while, the energy supply was sufficient, No. 4 slowly repaired his injuries.

Seeing that No. 4 was almost done, he asked directly what was going on. No. 4 said he didn't know that the recording was recorded, but he just couldn't play it out. He exploded as soon as he played it.

Xin Han could guess what was going on when he saw this. The wonderful sound of the Great Dao that Hongjun talked about was not recorded at all. He could only record how many were recorded during preaching. Even though No. 4 was recorded, it would become like this when it was played.

He understood the cause and effect, but could not admit that his order was wrong, so he said disdainfully: "I have the Decepticon. I used to have the face to call sound waves. I can't help you record a sound. I have to save you as my master. I am really useless!"

Sungbo admitted his mistakes repeatedly, and Xin Han snorted coldly: "Forget it this time, let's make up for the merits in the future!"

After putting away No. 4, Xin Han began to enter into meditation and sort out the wonderful sounds of the great way that he had learned from listening to the Tao in his mind, and sorted them out one by one.

This retreat took three years, and I finally sorted out the things in my mind, but it was still impossible to integrate them. This needs to be digested slowly.

Three years later, a sudden pressure came within the Huaguo Mountain Realm, and then a sound that was as ethereal as if it were a bell, but as if it was nine heavens, spread throughout the Huaguo Mountain Realm.

"I am the real person of Changsheng. Three days later, I will teach you the wonderful Zixiao Dharma, the innate way, and all living beings who open their spiritual wisdom to Huaguo Mountain can come and listen to the sermon!"

After the sound, the pressure dissipated. Within the thousands of miles of Huaguo Mountain covered by the dragon vein array, countless creatures with wisdom opened their heads and looked towards the direction of the Changsheng Palace, with an excited light flashing in their eyes.

On Huaguo Mountain, the masters of Tongtian Pavilion stopped practicing in their thatched cottages. During these three years, they felt that their so-called martial arts methods had completely wasted the cultivation environment of the prehistoric world, and the endless spiritual energy made them not know how to fully utilize it.

So when Xin Han was about to start preaching, they were all happy. They believed that Xin Han, who was also a martial arts practitioner, would definitely point them out a bright road.

The reason why Xin Han wanted to preach was that this was the fate of Zixiaoke. This was just like Pangu had to open up the sky, Nuwa was determined to create a human being, and Hongjun could not escape the fate of emanating the Tao. Any disciple who listened to Taoism in Zixiao Palace must preach the wonderful methods understood from the Tao ancestors, so that more creatures who opened their wisdom had the opportunity to embark on the road of cultivation.

This is also the way of practicing the Three Thousand Guests. Not only Xin Han, but also the Three Pure Ones in Kunlun Temple have not yet established a teaching, so they are also speaking.

Nuwa and Fuxi on Mount Buzhou also taught the wonderful methods of the great way.

Even the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, although they had learned very little, they also taught the method of purifying bloodlines to the clan members.

In fact, preaching is of great benefit to practitioners. It not only gathers the faith of sentient beings, but also accumulates merits and speeds up the practice. Therefore, Xin Han is imperative this time.

Xin Han left the quiet room, Qinglin and Huang Cai had already been waiting in front of the door, and their wives rushed over.

Xin Han led everyone out of the Palace of Changsheng, looked at the Wanren cliff not far from the temple, and with a wave of his hand, a white jade step appeared out of thin air, leading to the foot of the mountain. A quarter of an hour later, a white jade step appeared in front of everyone.

Hongjun**, Taoist chanting is fate, and Xin Han is the same. Although he said that all living beings who open up their wisdom can come to listen to the sermon, they still have to pass the test.

When others go to Zixiao Palace and enter Chaos, they have to go through the test of the chaotic air flow and the test of the qi outside the sky. Xin Han’s white jade step is his test. The law is not passed on lightly. The creatures who come to listen to the Tao can have low qualifications and be ignorant, but they must have a firm heart of Tao, otherwise it is better not to pass on it.
Chapter completed!