Chapter 163 Chu Xiu preaches

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The morning sun shone through the window screen and quietly entered the room.

The clothes and skirts were scattered on the floor.

The morning sun shone on the cheeks.

On the scented couch, Chu Xiu closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He frowned and opened his eyes, his mind was still a little confused, as if he was drunk.

A faint fragrance entered his nose.

He gradually came back to his senses.

He raised his hand to remove the snow-white lotus arm pressing on his chest.

The person next to him, half asleep and half awake, arched her body into his arms again.

Chu Xiu sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the sleeping, flushed master baby, and sighed helplessly.

Crazy woman.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have taught you the Dwarf Emperor Sutra.

Seven days and seven nights, even the Great Saint Body can't stand it.

Women are really so scary~

People of our generation who seek the truth should stay away from women, remember, remember.

All beauties are skeletons.

Without women in mind, practicing Taoism is natural.

"Well, what are you doing, my stinky husband~"

Qi Mengdie closed her eyes, opened her red lips slightly, and whispered softly.

Chu Xiu stretched out his hand to smooth the black hair covering her cheeks, smiled gently, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

He supported his waist with his right hand and slowly got off the bed.

With a wave of his left hand.

He put on a brand new black robe.

He tidied his hair and appearance.

He practiced the Great Freedom of Mixed Motion to dispel the fatigue of the flesh, and then opened the door and left Qi Mengdie's boudoir.

Facing the morning sun, walking on the temple avenue.

Chu Xiu felt happy physically and mentally.

"Lord Chu Xiu~"

"Hello, Lord Chu Xiu~"

The monks who met him greeted him one after another.

Chu Xiu nodded in response.

Seeing him walk away.

Several monks lowered their voices to discuss.

"The rumor is wrong."

"I think Lord Chu Xiu is very kind and easy to get along with!"

"Yes, I am a disciple of the Endless Sword Domain. When I meet those elders, they don't even look at me straight in the eye. They are even more arrogant than Lord Chu Xiu."

"What realm do you think Lord Chu Xiu is in now?"

"It should be the fifth level of the Quasi-Emperor."

"I think it's more than that~"

Chu Xiu came to the central square of the temple.

There are obviously more monks gathered here than in other places.

The monks gathered in groups of three or five, sitting in a circle, talking about Taoism and scriptures, expounding their own Taoism, and verifying with others' Taoism.

When talking about the wonderful things, it may even cause various strange phenomena in the world.

Chu Xiu stood in the distance with his hands behind his back, watching and listening quietly.

Watching the three tribes of cultivators, the human race, the demon race, and the barbarian race, not only coexist peacefully, but also sit and discuss Taoism.

Such a scene made Chu Xiu moved and dazed.

The blood feud between the three tribes has been passed down from generation to generation for countless thousands of years.

Who would have thought that there would be such a day?

"External pressure, to ease internal conflicts."

Chu Xiu quickly figured out the key.

A human cultivator saw Chu Xiu and walked towards him quickly.

This was a cultivator with a very young bone age, no more than two hundred years old, but he had already reached the Great Saint realm.

He was wearing a green Qiankun Bagua robe, obviously from Taiyi Holy Land.

Facing Chu Xiu, the young man was a little uneasy, his hands clenched subconsciously, his head lowered and his eyes dodged, not daring to look Chu Xiu in the eye.

"Hello, Lord Chu...Chu Xiu~"

"Well, what do you want?" Chu Xiu looked at him and asked lightly.

The young cultivator cupped his hands, but his body was shaking, very nervous.

"Master Chu Xiu, my elders are all in seclusion to break through the realm, but I have encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation and have been unable to break through for a long time."

"Today, I met you, and I dared to come forward and ask you for some advice."

"If I have exceeded the limit, please punish me."

As he spoke, the young monk bowed deeply, and perhaps because he was too nervous, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"You, are you not afraid of me?" Chu Xiu looked at him, with the corners of his lips raised, and he was very interested.

The young monk was startled when he heard this and shook his head, "I haven't offended you, sir."

"Why should I be afraid of you, sir?"

"Your fame was more than a hundred years ago, and you were extremely powerful. Many people were afraid of you.

But so what? Does it prevent me from worshipping you?"

Chu Xiu smiled and patted his shoulder, "I agree with you. You have no grudges against me, so there is really no need to be afraid of me."

"But you are wrong about one thing."

"I, Chu Xiu, am kind and generous, and I make friends with people. I am the spokesperson of light and justice. I am an ambassador of peace in the world. How could anyone think that I am so powerful?"

"My purpose in establishing the Three Clan Alliance is to protect the billions of lives on the Sky Continent."

"Great love is my basic color."

"Benevolence and righteousness are the basis of my character, child."

The young monk was stunned, looking at Lord Chu Xiu with a gentle smile on his face, and was confused for a while.

Are all the rumors false?

Is Lord Chu Xiu actually a great and good person?

Yes, that must be the case.

Chu Xiu patted his shoulder heavily and asked with a smile: "Kid, how many cultivators are stuck in a bottleneck like you?"

The young cultivator smiled bitterly and nodded, "A lot. Although the training tower is effective, it can't help us break through the bottleneck."

"Especially some seniors who are old and have poor qualifications. They can't even see the hope of a breakthrough."

"Many seniors can't sit still and want to risk their lives to break into the battlefield of all races. Even if there is a chance of a breakthrough, they want to try it."

Chu Xiu fell into deep thought after hearing this.

Looking at the rising sun in the sky, his eyes moved slightly, "Forget it, I've been in seclusion for more than a day or two, there's no rush."

After that.

Under the gaze of the young monk, Chu Xiu soared into the sky and hovered above the central square.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the void and spoke loudly: "I will preach in the central square of the temple."

"Those who have been stuck in a bottleneck and have not been able to break through, or those who are interested, can come and listen to my preaching."

His vast and grand voice echoed in various places in the temple.

Whether in the monk's cave or the cultivation tower, as long as the monk is within the scope of the human temple, he can hear his voice.

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

The human temple was boiling instantly.

"Who is transmitting the sound thousands of miles away?"

"Dare to preach in the human temple?"

"What a big courage, who does he think he is? Does he think he is Lord Chu Xiu?"

In fact, before this,

Many cultivators who are stuck in bottlenecks hope that a quasi-emperor will come out to preach for them, so that they can have a much greater chance of breaking through the bottleneck.

However, those quasi-emperors who were asked to come to their door refused one after another, and no one agreed to their request.

It's not that the quasi-emperors are too greedy.

There are two reasons.

First, there is no benefit in preaching.

Second, avoid suspicion.

The human race temple is Chu Xiu's territory.

The owner has not expressed his position, how dare they take over the responsibility and usurp the throne?

If Chu Xiu is unhappy, being kicked out of the temple training tower is a small matter, and he may even die here.

Therefore, when they heard someone say that he wanted to preach, they reacted so strongly.

But soon, they were not surprised.

"It turns out that Master Chu Xiu is preaching. Let's hurry over there. Maybe we can get a front seat."

"Hahaha, great. Master Chu Xiu is preaching. I have hope of breaking through. I have hope." A cultivator with sparse white hair and who looked extremely old laughed up to the sky. Tears were already streaming down his wrinkled face.

He had waited for this day for too long.