Chapter 45: Reestablishing the Heavenly Court

However, it was said that Haotian was rumored that everyone was summoned by Taoist ancestors, but everyone did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly walked towards Zixiao Palace. Houtu asked Xuanming to go to the underworld first, and then followed everyone to Zixiao Palace.

After a while, everyone came to Zixiao Palace and walked into Zixiao Palace. After entering Zixiao Palace, they saw that Zixiao Palace was a little different from when they listened to the sermons. On both sides of the lower head of the central Taoist platform, there were four seats on the left, while there were three on the right. I think this was the priest position of the saints in Zixiao Palace.

Everyone looked at each other and saw Lao Tzu, Yuan, Tongtian and Houtu sitting on the throne on the left hand side, while Nuwa, Guiyin and Cunti were sitting on the throne on the right.

As soon as the saints sat down, on the Taoist platform, the Taoist ancestor Hongjun had already appeared silently and without even notice. The saints sitting were all trembling with Hongjun's hand. They never thought that after the Taoist ancestor merged with the Tao, they had such cultivation, and they were even more careful in their hearts.

Tongtian's heart was also filled with huge waves. He thought that he had killed the three corpses before he became a saint, but when he became a saint, his merits could be ignored. He thought that even if his cultivation level was not as good as that of the Taoist ancestor, he would not be much worse.

But now Hongjun can appear silently under his own sensation, and the blow to Tongtian is extremely bad. He sighed in his heart, it was still early! It seems that the Taoist Ancestor can become the only person who is in line with Tao among the saints, and his qualifications are indeed against the will of heaven!

Seeing this, all the saints did not dare to be negligent in their hearts. When they saw the Taoist ancestor appear, they hurriedly stood up and respectfully bowed down and said, "Disciple, please come to Master, I wish the teacher a long life."

"No need to be polite, please get up." Hongjun said in his eternal indifferent voice.

The saints said again, "Teacher Xie." Only then did they dare to get up and sit back to their throne carefully.

Hongjun had a expressionless face and glanced at everyone with his empty eyes. Everyone was creepy when the Taoist ancestor looked at him.

Hongjun said lightly: "The loss of the lich is determined by the way of heaven. The loss of the lich is to be prosperous. When you go back, you can order your disciples to go down the mountain to preach to educate the human race!"

When all the saints heard this, except for Nuwa and Houtu, they all nodded. However, Nuwa and Houtu had never established a teaching, so the two did not respond to Hongjun.

Nuwa was concerned about the affairs of the demon clan. Seeing that Hongjun Daozu said this, she hurried forward and asked, "Teacher, the demon clan is now seriously damaged, and I don't know how to deal with it in the future."

However, Hongjun Daozu did not answer immediately, but looked at Houtu slowly. Seeing this, Tongtian was shocked and quietly pulled Houtu.

Houtu understood and immediately stepped forward and said, "Teacher, the remaining members of the Witch Clan, the disciples plan to arrange them in the underworld. The Underworld is the place where thousands of creatures in the prehistoric world are important. If they are protected by the Witch Clan, it will also provide multiple guarantees. Moreover, the Witch Clan can also take this opportunity to atone for their sins. I wonder what the teacher wants?"

After hearing this, Hongjun didn't answer. He turned around and looked at Tongtian again. Tongtian was sweating profusely.

Hongjun looked at Tongtian for a while and slowly withdrew his eyes. Tongtian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, Hongjun slowly said to everyone: "The ancestor witch cannot come out of the underworld at will." Houtu hurriedly answered. The saints naturally had no objection.

After hearing this, Zhunti didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he was already a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. After hearing the words of the original, he did not blush. Instead, he smiled at the original and said, "We are indeed some monks in the West, but their cultivation is too low to be competent for the position of the Heavenly Court."

When Yuanshi heard this, he was helpless. What Zhunti said was indeed reasonable. Although the West captured many of its cultivators, its cultivation level was indeed too low and it was difficult to be competent for the position of the Heavenly Court. It was difficult for the saints to say anything else, so they started discussing again.

After a while, except for Tongtian sending out his several registered disciples, the others did not give in at all, and they would fight for an inch of land. After discussing for most of the day, there was no result. The saints had no choice but to look at Hongjun, as if they were a teacher, and then quickly pretended to adjust their expressions, with a pitiful expression.

Hongjun looked at the saints and said, "Since you don't want to enter the heavenly court, I will die." Everyone said, "They all shrank their heads and looked at Hongjun for fear of winning the first prize. Hongjun paused slightly and said, "Boy, now I officially give you the name Haotian, the Lord of the heavenly court, and the Star Dou in charge of Zhoutian."

When Haotian heard this, he quickly said, "Respect the Ancestor's Imperial Code." Hongjun said to the virgin again, "Virgin, now I officially give you the name Yao Chi, as the Queen of Heaven, to assist Haotian in managing the Heavenly Court. Are you willing?" Yaochi immediately said, "Yaochi is willing, to respect the Ancestor's Imperial Code and assist Haotian in managing the Heavenly Court."

Hongjun nodded lightly, then waved his hand to the two of them, and saw that Haotian Yaochi's body was blurred. When it was clear again, they were already adults. At the same time, a mirror and a flag appeared in front of each other. Both objects were waves of precious lights, and the saints were also envious. Cunti was the best, who said that among the saints, there were only seven treasures in the entire body.

Hongjun said to Haotian: "This is the Haotian Mirror. You can look at the thirty-third heavens up and the nine netherworlds and eighteen levels of hell. In addition, there are many wonderful uses, which will be given to you to control and suppress the luck of the heavenly court!" Haotian hurriedly took the Haotian Mirror in Zhunti's envious eyes.

Then he said to Yaochi: "This is the Western plain cloud world flag, one of the five flags, also known as the Immortal Gathering Flag. It can gather immortals and defend against extraordinary people at the same time, so you will be given self-defense!"

Then he thought about it, and after a moment of hesitation, he took out a golden hairpin and a spiritual root and gave it to Yaochi. Yaochi hurriedly rushed forward and took a few spiritual treasures. Zhunti's eyes were green and he wanted to snatch them immediately. However, thinking that it was in Zixiao Palace at this time, and it was given by the Taoist ancestor, he had to give up.

After Haotian and Yaochi took over the spiritual treasure, they were all very happy. Haotian thought for a moment and said to Hongjun: "Master, who should be in charge of the various responsibilities of the Heavenly Court?"

Hongjun said lightly: "This is a small matter, you can discuss it with your senior brothers and sisters." After that, Hongjun turned to me and said: "The Witch Sword is made of human soul and blood. If you are the leader of the Human Cult, take it." I hurried forward to take it.

The other saints were all dissatisfied with this. Although I established the Human Resources, I had never done anything for the human race. Hongjun Daozu's actions were unfair to the saints. However, the saints did not dare to say much, so they could only watch me happily take over the witch-slaying sword.

Hongjun Daozu gave the witch-slaughtering sword to Laozi, and his figure began to slowly dissipate. At the same time, Hongjun's voice sounded in the ears of the saints: "Now everything has been settled, and you can disperse by yourself. Come to Zixiao Palace again in a hundred years, I have something to give."
Chapter completed!