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

Chapter 295 Junior Shi Fan
Thinking of this, Zhao Lang's spiritual sense hurriedly swept around.

No abnormality was found.

But still shudder.

This guy doesn't look like he's putting on a show...

Could it be that the five-element law demon god, Taoist Xiyun, could really come to the prehistoric world?
Zhao Lang looked at Hongjun.

"Don't worry, I won't interfere with your reunion."

After finishing speaking, he turned into a ray of breeze and dispersed.

The divine sense was withdrawn from the Chaos Palace.

Zhao Lang frowned.

Immediately glanced again in the prehistoric.

There are no visions.

Could it be that Yang Mei is really scaring me?

It doesn't sound like the tone, but Taoist Xiyun really hates Zhao Lang from the bottom of his heart, it's not hard to see.

Maybe it was the Yin-Yang Demon God who made friends with him before, or maybe Zhao Lang made him unhappy, anyway, Taoist Xiyun's eyes told Zhao Lang that he wanted to kill himself.

But this is a prehistoric place, if those guys can come here, why bother to get Hongjun to join him?
Comforting himself in his heart, Zhao Lang sat cross-legged.

After merging the recently acquired Dao Laws, he looked towards the mainland of China.

Now the human race has almost forgotten the Zhoushan saint, and even the countless temples before have disappeared under the great spells of those heavenly saints.

Cheng Tang was a little dissatisfied, knowing that the dynasty he founded was going to decline so soon.

Can't help but sigh.

However, everything is determined, Zhao Lang can only comfort him not to think too much.

The saint sect gradually subsided, and it seemed that there was no fighting.

However, this is the calm before the storm, at which time Chan, Jie, and Western religions are all recharging their energy.

One of the most obvious points is that all the disciples and grandchildren of the Saint Sect have greatly increased their cultivation base after the discussion in Zixiao Palace that day!
Of course, the disciples in Zhoushan Sect have not been affected by this for the time being.

For this point, Zhao Lang is still very happy.

Sitting cross-legged on the gazebo, Zhao Lang closed his eyes and meditated.

Right now, from time to time, he would take a look at the situation in the mainland of China in the wild.

Although the progress is slow, some clues can be gradually discovered.

The saint sects began to fight.

Among the human race, some Saint Sect disciples gradually appeared.

They lobbied and preached everywhere.

this day.

Zhao Lang is meditating with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the divine sense felt something again.

Habitually looking at the mainland of China, Zhao Lang looked for the source of cause and effect.

After a while, a person was found.

This person is somewhat interesting, but he is the youngest among the disciples and grandchildren of Zhou Shanzong.

His ancestor was the grandson of Zhou Shanzong, but in his generation, everyone has disappeared...

He stayed in a city around the mainland of China.

Has been reduced to begging on the street.

Zhao Lang saw that this was similar to Jin Yu's situation?
Watching this scene, he became interested.

Why is this kid already a mortal now, and why can he still cause my ancestor to notice him?
Thinking in his heart, Zhao Lang opened up the vast void...

This son's name is Shi Fan, and he looks like he is in his early fifteen or sixteen years old.

His parents died young, and the family was still somewhat famous in this city in the early years.

Because his father is a descendant of Zhou Shanzong's disciple and grandson, at the time of his ancestor's death, his father was lucky enough to practice cultivation for the first time.

But it's just the beginning, after the ancestor left, the family situation is getting worse day by day.

Today, Shi Fan is the only one left, living on the street...

The bustling city was bustling, and some people would give him something to eat when they saw Shi Fan. If he didn't, he would be hungry.

But there is something about this kid that Zhao Lang admires.

No matter how cold or hungry, he would never ask for help.

Observe for several days.

At this time, it is winter on the mainland of China.

In the middle of winter, Shi Fan squatted on the corner of the street, his thin clothes attracted many people to come to give alms.

Zhao Lang also secretly cast spells to keep him from freezing to death or starving to death.

"Yo? Isn't this the young master of the Shi family? You are here!"

On this day, several people passing by came to Shi Fan.

Seeing his obviously downcast appearance, he said humiliatingly.

Shi Fan has a high heart, and he seems unmoved by the other party's provocative words.

"What's the use of pretending? A cripple without spiritual power, no matter how good the ancestors are, what's the use?"

A few people joked for a while, and after feeling bored, they just put down such a sentence and left.

Shi Fan remained indifferent the whole time.

This seemed to be a calm state of mind that he shouldn't have at his age.

Zhao Lang was very pleased.

He observes his disciples not only to see their xinxing, cultivation, but most importantly, their character!
Jin Yu's character was good like before, and Shi Fan was even worse.

Since following Cheng Tang, Jin Yu can now be regarded as a small school of his own in the wild.

Carefree is enviable.

In his heart, he wanted to help Shi Fan, but Zhao Lang didn't want him to fall into the trap of Taoism again.

Even if there is no spiritual power, the wealthy side is not bad!
If he was contaminated with the practices of the practitioners in the prehistoric period, he would surely have karma with Zhou Shanzong sooner or later.

So, this evening.

When Shi Fan returned to the chicken feather shop, Zhao Lang turned into an old man and stopped him.

"Boy, you are destined for me."

Standing in front of Shi Fan, Zhao Lang smiled faintly.

However, the former raised his eyebrows and looked Zhao Lang's avatar up and down.

"Master, hurry up early, if you go in later, you won't be able to sleep in the Datong shop!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled wryly and shook his head, ready to enter.

This kind of chicken feather shop is a place where very poor people live. There are more than a dozen people sleeping on a stone bed, and chicken feathers are all under their bodies for warmth.

It can be seen how far Shi Fan's situation has reached at this time.

But Zhao Lang heard this.

"Huh? Being looked down upon by a grandson who doesn't know how many generations?"

He was taken aback, but he didn't get angry.

"Your ancestor was a disciple of Zhou Shanzong?"

Zhao Lang was unhurried, and after Shi Fan passed by him, he asked lightly.

The latter was shocked all of a sudden.

"how do you know!"

He turned around and stared at Zhao Lang.

It seemed as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Indeed, no one has mentioned Zhou Shanzong in front of him for a long time. On the one hand, it is because Zhou Shanzong has gradually faded out of the sight of the human race, and on the other hand, it is because he is an ordinary mortal without spiritual power, and Zhou Shanzong has nothing to do with it. .

Although Shi Fan didn't mention it, he still longed for it in his heart, and believed in Zhou Shanzong with all his heart.

"How do I know that you don't need to worry about it? Let me ask you, do you want to get ahead?"

Zhao Lang smiled lightly and asked.

The former looked suspiciously at the old man in front of him who seemed to be unable to stand still.

Indeed, there seemed to be a special feeling about him, which made him respect him more naturally.

Just don't know exactly why.

"think?"

Shi Fan tentatively replied.

Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction.

Reach out your hand and press gently.

Then a burst of spiritual power turned into a ten thousand zhang golden light, penetrating into Shi Fan's eyebrows.

There was a sense of transparency, the latter only had a kind of exhilaration that he had never experienced before, he couldn't help but groan, and came back to his senses again, looking in front of him, but there was no one there.

Shi Fan was shocked!

Could it be that some kind of fairy descended?
It must be the blessing of the sage ancestor of Zhoushanzong!

Thinking of this, Shi Fan, who was instilled in Zhoushan Zong's sage since childhood with a heart for the common people, could not help but knelt down on the ground and kowtowed nine times to the position of Buzhou Mountain.

However, he didn't know that Bu Zhoushan was there, and the position of kneeling was also reversed.

Even so, Zhao Lang was still very satisfied.

It is not difficult to change the luck of a mortal.

However, Zhao Lang was not in a hurry to withdraw his spiritual thoughts, but wanted to see how Shi Fan could use his luck and what kind of achievements he had.

But when the latter entered the chicken feather shop, Zhao Lang couldn't help but feel close to the two people who came up to him suddenly!
After thinking about it carefully...

Zhao Lang was taken aback.

Lovers!
How did it get down to this point!
(End of this chapter)