My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 140 Engraving a Name Pillar, the Birthday Star Asks to See You
Zhao Lang was a little worried when he said that prosperity must decline for a long time.

Because Zhou Shanzong is too powerful now?
After careful calculation, he engraved all the current relationships with Zhou Shanzong on a giant pillar in the hall.

After engraving, Zhao Lang observed them one by one.

Now, the strength around Zhao Lang, including all the trustworthy people, is in this.

Other than Zhou Shanzong, the contacts who do not belong to his disciples include:
Daoist Duobao, Daoist Yuding, and Yang Jian are half disciples, but now they cannot recognize their relationship and stop teaching the three Holy Mothers and the Jade Emperor of Heaven.

Of course, the appearance of the Jade Emperor on this is a bit abrupt, but now Zhao Lang can be sure that in the wilderness, Haotian would rather find him than the Saint Sect or even Hongjun.

If this relationship can be maintained, it will definitely be a good thing for myself and even the disciples around me, because in the end, the sage will retire, and the heavens will be in absolute order in the prehistoric. .

The rest of them were all people who asked Zhao Lang for help, and Zhao Lang also helped them. These people are also people who will be anointed by the gods in the future. Zhao Lang can use them to act as his eyeliner in the saint sect .

Looking at his disciples and even his helpers, Zhao Lang immediately felt refreshed.

Kong Xuan, Xuan Hei Hu, Zhang Ling, Four Sages of Kowloon Island, Tian Ba ​​Di Ba, Princess Long Ji, Yang Chan...

This doesn't include Sanxiao, Patriarch Hongyun, and Taoist Lu Ya.

The latter two can only be regarded as friends, not disciples.

And the three daughters are his relatives in the wilderness, and he will try his best to protect them, so he has no intention of letting them participate in the catastrophe.

For other disciples such as Xuanyuan, Shaohao, Xingtian, Chiyou, Nine-Headed Insect, Zhao Lang didn't intend to let them get involved.

Among the disciples of Zhoushan Sect, there are even some outstanding ones with good qualifications, such as Shen Gongbao, who is quite famous in the mountain sect now, but this guy is too rigid, blinding his heroic body for nothing.

Try to keep the number of Zhoushan Sect disciples around 500, not too many and not too few.

Never go beyond the disciples of the sages, that is Zhao Lang's bottom line.

In this way, it will never be his Zhou Shanzong's turn to be the hole-filler of the catastrophe.

Seeing the writing on the huge pillar in front of the hall, Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction.

There are a total of four giant pillars in the Chaos Palace, each with a diameter of tens of feet.

He looked around and thought to himself.

If one day, all these pillars can be filled, wouldn't Hong Huang belong to Zhao Lang?

With a wry smile, he didn't think about it, after all, his original intention was not this.

If it was for power, fame and fortune, he couldn't help but go out of the mountain long ago.

"If I remain invincible in the future, the first thing I will do is to travel through the prehistoric world!"

Zhao Lang stood in front of the palace gate, looked out at a glance, looked at the boundless mountains and rivers, and said with emotion.

Although Honghuang is many times smaller than the Chaos Realm, it is already extremely huge.

After going to Beihai this time and exploring the underworld, Zhao Lang deeply felt that there are still many unknowns in this world.

"Take me with you?"

Bi Xiao's silvery bell-like voice came from behind, seeming a little nervous.

Zhao Lang, who had been hiding for so long, finally couldn't bear to come out to see him.

In fact, the Chaos Treasure Hall is not big or small, if Zhao Lang wants to find her, he can move it to his eyes with a single thought.

But he doesn't want to.

Turning around, Zhao Lang saw Bi Xiao in green clothes fiddling with his jade fingers nervously. Shui Ling's eyes were looking at Zhao Lang, as if longing for an answer he was expecting.

Looking at Bi Xiao in front of him, he stepped forward and pinched the former's pretty face.

"Take you, take you!"

Now Bi Xiao was very happy, excitedly embraced Zhao Lang's arm, and jumped up and down again.

Her friskiness is not like that of Zhang Ling and Princess Longji.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Lang only thought it was cute.

The latter two are just alive and kicking, that's all...

It was also the first time for the latter to feel a feeling that he had only in his previous life in this world he traveled through.

As a practitioner, it takes several years to open and close your eyes.

But only for cultivators. Ordinary mortals on the mainland of China still have to live day by day.

They are busy making a living every day, or they are powerful people, each have their own things to do.

Seeing that the prehistoric civilization is constantly advancing, Zhao Lang calculated the first dynasty, Xia.

It shouldn't be far.

But it's still too early for Fengshen...

After all, this is the wilderness, not the earth.

No one knows how long a dynasty can last, maybe from now until the establishment of the Xia Dynasty, it may be longer than Zhao Lang's retreat in these years, it is his own arrangement, so don't worry about it.

Seeing that the elixir he refined was getting better day by day, Zhao Lang was very satisfied.

He even wanted Xuandu to go to Lao Dan to see if he could get some alchemy tips from the latter.

But he didn't do that. After all, apart from the secret territory of the Great Dao, not all other places in Honghuangli are as peaceful as this place.

Putting the elixir into a small jade bottle, Zhao Lang randomly placed it beside the Lianbao Ding.

At this time, the side hall is almost full of magic medicine pills he refined, and they are piled up to the brim.

Slowly walking out of the side hall, Zhao Lang was just about to close his eyes and practice for a while, but a mountain patrolling disciple came to report.

"Master Ancestor, outside the mountain gate there are two people, old and young, asking to see you."

One old and one young?
Do you still have to report this kind of thing to me? Do I have to see whoever comes?
Zhao Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after he stretched out his consciousness to observe, he was stunned.

Those two are not others, the older one is Anji Xianweng, and the younger one is Baihe Boy.

How did they come?

Didn't Anji Xianweng open up his own Taoist temple in the mainland of China before?

And Boy Baihe never left Buzhou Mountain after Yuanshi Tianzun discovered his apostasy.

Until today, when the master and apprentice came again, Zhao Lang felt something was wrong.

But he still moved the two of them into the Chaos Palace.

Seeing Zhao Lang, Baihe boy first knelt on the ground, then stood up after three kowtows and nine obeisances, and said.

"Master."

Zhao Lang hurriedly waved his hands.

"Isn't your master by your side, why do you beg me?"

Nanji Xianweng smiled and said: "I didn't expect fellow Taoist to become a saint today. I have been in China for many years. After hearing the news, I decided to come here to visit. Now I see that you have not only become a saint, but also created a sect." , the strength is gradually increasing, it is gratifying to congratulate."

Zhao Lang nodded awkwardly.

Among all the people, only this Antarctic fairy, Zhao Lang couldn't see through.

At the beginning, he had never met himself, and he would retreat in order to prevent Yuanshi Tianzun from coming to trouble him, and sent his disciples thousands of miles away, and the disciples sent Lingzhu. This series of things made Zhao Lang wonder whether this guy also came through time travel. here.

But it was just a guess, Zhao Lang knew in his heart that this was absolutely impossible.

"Nanji Zhenjun has not seen for a long time, but his appearance has not changed."

He really didn't know what to say, so he chatted awkwardly.

After hearing this, Anji Xianweng waved his hand.

"Not too long ago, didn't your avatar come to look for me once?"

Ok?
This guy!

How could he see that it was Zhao Lang's avatar who went looking for him back then.

Although it was not intentional back then, by chance, Zhang Tian came across the Taoist temple opened by the Antarctic fairy in the mainland of China.

He also chatted with him for a long time under the pretense of being a clone.

So this old thing has always known?

Zhao Lang became nervous. What is the origin of this Antarctic fairy? After his observation, his strength is no more than that of a quasi-sage. Why does he feel that he can always see through many things?
Zhao Lang had no expression on his face, and asked, "True Monarch Antarctica, why did you say that?"

Sensing that Zhao Lang's tone became a bit low, Nanji Immortal immediately laughed.

"Back then you went to the mainland of China with your avatar. After I met you, I sent a boy to join the Wudang sect that he founded. You see, he should still stay with you today."

So this old guy sent an undercover agent?

"Don't blame the saint, I'm just curious about why Zhang Tian frequently showed some supernatural powers beyond comprehension. Later, after the establishment of Zhou Shanzong, I guessed that it is very likely that he is your avatar. If you calculate this way, isn't it true that you saw him back then? My person is exactly you Zhoushan Sage."

amount……

Zhao Lang nodded. This Antarctic True Monarch was later appointed as the Canopus in charge of lifespan.

"Then Zhenjun came here today just to talk about this matter?"

Zhao Lang looked at him and asked lightly.

Nanji Xianweng smiled, and then took out something from his sleeve.

After Zhao Lang watched it intently, he was stunned.

"Conferred God List?"

(End of this chapter)