From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu stayed in Shouyang Mountain for a while. The boring days made Mo Jiu, the restless little unicorn, unable to stay there.

Not long after, he started running down the mountain to find someone to play with.

On this day, Mo Jiu met Laozi who came to the human tribe to preach in the tribe, and he wanted to say hello.

Zhang Qiling saw golden lotuses emerging from the ground around Laozi and the Eye of Merit appearing. He knew the reason and grabbed him.

Mo Jiu couldn't help but ask, "He became a saint just by preaching?"

Zhang Qiling stared at Mo Jiu's face and said silently in his heart: The Three Pure Ones have three merits and are saints destined by heaven.

“You too can be holy.”

Mo Jiu frowned in annoyance, and pointed his fingers at each other, "But the three thousand laws are so difficult to learn. I'd better not become a saint!"

Zhang Qiling: …

Don't let those powerful people in the prehistoric times who want to become saints hear what you say, otherwise they will not be able to help but beat you up.

"Besides, I think their training style is like that of a mage. They are very fragile and can be killed in one punch as soon as the fighter gets close to them."

Zhang Qiling was slightly stunned.

Could this be the same as in the game?

Laozi, who had just become a saint in the Renjiao sect, was in high spirits and wanted to greet the two of them, but was stunned when he heard Mo Jiu's words.

It is said that below a saint, we are all ants.

But the tone of this little Taoist shows that he looks down upon the path to sainthood that they are taking?

"I like to speak with my fists or my mouth. I don't like fighting and using magic skills."

Zhang Qiling stared at Mo Jiu's fist and fell into deep thought.

Mo Jiu has always made mistakes no matter what magic he learned, but ordinary ones are okay.

"Little Taoist, what is a mage? What is a warrior?" Laozi asked.

Mo Jiu glanced at the strange phenomenon in the sky that showed yet another person establishing a religion and becoming a saint, and curled his lips.

"You guys use all kinds of magic weapons or supernatural powers to fight! The warriors are so strong that their blood is thick, so they can't be killed no matter what, and their blood regenerates very quickly! On the contrary, once they get close to you, they will blow you up with one punch."

"What are you talking about, Xiao Daozi, the law of force?"

Zhang Qiling reacted and realized that the great god Pangu was the law of power. His body was extremely powerful. With the help of Pangu Axe, he killed all three thousand demons in the chaotic world.

Afterwards, the body of the great god Pangu turned into the primitive world, which shows how powerful he is.

It is rumored that the Law of Power includes three thousand great ways. Could the three thousand laws given by his father be the Law of Power?

"Really?" Mo Jiu's eyes lit up. It really is true!

Seeing Mo Jiu's eager look, Zhang Qiling suddenly thought of a way to make Mo Jiu practice obediently.

"It's a pity that the laws are missing now, so this path is blocked. As for the law of force, no one can take this path except the great god Pangu." Laozi felt sorry.

"God is above..."

"Why are there so many people swearing to become saints today? Are saints worthless now?" Mo Jiu looked at the Eye of Merit which had never left the sky.

The golden clouds of merit that filled the sky made him feel jealous and he wanted to eat them. They tasted like marshmallows.

"My second and third brothers already have the foundation to become saints, now it's just the right time!" Laozi said.

"I will preach at the Taiqing Palace in Kunlun Mountain three thousand years from now. Are you two Taoists interested in listening?"

Mo Jiu shook his head violently, "I'm not going to class."

Seeing this, I didn't force him. He could see the character of this little Taoist!

His character is completely opposite to that of the other powerful people in the ancient times. He has a purity that he has never seen before, innocence, greed, and playfulness, and he does not like to practice cultivation.

"God is above, I will guide Zhunti to establish the Western Religion today..."

Mo Jiu suddenly stomped his feet and angrily cursed, "These two bastards bullied me and my brother last time, and now they are borrowing merits from my father to become a saint. I don't agree, I don't agree."

"Xiao Jiu." Zhang Qiling said.

"I still hold a grudge!" Mo Jiu shouted.

Lao Tzu looked up at the Eye of Merit that had paused, and felt extremely sympathetic towards the two men from the West.

It seems that these two shameless fellow Taoists will not be able to become saints today!

Honghuang felt a little helpless towards Mo Jiu, but he couldn't disagree with his youngest son's rare request.

Moreover, His plan has already removed these two holy positions.

It’s just that the establishment of the Western religion has the merit of educating Western creatures, so the merit should still be given.

But forget about the merit of the loan, He is not a bank.

As for the restoration of the Western spiritual veins, doesn’t Hongjun still exist?