"If you say this, my disciple understands. Master, if I go out and tell people that I am a disciple of Lord Tongtian, as long as you build a temple for me, I will be protected by Lord Tongtian, and I should be able to absorb their faith.
Then, did you become a god?" Mo Ranchen asked excitedly.
But the leader of Tongtian Cult still had a black look on his face and angrily said: "Why did I accept such an evil disciple like you? If you want to absorb faith, you must use your own name. What does it mean to use the name of your master to swindle and discredit me?"
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"Master, my disciple realizes his mistake, but if he doesn't do this, how can he absorb the faith?"
When Mo Ranchen saw that the leader of Tongtian was angry, he immediately apologized. At such a speed, Tongtian was embarrassed to blame him.
"Think for yourself." Leader Tongtian said angrily, casually throwing a beam of light into Mo Ranchen's forehead.
"Belief becomes a god?" Mo Ranchen had already seen the technique in his mind, which could be used to assist in practice with the Shangqing Immortal Technique. When he looked back, the leader of Tongtian Cult had already left.
Mo Ranchen had no choice but to understand the meaning by himself.
"Should I proclaim myself a god, or think of a Taoist title?"
Soon, Mo Ranchen learned how to become a god through faith. The method to become a god through belief was simple, but the method of cultivation was to absorb faith. He didn't seem to have such a thing as faith.
"Hmm? This is it?"
Mo Ranchen looked around him, and as he operated the method of believing in becoming a god, some light spots appeared.
"This is the power of will!"
"That's not right. I haven't been in Datang for a long time. It's impossible for anyone to believe in me, let alone have the power to wish."
"No matter, let's absorb it first and then talk."
As Mo Ranchen absorbed the wish power all over his body, a qi was generated in Mo Ranchen's body. As the qi increased, Mo Ranchen appeared in the spiritual sea, and soon, the soul was born.
At dawn, Mo Ranchen also woke up from his practice. He was greatly surprised when he looked at his own cultivation.
"This speed is so fast. It has reached the level of refining qi and becoming a god. It only saves decades of time."
Mo Ranchen absorbed those wishes and knew the source of those wishes.ωωw..net
"Those readers whose will comes from the Three Kingdoms, but the author is Luo Guanzhong, why do their wishes gather on me? Is it because in this world, there is no author, and the faith falls on the person who sells this book? Or maybe it is because there is no author in this world.
, they regard me as the author?”
Mo Ranchen thought that was what was going on, so he washed up and went to open the business. Today, there were not many people. Princess Changle got married yesterday. Most of those people were drunk. They probably haven't woken up yet.
After breakfast, Mo Ranchen sat in front of the counter, playing with the Qingping sword in his hand. He didn't know much about swordsmanship, so he couldn't use the sword's strength for the time being. However, the sword released a sword energy casually,
It can make Mo Ranchen's soul disappear. Mo Ranchen knew the purpose of this sword when he picked it up.
However, at that time, Mo Ranchen had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation and could not use the Qingping Sword at all. But now, with his ability, even if he can use the Qingping Sword, he cannot exert much strength. However, it is enough for self-defense.
Well, if you encounter a character like Guanyin, Qingping Sword has its own sword spirit, and it will fight the enemy on its own.
"Good morning, Fellow Daoist Mo." Yang Chan walked into the study garden and saw Mo Ranchen playing with the Qingping Sword. She was surprised that the uncle was so kind to this disciple and even gave him the Qingping Sword.
"Third Holy Mother, why are you here again?" Mo Ranchen felt a little tired when he saw Yang Chan, and looked disgusted.
"Friend Daoist Mo, I have no grudges against you in the past or recent times. Why are you so unwelcome to me?" Yang Chan asked doubtfully.
"Didn't I say it? You gods are too troublesome. You always like to intrigue and play tricks. If you are not careful, you will be in a catastrophic situation. I don't want to get involved with you." Mo Ranchen grabbed Qingping Sword.
Holding it in hand, he replied.
"Fellow Daoist Mo has already accepted Master Tongtian as his disciple. After all, he is still my junior brother. In this case, you should call me senior sister." Yang Chan suddenly thought.
"Greetings to senior sister." Mo Ranchen cupped his hands and said.
Yang Chan smiled and said, "That's right. Junior brother has already entered the situation. Since he has taken over Jie Jiao's mess, how can he stay out of it?"
"Although junior brother has entered the situation, he is still weak. We don't want to involve a few behemoths as soon as he comes. Junior brother is still young." Mo Ranchen said with a smile, why don't you let this trouble go?
"Junior brother, you have already been involved in the Heavenly Court, the Wa Palace, and Buddhism, which are the top behemoths. Do you still care about involving a few more? Moreover, you have already been involved in Jiejiao, haven't you?" Yang Chan asked back.
road.
It seems that being so close to Yang Chan directly involves these three families. Yang Chan belongs to the Wa Palace, and his brother is on the list of gods in heaven. Buddhism plots against their Yang family, and Chan teaches watching the show nearby, which indirectly harms their family. Sometimes
, and also helped drag Tianting and Wa Palace.
Questions came one after another. Mo Ranchen just wanted to say, I am still young and don’t want to play with you!
Yang Chan seemed to be planning to stay in Changle Book Garden without helping. She left a few spiritual stones and moved in. Mo Ranchen didn't care about her anymore. As she said, Mo Ranchen had already
From the moment I became a Jiejiao disciple, I could no longer stay away from the situation, and my journey to the West was about to begin.
Mo Ranchen already knew that his cultivation relied on writing books, so Mo Ranchen knew that it was time to start a new book.
Write on the paper: Zhu Xian.
Time: Unknown, it should be very early, very long ago.
Location: The vast land of China.
Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs!
There are no gods in this world, but since time immemorial, human beings have witnessed all kinds of strange things in the world around them, including lightning and thunder, natural and man-made disasters, countless casualties, and tragedies everywhere. It is absolutely beyond the power of human beings to stop them.
So I thought it was above the nine heavens
, there are all kinds of gods, and under the Nine Netherworld, it is also the place where the ghosts return, the palace of Yama. Therefore, the theory of gods spreads throughout the world. Countless human beings sincerely worship, worship and pray for blessings to the various gods created by their own imagination.
Complaints, incense flourishes...
...No more water.
"My current customers are basically mortals. Therefore, the book "Zhu Xian" describes a world without gods and immortals. It is enough to write it for mortals. I will write it later after the customer base has expanded.
Others.”
"Surprisingly, in the name of Zhu Xian, a world without gods and immortals is so interesting. Don't be fooled by the title of teacher." Leader Tongtian sensed that his disciple was chanting Zhu Xian's name, so he took a look and found out.
Mo Ranchen opened a new book, and because he had written a good book about the Three Kingdoms before, he subconsciously read it and felt good about it.
"Why are you so lazy? Just write two chapters. When will you see the ending?"
Mo Ranchen looked at the two chapters of the book written in front of him with satisfaction. Even though he had reached the state of refining qi and becoming a god, Mo Ranchen was still a little lazy. The calligraphy was too troublesome. He would still find a way to hire someone to write the book in the future. He was