"Old Master, you smoke." The mansion of the Dragon Tiger Mountain is filled with the sounds of flattering people from various sects. Among them, there are some heads and elders.

Zhang Xuan waved his hand, and he sat in the main seat and pressed against everyone again.

After a while, the noisy crowd gradually calmed down.

"I know the intention of everyone here. Our Taoist sect is in harmony, not to mention that the sects of most of you are all established by the same Taoist sect."

He paused, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then continued.

"Walking in the post of God day and night, those with power and those with virtue live in it. More than 300 people came tonight, and there were only more than 200 positions. One carrot and one pit, who should be chosen and who should be given up?"

When a group of people heard this, they immediately fell into thinking.

"Gugugugu"

The sound of hunger sounded in the hall where the needle could be heard.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the sound source in unison.

He was a shabby old Taoist priest, about fifty years old, with kind eyebrows and eyes. He could still find a few dark hairs in his white hair.

"Hahaha, when you come, you may not have time to eat. It's okay, I, Longhu Mountain, have been prepared." The old master waved his hand and shouted outside the hall.

“Send meal.”

After the words came to an end, the people from all walks of the central district showed gratitude.

In desperation, how could I care about my stomach?

I am afraid that I will lose the opportunity to become a god by one step.

Not to mention eating, I dare not drink a sip of water, for fear of delay.

"It smells so good!"

A group of little Taoists outside the door walked in with a bowl of one or two of white rice, and distributed them one by one.

""

Everyone looked at each other. The good guy really invited me to dinner, just a bowl of white rice. Not only that, I didn’t even give me some soup. When did it become a dish?

"Eat it, you will understand after eating it."

Zhang Xuan disagreed with the expressions of his colleagues, but instead kept him in a slight smile.

When a group of people heard this, they thought to themselves that it was a good thing to have a bowl of rice mat, and what kind of bicycle do you want?

Moreover, they came to ask for help, not people asked them.

He didn't bother to ask for a quickie, so he reached out and grabbed a little, put it in his mouth to chew it.

"Um?"

"What's wrong, why did you feel warm all over when you eat this meal? Fortunately, your breath is a little more active!"

They immediately discovered the strangeness of the white rice in their hands.

Not only is it sweet and delicious, it seems to be of great benefit to the body and practice.

"Teacher, I don't know this meal."

"This is the spiritual rice given by my master, the Grand Master, which is specially for qi refiners to eat. Eating it can increase your cultivation. Ordinary people eat it all year round to strengthen their bodies, strengthen their qi and blood, and prolong their lifespan."

“!!!”

Damn, is it amazing to have a great master in Longhu Mountain?

Not to mention, it’s really amazing to have a grand master!

Uncle, with Zhang Xuan's personality, he can come out to entertain them with Lingdao, and the amount he gets must be quite large.

Some people want to cry.

Why didn’t our sect come up with a master who cares about his disciples?

All the good things in the world were taken over by the Zhang surname.

Everyone turned grief and anger into appetite, and made a bowl of rice in a few bites. Some people ignored their identities and even licked their fingers completely.

Especially at the bottom of the bowl, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mirror. When the dog sees it, he will feel ashamed of himself, clamp his tail and cover his face and run away.

"Are you thirsty? Pour water!"

After saying that, a group of young Taoist priests who were called up in the middle of the night immediately walked in with buckets and poured water for their seniors one by one.

The water vapor is filled with excitement.

"Tather God, does water have a background?"

"Yes, this is the water of the spiritual spring, which is of great benefit to ordinary people and Qi refining men. It is no problem to prolong life, maintain the appearance and nourish the skin, and cleanse the body and mind."

Zhang Xuan pretended hard, and his complacent feeling was visible to the naked eye.

"Isn't it the Grand Master again?"

"Who is the only one who has the ability to do it?"

Facing the old master's remarks, a large group of people fell into silence.

Grass (a plant)!

We are now quitting the sect, is it still too late to come back?

In essence, they are actually coming out together.

"Gudong Gudong!"

After drinking the Lingquan water in one breath, a small part of them thought about how to convince the elders and the disciples of the sect to return to Longhu Mountain.

It’s not that I’m not firm inside, it’s because I’m too rich.

"It's time to talk about what happened just now."

Zhang Xuan put down the teacup, and the old god said.

A group of people looked at me, I looked at you, I really didn't know how to answer.

There are more than 300 people competing for more than 200 clergy, which is really a bit big.

Besides, the clergy!

Even if the donkey kicks your brain, you can't give up, it's better for others.

"It doesn't matter if I don't speak. Didn't I say it in the group before, not only do I have the position of traveling to God day and night, but also of the underworld. I can't be a god on earth, or a god under the local god, it's almost the same."

Everyone shook their heads in their hearts about this.

So can it be the same?

They don’t know whether there are many things on the ground. But there must be many things on the ground.

Not to mention the whole world, how many people will die every day in a single central area?

According to the alliance's population data, a full 11,000 people die every day.

Please read carefully, every day!

On average, if one person dies every eight seconds, he will be a yin god below, and he will probably be busy until he dies.

"Since I don't speak, then draw lots. There are 389 people in total, and there are only 266 people who travel to the lord's position day and night. Those who win the red lottery will be destined to be gods on the ground. Those who have no color will go down below. It is fair to you, and everything depends on luck."

"We listen to the Master of God!"

The Taoists agreed repeatedly, and Zhang Xuan gave him enough face. If they didn't continue, they would not choose in anger. The real loss would be the one who came to ask for help.

Soon, the signs were taken in by the little Taoists outside.

Obviously, I was ready.

"I won, red sign!"

"It's so miserable, I'm going to work in the underworld."

"Don't want to? Let's go, the Grand Master of Renlonghu Mountain, are you here?"

The person who hits the game will naturally smile happily. The person who doesn’t hit the game just frowns and then thinks up. No matter what, after all, he becomes a god, and Yin God is also a god!

"Everyone, be quiet."

The lively atmosphere will be suppressed immediately.

"This is the list of the Wanfa Zhenjun Temple in various places. Choose one close to home."

A group of people took the list and talked a lot.

"Aren't he afraid that we will meet acquaintances and betray the law for personal gain?"

"Silly! You are so brave. Believe it or not, countless people will pull you off in minutes."

The one named He is really not afraid of their favoritism, so they found out that one was killed.

Are you the head, elder, and senior?

Sorry, you are my subordinate!

When will the God of Incense and Fire be brought to the turn of a group of human sects?

If you are really beaten to death, will you applaud or not?

Afterwards, he robbed the priest who was free of charge.
To be continued...