I am Huanglong, the favorite of the Honghuang group

Chapter 327

Time flies, a thousand years, for Huang Long and other Da Luo Jinxians, is just a flick of a finger.

Soon, the millennium will come.

Above the East China Sea, fairy light shines.

All the powerful Westerners have arrived at Penglai Xiandao.

Huanglong led the crowd to meet him, and after a while, Duobao came with the crowd.

Huang Long stepped forward to pay respects, and said: "To make an appointment with the West, I never thought that all the senior brothers would come."

"To fight against the West, I always want to be a witness. And soon, if I want to come, I will also compete with you." Duobao said.

"It's not a problem, you and I are in the same sect, it's a small matter." Huang Long smiled and replied, then looked at the pharmacist and said, "Brother pharmacist, are you ready?"

"Okay, the golden lotus of the twelfth grade of merit is already here, let's see which side has the higher luck in the past thousand years, the east and the west." The pharmacist said, although the situation on his side is a bit unbearable, Huanglong's side is not as expected. It will be better.

If it was a tie, it would be at most entering the state of martial arts and losing someone, but the Qinglian Baose Banner was kept.

"Okay." Huang Long smiled, and ordered people to set up the altar to worship the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty and the two saints of the West. After saluting, he said, "The three elders and the two uncles of the West are here. The way, for the sake of the people of the world, we are here to learn from each other, please witness the three elders and the two uncles in the west."

As the voice fell, four extremely holy statues of gods appeared in the void at the same time.

Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Tongtian, the Taoist guide, and the Taoist Zhunti.

The four holy things.

As for the Taishang Daojun, he never came.

There is nothing else going on here.

Although his disciple is also here now.

But the Great Master Xuandu didn't show up, and the outcome of this competition was already determined in his eyes.

A group of people who have barely managed things, going to fight with Huang Long who has been trained by Fuxi, isn't it self-defeating?
Besides, the luck of the dragon clan has not been exhausted, so if you want to cut off the luck and violate the number of days, will there be any good results?

The four holy statues appeared, Huang Long and others led the crowd to bow again, and then looked at the pharmacist.

The Four Sages are just here to respect the dharma, to be a witness, and to prevent cheating.

Specific affairs, but will not intervene.

"You first and I first?" Huang Long looked at the pharmacist and said.

"The elders come first, so let's look at the eastern area of ​​the East China Sea first," said the pharmacist.

Recently, the luck in the west of the East China Sea has only been eight and a half petals.

Show it, it's embarrassing.

So first look at the Eastern District of Donghai.

"Okay, let's just watch the Eastern District of the East China Sea." Huang Long said with a smile, he also wanted to see how much luck he could have here.

Pharmacist looked at Huanglong's composure, his attitude of controlling everything, and he was confused for no reason, thinking, it doesn't make sense, it is indeed that the dragon clan owes the karma to the Qingjiao clan, and using this karma to calculate by himself, it should be fine.

How do you feel that Huanglong is getting more and more stable?
However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the bets made cannot be faked.

Otherwise, people's fists will be bigger.

The pharmacist thought of this, and sacrificed the golden lotus of the twelve merits. Suddenly, the golden lotus bloomed, and the light of merits and virtues shone, and a little bit of luck gathered in the eastern part of the East China Sea. After a while, a phantom of a lotus gathered, and in the sight of everyone, The petals bloom quickly.

First rank, second rank, third rank...eight rank...

No more.

Seeing the petals blooming, Medicine Master, Dashizhi and other western disciples prayed in their hearts. However, although the golden lotus of the twelfth rank meritorious deed is the treasure of their town religion, they ignored them at this moment, and directly bloomed the ninth rank of petals, and then The tenth grade bloomed again, and it stopped just now.

Pharmacist, Dashizhi's complexion turned pale.

There are ten grades, how is it possible?

"Top ten, it's not bad, do you want to watch it?" Huang Long smiled and said to the pharmacist.

The pharmacist wanted to continue, but in the end he could only smile wryly, saluted Huanglong and said, "I lost this battle! Brother's supernatural powers, pharmacist is invincible."

Although he has full confidence in Huanglong and believes that he can win by following Huanglong, but at this moment when he really heard that Yaoshi conceded, Jinling Bixiao and others are all overjoyed.

Yuanshi Tianzun also showed a look of relief, looking at Taoist Jieyin and Taoist Zhunti.

Although this result has actually been calculated, but I saw with my own eyes that the faces of the leading Taoist and the quasi-ti Taoist were much more bitter, and they disappeared.

The Qinglianbaose flag is gone.

Let them who are not rich make it worse.

And you can't rely on it.

"It's because you are impatient and don't know the truth that governing a big country is like cooking a small fish, so don't count on it." Huang Long said.

"Why is this? We have tried our best to govern, but why did our luck drop in the end, not as good as before?" The pharmacist asked his doubts.

"Because hard work does not mean that there will be gains. If you work hard in the right direction, the harder you work, the more likely you will succeed, but it is only possible, but if you work hard in the wrong direction, the harder you work, the more you will collapse." Huang Long said.

Diligence is very important, but more importantly, the direction of diligence must be right.

Like Chongzhen at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he could be called a model worker among the sixteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

But under his leadership, Daming, which was originally suffering from internal and external troubles, accelerated its demise.

Although it was true that Daming was hard-pressed at that time, if Chongzhen had not worked so hard, Daming might have lived a few more years.

The same principle applies to pharmacists.

There is one thing to say, the pharmacist is very nice, but his management ability is not outstanding, and his heart is not dirty enough.

This point is also related to the introduction and quasi-mention.

Especially Zhunti Daoist, he is shameless in doing things by himself, with all kinds of dirty routines connected, but he is especially protective of his disciples.

Therefore, the pharmacist and Maitreya have thick skins, tough hearts, perseverance, and are cruel to themselves, but their hearts are not dirty enough.

This is also the reason why the two of them were first suppressed by Randeng and then by Duobao in their original trajectory.

After all, both of Ran Deng have practiced before, one is as shameless as Zhun Ti, and the other is suppressing Wanxian in Jiejiao.

So the harder the pharmacist works, the more problems arise, and the more problems there are, the more they can be remedied, and the contradictions will be made up again.

Of course, there are many problems besides this.

For example, the Qingjiao clan is more violent than the dragon clan, and when they ruled, they exposed all kinds of ugliness.

Everyone has worked so hard to fight the war, turn over and become the master, feel bad, how can we be worthy of their efforts?

In Huang Long's previous life, a certain great writer surnamed Zhou really said that "a slave has become a master, and he will never abolish the title of 'master'. His airs are probably more complete than his master, and it is ridiculous."

This principle is applied here, and it is similar.

Also, under their governance, a group of Western monks did everything by themselves, which indirectly weakened Qing Jiao's prestige. A group of people whose blood was similar to Qing Jiao's, worshiped under their sect, and fought with Qing Jiao both openly and secretly.

It made Qing Jiao, who was originally lacking in prestige, even more deficient.

In the end, it is the West's own problems.

Still the same sentence, the revitalization of the Western District is the interest of the entire West, and it belongs to everyone, but what you get at this time is your own.

In this case, it is only ghosts who want to prosper.

"I'm going in the wrong direction?" The pharmacist looked puzzled.

"It's a mistake, this will be a precious failure experience in your life. Learn from it, and next time I will wait for you to win back the Qinglian Baose Flag." Huang Long smiled.

The pharmacist was even more distressed when he heard the words, not to mention, he almost forgot that the Qinglian Baose Banner is about to disappear.

But looking at Huang Long's smiling eyes, the pharmacist still didn't dare to renege, and he gritted his teeth and handed over the Dongfang Qinglian Baose Banner.

Seeing this, a group of western disciples were saddened, but they were also a little thankful that they would lose. Fortunately, they had made sufficient preparations, and this time they got a lot of resources, so it was worthwhile to come out.

(End of this chapter)