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

Chapter 141 Zhenjun sent a birthday book, Huoyun worshiped the ancestor　
"What is the list of gods?"

Hearing what Zhao Lang said, Nanji Xianweng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled awkwardly.

"This is a birthday book. It's just an ordinary acquired spiritual treasure. I passed the merits and blessings I received in the mainland of China into it, and now it has become an acquired spiritual treasure."

Zhao Lang heaved a sigh of relief. He saw that this thing was sent from the Chanjiao, and he thought it was the list of gods in the heavenly book, but obviously, he was overthinking it.

"Although I don't know what the list of gods mentioned by the sage is, but this treasure is also a little bit of my heart, please don't dislike it."

As the Nanji fairy said, he asked the Baihe boy beside him to come forward and present the birthday book to Zhao Lang.

The book of longevity, the Antarctic fairy likes to start with these things, but it is quite in line with his future image and gods.

Zhao Lang smiled.

"No merit and no reward."

From the inside and outside of the words, it can be seen that the Antarctic fairy still asked Zhao Lang for something, so he gave the gift.

Nodding his head, Nanji Xianweng said with a smile: "I don't know if I can trouble the sage to take care of my disciple. After leaving this time, I will return to Kunlun. At that time, Tianzun will definitely ask him about stealing the spirit beads..."

"Ding! It is detected that the Antarctic fairy is asking for a host, and you can choose."

"One, ruthlessly refuse, tie up the two and send them to Kunlun, you can gain the favor of Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Second, accept the request and temporarily stay Baihe boy in Zhoushanzong, and you can get a birthday book."

This is not a big deal, after Zhao Lang made his choice, he sent the Antarctic Immortal down the mountain.

Boy Baihe looked at Zhao Lang, a little embarrassed.

The latter didn't care too much, and asked his disciples to find him a place to stay inside the mountain gate.

Why did the Antarctic fairy suddenly want to go back to teach? Is it because of some recent changes in the mainland of China?
Or what does Yuanshi Tianzun have in mind?
Zhao Lang looked at the birthday book, studied it for a while, and laughed out loud.

This thing is of no great use to him, Zhao Lang has become a saint, immortal.

Practitioners who can reach above the strength of the Golden Immortal can live as long as the heavens.

At least Zhao Lang hadn't heard that Da Luo Jinxian died of old age.

But for some ordinary disciples in Zhoushan Sect, disciples and grandchildren with relatively shallow cultivation bases, this is a good thing.

After simply using the spiritual power, Zhao Lang used the magic weapon according to his mind.

Unknowingly, all the disciples and grandchildren in Buzhou Mountain felt a slight change in their bodies.

"Children and grandchildren of Apostle Zhou Shan, you will live forever."

Zhao Lang's voice came out from the Primal Chaos Palace and reached the ears of every Zhoushan Sect disciple.

The latter are all shocking.

They thought that Zhao Lang crossed them off in the book of life and death.

So one after another came out of the Taoist cave and worshiped in the direction of the Chaos Palace...

Nodding in satisfaction, he casually threw the longevity book on the ground in the side hall, and began to refine the elixir.

He doesn't believe that he can't practice Chaos Pill?

It took another few years to settle down and practice alchemy.

During this period, Bi Xiao stayed by his side all the time, watching Zhao Lang make alchemy, and practicing by himself from time to time.

Since Hong Yun recovered her physical body, she also began to prepare to improve her strength and practice in closed doors.

Inside the mountain gate, Zhao Lang's direct disciples led Zhou Shanzong's grandson to practice.

It looks like everything is going well and the weather is going well...

this day.

"Master, Daoist Duobao asked to see him, and brought a woman with him!"

Zhao Lang frowned and was looking at the Lianbaoding. After sighing, he withdrew his spiritual power and came to the main hall.

Then with a wave of his hand, Daoist Duobao and the woman were directly moved from outside the mountain gate into the Chaos Palace.

"Senior! Every time I see you, I am so caught off guard."

Duobao hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Zhao Lang was in a bad mood, because in terms of alchemy, he found that he might really have no talent.

Looking at the woman beside Duobao, Zhao Lang asked.

"The Madonna of Fire Spirit?"

Duobao was startled, and nodded quickly.

"Thanks to senior, I was able to receive such a talented and intelligent disciple, come, apprentice worships master."

He brought Huo Ling in front of him and said with a smile.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit frowned slightly, because she didn't know this guy at all. She had been cultivating casually in the prehistoric wilderness all year round. Since she became a teacher of Duobao, she followed him to Penglai Island. Today, she suddenly heard that her master said that she would bring her to see him. A mighty one.

When she came to the Chaos Palace, she looked carefully, but she couldn't see anything special about Zhao Lang in front of her, so she didn't speak for a long time.

"What are you in a daze for? Hurry up and pay homage to Zhoushan Saint Master Patriarch?"

Taoist Duobao respected Zhao Lang very much, but he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed seeing the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit staring blankly.

"Are you the sage of Zhoushan?"

The name of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit is familiar.

"Both Kunpeng and Kong Xuan were defeated by you?"

She started asking a series of questions.

Zhao Lang was originally in a depressed mood, but she made him want to laugh.

After waving his hand to signal that Duobao was fine, he spoke slowly.

"You are lively."

As soon as the words fell, Taoist Duobao hurried out from the side and said with a smile.

"Senior, can you accept her as your grandson?"

Ok?
Zhao Lang looked into Duobao's eyes and immediately saw through his thoughts.

If his disciple became Zhao Lang's disciple, wouldn't that mean he was Zhao Lang's disciple in a sense?

It seems that Daoist Duobao really took great pains to get closer to Zhao Lang.

"Ding! It has been detected that Daoist Duobao wants the host to accept the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit as his disciple, so he can choose."

"One, if you refuse the request, if you don't want to be contaminated with the karma of cutting off the teaching, you can get ten spirit treasures."

"Second, it doesn't matter if you accept it. Instead, it can become the host's eyeliner in the sect. If you accept the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, you can obtain alchemy."

Alchemy?
Zhao Lang was taken aback, isn't alchemy just as long as you have your hands?Why is there a special alchemy technique?
Could it be that I have been figuring it out all this time...

After making a choice helplessly, he looked at the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

It's not impossible to accept apprentices, although Zhao Lang doesn't want to have too much causal relationship with Jiejiao now, but it doesn't matter if there is an extra eyeliner.

Furthermore, Zhao Lang's karma is no different from one or two of these...

"I have to think of a way to see if there is any way to eliminate cause and effect."

He thought in his heart, and then nodded towards Duobao and Huo Ling.

The two were very happy to see that Zhao Lang agreed.

Although Duobao didn't reveal much, he could see from his face that he was happier than anyone else. This also proved that he would have a chance to enter Zhoushanzong one day, as long as he waited until the next catastrophe was over.

After bowing deeply to Zhao Lang, Duobao expressed his thoughts.

He wanted the Madonna of Fire Spirit to stay here for a while longer, so that Zhao Lang could teach her some supernatural powers.

Moreover, he quietly told Zhao Lang with some embarrassment that he had taught everything he could teach, but he only had those few supernatural powers...

Zhao Lang expressed his understanding of his difficulties, so he kept Huo Ling in Buzhou Mountain for a while.

After Duobao expressed his gratitude, he said goodbye to his disciples and left on his own.

Zhao Lang simply taught the Pangu Opening Palm and Chaos Blazing Demon Slash to the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, and the latter couldn't help but exclaimed after learning about these supernatural powers.

"It's even stronger than the supernatural powers my master taught me. I'm worthy of my master!"

Zhao Lang smiled wryly.

"Your master's supernatural powers are still learned from me..."

But he didn't say it out loud.

After arranging the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit in Zhoushanzong, Zhao Lang returned to the side hall.

Passing by the huge pillar beside the main hall, he seemed to think of something, and with a wave of his hand, a sword appeared, and the name of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit was engraved on it.

Nodding his head, he came to the Lianbao Cauldron.

Now he is the four Dao laws, wind, thunder, metal, and wood.

However, although the fragments of the Law of the Wooden Dao have been collected, Zhao Lang has not merged for a long time.

This is also due to the continuous failure of alchemy, which made him feel depressed.

The system transmitted the alchemy information into his brain, and after a while, Zhao Lang couldn't laugh or cry.

That's it!

No wonder I keep failing, it turns out that these things are missing!
Sure enough, there are tutorials and headless chickens are different.

With alchemy, Zhao Lang quickly mastered some basics of alchemy, and the elixir he refined was even better than the previous grade.

But the elixir he refined was not for himself.

Instead, it is distributed to disciples and disciples.

Generally, Patriarch Hongyun eats the most, followed by Zhang Lingxuan, Heihu and others, and then distributed to his disciples. Although there will not be too many, it can guarantee that everyone will have one.

These elixirs can improve their cultivation, Zhao Lang's own cultivation can no longer be improved through elixirs, there is no other way but to continue to integrate the Dao Law.

But the disciples are different. The elixir refined by borrowing the power of the Dao of Chaos will always allow them to directly leap to a small realm in strength every time they take one.

Zhao Lang knew that if he wanted the sect to prosper, he had to not only strengthen himself, but also make each of them strong. After all, he couldn't keep staring at his disciples from being persecuted.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Zhao Lang refined the last elixir in his hand, threw it into the jade vase, casually threw it aside, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Integrating the Law of the Wooden Avenue!

For others, it is time for yourself.

(End of this chapter)