From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Mo Jiu leaned over to take a look at the knowledge that Lao Lao was struggling with. The chemical formulas made his eyes dizzy.

Isn't this something that only those researchers from the human race like?

Why should I, a saint, learn these things?

"What's so good about learning it?" Mo Jiu was a little confused.

Laozi's old face was filled with excitement. "This thing is extremely mysterious and contains the rules of the great way. I feel that the end of cultivation is this so-called technology. If I can figure out what these substances are made of, I have a feeling that this will be a brand new law of the great way."

"Ah?" Mo Jiu was a little stunned.

Zhang Qiling was also stunned when he looked at Laozi. Isn’t the path that Laozi wants to study now the same path that the tomb-robbing world follows?

It’s just that Lao Tzu is a master of alchemy, and he is more inclined to chemistry. If one day, Lao Tzu combines alchemy with chemistry, what kind of alchemy will it be?

Mo Jiu thought that this idea seemed very good. The current alchemy practice was to put the immortal roots and elixirs into the alchemy furnace, and then use the divine spark to refine them for a long time.

This art of alchemy is not something that ordinary powerful people can master, and powerful people often fail by causing their furnaces to explode.

Mo Jiu knew this because there were little Zhangs at home who were learning alchemy, and they would blow themselves up several times a day, turning themselves black.

If Laozi calculated the alchemy process in a certain way, including the molecules and substances of the medicine... then could ordinary people also be able to make the elixir?

The more Mo Jiu thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was a great one. Finally, he wouldn't have to listen to the sound of Xiao Zhang and the others exploding the furnace!

"Laozi." Mo Jiu grabbed Laozi's sleeve and stared at him with sparkling eyes.

Laozi looked up and looked into Mo Jiu's eyes, feeling like he was being calculated. Don't doubt the saint's premonition, someone is calculating him.

But the person who calculated, even he, a great saint, could not do anything to him. Even the cause and effect of calculating the saint could not affect him.

"Study hard and help me teach a few stupid little Zhangs later, okay?"

Zhang Qiling silently worried about the little Zhangs in the Zhang family who were so impulsive that they taught themselves to make alchemy.

When saints preach, no one knows whether they will regret their impulsive actions after knowing it.

"Stupid Xiao Zhang?" I was stunned. This name is quite weird.

"It's settled." In order to prevent Laozi from going back on his word, Mo Jiu pulled Zhang Qiling off the fairy ship and headed straight for Mount Xumi.

He was secretly proud of himself: he found such a great teacher for Xiao Zhang and the others, and Xiao Zhang and the others will definitely be very happy in the future.

Zhang Qiling fell one step behind Mo Jiu, looking at his happy expression with his mouth almost reaching his ears.

It seems that Xiaojiu likes to let the Zhang family learn more. In the past, when they were in the tomb-raiding world, he also taught the Zhang family some magic spells.

Why don’t you take a look and see if there are any fellow Taoists in the prehistoric world who are suitable to teach the Zhang family, and invite a few more to teach the Zhang family?

At this time, the Zhang family members who were on Xuantian Island were happy about the better and better lives they would live in the future.

They had no idea that their little prince and the clan leader were thinking of hiring a teacher for them, so that their future would be even more difficult than the days when they had to practice martial arts since childhood at the Zhang family, and they were racking their brains to think about which fellow Taoist was suitable to teach them.

On the other hand, Jie Yin and Zhunti were sad that the Heavenly Dao disliked them because the merits they had gained from establishing the Western Religion were not enough for them to become saints, and their cultivation level had only reached a level higher than the peak of quasi-saints and one level lower than saints.

However, golden lotus clouds appeared in the sky outside Mount Xumi, which was a good sign for the coming of a saint.

Jie Yin and Zhunti looked at each other. After Nuwa became a saint, she went to the heaven beyond the sky. Now, the only one who can come to Mount Xumi is one of the Three Pure Ones.

But weren't they going to preach at the Kunlun Mountain Dojo? Why did they come to this poor Western country?

"The Saint has arrived, Junior Brother, let's go out and greet him."

"Yes, senior brother."

As they spoke, the two of them walked down from the lotus platform and headed out of Mount Sumeru.

As soon as they arrived at the mountain gate, Jie Yin and Zhunti saw a luxurious and exquisite fairy ship parked at the entrance.

The two guys' eyes lit up, what a treasure! This thing must be destined for their Western religion!

"It's been a long time since we last met. It's fate that we meet here!"

Jie Yin and Zhunti were thinking about how to cry poor to the saint and coax the treasure into their hands, so that it would be easier for them to smuggle living beings to the east.

But when they heard the familiar voice, the two guys with shiny bald heads froze instantly, and without thinking, they turned around and ran into the mountain gate, their movements were in perfect sync.

How could they forget that when saints travel, there are golden lotus and auspicious clouds. The same is true when these two Taoists travel!

Screw your fate, how could you not meet them at their mountain gate!

Hurry! Hurry! This little Taoist is not easy to deal with, so they'd better hide.

If your hair is gone, it’s gone, but you can’t lose any other part of your body.