The founder of all religions

late at night!

Capital City!

Dark clouds are crossing, and the moon is high.

Li Mo was walking alone on the deserted street. The lights on both sides were gradually extinguished, and the sound of the watch was faintly heard from the alley in the distance.

After walking in Hongmen Prison, Li Mo knew everything about his past. Although he couldn't believe everything Gu Jingting said, he could still get a rough idea based on various clues he had in the past.

At least one thing Li Mo can be sure of is that he does have the blood of the Li family flowing through his body.

However, he is different from other people from Li's ancestral hall.

Since Li Zu transformed into a mysterious root, all members of the Li family came from that mysterious root. There are only five or six people in a generation, but each one of them is a terrifying and powerful man who can overwhelm the world, with extraordinary potential and terrifying strength.

However, Li Mo was born in a mortal body and showed no miraculous features in his bloodline. He was no different from ordinary people.

In addition, members of the Li family will leave their names in the ancestral hall from birth.

For example, the first member of the Li family, [King Li Zong], was born in Xuangen, or Li Mo’s mother [Li Chuyi].

Even Xuantian Taoist species have left their names.

But Li Mo has no name left in the Li family ancestral hall.

"That place... maybe I will go there again..."

Li Mo murmured softly, thoughtfully.

"No one can be free when the nobles come, and the dragons and phoenixes cannot control it... For more than three hundred years, in terms of wealth and future, Li Mo... you are comparable to the Black Sword back then..."

At this moment, a soft voice slowly sounded on the deserted street, like the night wind blowing, lifting his robe, pulling Li Mo's eyes towards him.

At the corner of the street, there is an inconspicuous restaurant, and the stall owner is already cleaning up and preparing to close.

The dim candlelight swayed in the wind, making people's shadows grow long.

In front of the only table that was still there, there was a young man sitting. His clothes were heavy and not even a hair, and he had the calm demeanor of an ancient well.

He was dressed simply, but he couldn't suppress his noble temperament. His black hair was like flying, swaying leisurely under the light of a bright lamp in front of him.

"Come and sit."

The young man waved, with a long-lost smile on his face, as if an old friend was reunited and was overjoyed.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, looking thoughtful.

Such a man speaks a few words, has no magic skills, and has no profound Taoism, but has a boundless trend.

Li Mo thought that he had seen a lot of things in the capital, such as domineering and divine like Feng Wannian, noble and unrestrained like Master Ji... However, none of their temperaments seemed to be comparable to the young man in front of him.

With what he was thinking in his mind, Li Mo still walked over. As he got closer, he felt more and more that the special thing about the young man in front of him was that he was returning to his original nature and not like a practicing person.

However, the more this happened, the more Li Mo became certain that this person must be a master.

"This is the first time we have met..." The young man looked at the ancient lamp in front of him and whispered softly.

"But this is not the first time we have dealt with..."

Li Mo pondered for a moment, and his voice became a little indifferent.

"Your eyes are quite vicious..." The young man smiled.

"Such a special temperament, such a special meeting... Apart from being from the royal family, I really can't think of any other possibility..."

At this point, Li Mo paused for a moment, but his originally indifferent eyes became as cold as frost.

"Am I right? Your Highness Seventeenth!"

"How brave, knowing that I am the prince, yet you don't worship me!?"

Zhou Lingchao stared at Li Mo for a moment, but a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"If I bow, I'm afraid Wang Lingce's heroic spirit is not far away and wants to pierce my spine..."

"If I worship, I'm afraid Feng Wannian and Master Ji will scold me for three lifetimes..."

Li Mo looked indifferent, neither humble nor arrogant.

He could never forget that that day in Nature Valley, he was plotted by the seventeenth prince. Wang Lingce, as his guide into the Xuantian Pavilion, ended up becoming a puppet in his dream. He could not control himself in life or death, and finally died of hatred. .

As for Feng Wannian and Master Ji, they also suffered serious crimes and have not yet been able to tell.

Li Mo even lived abroad and left the capital in embarrassment.

He kept every detail in mind and never forgot it.

"If a real man wants to establish himself in the world and achieve great achievements, he should never be fettered by grudges..."

Zhou Lingchao didn't take it seriously and smiled lightly: "Li Mo, I see that you are a talent, so I will give you a chance..."

"If you surrender to me and be used by me, you can put the past behind you, and I will promise you infinite bright future."

Zhou Lingchao showed the courage of the Daqian royal family. In his eyes, there is no grudge or hatred, and the great cause and effect can be laughed off. Even a powerful enemy can be used by me.

"As expected of the Shenzong bloodline, we can settle our grudges with one word..."

Li Mo's eyes were like swords, looking through the dim light to his heart.

"It's a pity...it doesn't matter what you say."

Buzz…

As soon as he said that, a strong wind suddenly blew up, causing the banners and flags of the stall to flutter in the air, and the ancient lamp and candlelight swaying in surprise.

At this moment, the smile on Zhou Lingchao's face gradually disappeared. He seemed to have changed. He was no longer as warm as before, and his eyes were cold and indifferent, as if there was no human emotion.

"The Dream Master... is a master who once followed His Majesty Shenzong, and is also a member of [Xia, Shang and Zhou]..."

At this moment, Zhou Lingchao changed the topic and said suddenly.

Li Mo raised his brows with a thoughtful look on his face. He knew that the Dream Master was the successor of the Great Dream Eternal Kung Fu, and the only supreme master in history who was compatible with both "sweet dreams" and "nightmares".

"He once said that the world is long and all living things are just a big dream..."

"All dharmas arise according to the mind, and all thoughts disappear according to the mind..."

As he spoke, Zhou Lingchao moved his fingers, stirring the flames of the ancient lamp.

"Li Mo...this heart lamp is the treasure left by [Dream Master]..."

"The light of the heart can reveal reality and reality...how do you know you are not in a dream?" Zhou Lingchao said lightly.

"Dameng Eternal Kung Fu? Your Highness, I have seen this kind of skill before..." Li Mo sneered.

"Whether it's true or not, whether it's false or not, don't use heretics as the dharma..."

Zhou Lingchao shouted in a low voice, with a loud and nameless voice: "Li Mo, you have been dreaming for a long time, don't you know it?"

In an instant, the light of the heart lamp sublimated and became extremely bright.

Li Mo's eyes widened, he felt like the world was spinning and he couldn't help himself.

"Still not awake yet!?"

This sound was like a wake-up call, deafening and enlightening.

Li Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and his heavy breathing echoed in the quiet room.

He sat back on the bed, his clothes already soaked with sweat. The dazzling sunlight filtered in through the window, making him a little dizzy.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Why are you still in the room?"

At this moment, a rapid and familiar voice came from outside, and then the door seemed to have been kicked open, and a figure broke in.

"Feng Wannian!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment. He felt that his head was empty, and some things were flashing by like a fleeting light, but he could not grasp it.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Feng Wannian came to Li Mo, stretched out his five fingers, and waved them twice in front of Li Mo's dazed eyes.

"It's okay, I had a dream..."

Li Mo let out a long breath, thinking about the feeling of nothingness just now, but the reality in front of him made him feel more at ease.

"Stop dreaming, today is the day God bestows the name of Dharma..."

Feng Wannian lifted Li Mo's quilt and pulled him up directly.

"Pants... I'm riding a horse and I haven't put on my pants yet..."

"You are riding a horse...under what conditions are you sleeping naked..."

An exciting sound rang in the mountains of Luofu. After a while, the bells rang out and incense curled up to the sky.

Two figures rushed towards the central hall along the ancient mountain road.

"What God-given Dharma name?" Li Mo asked while rushing.

"Are you still awake? Worship [Supreme Xuantian] and ask for a Taoist name..."

Feng Wannian looked strange and rolled his eyes at Li Mo.

Xuantian Shangzun is the Supreme Dao, the ultimate heaven, the origin of Dao Dharma, and the ancestor of the world's Dharma lineage.

Practitioners all over the world, after they have established their foundations, will hold a big sacrifice, burn incense and pray, praying to the Supreme Master Xuantian to give them the name of the Tao and the Dharma.

That is the source of power and determines the fate of everyone.

"Decided everyone's fate!?"

Li Mo was thoughtful, his mind came to his senses, and he gradually started to think about it.

Name determines a person's destiny and future.

Practitioners can even gain power from their names.

Today is the day that determines their fate. If they get a wonderful Taoist title, they may be able to become one of the protagonists in the world in the future.

"We are late... we are going to die, we are going to die... we won't be punished by God."

"Damn it, if I am punished by God, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost..."

Feng Wannian groaned, gritted his teeth, and looked at Li Mo.

"Old Feng, why is your mouth so broken..."

Li Mo quickened his pace, and after a while, he arrived at the central hall.

At this time, all the disciples who had just completed the foundation building of Luofu Mountain gathered here, bowed and prayed to heaven.

On the altar, the dharma image and tablet of [Supreme Xuantian] are enshrined.

"Zhou Lingchao..."

Li Mo looked at the name on the tablet, as well as the mysterious stone statue wrapped in clay, which was solemn and inviolable.

"Shhh...that's [Shangzun Xuantian]'s lay name. How dare you call him by his first name?"

"If you're going to die, if you're going to die... you won't be punished by God!"

Feng Wannian muttered softly.

"Shen Yimen, come forward."

The majestic voice echoed in front of the central hall, and then, a handsome disciple of Feng Shen walked out of the crowd.

On top of the altar, an ancient lamp is always on, its scorching light burning brightly.

Chen Yimen stood respectfully in front of the Dharma image of [Sir Xuantian]. Suddenly, he raised his head three feet, and there was a flash of light, which was as scattered as real, and finally condensed into two words:

Yang Jun! ! !

Rumble…

As soon as those two glorious characters rose up, Shen Yimen's body seemed to be blessed by an unknown force. The billowing yang energy was blazing, noisy and restless. His temperament became extraordinary, instantly attracting the passionate attention of many female disciples. look.

"The name of Yang Lord, the body of Nine Yangs, takes all the Yin to form the upper road..."

"In the name of the superior!"

The momentum of Shen Yimen caused quite a stir. The Taoist name he received was the name of a superior. From then on, his cultivation path will be smooth and prosperous.

"What a good luck..."

Feng Wannian murmured in a low voice, unable to hide the look of envy in his eyes.

"Next!"

Under the scorching gazes of everyone, Shen Yimen walked to the side with his head held high and his chest high, already looking like a proud man of heaven.

Immediately afterwards, disciples continued to come to the Dharma altar to pray for the name of the Dharma.

"Pyromancer! The natural choice for fire magic!"

"Bu Shan! You can follow the path of Feng Shui."

"Sword slave! Although I practiced swordsmanship, I fell behind!"

"Cao Liu! Rotten wood cannot be carved, and it has no connection with my way!"

As one disciple after another ascends to the Dharma altar and receives a Taoist title, it may be joyful or sad...

These names determine their future future and destiny.

"Li Mo..."

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded, and Feng Wannian hurriedly pushed.

"now you."

Li Mo took a deep breath and slowly walked up to the altar. The ancient lamp in front of him was particularly dazzling in his eyes, and the beating fire seemed to guide his future path and direction.

The appearance of Supreme Master Xuantian appears even more mysterious and majestic amid the lingering incense.

"Sir Xuantian...this bright light..."

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtfully.

Buzz…

At this moment, a burst of bells sounded, deafening and echoing on Luofu Mountain.

"Can a name determine your destiny? Isn't the way of cultivation going against heaven? Why beg God..."

Amidst the loud ringing of the bell, Li Mo felt a little dazed.

"Don't lie!"

Suddenly, the division commander next to him shouted loudly and reminded him sternly.

Rumble…

The next moment, he raised his head three feet, and there was a glimpse of light, and the curling incense condensed, turning into Li Mo's Taoist name.

"That is……"

"Seeing nothing!?"

"Everything seen in the eyes is empty..."

"This is your name!"

"His life is ultimately empty, accomplishing nothing... accomplishing nothing..."

Waves of exclamations suddenly sounded in front of the central hall, and strange eyes fell on Li Mo one after another.

This is no longer a lack of qualifications for cultivation, but a direct denial of life.

Even in the name of Xiaxia, it can be regarded as extremely inferior. Since the existence of Luofu Mountain, I have never seen such a despicable Taoist name.

At this moment, Feng Wannian's expression became extremely miserable, and the teacher in front of the mountain gate also had a strange look on his face, showing disgust.

"Back off, next one."

The majestic voice sounded again, much colder than before.

"The way of cultivation is to compete with God for destiny. Why do you ask God to give you this name?"

At this moment, on Li Mo's independent altar, he raised his hand and suddenly waved away the name that was condensed in the incense above his head.

"presumptuous!"

"He...he's crazy!?"

"This is blaspheming the majesty of Xuantian!"

A series of exclamations suddenly sounded. At this moment, Li Mo seemed to have become an alien in the eyes of everyone.

"How many people in ancient and modern times have studied fairy tales, but who pursues the wonderful meaning carefully..."

"Yin and yang cooperate with the golden elixir formula to reveal the secret of heaven and then reveal the secret..."

"There is no point in returning nine to seven years of life, and there is no reason to turn over and over again..."

At this moment, Li Mo's clothes suddenly lifted, his eyes were empty, and he was murmuring softly, like the gurgling of ancient scriptures, like the murmurs of immortals and gods, mysterious and indescribable.

"You ask me what's so mysterious about Tao, how can I seize the secret of creation?"

"Xuanxuanxuan, the Tao is the most hanging, don't take the golden elixir for granted."

The aura on Li Mo's body became stronger and stronger, powerful and shocking, moving the mountains and rivers.

The ancient bright lamp in front of the Dharma Prime Minister in Xuantian was so bright that it could not shine into his eyes.

"If the heart is not dead, the Tao is not born, only if you see me today will it be true."

At this moment, Li Mo pointed one finger to the ground and the other to the sky, and the lingering incense condensed in his hands again, and a new name unexpectedly came into being...

"That is……"

"The Tao is empty, Xuan is empty, I practice this method and have access to heaven."

"A poor person can reach the sky!!"

Li Mo bowed his head. This soft drink seemed to destroy the creation of heaven and earth, emptying the fate of the future. The world was long, and then he saw the heart lamp extinguished and smoke.