Hong Huang: My brother Bai Ze is definitely not a great cook

Xiniu Hezhou, Lingshan.

It had been three months since they escaped back. It took them a lot of time to get there. They stayed for less than half an hour, and it took them another three months to escape.

Not only the disciples in the West, but Maitreya also returned to the West with them.

The amulet is broken and a new one is needed.

In response, Zhunti expressed great pain.

Maitreya, the pharmacist, and Qinyuan knelt in front of the saint's residence and remained silent.

The saint lives in a remote place in Lingshan.

There is no gold medal here, just a poor thatched house.

This is the highest state of the West. You keep saying you are poor all day long until you even believe it.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Zhunti's voice echoed in the void.

From this voice, you can hear a bit of Zhunti's anger.

"Uncle Zhunti, we understand our mistake." The three of them said in unison.

"That's right!" Zhunti's voice suddenly became louder and faster, with a hint of resentment:

"You should just wait, not show up, just hide your presence in the dark and wait for the treasure to be born. Just grab it and run away. You actually came to the stage. I am very disappointed."

Hearing this, Qin Yuan had black streaks all over his head. What kind of saint is he? Does he really have no face at all?

Qin Yuan suddenly felt that he might have made a wrong choice.

The pharmacist frowned and said in confusion: "Uncle Zhunti, if we run away, the three of us can run away by ourselves, but what about the other junior brothers? How can they escape the pursuit of the immortals of that sect?"

"What do you care about what they do?" Zhunti's voice was filled with anger:

"Wouldn't I personally save them? As long as you hold the treasure, Taiqing will have nothing to say if I save you."

Zhunti's words are very reasonable and very consistent with his behavior.

He has always been hiding, grabbing things and running away at the critical moment. If other disciples can't escape, he will be the master. He doesn't believe it even if he mentions it. If the disciples of the three religions are to be killed, how can they, the Sanqing, be punished? ?

What's the reason why a saint can't take action...

Zhunti felt the same as Ming Jing, there was no problem at all between saints and saints as long as they didn't fight in the wilderness.

There is no need to say more about saving disciples.

To say that there is no end is pure fart! Which saint can let go of these direct disciples? Zhunti dare to say that even the Sanqing cannot ignore them.

He saved his disciples and received a severe beating, but it didn't matter because he couldn't die anyway.

You have to seize your own advantages, right?

Zhunti knew clearly that he was the "shame" of a saint, but that didn't matter, he had the characteristics of a saint.

He can achieve immortality, and his soul will always exist in the heaven.

The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth twitched slightly. This saint was really...

Yes...so cool!

Dough? What is dough? Is it important to obtain the treasure?

His saint is immortal and can be resurrected even after death. He was slapped twice by Taiqing and could not die. Although I lost my face, I still have the treasure and I still have merit.

This is accurate.

Although I don’t know how such a person became a saint, even though I was a bit poor as a wise master back then, I was at least better than this saint...

Can this also lead to sanctification?

"That's all, the key calculation is not here anyway. Let's talk about the human race later."

Zhunti sighed lightly.

Zhunti was helpless.

Regarding the calculation of the human race, this is a very important step.

However, even he himself had no hope for this step.

It would be fine if no one established a religion in the East, but what is the situation in the East already like?

Even Chanjiao and Jiejiao have come to an end and established the Immortal Sect.

In this case, the only thing you can do is...

Zhunti took a deep breath.

I thought about the next step in my mind.

"Brother, what do you think our next step should be?"

In the thatched house, Zhunti asked Qi Yin beside him.

Jieyin's face was neither sad nor happy, and his tone was calm:

"Three thousand world."

Zhunti nodded after hearing this:

"The next step for the human race is to gradually move into the Three Thousand Worlds. Then we...should take in the remnants of the demon race first."

"Not bad." Jieyin nodded.

The remnants of the demon clan cannot be said to be remnants, but some little demons who have not shouldered karma.

Taiyi finally adopted this policy, sending all those with little or no karma into the three thousand worlds to spread their branches and leaves.

The advantage of this is that the demon clan will never become extinct.

The disadvantages are also very obvious. The Three Thousand Worlds and the Great Desolate are in a superior and inferior relationship, and they are in a state of isolation.

Let them develop freely and spread their branches, and it is inevitable that they will forget about heaven after many years.

However, this is the best way to protect the demon clan.

It’s okay to forget about heaven.

Because the demon-calling gourd is still in Taiyi's hand.

The contract their 'ancestors' had made with Di Jun still exists today.

"But...senior brother, the demon clan's demon summoning flag..."

"Why."

Jie Yin sighed.

This is the most difficult point.

How to get the demon clan to cooperate with them?

This is obviously impossible.

Today's demon clan is dominated by Kunpeng. The entire demon clan's karma, demon king, and demon god are all in the body of that old bastard in Beihai. They all only listen to Kunpeng's orders.

Although Kunpeng obeyed Taiyi's orders, but...

The corner of Jie Yin's mouth twitched slightly.

Obviously, Tai Yi is not a smart man. He probably obeyed the will of the Emperor of Heaven 100% and let Kun Peng handle 98% of the things.

"Go with the flow, follow the way of nature."

"Brother, can you explain it more clearly?"

"I can't help it, just do whatever you want."

Zhunti: "..."

"Brother, I have a plan, but I don't know if I should tell you."

"What plan?"

"Become a god through incense."

Jie Yin was slightly startled and tilted his head to look at his brother.

That look seemed to ask, are you serious?

This is tantamount to pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

Seize the authority of the Heavenly Court?

Zhunti looked very serious:

"Brother, they will not accept my Western sect to be established in Dongzhou, so I have to resort to this last resort, otherwise when will my Western sect be revived."

Without entering the East, there is no hope of revival.

This is Zhunti's idea. No matter how the West develops, no matter how strong their Western religion is, Zhunti still feels that it is not enough, far from enough.

They are not even as good as Jiejiao in the West, how can it be considered a revival?

At the very least, the luck should be equal to that of the Chan and Jie sects combined, right?

Moreover, the West originally became monks from a side sect, and the incense and fire path is the most compatible with them.

However...

Zhunti was extremely anxious.

Including Baichuan, it seems that everyone has set their sights on the incense and fire path.

He must join as soon as possible, otherwise they will have no chance in the West!

After cursing Qingqiu again in his heart, Zhunti said:

"Brother, Brother Baichuan has already started this path."

Zhunti's last sentence made Jie Yin's face calm down, no longer in a trance.

This time, he, the West, also followed.