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

Chapter 322 Hongjun: Why is there no me!
However, the Taoist ancestor had an order, and as a disciple and a sage of heaven, Lao Dan naturally did not dare to disobey.

Sighing, he turned around and headed towards Zixiao Palace on the 33rd Heaven.

Lao Dan turned into a ball of fresh air and walked, and he came outside the main hall of Zixiao Palace without much effort.

A golden light flashed, and he was already standing in the hall in a blink of an eye.

In the hall, Hongjun sits on a futon, surrounded by spiritual power, which is extraordinary and refined.

However, his face was a bit ugly.

"Old Dan, you are the head of the Sanqing, Pan Gu is authentic, there are some things I won't tell you, but you should understand in your heart."

Hongjun's eyes were slightly closed, and he spoke lightly.

Old Dan saluted deeply, feeling a little puzzled.

"Patriarch Dao, this disciple doesn't understand..."

Hearing his words, Hongjun's eyes suddenly opened, and the spiritual pressure in the main hall of Zixiao Palace instantly rose to the extreme.

Although Lao Dan is the head of the Three Purities and the strongest among the Six Sages, he is no better than Hongjun after all.

After all, Hongjun is the ancestor of Taoism.

Lao Dan still had to listen to what he said, and he couldn't refute it.

"Keep a distance from Zhao Gongming."

Hongjun said in a deep voice.

He still felt a little awkward about Lao Dan, because the death pill was lost, so he always felt that it was the latter who did it.

I was always brooding about this matter in my heart, and even became a little black at one point.

"I'm good to Lao Dan! Why did he steal the death pill? Still don't admit it?"

This sentence always resounded in Hongjun's heart, so that his Dao heart was unstable for a while.

However, he didn't know the reason, Lao Dan was even more helpless.

"Ancestor Dao, Zhao Gongming invited Hong Huang to a banquet. Almost everyone was invited to attend. It would be bad if the disciples didn't go..."

Lao Dan gave a deep salute and asked respectfully.

Hongjun looked at Lao Dan.

"You have changed! Everything has changed!"

Thinking in his heart, he snorted coldly.

It was a good idea for Zhao Gongming to invite Hong Huang to a banquet, and indeed this was enough to show that the former was about to leave the customs.

But all the cultivators in the whole prehistoric world were invited to be powerful, but there was no Hongjun.

That's what really pissed him off.

Looking at Lao Dan, he sighed helplessly.

Lightly waved.

"Forget it, just go, but remember, you have to pass this word on to the rest of the saints..."

As he spoke, Hongjun's tone became more serious.

"You are the sages of heaven, Zhao Gongming is the sage of the Dao, and you will never be the same, so don't expect him to do anything. After I join the Dao, there will be no more sages of the Dao in Honghuang!"

"Okay, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand calmly, and a golden light appeared, and His Highness Lao Dan was instantly moved out of Zixiao Palace.

Sensing Daozu's strangeness, Lao Dan was a little helpless.

Straightening up, he breathed a sigh of relief and left.

Thinking in his heart, his expression became more dignified.

Obviously looking at it now, the Taoist ancestor is making things difficult for Zhao Gongming everywhere, and the latter is just inviting all the great powers of the past to gather in his own dojo, but Hongjun is thinking about it randomly.

The more I think about it, the more Lao Dan's respect for Hongjun diminishes...

For Zhao Lang, he became more and more optimistic.

Zhao Lang didn't know this, he just felt that someone was saying his name somewhere.

But it was just a momentary induction of karma, so he didn't think much about it.

Now that all the gold leafs have been sent out, there is no one left. Seeing that ten days later, the secret realm of the Dao Dao will be opened to let everyone enter his dojo. Thinking of this, Zhao Lang still has a little excitement in his heart.

It has been closed for countless thousands of years, and no one has ever been able to break into this dojo.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang looked outside the Primal Chaos Palace, at a dojo below the floating island. After careful examination, he decided to use this place as the main venue for the banquet. First of all, it was a big place.

At that time, he didn't know how many people would attend the meeting, so he still made preparations early.

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual power immediately manifested a high platform, on which there were guest and host seats.

There are also many large and small seats under it.

Nodding his head, Zhao Lang began to wait.

Years in prehistoric times are like the sun, and for a cultivator, ten days will soon pass.

On this day, came the day when Zhao Lang invited Da Neng, a cultivator from the wilderness, to a banquet.

Although Bu Zhoushan is still deserted on the surface, there is one most obvious change.

The Great Dao Secret Realm has been revoked.

The faint golden curtain disappeared.

Now the spiritual power in Buzhou Mountain is like a spring, bursting out vigorous life and spiritual power to the outside world.

Zhao Lang sat cross-legged in the Chaos Palace.

Under the mountain gate, all the disciples were divided into two rows facing each other and meditating on their own.

They are waiting.

It wasn't a lot of effort, around noon, several figures appeared from beyond the sky.

Sensing the spiritual power, Zhao Lang raised his eyes lightly, and laughed lightly after sweeping away his spiritual thoughts.

"Old Dan..."

Saying this in his mouth, he got up and left the throne, and with one step, he came to the gate of Zhoushan Sect.

Seeing the master's appearance, all the disciples stood up one after another.

At this time, a golden light fell from the sky.

Lao Dan stepped down the clouds in one step, beside him was the Great Master Xuandu and some immortal officials from the Heavenly Court.

The former smiled when he saw Zhao Lang.

It is very rare that Lao Dan is neither happy nor sad on weekdays, but now he is so happy because he saw Zhao Lang, which aroused the surprise of the heavenly court officials on the side.

"Sage Taiqing is really on time!"

Zhao Lang smiled lightly and went up to meet him.

Old Dan was really embarrassed to see this battle.

"Fellow Daoist Gongming, you Zhoushan Sect can be regarded as the number one sect in the prehistoric world!"

He sighed with emotion, and then looked at Xuandu who also had a very happy expression beside him.

The latter comprehended, stepped forward hurriedly, and took out two purple gold gourds from his sleeves.

"Senior, this is a newly refined elixir by Master, it is not a respect, please accept it."

As he spoke, he handed two purple gold gourds to Zhao Lang.

The grandson of Zhou Shanzong stepped forward to take it, but Zhao Lang said with a smile: "The sage of Taiqing is very polite."

"Where."

Old Dan smiled.

The two chatted very happily, but Zhao Lang caught a glimpse of several heavenly officials behind him.

"Ah, the Jade Emperor has been busy with things recently and couldn't get away, so he asked the old man to bring them here."

Lao Dan understood what Zhao Lang was thinking, and quickly explained.

Is the Jade Emperor really powerful now?

This hasn't fully controlled Honghuang yet, is that all?
Zhao Lang smiled faintly, and looked at Lao Dan, ignoring the salutes of those immortals at all.

"Please, Brother Dao, you haven't taken a good look at my Buzhou Mountain, have you?"

The two chatted and laughed and headed towards the mountain gate.

Although embarrassing, those immortal officials have to follow, after all, where is the Jade Emperor's will.

They also know that their situation is very embarrassing.

But there is no way, who let the Jade Emperor float away.

You know, no matter how powerful the Jade Emperor is, there is still no saint in the heavenly court, and Zhao Lang's Zhoushan sect is definitely No. 1 in the prehistoric world.

It would be Jade Emperor's loss not to make friends with Zhao Lang.

Even these immortal ministers thought so in their hearts.

Taking Lao Dan around for a while, people came one after another.

Now Buzhou Mountain is not deserted at all.

But I saw tens of thousands of cultivators, the generation of great powers, all came to the front of Buzhou Mountain.

Although Zhao Lang didn't greet them personally, they were still very excited.

why?
Because of a place like Buzhou Mountain, they never thought of setting foot in it in their life!
This is Zhao Gongming's dojo. In the past, even people like Daozu Hongjun couldn't break into it.

Or the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace in the past, or the famous figures in the prehistoric world.

Zhen Yuanzi, Patriarch Styx, a group of immortals...

Many, many.

There are even more people who come here than those who go to the Peach Fair in Heaven.

It can be seen from this that how many people are full of curiosity about Zhao Lang and Zhou Shanzong, and can't help but want to go there in person.

The guests do not enter Zhoushan.

It's amazing!
Zhao Lang allowed everyone to walk freely in the Buzhou Mountains today.

Don't worry about Zhao Lang.

They can go anywhere except the Chaos Palace and the disciple's cave.

When they came to the bamboo house, everyone admired Zhao Lang's scroll.

Someone was shocked.

"Good guy, is Zhoushan sage so skilled in painting?"

"There is obviously infinite spiritual power surging in these words!"

"I'm so lucky to come here to see you, Sansheng is definitely lucky!"

When they came to the mountain, everyone saw the beautiful peach forest.

Someone exclaimed.

"This kind of paradise actually exists in Buzhou Mountain!"

"Yeah, I always thought Buzhou Mountain was that kind of uninhabited place!"

When they came to the gazebo, everyone saw a chessboard endgame.

someone exclaimed.

"This chessboard formation secretly connects the five elements, contains gossip, and deduces the evolution of all living beings!"

"That's right! Even an endgame is so amazing, I want to see if I can break it!"

"You're crazy, can you compare with the Zhoushan sage? You can also break his old man's mess?"

Turning his gaze to the teacup, those with sharp eyes feel that there seems to be a mystery hidden in the teapot.

Pour out a cup, hold it in your hand and watch it, and you will be shocked again!
"My God! There is such a strong spiritual power in this tea!"

"Yeah, it seems that the water is made of spiritual power!"

"Just take a sip, and I'm afraid the cultivation base will be greatly improved!"

"Don't worry, I'll try it first!"...

Today, Zhao Lang gave an amnesty, but those who are invited can do whatever they want in Buzhou Mountain.

However, most of the prehistoric cultivators went around under the leadership of Zhou Shanzong's disciples, with only one thought in mind.

If you give me such a place, I can also retreat for countless thousands of years!
(End of this chapter)