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

Chapter 110 The Wudang Sect was withdrawn, and Zhao Lang personally took charge of the sect!

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China mainland.

The foot of Taiyue Mountain was crowded with people, and many people gathered here.

Because the monster race fought against the human race in the prehistoric world, not to mention fighting for boundaries, and even more like to slaughter innocent humans on weekdays.

Since the establishment of Wudang Sect, although it has been unknown, it has given these people shelter and let them live under Taiyue Mountain for hundreds of years, which is relatively safe.

It should not be far from the Xia Dynasty now.

The first civilization in the prehistoric world will probably be established in a few hundred years.

Zhao Lang arranged for clones to transfer all the disciples to Mount Buzhou.

Although I can't leave the customs now, my reputation is all over the world, so I don't need to shrink back anymore, I can become the head teacher of Wudang Sect openly and aboveboard.

At the foot of Taiyue Mountain.

"Grandpa, where do you think those Taoist priests are going?"

The childish child held the old man's hand and kept asking.

The old man patted his head, "Where are Taoist priests, these are all immortals on Mount Taiyue. It is because of them that we can sleep peacefully and not worry about the monster race."

The child suddenly realized that it was hard to hide the shock in his heart when he saw those cultivators continuously using their mana to bridge the clouds away.

Zhang Tian has already gone back. To be precise, no one knows where Zhang Tianshi went, only Zhao Lang knows.

He recalled the avatar back to the Chaos Palace, temporarily placed it in a side hall, let the avatar continue to practice, and took the other half of the primordial spirit back.

Zhao Lang wants to be in charge of the sect.

Zhang Ling was at the top of Taiyue Mountain, watching the disciples leave one after another, some returned to the human race, and some went to Buzhou Mountain.

Xuanheihu also brought thousands of registered disciples, and they all headed towards the Chaos Palace.

Because Buzhou Mountain is located in a prehistoric and dangerous area, ordinary mortals are rarely able to set foot in it, unless there are some cultivators.

But it is not easy to reach the Chaos Palace, because there are now dense forests in the Buzhou Mountains, and many creatures, including beasts, are nourished by the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth here, and they can cultivate.

People in the world are afraid of these strange beasts, for fear that they will threaten their lives, so no one dares to set foot here.

But since Zhao Lang transmitted the sound to all the disciples, Wudang Sect and even some casual cultivators in the prehistoric world responded one after another.

The fame of the Zhoushan sage is so great that it has spread to the ears of every cultivator. To be his disciple is beyond the imagination of these people.

It is easy for cultivators to fly through the clouds and fog, and it is easy to come to Buzhou Mountain, but it is very difficult to pass through the mountains. Some of them with lower cultivation levels are bluffed by those strange beasts and give up.

Within a few days, hundreds of people gathered under the floating island of the Chaos Palace.

Xuan Heihu and Zhang Ling were moved into the Chaos Palace by Zhao Lang, while the rest were on the edge of the abyss, staring at the floating island on it in shock.

The treasure hall above made them even more amazed.

"senior."

Xuan Heihu entered the hall and knelt on the ground, followed by Zhang Ling.

After briefly instructing the two, Zhao Lang decided to come forward in person.

Everyone in the prehistoric world knew him, but very few people had seen Zhao Lang.

Gently raising his hand, Zhao Lang came outside the Chaos Palace. He stood on the edge of the floating island and looked at the people below him.

I found Zhao Lang, but people didn't recognize him, so they didn't calm down, but were discussing one after another.

"who is this?"

"do not know……"

"It should be a disciple of the Zhoushan sage."

Although Zhao Lang is an immortal who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years, his appearance has remained unchanged because of the Yuqing Lotus Art.

Zhao Lang coughed lightly, and opened his mouth slowly, the sound resounded through the surrounding mountains.

"Everyone, I am Zhao Gongming."

what!
God!He turned out to be Zhao Gongming?
All of them cast admiring gazes and saluted one after another.

In their hearts, the Zhoushan sage is an unattainable existence, and they did not expect to appear in front of them alive now.

They didn't know why Zhao Lang summoned them here.

They were very excited to see the latter appear.

"Senior! Is the saint coming out of the mountain!"

"If a sage comes out of the mountain, he can save the common people in the world from fire and water!"

"Disciples implore seniors to come out of the mountain!"...

For a while, the word of asking Zhao Lang to leave the mountain spread all over the mountain.

amount……

Zhao Lang has black lines all over his head, when did he say he was going to leave the customs?
"Ding! Thousands of disciples have been detected imploring the host to go out, and you can choose."

"One, leave the customs immediately, lead all the disciples to dominate the prehistoric world, achieve great achievements, and get the title of prehistoric overlord."

"Second, you can't get out of the gate after death, but you can establish a new sect in Buzhou Mountain, compete with other saints, and protect your disciples from being devoured by the catastrophe, and you can obtain the Dafa of Hongmeng Dao."

Rebel!
Rebel!

I just saw Master Patriarch, I want to let me go out, if Taoist Raise My Eyebrow comes here and kills me, who of you can help me?Traitor!

Zhao Lang cursed in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

After making a choice, he replied lightly.

"I will not go out, but I will create a new sect in Buzhou Mountain. Most of you are the elite of Wudang Sect, or casual practitioners in the wild. If you want to join my sect, you must abide by a canon !"

Among the disciples, there were many words to ask.

"Saint, what canon?"

Zhao Lang smiled lightly.

"To become a disciple of my sect, you must retreat for a thousand years!"

what?
Everyone was astonished. Some casual cultivators could not even live for a thousand years, let alone have a chance to become a saint's disciple after a thousand years of retreat.

But there are also those who are not reconciled, and come to Buzhou Mountain from a long distance, just to worship under the sage of Zhoushan.

For a time, more than half of the people who left here and there scattered.

Shaking his head, Zhao Lang gave a wry smile.

After all, no one can be as patient as I am in seclusion. What’s wrong with seclusion? It’s better to become stronger silently and become a blockbuster than to practice aimlessly every day in the prehistoric.

In a blink of an eye, half of the crowd below the floating island dispersed.

The rest are people who are quite confident in themselves, there are about three hundred people.

But that's enough, some things are better than lacking.

Zhao Lang also made this choice because of his karma. If it is true that after the establishment of a sect, the people who enter his sect are like cutting off sects. There are all kinds of people. Doesn't it mean that the limelight of the catastrophe will turn to him?
He established the sect himself now, so that a force could gain a foothold in the prehistoric world, so that his disciples could legitimately be protected by him.

Looking at the remaining more than 300 disciples, Zhao Lang began to arrange.

With so many people, he couldn't move them all into the Dao Secret Realm, so he could only distribute them around Buzhou Mountain, but it was not far from here.

Probably divided into three waves.

The Four Sages of Jiulong Island lead a wave, Zhang Ling leads a wave, and Xuan Heihu leads a wave.

After the arrangement, they each opened up a dojo and a cave near Buzhou Mountain.

Zhao Lang changed the original name of the Wudang Sect, because it was the sect founded by his avatar Zhang Tian, ​​and he would have to give it a different name if he founded it again.

After thinking about it, and in line with this place, Zhao Lang finally named the sect he founded.

"Zhou Shanzong!"

For a while, Buzhou Mountain became lively again.

Because the number of disciples increased, Zhao Gongming's guise of the Zhoushan sage was hung up on the ridge. Xuan Heihu even led some disciples to build a mountain gate at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, with the words Zhoushanzong engraved on it.

Zhao Lang came to the Chaos Palace, and he began to think.

Now my disciples are arranged in order, they are:

Kong Xuan, Xuan Heihu, Zhang Ling, the Four Sages of Jiulong Island, Yang Jian in Kunlun Mountains and his sister Yang Chan, the two beasts Tian Ba ​​Di Ba brought from the Chaos Realm, and [-] registered disciples.

The registered disciples are all their own disciples and grandchildren, so they should call themselves masters.

On weekdays, if Zhao Lang wanted to practice, these people would be handed over to his disciples to lead them. The most important thing is to expand the strength of the sect, continue to practice, and truly retreat in Buzhou Mountain for thousands of years. Only then can they be marked as Zhao Lang's disciples.

The three righteous sisters, San Xiao, he didn't count the three of them into Zhou Shanzong, because his relationship with them was more like relatives, and he didn't want them to be involved in the catastrophe, so he just stayed by his side and let them practice hard .

Nine-headed Insect and Jiang Huan's usual registered disciples, Zhao Lang has almost released them. After all, they all have their own responsibilities or ambitions now, and they will basically never return to Buzhou Mountain.

Since Xuanyuan, Shaohao and the others have retired from the prehistoric world, there is no need to pull them out again.

People like Daoist Duobao, Daoist Yuding, Jinling, Wudang, and Guiling have no real master-student status with Zhao Lang, but if a few people have a request, Zhao Lang will help them solve it.

Next, he's going to start competing with all the saints.

Hongjun said that although Zhao Lang can't make a move, he can guide and protect his disciples behind the scenes.

He had no intention of going out of the mountain, after all, he knew in his heart that the biggest threat to him was not Hongjun.

If he can cultivate all the disciples and grandchildren to be superior without leaving the customs, wouldn't it mean that in the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods, they are the only ones who take the rest of the disciples of the Saint Sect to fill the list of gods?
Zhao Lang nodded, everything is going in a good direction...

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the Zongmen founded by Zhao Lang——Zhoushan Zong, has developed very brilliantly, Buzhou Mountain has completely become the sect's dojo, and almost every place has its own disciples and grandchildren here.

Most of the time, Xuan Heihu, Zhang Ling and others pass on their supernatural powers, or they retreat in the mountain gate.

After all, it has not yet reached 1000 years, and these people cannot really be regarded as Zhou Shanzong's disciples.

this day.

Zhao Lang was sitting in the Chaos Palace, closing his eyes and meditating.

The disciples and grandchildren who were patrolling the mountain ran outside the floating island and reported to the Chaos Palace.

"Master! Master Xuandu, please see him outside the sect!"

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows. At this time, he was wearing a gold-plated black gauze robe, with a solemn and domineering look on his brows, and spiritual power surrounded him, showing the majesty of a saint even more!

Waving his hand, he smiled lightly.

"Okay, bring him here."

(End of this chapter)