The realm of the madman of Chu in Taoism is too high.
Especially since he was in retreat for three years, he has studied the emperor's scriptures, and now he has a high level of understanding of Taoism, and I am afraid that he is not far behind the saint.
After realizing this, Madman Chu suddenly came up with an idea, what if he talks with the saint now? ?
Long ago, he had the idea of discussing the Tao with the saint.
But there has been no chance.
And now, this opportunity lies in front of him.
"Wait." The Madman Chu took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse in his heart. It was not that he had shy away, but that the saint was preaching now. It would be a bit of a loss of courtesy to talk about it rashly.
Thinking of this, the Madman Chu held the Kunwu Sword in his arms. He no longer listened to the preaching of the saint, but instead realized the mystery of the sword soul.
This is more useful to him than listening to the saints.
…………
Time passed, and three days passed in no time.
The preaching of the saint has also come to an end.
Everyone gradually recovered from the saint’s way, each of them looked like they had benefited a lot, even the supreme.
"I'm waiting, thank you Saint!"
A Supreme Supreme got up, bowed and saluted.
"I'm waiting, thank you Saint!"
The rest of the people also stood up and saluteed, thank you very much.
The white-browed saint smiled faintly. After this preaching, he gained some merits. Although it is not very useful for the precious body of merit, but the accumulation of less is more, the small mosquito is meat.
"This preaching is over here, if you have any doubts, please feel free to mention it." The Saint White Eyebrow said lightly.
The monks' eyes lit up, seized the opportunity, and quickly raised the doubts in their hearts one by one, all of which were answered by the saints.
"Sage, this world is a world of great controversy, in your opinion, who is the most hopeful in this world to win the throne?" Ao Cang suddenly asked.
As soon as this problem came up, many people came to be interested.
The white-browed saint did not answer directly, and said indifferently: "This is a secret. It is not for me to figure it out."
"How long does the saint think it will take before the emperor again?"
This time Yuan Hong asked.
"This world of great controversy is a change that has never been seen in the past, and the great road manifests, but to become an emperor requires all kinds of tempering, as short as a hundred years, as long as thousands of years are possible." The white-browed saint said with frown.
He didn't become an emperor, the ghost knew how long it would take for someone to become an emperor.
"Sage, I heard that the heart ladder in front of your palace can test the Taoism of the monks, but now the heart ladder has collapsed. Do you think the Taoism of the madman of Chu can be compared with the ancient emperor?"
Wuchenzi glanced at Madman Chu, and then asked.
The corners of the white-browed sage's mouth twitched slightly, and he knew that the heart ladder was destroyed.
Regarding the madman Chu's Dao Xin, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to determine whether the other party's Dao Xin could really be compared with the ancient emperor.
After all, this matter is too incredible, but if you don’t know it, wouldn’t it be ashamed of your saint.
How come these little guys keep asking things they don’t know.
The white-browed saint suddenly thought of something, his eyes were deep, and pretending to be mysterious, he said: "Don't say, don't say."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone looked at each other, a little confused, don’t tell, what does this mean?
Everyone is very curious, but the saints don’t say, even if they are so curious that they are crawling, they can’t know.
"Sage, I have been trapped in the Venerable Realm for two thousand years. How can I break through?" At this moment, a Venerable suddenly asked.
Although this question is still difficult, he still knows a little bit compared to the previous questions that the saints did not know.
preached for three days, and the question and answer took two days.
Saint Baimei felt that the time was about to come, so he set his eyes on Madman Chu with a little curiosity in his eyes.
Because from the beginning to the end, the other party has been sitting there, neither listening to him nor asking him questions, but always holding his sword.
The whole person is like a sculpture, motionless.
The white-browed saints doubted what the other party was doing.
Not only is the saint, the others have also noticed the strangeness of Madman Chu, and looked at each other, wondering what the other party is doing.
"Chu madman, you are so bold, the saint is in front, you are so ignorant of etiquette and ignore the saint's authority."
A supreme suddenly questioned Madman Chu loudly.
hum...
At this time, the Kunwu sword shuddered slightly, revealing half of the sword body, and a sharp and terrifying aura locked on the supreme.
The supreme turned pale as if he had been struck by lightning. This sharp breath actually made him feel like his life was hanging by a thread.
That sword is terrible.
Everyone was also secretly surprised.
is worthy of being the number one in the 100 swordsman spectrum, the only holy sword known in the world that incorporates the soul of the sword, it is indeed well-deserved and terrifying.
The madman of Chu woke up leisurely, pressing the hilt of the Kunwu sword and inserting it back into the scabbard, stroking the sword body, whispering softly as if to appease Kunwu: "It's not worth being angry for such a person..."
Then, he looked around, then looked at the white-browed saint sitting on the futon, and smiled faintly: "Has the sermon ended?"
The white-browed saint nodded slightly, "Yes."
"Well, the juniors now have a question to ask the saint."
Many monks looked at him curiously.
"Please speak." The saint's face also corrected a little, how difficult it is to understand such a doubt that the peerless Tianjiao doesn't understand?
"The saint preached for three days and answered for two days. Are you tired?"
What?
Everyone looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.
What kind of problem is this?
"It's OK," said Saint Baimei, also wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Madman Chu.
"Oh, in that case~www.novelhall.com~Will the saint please talk to me now?" Chu Madman said with a light smile.
As soon as 's voice fell, the scene fell into a strange silence.
Everyone doubted their ears.
What did they hear?
Chu madman wants to talk to the saint? !
"Bold!!"
"Zhuzi, how dare you say crazy words!"
There were a few horrible auras that broke out in an instant, but it was the few supreme beings who glared at Chu Madman.
The white-browed saint preached to them, for them, just like the teacher, they are extremely respectful in their hearts.
And the Chu Madman’s current behavior, in their view, is undoubtedly provoking the saint, how can they not be angry?
hum! !
A burst of sword chanting!
An incomparably terrifying sword rhyme permeated, it actually overwhelmed several supreme powers in an instant, and forced several people back.
The violent people looked at Madman Chu in shock.
"I am asking a saint, not you."
The madman of Chu glanced at those supreme sages, then looked directly at the saint, "I don't know the saint, would you like to talk to the younger generation?"
The tone is neither humble nor overbearing, but serious.
Everyone believed it.
The madman of Chu is really looking for a saint to discuss the Tao! !
Thinking of this, they don't know how to express their inner thoughts. They can't tell whether they are shocked or contemptuous.
But there is one thing they are sure of, and that is that they absolutely dare not ask the saints to ask the saint on the Tao like the Madman Chu.
can't even think about it.
"We are here to listen to the preaching of the saint, this madman of Chu is good, but he actually came to talk to the saint!"
Some monks couldn't help but said with emotion.
