There is an extra continent in Donghua, and the people of Sanmao Tianting live on it.

This time Mao Zhong brought a Celestial Immortal, nine Hedao, more than a hundred souls, tens of thousands of monks, and tens of millions of mortals.

In addition to discussing methods and exchanging ideas, I can also help build Zhongqian.

And Song Lin went into seclusion to practice.

During the exchange between the two factions, the people of Sanmao Tianting were gradually assimilated and accepted the ideas of Donghua Tianting.

Mao Zhong saw all this.

Ten years later.

mortal world.

A young Taoist priest was wandering the streets holding a long banner.

"The hexagram of one hundred liang, one hexagram of one hundred liang, predicts the future, marriage, good or bad fortune...changes one's fate against the will of heaven!"

The Taoist shouted loudly and staggered around. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot. The people around him fled away with disgust on their faces.

Hundred taels and one hexagram? Why not grab it?

Paper money has been used in the world, but the calculation of money is still the same as before.

One hundred taels of silver banknotes are enough for a medium-sized family's basic expenses for a year. Anyone who is not smart can come to him for fortune-telling.

The Taoist didn't take it seriously and continued to wander the streets.

"Stop, let me tell you your fortune."

The Taoist suddenly turned his head and saw a white-headed man in the teahouse waving his hand to him.

The Taoist walked over, looking a little embarrassed.

"How dare you tell Senior King Wen's fortune?"

The Taoist is Mao Zhong, and the white-headed man in front of him is Ji Chang.

Mao Zhong's cultivation is more advanced than Ji Chang's, but Ji Chang practices the innate Bagua and is extremely accomplished in calculations, while Mao Zhong practices the acquired Bagua. From a broad perspective, Mao Zhong should call Ji Chang his senior.

Moreover, Ji Chang has made many suggestions in the past ten years.

"Sit down, let's chat." Ji Chang gestured to sit down, picked up the teapot and poured Mao Zhong a cup of strong tea, "Are you used to this world?"

Mao Zhong tasted the tea carefully, and the bitterness lingered between his lips and teeth.

"Very good. I have traveled to the three realms, and I have also been to the legendary demon realm."

"How does it feel?"

"People's hearts are stable and their righteousness is overwhelming."

Humans, gods, demons and demons all perform their duties and follow their own paths.

From the emperor of heaven to the mortals, there is a bottom line in their hearts, which is something that other heavens do not have.

This kind of law and order can be seen from the creation of the Chunyang Sect. Mao Zhong did not understand it at the time. It was not until the collapse of Heaven that he discovered that the batch of talents from the Chunyang Sect were the ones who most abided by the bottom line.

Most of the other Heavenly Courts, even the Sanmao Heavenly Court, respect strength and follow the principle of having a big fist.

There is no order, just big ants and little ants.

A strong person will never be willing to be subordinate to others. If a mortal knows magic, he has to step on others. The stronger he is, he will definitely become an ancestor.

This place has a touch of compassion for the weak, a universal love for nature, and restrictions on the strong.

No matter how strong you are, you will not be able to gain power immediately. You must be both moral and moral. Unless it is a special situation, you are not allowed to display magic in the mortal world at will.

All kinds of etiquette maintain the peace of the three realms.

Over the years, Maozhong has seen many monks who have gone astray being demoted from their positions, sent to harsh places for rehabilitation, and even thrown into the devil world to enjoy eternal and endless suffering.

Among them are many tribulation souls. This kind of thing is very funny in the eyes of other heavens. Isn’t it just that it took a few people to practice and robbed a few things? It is equivalent to pulling out a few weeds on the roadside, and it is just worthless.

A small thing to mention.

Even the original Sanmao Tianting, except for the Chunyang Sect, other dharma lineages turned a blind eye to this.

"Then do you think this is good?" King Wen asked.

"Of course, it is obvious that Donghua Heavenly Court is more united than I imagined..."

"Why are we united? Could it be that the Duke of the East has a good rule of thumb?" King Wen asked step by step.

"That's not the case. In fact, fellow Taoist Donghua is the hands-off shopkeeper. There shouldn't be any way to govern, at least I haven't seen it..."

Mao Zhong fell silent as he spoke. Why?

Why is this place different from other places?

"Then what's the reason? I'll tell you, because we are all in the same camp."

King Wen's eyes were clear.

"Comrade?"

"Teachers who come from the same school are not considered fellow disciples, and those who have the same skills are not considered fellow disciples. Only like-minded people are considered fellow disciples. What the Emperor of Heaven does is only to attract those who agree with the concept and exclude those who do not."

Just like this, all the immortals in heaven are integrated into one body, and there is competition but no private fights.

Only then did Mao Zhong realize King Wen's intention.

King Wen did not speak at this time, but looked at himself quietly.

Mao Zhong pondered for a long time, and his heart was filled with confusion.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Sanmao Tianting is indeed gone.

He has traveled for many years, and his thoughts coincide with this heaven.

Joining Tianting as the founder of Maoshan Taoism can be regarded as preserving some blood for Sanmao Tianting.

Let the past drift away with the wind.

Mao Zhong understood King Wen's intention, and he did not want to see himself spending his time in vain for an illusory heaven.

Heaven is empty. As long as the Taoism still exists, which heaven is different?

Mao Zhong did not speak, but nodded in agreement.

King Wen personally took action and finally recruited Mao Zhong and others.

At this time, Song Lin didn't know that he was not instructing King Wen to do this, but was refining the magic weapon.

Within the secret realm, green lanterns float in the void.

The lantern is made of silver hollowed out into a skeleton, with colored glass covering the surface and green light shining through inside.

This is a lonely calamity fire lantern. The flames are less evil and more mysterious.

If you look closely, you will see a "person" sitting inside the lantern.

A human head with a bird's beak and a human body with a snake's tail.

This is the fairy weapon that Song Lin re-refined using Lonely's corpse - the Youming Glazed Lamp.

There is a mysterious fire inside. This fire can break through a boundary and can travel through the void. Its flame can even branch out to make a branched lantern, and the person holding the lantern can cross the void.

With this thing, there is no need for conspicuous buildings in the heaven. If you use lanterns instead, they will be very concealed.

Like loneliness, the main lantern breaks open the world, and the person who gets the lantern points enters it, hiding enough to not be noticed.

Of course, there is another important function for Song Lin, that is, it is used to understand the avenue of time and space.

"Emperor of Heaven, Zhenjun Xiaomao would like to see you."

"oh?"

Mao Zhong brought the news that he had joined Donghua Heavenly Court.

From then on, there was no True Lord Xiaomao of Sanmao Heavenly Court in the world, only the Immortal Zhizhen Subtle Divine Lord of Maoshan Mountain of Donghua Heavenly Court.

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