Gou Zai Xiong Bing Company Plays Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 125 Lu Qingyang: Are you embarrassing me?

"I'm miserable!"

Uncle Huang turned on the complaining mode with a runny nose and tears.

He was also helpless, it was the Council of Elders who had been arguing about this matter for more than two months, but there was still no result, so he came to Lu Qingyang for help as a last resort.

Not to mention the result, these people have not yet decided whether to practice or climb the technology tree!

Although these two roads can strengthen the country, the future troubles are not ordinary.

Needless to say, climbing the technology tree, my sister on the same planet is still blocked. Good things like lithography machines, especially high-tech ones, are simply out of reach.

Don't talk about technology, they don't even give you machine parts!

Just like this, they are still on the same planet. If the scope is expanded to the known universe, what kind of blockage will it have to be?
Don't mention the angels, the angels don't let their affiliated civilizations develop armaments, but they let them when they arrive in China?

Impossible okay!
Of course, some superficial teaching is definitely possible, but really high-tech things, especially about military aspects, will definitely not be taught.

But if you don't climb the technology tree and go to practice, the disadvantages are more obvious.

Confucius Confucius sage, right?
But his old man is only known as "three thousand disciples, seventy-two sages", and there are only three thousand disciples at full count.

Let's go further, five thousand is okay?
How many years has this affected Huaxia?
500 years upwards!Go to the uncapped one!The Indelible One!
If he followed the path of cultivating immortals and let Lu Qingyang preach the world, how many disciples would he have?

As many people as there are in Huaxia, he must have as many disciples!
More than one billion people are always much more than 3000, right?

How many "proud pupils" like Yan Hui will appear here?
No one can tell for sure, but everyone knows that as long as this example is opened and he is allowed to preach successfully, then whoever decides in China will have the final say. . .

It depends on what people mean!

That's why the group of elders in the Presbyterian Church were so entangled. After arguing for two months, they still couldn't make up their mind which way to go.

That's why today's scene happened. Instead of saying that Uncle Huang came to "ask the way", it would be better to say that he came to "find the way"!

Hearing what Uncle Huang said about the elders' meeting, Lu Qingyang probably understood it.

It's not Xiao Huang's fault, nor those elders.

After all, there is an old saying in Huaxia, which is called "the heart is separated from the belly", and there is also a saying that "the heart of guarding against others is indispensable".

Especially Xiao Huang and those elders, with such a big burden on the shoulders of the country, it is right to plan for the worst - this is their duty!

So instead of embarrassing Uncle Huang, Lu Qingyang said with a smile: "Since that's the case, I will show you the way!"

"Technology and cultivating immortals, although both can strengthen the country and there is no conflict, but Xiao Huang, think about it, how long will it take for Huaxia Technology to catch up with Angel?"

Uncle Huang wiped his face, and sighed: "My sister and the others are only one era ahead of us, but it has been nearly a hundred years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and we can only say that we are barely catching up."

"It's even worse in some respects!"

"Angels are ahead of us by an unknown number of eras. Even if we avoid some detours, if we want to catch up, it will take tens of thousands of years to say the least!"

Lu Qingyang nodded and smiled, "It's really not easy to catch up with the technology gap, but when it comes to cultivation..."

"Not only are we not lagging behind, but we will be in the lead."

Uncle Huang wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lu Qingyang waving his hand.

"Little Huang, if Pindao said that he is a leisurely cloud, a wild crane, and no power, I think you would not believe it."

"Let's do this," Lu Qingyang walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and said, "Poverty Daoist wants to preach to the world and make everyone in China like a dragon, but he is afraid that his own cultivation is not enough, and he will miss other people's children."

"Therefore, Pindao decided to set up an altar to reach the sky in the college, and invite the phantom of the saint to fall on it, and preach for 49 days on July [-], and teach me the cultivation method of the Huaxia human race, how about it?"

Uncle Huang's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is 49 days too short?"

This is a good plan, very good!
In this way, Lu Qingyang has changed from a "teacher of all people" to a "servant of merit", and the gap is huge!

One is the master, and the other is the benefactor. No matter how great the benefactor is, it will never compare with the master, right?

As for the saint who taught the Fa on the Tongtian altar. . .

Hey, everyone is a sage, how can he still value Huaxia's power?

Just like Confucius, isn't he also a saint?Did you see that he climbed up and shouted?

So, no matter how you say it, in the end Huaxia lost its benefits and there were no more "teachers of all peoples", which seemed very satisfying to Uncle Huang.

It's impossible for the gangsters in the elder's house to continue to argue!

"49 days is not short." Lu Qingyang smiled slightly, turned around and said, "You must know that on the wild land, each day is 380 hours, converted into blue star time..."

Uncle Huang did some calculations in his heart, and couldn't help blurting out: "49 years?"

Lu Qingyang nodded and said with a smile: "That's right! So, Xiao Huang, can you do business?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Uncle Huang couldn't sit still, stood up and asked eagerly: "In these 49 years, how many young talents like Daoist priests can my Huaxia produce?"

Lu Qingyang's face turned black, like me?Still young and talented?
Mother's which pot is not opened and which pot is not lifted?

Daoist, I know that I have been building the foundation for a long time, a full [-] years - but Daoist, I am very strong, do you know that?
Seeing that Lu Qingyang didn't speak, and his face was still drawn, Uncle Huang realized in an instant that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly corrected him: "I mean the same strength as the Taoist leader!"

Lu Qingyang's face turned darker.

Damn, is this a trick to mock me?

As powerful as me, isn't that Jindan?

I only formed alchemy in 109 years, and others formed alchemy in 49 years. . .

Xiao Jiu, who was holding a roasted leg of lamb and was chewing on it, finally couldn't hold it anymore. He rolled on the table with his two little paws hugging his stomach, and the leg of lamb squirted out from his mouth while laughing.

Uncle Huang was extremely embarrassed. Only then did he realize that in his urgency, he seemed to have offended Mr. Lu Daodao again.

"Okay, let me say," Xiao Jiu had time to say when he had had enough laughs, "Say a few more words, believe it or not, Taoist priests don't even build altars?"

"It's all my fault," Uncle Huang said with a sneer, "Don't be as knowledgeable as I am, Taoist priest, I'm still young after all!"

He is only in his 50s, and although he is much older than Lu Qingyang, who is more than 100, he is indeed still young.

Finally, it was not in vain for Lu Qingyang to call so many little yellow!
Lu Qingyang turned his head, not wanting to talk to Xiao Huang.

Master Dao, I have always held grudges, you just wait!

Xiao Jiu squatted on the table and said, "Smelly Taoist probably doesn't want to talk to you anymore, so I should tell you!"

(End of this chapter)