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

Chapter 219

Forgot to tell them to assist Chengtang!
With a slap on the forehead, Zhao Lang found that his memory was getting worse.

I was thinking about it in my heart, but the voice of Tian Ba ​​Di Ba suddenly came out from outside the hall, and the two seemed to be in high spirits.

"Master, do you see what we found?"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them brought Yi Yin and Fu Hao in, and they were terrified.

"The two of us found them sneaking around at the foot of the mountain. I didn't know what they were doing, so I caught them. Master, look..."

Zhao Lang was sullen, but he didn't listen to what they said.

The two of them lowered their heads in panic, but when they saw Zhao Lang, they were ecstatic.

"Senior, help!"

"What's his name? He's the sage of Zhoushan, and you and other mortals deserve to call him senior? Zuzu!"

Tian Ba ​​Di Ba looked at them and scolded angrily.

However, Zhao Lang has black lines all over his head.

These two guys are really not doing enough...

With a wave of his hand, they were instantly moved to another place in Buzhou Mountain by Zhao Lang.

Looking at Yi Yin and Fu Hao, they were obviously shocked.

This person in front of you.

It turned out to be the sage of Zhoushan!

The sage Zhou Shan actually saved them and even showed them the painting!

Such a great honor, they can boast for a lifetime when they return to the mainland of China.

Zhao Lang slowly told them what to do after going down the mountain.

Then his memory was erased, and when the two of them left the mountain again, they didn't remember anything about Zhao Lang.

It's like having a dream, in my mind, there is only the word Cheng Tang.

For this disciple of his own, Zhao Lang can be said to have worked hard.

However, he didn't just focus on Cheng Tang alone.

Now that Cheng Tang has been flourishing in the mainland of China, and in the blink of an eye, he is fighting with Xia Chao in full swing.

None of this has anything to do with him, as long as someone from the Saint Sect didn't interfere, then Zhao Lang wouldn't intervene.

Things in the human race, I believe that a lucky son like Yi Chengtang can easily settle them down.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang returned to the gazebo.

Suddenly, I was curious, how are the disciples and grandchildren of Zhou Shanzong now?
Even if he is a sage who sees all directions and listens to all directions, and he can see through all cause and effect in the prehistoric times, not everyone can take care of so many disciples.

After taking a sip of tea, Zhao Lang waved his hand slightly, and a void crack appeared in front of him.

Looking into it, Zhao Lang began to search for the disciples and grandchildren of Zhou Shanzong on the mainland of China.

My disciple and grandson should have become strong in all directions in the prehistoric times!
Zhao Lang thought so in his heart.

With the average strength of the disciples of Zhoushan Sect, it is easy for them to become a rich and powerful person, or a knight-errant who travels all over the world.

His eyes simply swept across the wilderness, and Zhao Lang began to search.

With a glance, he saw.

Most of the Zhoushan Sect disciples chose to hide from the world after leaving Buzhou Mountain.

Zhao Lang was still very surprised by this.

Didn't I think that my retreat could affect so many people?

These disciples stayed in their own ashram, and some of them had already started doing so since they descended the mountain tens of thousands of years ago, and even some of them had already sat down.

Their cultivation base cannot be improved, and they are not in the secret realm of the Dao. They are not used to everything in the outside world. It seems that after tens of thousands of years of isolation from the world and then going out, everything is different from what they remember.

There are also some disciples who have returned to their families in the human race. These families have more or less power, not to mention that they existed when they went up the mountain, and they still exist today, which shows that their foundation is very stable.

These disciples had a pretty good life. Although Zhoushan Sect was rarely mentioned, they still taught their children and grandchildren to respect Buzhoushan and respect Zhoushan's sage master.

Zhao Lang is also very satisfied with this point, it is already very good to be able to do this.

At least don't be like that guy Hong Jin, who stole his brother's physical cultivation, and then betrayed his teacher, making himself ashamed.

Speaking of this, Zhao Lang didn't say anything in anger.

If it weren't for this guy, Shen Gongbao must have become one of the best in the prehistoric world.

Really, there are some things that I really have to admire the arrangement of heaven.

Sighing, Zhao Lang continued to check.

suddenly!

His eyes stayed on one spot. Different from other disciples and grandchildren, this one was a little special, he was the descendant of his own disciples and grandchildren.

Although I don't know how many times it has been, but I have no spiritual roots and become a mortal.

Zhao Lang became interested.

He wanted to observe.

Then he waved his hand lightly, and under the cover of spiritual power, his divine sense penetrated into the place where the disciple was in the wild.

Looking around, he soon saw this little guy on a remote mountain village street.

He seemed to be a well-born boy with a handsome appearance, but his body and face were a little dirty.

It seems that he is down and out.

How could it be reduced to this point?
It stands to reason that Zhou Shanzong's disciples are not bad in cultivation, and after going down the mountain, they can break through the world no matter what.

Even if he returned to the human race, he was at least one of the best figures in the village or city.

Why does this little guy look so...shabby?
Divine Sense continued to observe.

After a thorough investigation of cause and effect, Zhao Lang understood everything.

The little guy's name is Jin Yu, and his ancestor was a good disciple when he was in Zhou Shanzong.

After this disciple returned to his hometown, he opened a sect, but within the sect, Zhao Lang was still enshrined in front of the hall.

This sect was still very prosperous ten thousand years ago.

Until a few decades ago, the little boy's mother had a low level of cultivation at that time, so she met a man under the introduction of others.

The man was extremely romantic, suave and unrestrained, and he was very handsome.

Soon she is falling in love.

But the good times didn't last long. On the eve of their wedding, that guy took away his mother's spiritual roots, causing her to lose all her spiritual power. Then, he teamed up with a bunch of rogue cultivators and smashed the sect to pieces.

However, at this generation, their cultivation is far inferior to that of their ancestors, the disciples of Zhao Lang.

He watched helplessly as he smashed the ancestral temple and toppled the stone statue of the Zhoushan saint, but there was nothing he could do.

Jin Yu's mother died at that time, when Jin Yu was only six years old.

Although he is now sixteen and has no spiritual roots, he still guards the ruined temple of the sect.

At this time, he was kneeling at the foot of the village and begging along the street.

There are passers-by who are pitiful, throw some rotten steamed buns and rotten vegetable leaves, and the child eats just this little water.

Jin Yu was quite strong and watched it.

Seeing it, Zhao Lang was very touched.

How much better would he be if he didn't have the systematic help at the beginning?

I suddenly thought of Cheng Tang's words, "As much ability as you have, you must make as much contribution as you can".

This sentence immediately made him want to help Jin Yu immediately.

However, just as he was about to use his spiritual power, Jin Yu's job was kicked over by several people.

Zhao Lang was stunned, and Dang even frowned.

He continued to observe.

It turned out to be those people who went to harm his family's sect back then.

Although these are just minions, they seem to be a bit like practicing Qi Huajing.

Jin Yu looked at the kicked wooden bowl in front of him, stood up, raised his head and chest but did not raise his eyes.

He said calmly.

"It's ridiculous that scum like you can practice."

Hearing his words, the surrounding people all looked regretful.

"It's over, this little Jin has to suffer again today!"

"The fight was not good last time, why didn't he change it?"

"This child, really! It's quite pitiful..."

Everyone talked a lot, but no one stepped forward to reason.

However, Zhao Lang was proud of the courage and courage of this little guy.

My disciples and grandchildren are not cowards!

He smiled triumphantly and continued to observe.

Jin Yu was also used to it, so he didn't continue talking, but bent down to pick up the wooden bowl on the ground.

However, those hooligans in front of him were not happy.

"Scum? Little bastard! I'll make you a scum!"

Almost before he finished speaking, he kicked his feet out.

This kick went straight to Jin Yu's shoulder, and one kick knocked him to the ground.

But where does a 16-year-old get the strength to entangle these practitioners?
But after resisting a few times, he was beaten to the corner.

However, during this process, his eyes were extremely cold.

Zhao Lang saw this look, the last time he saw it was when Yang Jian's mother died and he vowed to kill him in the heaven.

He wanted to punish these ruffians directly, but Zhao Lang unexpectedly discovered that these guys actually stopped?

Three kicks and two punches landed on Jin Yu's body, but the latter didn't make a sound, which was really boring.

They stopped and smiled viciously.

"Little bastard, today, my brothers will break your teeth! Let you pay back in the future?"

As soon as the words fell, they looked at each other and smiled, and then several of them held Jin Yu down one after another.

The latter gritted his teeth tightly, and the blood in his eyes seemed to be about to explode.

The people around sighed...

"Ding! It is detected that the host's descendants are being bullied, and you can choose."

"One, it has nothing to do with me. The disciples have their own disciples' blessings. If they continue to develop, they can get a Ganoderma lucidum."

"Second, if you rescue him, but don't reveal your identity, you can gain Jin Yu's loyalty."

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Needless to say, he will not let his disciple's younger generation be killed in front of his face.

He continued to pay attention, ready to stop it at any time.

Immediately afterwards, the guy who looked like a gangster with a hammer in his hand said something that terrified everyone present!
(End of this chapter)