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

Chapter 247 The Saint's Painting
They looked at the white paper beside Zhao Lang. There were only some scattered ink marks on it, but there was nothing on it.

But even so, those papers are piled there, and the true meaning of the law of the Great Dao of Chaos emerges from it!

As expected of a great saint!

Even painting can interpret the profound meaning of the Dao!
Although there is nothing in the painting, the spiritual power is overflowing on the drawing paper!

Simply wonderful!

"Senior, are you painting?"

The four brothers of the Mo family stepped forward respectfully, changed from the arrogance they had at Lingtai Pass before, and now they still have a scent of books on them, looking gentle and elegant?
Zhao Lang nodded.

"But there is no main object in the painting of the senior?"

Mo Liqing saw something, walked to the pile of paper with tens of millions of sheets, and looked around.

"It's all turned into living things."

Zhao Lang said casually.

Then he picked up the cup of tea beside him and took a sip.

Living thing?

They knew that a sage could create living things, and only a sage could possess this kind of great fortune, but they didn't expect that Zhao Lang could change so much?

There are tens of millions of this thick pile of paper, whether it is the spirit beasts and living creatures in the secret realm of the Dao, or even the creatures that do not exist in the prehistoric.

They were all created by Zhao Lang!
The four Mo family brothers were even more shocked.

Even Saint Nuwa spent countless tens of thousands of years creating the human race.

Because that is something that requires a huge amount of spiritual power.

But the sage Zhoushan only said that he would come here to paint a little earlier that day, and it was only half a day later!

In half a day, create tens of millions of creatures?
What kind of majestic and powerful spiritual power can afford these consumptions?
And now it seems that there is nothing unusual about Saint Zhou Shan.

Obviously it was the spiritual power that created millions of creatures, and the latter didn't take it to heart!
Really powerful!

Really powerful!
The four of them once again refreshed their impression of Zhao Lang, and the awe they had before has now become outright respect!

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was also stunned.

All this is beyond her cognition.

On weekdays, the leader of Tongtian will also display spiritual power, and she has seen it quite a lot.

But like this ability to create thousands of creatures without changing face, she thinks that her master is completely impossible to do it!
As expected of a character that even senior brother Duobao respects!
Thinking of this, I must not be able to hide the fact that I came to inquire about it from the other party's holy eyes.

After a brief description.

Sure enough, Zhao Lang smiled.

"This Tongtian really doesn't take me seriously. He thinks that he has strong spiritual power and I can't see through him?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang snorted coldly.

"After you go back, everything will be as you saw and said. I want to see how Tongtian will feel?"

Having said that, he smiled lightly and got up slowly.

Looking at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit who was about to leave, Zhao Lang spoke.

"Come back tomorrow, there are still some things waiting for you to deal with today."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was taken aback, what made Saint Zhou Shan still use her?
Immediately she asked, but Zhao Lang said to wait quietly.

Long after predicting that the Virgin of the Golden Spirit would come, Zhao Lang saw through many causes and effects.

Today, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit does not come to Zhoushan, and there is also a coincidence that Zhao Lang needs to take care of.

Hearing that the Zhoushan sage said that he could not return to the religion for the time being, the Holy Mother of Jinling was a little worried. She didn't care, but what if the leader of Tongtian thought too much?
Zhao Lang told her to relax and wait patiently.

So she had to stay in Buzhou Mountain.

It was already afternoon at this time, time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Zhao Lang was still writing, until the outside light dimmed, Zhao Lang flicked his fingers lightly, and it was bright as day again in Buzhou Mountain.

Great supernatural powers!

Seeing every move of the Zhoushan saint, the four brothers of the Mo family and the Holy Mother of Jinling all exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.

at last.

Zhao Lang spread out the last scroll, looked at the scroll in his hand, smiled faintly, and displayed his spiritual power again.

A crane floated out of it.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang's thoughts moved slightly, and a small gap was opened in the golden barrier of the Dao Secret Realm above the sky, and the crane came out of it and flew into the prehistoric world.

"Senior, why did you let this one out?"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit noticed this, so she asked cautiously.

Zhao Lang smiled lightly.

"Always have to go out."

This sentence is quite profound.

Could it be that the senior is implying that he will come out of the mountain sooner or later!

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was shocked. If Zhao Lang could come out of the mountain at this time, he would definitely be able to rectify the flood, protect all living beings, and bring blessings to all living beings!
Seeing that the Holy Mother of Jinling was thinking too much, Zhao Lang didn't continue talking.

Smiling wryly and dusting their hands, several people moved into the bamboo house in an instant.

Putting all the papers on top of the copy, Zhao Lang turned around and sat cross-legged.

Take a look at the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit!
Good guy!
What are the calligraphy and paintings on the surrounding walls?
Take a closer look, some of them depict the prosperity of the Peach Festival, some depict the prehistoric landscape, some depict Tang Faxia, and there are some places that I have never seen or even heard of.

"Senior, where is the Chaos Realm?"

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was stunned, and looked at the person on a picture scroll, as if it was the leader of Tongtian Sect.

Looking at it again, it is in a state of black hair dancing wildly, and the spiritual power of the magic sword in his hand is overwhelming!

It can be said that Zhao Lang's painting skills are now very good.

After tens of thousands of years of effort, it really is an iron pestle ground into a needle.

Zhao Lang glanced at the painting that Jin Ling was looking at.

"Oh, Chaos Realm, your master has also been there."

Chaos Realm?
What is this place?
Why have I never heard of it?

"Who is Master doing to? It looks very vicious and cruel."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit asked again.

Zhao Lang casually smiled.

"A great saint."

Great saint!

The other person in the picture turned out to be a Daoist saint?

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit frowned.

There was a trace of panic between the eyes.

Because he has never seen this person before, and besides Zhao Lang, there are other Dao sages?

This huge amount of information immediately overwhelmed the Virgin of the Golden Spirit.

Looking at Zhao Lang again, she was speechless, but she still had many questions in her heart.

Zhao Lang waved his hand impatiently.

"Go back and ask your master about these, he knows better than me."

After speaking, he frowned immediately.

"coming."

The four members of the Mo Family and the Virgin of the Golden Spirit were taken aback.

"Who's here?"

Zhao Lang waved his hand lightly, and an image under the mountain gate appeared in front of everyone.

Under the mountain gate.

One person restrained his divine sense aura and quietly came under Buzhou Mountain.

His cultivation base is not high, but he sneakily put away his spiritual power, which seems to be a bit of good intentions.

"Senior, him?"

"Who is it?"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was startled, but after careful observation, she found that she didn't recognize her at all.

Zhao Lang smiled lightly, but did not answer.

Under observation, the man had already groped under the gate of Buzhou Mountain.

Because of some cultivation, the surrounding spirit beasts did not provoke this person.

He put away his spiritual power, most likely because his cultivation base was too low, and he wanted to pretend to be hidden.

It is indeed a very smart approach.

While people can't see the cultivation level, it also inadvertently reveals the spiritual power.

But Zhao Lang could see through his cultivation base and inner thoughts at a glance.

After all, in the face of absolute strength, everything is bells and whistles.

At this time the man had come to the mountain gate.

He was taken aback when he was stopped by the secret realm of the Great Dao.

It seems that he didn't expect the existence of this kind of spiritual power restriction.

He tried a few times, but he didn't pass through the secret realm, and he became a little impatient.

I hesitated in my heart.

After a while, he shouted loudly.

"Is Senior Zhou Shan Saint here?"

"Senior Zhoushan Saint, I beg you to accept me as a disciple!"

"My name is Wen Zhong, please accept me as a disciple..."

"..."

The person at the foot of the mountain is Wen Zhong.

Of course, among the causes and effects, it is also because the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit is here today.

This is the arrangement of heaven. Some things are destined to be achieved in any way.

no matter the means...

"Wen Zhong? Never heard of it."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit and the four members of the Demon family said that there is no such person in the Jiejiao.

It seems that the cultivation base is in the realm of true immortals.

But Wen Zhong was still very young at this time, and it seemed that he had just achieved some success in his studies.

Not bad either.

Under the mountain gate, Wen Zhong asked cautiously over and over again.

However, after a long time, he was a little annoyed that he didn't hear the answer.

"Could it be that you came to the wrong place? Isn't this Buzhou Mountain?"

He muttered to himself, very confused.

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I felt, and finally rushed to the place, but I didn't even see the saint.

However, a moment later, a wave of spiritual power suddenly appeared in front of him!
This spiritual power wrapped it inside, and then Wen Zhong experienced the feeling that everyone who has been to Zhoushan Sect has experienced.

He flicked his head for an instant, and when he blinked again, he was already in front of Zhao Lang.

Hong Jin was dumbfounded when he saw the people in front of him.

However, when he looked at Zhao Lang, his soul was almost shaken away!
(End of this chapter)