"How could it be, how could it be."

Many disciples and elders applauded, swore and swore that they were sincerely loyal to the leader and had no other intentions.

If you have two minds, three swords and six holes, you will die without a burial place.

At this moment, a hearty laughter suddenly came from outside the door.

"Everyone, everyone, my little brother is far away in another county. It's a long journey and he's a little late. Don't blame me."

The person who came was holding a unilateral hand and having a wealthy face. He was none other than Jin Gongming, the God of Wealth.

Everyone present could not help but frown. This Jin Gongming was not good at what he was doing and was competing for the first place.

I suddenly felt a bit disgusted.

Jin Gongming stepped into the main hall and saluted Luo Feng: "My little brother pays homage to the leader."

In the past few years, Jin Gongming relied on his wealth and was not willing to accept the inferiority. Today he came here to bow down, determine the status, and divide the big and small.

Luo Feng felt a little more at ease, and said with a cheerful smile: "Brother Gongming, come as soon as you come, why are you carrying things?"

Everyone looked at Jin Gongming's hand and saw that it was a space ring. At this moment, they were taking out gifts one after another.

"My brothers are the same, the same."

After paying homage to Luo Feng, Jin Gongming carried the gifts with a smile on his face, walked up to the elders and disciples, and presented the gifts one by one.

For a time, everyone felt a little relieved about Jin Gongming's former unruliness.

Since ancient times, money can communicate with gods, but money is not everything. Without money, nothing can be done.

All of you here are heroes, and the Star King has descended to earth, but a penny in this world cannot help a hero.

After giving the gift, Jin Gongming returned to his original place, looked serious, and bowed his hands.

"Brother Rongzhen, my little brother, in addition to many gifts, also brought one million yuan as start-up capital."

"One million guan is at the foot of the mountain. Please count it, brother, the leader."

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes and sighed: "It's a waste, it's a waste."

Jin Gongming's eyelids twitched and he said loudly: "I am also an elder of our religion. Although I am worshiping the elders, we are still part of the same family."

"If one family doesn't talk about the other two families, and if the elder brother doesn't accept it, how can he calm everyone's hearts?"

"If new people join the mountain in the future, how can we show our sincerity?"

There are words in Jin Gongming's words, but only sinister people can understand these words. Everyone present is an honest man and a hero, so how can you understand them?

Luo Feng just relied on his heroic spirit to pull Jin Gongming to the fourth chair and pushed him to sit down.

Looking around at everyone, he suddenly said loudly: "Brother Gongming, in the future he will become the fourth person in Qingshan, and the elder of our Xinghan Sect."

"It makes sense to you guys."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The elders and disciples below were surprisingly unanimous and agreed.

So what if you don't agree with it, if you really force the God of Wealth away, it will be much more troublesome to make money.

Another heavyweight arrived, and he had already arrived, so Luo Feng led a group of believers to offer incense to the gods, made promises and concluded a contract.

In the joyful and lively atmosphere, the hall is filled with a happy and comfortable atmosphere.

From Mohism to Taoism, and even hundreds of schools... all the differences in the past, the life-and-death battles in doctrine, the grievances and hatreds that were once so heart-breaking, at this moment, seem to have been swept away by the sacred incense offered to the heavens.

, I just feel that the saints in heaven and earth have enjoyed the wine and cigarettes, and are staggering drunkenly in the air, preparing to bless the people in the temple...

Mohists and Confucians put aside their grudges and work together, the Taoist factions are as cordial as each other, regardless of each other, all the schools of thought are talking and laughing, hello, me, hello, everyone...

Do you believe it? Whether you believe it or not, Fangzheng Luo Feng believes it and sees it clearly and clearly.

He wasn't worried at all about this.

You have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.

Everyone has his own calculations.

In full view of everyone, Luo Feng smiled and took out a karma map with shining light.

The divine light shines on it, and the runes of the avenue are inviolable. The sacred pressure is inviolable. The lines are all true runes, and every trace of them is the mountains and rivers.

The most precious treasure of Shinto - the true spiritual industry bitmap of the land of the mountain god!

The four elders in the sect had different expressions, and based on their own positions, they made different choices.

Liu Daoren's eyes flashed, he stood up and cupped his hands and said: "I dare to ask the leader, what is this."

Luo Feng nodded and said: "This is the map of true spiritual karma, and it is the foundation of our Star Han religion."

Holding the divine picture in hand, he climbed up the steps and faced the leader of the disciples below.

Luo Feng said loudly: "Whoever is here is either a great sage or a hermit, and the worst is a disciple who can read and write."

"What is our goal?"

Many disciples said in unison: "Make the world a better place and make the people richer and healthier."

Luo Feng nodded: "Yes, that's exactly the case. But to do this, you need to have your own power."

"The path of cultivation in the world can be divided into two categories: martial arts and Qi training."

"The resources of the former are monopolized by the imperial court, and they can be killed by the human sea tactics. The latter seems bright, but it is the destiny of the imperial court to refine its qi. If you use other people's lower-level energy, you can never surpass it."

"There is a vast unknown ahead, so where is our path?!"

Many disciples, including four elders, looked at the true spiritual industry map.

Luo Feng unfolded the divine map and manifested hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers, with brilliance shining everywhere and Taoism flowing everywhere, from the three mountains and five mountains to the eight great emperors, down to the land in the countryside.

Everyone who saw it was mesmerized and yearning for it.

"Ahem."

Luo Feng coughed lightly, bringing everyone back to reality, and explained: "The imperial court possesses the energy of humanity, and now it is getting stronger and stronger. It is impossible for us to fight for the destiny of humanity, so we have to find other ways."

"In this world, in addition to the way of humanity, there is also the way of heaven and earth."

"The way of heaven is illusory and cannot be achieved without great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunity. However, the way of heaven is different. What we step on is the earth of the world!"

"Man comes from the earth and is closest to the earth."

"The imperial court can practice humanity, and we can practice the Tao."

"The great hero has millions of lions, countless Mohist technologies, and many monks who are dedicated to him. We also have hundreds of millions of gods of mountains and rivers, and countless Anxing Shejiang land."

Luo Feng held up the divine picture, the treasures were solemn, and his words were convincing.

Jin Gongming, who was newly entered, rolled his eyes and couldn't help but asked curiously: "May I ask Brother Master, where does this picture come from?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone paid attention.

Luo Feng smiled calmly: "Yesterday, I dreamed of a god and man, and it was a gift from heaven."

Jin Gongming's mouth twitched and he was speechless.

It is also strange that the Dream God can actually bring out the supreme artifact that has been consecrated to the earth god as soon as he intervenes.

Don't ask, ask, it's your destiny.

Castle Peak

One year.

Two years.

ten years.

century.

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Time passes unconsciously.

Luo Feng is sitting on the Qingshan treasure platform, his temples are gray. He is already one hundred and fifty years old in this life.

Unlike those who practice qi, martial artists have a long lifespan. One hundred and fifty years before becoming a master is already the limit.
Chapter completed!