When he walked out of the gate of No. 3 Middle School, Xu Ji was smiling.
The people surrounding him smiled even more happily.
Especially Fang Ming!
"Mr. Xu... if you have anything, please call me anytime!" Fang Ming held Xu Ji's hand and said seriously.
"Okay!" Xu Ji certainly agreed.
To be honest, he really wanted this big shot with hands and eyes as bright as the sky.
But not now, but in the future.
After the golden elixir!
Once the golden elixir is condensed, Blue Star's current spiritual energy level will not be able to support him to continue practicing.
Xu Ji could only prepare for a rainy day.
He estimated that after his golden elixir, he would probably have to go to space to practice.
Probably only the sunlight in outer space can provide him with the power that Blue Star cannot obtain.
However, the golden elixir in the mythical world can only control the sky and cannot enter or leave the Qingming.
Therefore, he can only cooperate with the state.
Take a ride on a spaceship and head to space.
Not only do you ask for things from people when you go up, but you also ask for things from people when you come down.
Golden elixir monks definitely have no possibility of returning to the atmosphere by relying on their own abilities.
…
Watching the 'Rebirth Immortal Lord' drive away.
Fang Ming sighed slightly, his back already soaked.
"As expected of the reborn Immortal Lord!" He thought to himself.
As a martial arts master, he is an S-class warrior by today's international standards.
Even in ancient times, in the golden age of martial arts, the great master of martial arts was also the leader of a force.
In troubled times, he is a vassal, and in prosperous times, he is a general.
Fang Ming's perception and sensitivity of qi movement are far beyond ordinary people. He can sense some things that ordinary people cannot sense.
And just now, he knew that the smiling young man next to him did not belong to the category of 'human' at all!
The surging Qi and blood are as hot as volcanic lava.
Just by getting closer, his own energy and blood were firmly pressed into his body by the surging and hot energy, and he didn't even dare to show his head.
This is already crushing.
Therefore, Fang Ming had no doubt that the 'Rebirth Immortal Lord' had the ability to fight against modern weapons.
Even catching cannonballs with bare hands may not be impossible.
This is just the power of Qi and blood.
If you use 'spells' and 'supernatural powers', even fighter jets may not be able to do anything about it.
After taking a deep breath, Fang Ming turned back and looked at the people following him.
The principal and teacher of this school...
The person in charge of relevant parties in Tancheng City...
There are also those representatives of the large conglomerates lingering on the periphery.
He cleared his throat and said, "Did everyone understand Mr. Xu's instructions?"
Everyone nodded in unison.
"Then let me carry it out completely without any compromise!"
"Director Tan!" Fang Ming waved his hand and called his old subordinates: "You are responsible for executing and implementing this matter!"
"No problem!" Director Tan immediately agreed with a smile.
Others also patted their chests and assured that no one would disobey the imperial envoy's instructions.
Especially, it's just a matter of spending money.
And it’s not even your own money spent.
The representative of Cosmos Bank even issued a military order on the spot, saying, "We at Cosmos Bank will do our best to make payments and supervise what Mr. Xu requested."
People from the Tancheng City Education Bureau and the District Education Bureau also expressed their commitment to ensure that every penny is spent wisely.
The principal of the No. 3 Middle School and the people at the top and bottom are even more willing to issue a military order to ensure that all donation projects are implemented on time, according to quality, quantity, and at designated points.
no way!
This afternoon, an outstanding and well-known alumnus completely became a money-splitting boy.
Donate more than a small goal to build a teaching building.
We also signed several additional agreements.
Including donating another small goal to build brand new faculty dormitories and student dormitories.
And a full donation to build a modern library, middle and high school chemistry, physics laboratories, etc.
Added up, donations for several small goals!
In addition, many visiting representatives of large financial groups are also willing to donate.
Although these large financial groups have not donated money (they dare not).
But a lot of equipment was pledged and donated.
They are all the most advanced things in the world!
Relevant parties in Tancheng City have already promised that starting from this year, educational resources will be allocated to No. 3 Middle School.
As for No. 3 Middle School, I am still confused to this day.
Until Fang Ming left.
Each of the consortium representatives also got into luxury cars and left.
Everyone still can't believe what happened this afternoon.
But unfortunately, all of this is so real!
"Is our No. 3 Middle School going to rise?" the fifty-five-year-old principal muttered to himself.
"Yeah!" The person next to him nodded vigorously: "We are going to rise!"
There is no shortage of money, equipment, and policies.
Tancheng No. 3 Middle School will definitely become a famous school in Tancheng!
From now on, No. 3 Middle School will become Tan City’s business card!
…
At the end of August, the Beginning of Autumn has passed.
The wheat fields outside Ji City are already golden.
Heavy ears of wheat hang in the fields.
Countless birds and wasps formed groups of birds and bees, flying across the wheat fields.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a tornado.
The windmill rotates creakingly.
Clear river water flows in channels extending in all directions.
From time to time, the figure of a child appears in the ditch.
In their hands, they all carried strings of fish strung up with straw ropes.
The autumn wind blows and the wheat waves turn.
Looking at everything in front of them, the former Ju people had happy smiles on their faces.
"It's all the blessing of God!" the old people said: "How could we have such a life in the past?"
“I’m not even full!”
Young people are looking eagerly towards the south.
Where is the direction of Liucheng.
"Tianzun has not been here for three years!" A young man sighed.
"Yes!" This statement immediately resonated with those other people: "It's been three years!"
"I heard that Tianzun is waiting for the students under the holy tree to condense the golden elixir before he is willing to come to earth again and educate all people!" said a well-informed person.
Others felt sorry when they heard this, and couldn't help complaining: "It's been three years, why is there still no one who has condensed the golden elixir?"
"How can cultivation be so easy?"
"What's more, what Tianzun preached is a brand new avenue, which leads directly to eternal life!"
"With such a great road, it is of course extremely difficult to make any progress!"
Nowadays, monks are not uncommon in China.
Moreover, it is something that people can encounter every day.
Even, we are neighbors and friends.
Everything about monks is no longer mysterious.
Cultivation, Taoism, and magical powers have already entered thousands of households.
appear in people's daily lives.
Therefore, the mystery of Taoism and magical power is no longer there.
Even farmers can tell a lot about this.
"Everyone..." At some point, a man in a green robe appeared in front of the farmers who were enjoying the cool weather in the pavilion beside the field and chatting.
He slightly cupped his hands and said, "I have come from afar. I don't know where this place is."
The farmers glanced at the stranger, and an old man stood up and replied: "This is Ju County under the rule of the State of Hua!"
"Where do the guests come from?"
The visitor smiled, raised his head, and revealed a young, kind, and handsome face: "Pindao came across the sea from Dongsheng Shenzhou!"
"I heard that there seems to be a sign of the birth of the Holy King in the Eastern Land, so I came here to follow the Holy King and make achievements!"
This rhetoric is impeccable.
Since the Three Emperors ruled the world, the Five Emperors have established their destiny, and the human race has spread to every tribe and state in the Three Realms.
Whenever a holy king is born, the monks in other states will feel it.
Then they came from all directions and worked tirelessly.
The Chinese people are also familiar with this young man's rhetoric.
In the past few years, Tianzun has been in retreat.
But there is an endless stream of monks, monsters, and witches from all over the place.
Therefore, the old man immediately said: "It turns out we are a visitor from afar!"
He had no doubt that Ju County was originally a country on the coast of the East China Sea.
As the Shui tribe went to sea and the Dragon tribe of the East China Sea also joined in the great cause of digging up dung stones to exchange for incense.
Jujun has also built several large terminals.
In the past two years, there have indeed been monks and monsters coming from places like Dongsheng Shenzhou and Beiju Luzhou one after another.
Last year, hundreds of demon clans even came from Beiju Luzhou.
"Guests can go to the government office in Ji City and register!" The old man introduced enthusiastically: "If you are suitable, the committee will arrange a mission for you!"
"Official office?" The young man chewed on the word.
"Has the Taoist tradition been completely established?" He thought in his mind, and then he raised his hands and said kindly to the old man: "I am a newbie, and I still don't understand many things. I hope my father-in-law can clear up my doubts!"
As he spoke, he took out a handful of shriveled fruit from his arms.
These fruits are red all over, with obvious traces of spiritual energy: "It's just a small gift, not respectful!"
When he thought about it, ordinary people like this would have their eyes widened when they saw such a spiritual fruit, right?
Unexpectedly, everyone in the pavilion laughed when they saw the spiritual fruit in his hand.
"Young man, please don't take out these things!" The old man smiled and said, "We don't lack these things either!"
"If you don't believe it, look back and see the wheat fields behind you!"
When the young man heard this, he was stunned for a while. He quietly loosened the tight restraint on his soul. When he looked back, he was shocked!
Because, in his soul's perception, the spiritual energy of the stretching wheat fields was intertwined and surrounded like a cyclone.
There is a large amount of spiritual food in this mortal's farmland!
He couldn't help but swallowed: "This... this..."
"On the Pure Land Spiritual Mountain, there are Buddhist Taoist soldiers cultivating Buddhist fields!"
"Buddha fields are all transformed by the spiritual veins of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and the spiritual energy radiated from the fairy mountains!"
"The spiritual food produced in it is offered before the Buddha to help the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and their disciples practice and understand the Dharma!"
"But, where is this place? There is such a large amount of spiritual food!"
"Although it is not as large as the Buddhist fields in Lingshan, but in terms of the number of the Buddhist fields in the Pure Land of Lingshan combined, I am afraid it is not as good as the number of wheat fields that I perceive!"
In his mind's perception, this mortal rural area in Nanzhan Continent has more than a million acres of rolling wheat fields.
The perception coming from the feedback from the soul is that these wheat fields where spiritual food is grown are endless and undulating.
Not only that, above these wheat fields, he felt the aura of demons.
These breaths may be large or small.
But every strand is pure, clear, and bright, without any bloody aura, not to mention the slightest bit of ferocity.
Is this a demon clan?
Aren’t the monsters supposed to eat their hair and drink their blood, eat human beings, commit such heinous crimes, and have everyone shout for beatings?
How is this going?
He couldn't help but loosen his restraint a little again, allowing the soul's perception ability to continue to expand.
Then……
He was stunned.
In the perception of his soul.
A majestic, holy, bright, entwined with infinite morality, and rendered with countless auspicious colors, the holy tree stands tall and towering over the sky and the earth, covering everything.
Let his soul subconsciously worship him.
He couldn't help but clasping his hands together and kneeling down to pay homage to the supreme holy tree, the tree of the avenue!
This is an instinct engraved in his soul.
It’s also a habit!
Because, Sage Zhunti also has such a sacred tree.
Bodhi tree!
That is the tree where saints established religion, the holy tree of wisdom that shades Hezhou in Xiniu.
It is also the immortal tree of Western religion!
In a sense, the Bodhi Tree is the Chunti Saint, and the Chunti Saint is the Bodhi Tree!
And in his consciousness, since the Lich Tribulation, when the demon clan's Fusang Holy Tree was severely damaged and fell into a dying state, there was only one great avenue holy tree in the Three Realms, the Bodhi Tree of Saint Zhunti.
The sacred sycamore tree cultivated by successive emperors of the Xiahou family has not entered the ranks of the sacred trees of the avenue.
The other holy trees did not even survive the Huiyuan Tribulation, and had already decayed and died in the great calamity.
In the Three Realms, when was a new sacred tree born?
Who planted him?
Cut off the leader?
How can it be?
But if it’s not the leader of Jie, then who is it?
The young man's mind was in a state of confusion, and his Zen heart could not help but tremble.
He knows the terror and horror of the Great Avenue Sacred Tree!
Because, he had witnessed with his own eyes that the Bodhi Tree killed hundreds of thousands of Asuras who rushed to Nanzhanbuzhou from the Nine Nether Sea of Blood!
The Bodhi Tree did not even use its full strength.
Those hundreds of thousands of Asuras have been killed by the power of the Holy Tree!
The young man's Zen mind finally lost its hold.
His sealed consciousness was completely opened.
This made him feel something more.
The branches of the holy tree hang down in the sky, as if they have opened a curtain of light, covering thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and fields.
However, those branches are young and slender.
It is far less ancient and vicissitudes than the Bodhi tree.
The scent of the holy tree is also hazy, green and ignorant.
He spotted the young man almost immediately.
Then, a hazy feeling arose from the young man's soul.
Friendly, cordial...
Young people understand this feeling.
"He's greeting me?"
"He is curious about me?" The young man was shocked.
Because he knew that this sacred tree was not yet mature.
He is still a sapling!
A sacred tree of enlightenment that already possesses the same power as the sacred Bodhi tree in its infancy?!
The young man's soul seemed to be shrouded in ice.
And he quickly smelled a familiar smell from his soul perception.
A familiar smell involuntarily emanated from that young enlightenment sacred tree.
That is……
"Taisutian...the sacred tree of the demon clan...the smell of hibiscus wood!"
"Empress Taisu Tiannuwa, broke off the treasure symbolizing the vitality of the hibiscus tree from the hibiscus tree, and used the magical power of a saint to bless this holy tree?"
"The alliance between the Demon Cult and the Jie Cult has actually reached this point?"
Fusang wood is the root of the demon clan, and it is also the last bit of vitality of the demon clan!
After the catastrophe of the Lich, Saint Nuwa used her own merits and countless spiritual treasures to nurture the holy tree, hoping to hang on to the last hope of the Demon clan.
Not to mention breaking off branches from the hibiscus tree, even if the hibiscus tree loses a leaf, the saint Nuwa will be sad for a long time!
The young man took a deep breath.
He knew that his mission encountered major challenges from the beginning.
Intercepting teachings is not kind to people's hearts.
But that’s not necessarily the case with demon sects. (To be continued)
