Chapter 169: The Saint Preaching, the Dragon Clan’s Selfishness

The leader of Tongtian Cult nodded, turned to face the disciples of Shangqing, "From now on, this island will be called Jin'ao Island. From now on, it will be the new dojo of my Jie Cult."

Tongtian waved his hand again, and there was a magnificent palace on Jin'ao Island.

There is a plaque with three characters "Biyou Palace" engraved on it.

Since the Sanqing Dynasty has been separated, there is no need for the Shangqing Palace to exist.

The Shangqing Palace was changed to Biyou Palace, officially announcing the break of the Three Qing Dynasties.

"Now that the new dojo is established, you can find a beautiful place on Jin'ao Island to open a dojo."

After Tongtian finished speaking, he entered Biyou Palace and never showed up again.

Zhao Gongming looked at this scene and shook his head secretly. It seemed that the contradiction in interpretation and the separation of the Sanqing family had caused a great blow to his master.

It may be difficult to get out in a short period of time.

Zhao Gongming looked at the Jin'ao Island that had just been formed by his master's supreme magic power, and shouted loudly.

"All my disciples, follow me to organize our new dojo."

"Yes, senior brother."

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed quietly between the fingers. Zhao Gongming and others have been working hard for hundreds of years, and the appearance of the entire Jin'ao Island has been greatly improved.

Exquisite and luxurious buildings were built one after another, and Shangqing Square was rebuilt.

The place where the disciples of the Jie Sect live, the law enforcement hall, etc. are all available.

In addition, under the influence of thousands of spiritual veins on the seabed, the concentration of spiritual energy on the entire Jin'ao Island simply changes every day.

Now, it is no worse than when I was in Kunlun Mountain.

On this day, the gate of Biyou Palace slowly opened, and the leader of Tongtian Cult, dressed in a green robe, walked out of it.

The loneliness on his face has completely dissipated, and he has returned to his previous upright and proud appearance.

"Master is out."

On the huge Jin'ao Island, someone shouted, and countless disciples flew to the Shangqing Square, eagerly looking at their master.

"Brother, Master should have come out!"

Sanxiao said softly.

"Master values ​​friendship the most. It is inevitable to step out. It's just that when I just left Kunlun Mountain, I couldn't accept it."

Zhao Gongming knew very well that Tongtian's character was not that he couldn't get out on his own, but that he didn't want to get out. Once he wanted to get out, it was very easy to get out.

Tongtian glanced at the huge Jin'ao Island and saw the mist and mist, the sun and the moon shining brightly.

The old cypresses and mountains are as green as the autumn sky; the wild flowers are as bright as the morning glow, like peach blossoms, red apricots and fragrant flowers. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing a smile, and he praises, "You have done a good job."

"These are what disciples should do."

The disciples quickly replied.

Leader Tongtian was silent for a while and said, "It is a joyful thing for us to move the church. We will prepare for the teacher to preach to the living beings in the ancient times a hundred years later, and we will share joy and happiness together."

As soon as these words came out, many disciples showed great excitement on their faces. You must know that saints do not preach easily.

Especially after Duobao's group of disciples have practiced the Supreme Immortal Dharma and achieved some success.

Most of the teaching tasks for the disciples fell on them.

The leader of Tongtian Cult rarely preaches, especially some of the later disciples who have never heard even one sermon from Tongtian since they started.

Only Zhao Gongming roughly guessed the intention of the Tongtian Cult Leader. This time, it was the Jie Cult who occupied the territory of the Dragon Clan.

As a saint, he would naturally disdain to take advantage of the Dragon Clan, but as a saint, he couldn't directly speak out about the gains and losses.

So there was this sermon. The saint preached in the land of the East China Sea. Naturally, the Dragon Clan gained the greatest benefit.

Soon, the news that all the disciples of Tongtian Sage Jujie Sect left Kunlun Mountain and moved to the East China Sea spread like the wind throughout the ancient world.

Countless powerful people had surprised looks on their faces, but after thinking about it carefully, they were cleaning up.

As we all know, the Dragon Clan has long been attached to the big tree of Jie Jiao.

There is nothing surprising about Jie Jiao's new dojo resume in Donghai.

In this way, it is a great good thing for countless powerful people in the ancient times. Without him, another saint's sermon would be in vain.

Kunlun Mountain, after learning the news, Yuan Shi snorted, and the coldness on his face became stronger.

"If you teach without distinction, go against the will of heaven, and refuse to listen to dissuasion, you will suffer the consequences sooner or later."

Deep in the East China Sea, in the extremely luxurious Dragon Palace, Ao Ling's face was filled with gratitude.

"Sir, I really don't know how to thank you this time."

Ao Ling was very excited. She didn't expect that she would be rewarded for her efforts so quickly.

This is an opportunity for a saint to preach at close range.

Among the Dragon Clan, there are more than hundreds of millions of Shui Clan. Even if they can only understand a little bit of the mysteries, it will be an opportunity that takes them several lifetimes to cultivate.

Under the preaching, the Dragon Clan's strength will definitely rise to another level, leaving the Phoenix Clan and Qilin Clan far behind.

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "There is no need to thank me. This sermon was all Master's idea and has nothing to do with me. If the clan leader wants to thank me, why not go directly to Jin'ao Island to thank my Master."

"The saint has many things to do every day, how dare Old Long disturb him so easily? This is not a respectful thing, so please accept it from the Immortal."

Ao Ling didn't know when a snow-white and crystal-clear cloth bag appeared in his hand.

The mouth of the bag was tightly tied with golden silk thread, but Zhao Gongming could still smell the refreshing aroma from the tiny gap.

Obviously, these things are not the so-called specialties of the East China Sea as Ao Ling said

"Patriarch, there is a deep relationship between the Dragon Clan and Jiejiao, there is really no need to do this"

Zhao Gongming refused righteously.

"What are you talking about? My East China Sea is vast and rich in resources. Can't the immortal accept even some specialties of the East China Sea?"

Zhao Gongming looked at Ao Ling and said helplessly, "We are not outsiders. What do you want to say, patriarch? Just say it. I will try my best to consider it."

Ao Ling's eyes lit up and rubbed his hands, "The thing is, there are many excellent dragon sons in my dragon clan, and they also want to worship into the saint's Taoism to practice"

"Old patriarch, if this is the case, then forget it, the master no longer accepts direct disciples."

Zhao Gongming did not allow Ao Ling to continue, and directly refused.

It is not so easy to be a direct disciple of the saint's Taoism. In addition to talent, qualifications, and understanding, it also depends on fate.

In fact, accepting Ao Yang before was for his face.

But now, Ao Ling wants to stuff a large number of them at once, which is too ungrateful.

Ao Ling saw that Zhao Gongming had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "The Immortal has misunderstood. How dare the old dragon ask for true disciples? The old dragon just hopes that they can stay in the outer sect and listen to the saint's teachings. That would be satisfactory."

In the end, at Ao Ling's request, Zhao Gongming still accepted the "East China Sea Specialty".

They are just some outer disciples, so it is harmless to accept them.

He can do this himself without even the master coming forward.

Back to Jin'ao Island, Zhao Gongming threw the cloth bag directly into a small black ash.

"Pick a few of these things that you can use, and hand over the rest to the Shangqing Treasure House."

"Yes, master."