My brother is so cunning.

"The evil deeds committed by the Jiejiao demon Wen Rui are too numerous to list. What I just said is just the tip of the iceberg. Please understand!"

The God of Land nodded and said, "May I ask what position you hold in the heavenly court? Can you make a decision for me and report this matter to the Jade Emperor? When can you send heavenly soldiers and generals to the lower world to subdue demons and monsters?"

The young Taoist smiled slightly, but did not answer. He raised his hand and pointed at his forehead. The God of Land scratched his head in confusion.

"God of Land, this place has been prosperous for five hundred years, and nothing has happened..."

"Go."

The smoke dissipated, and the God of Land, whose IQ was locked at 50, was sent away.

The young Taoist took a step, and the scene changed the next moment, and he appeared in the campus of Jinling No. 1 Experimental Primary School.

It was the break time, and there was a lot of noise on the playground. The little kids were chasing and playing, or playing games like catapult, hopscotch, hide-and-seek, shuttlecock, sandbag, and rubber band skipping.

"We can't let Gray Wolf be a ghost. His nose is too sensitive. He looks the same with or without a blindfold."

"Peppa Pig should stop being an eagle. She's standing there like a wall..."

"It's not fair. I only have four fingers. How can I possibly flip the knots you tied?"

...

The children of the human race and the demon race played together, although they often couldn't play together due to racial differences.

But the conflicts between the children were often easy to resolve. After a few words, they could find new game rules that both sides could accept.

For example, in the game of horseback fighting, the human children rode on the bull demon, deer demon, horse demon, and sheep demon cubs, and they really felt like cavalry generals.

Although there was some incompatibility, they gradually became harmonious after getting along for a while.

Jinling Primary School is a security-focused place. There are countless Ultron robots buried under the playground, and there are surveillance equipment all around.

But the young Taoist walked in it without triggering any alarm, and his figure could not be captured in the surveillance screen.

All kinds of scanning equipment of the Ultron robots, whether thermal imaging, electromagnetic waves, microwaves, sonar, or nanorobot dust tracking, could not detect his existence.

The saint's clone, one with the world, surpassed all the exploration technologies mastered by Wen Rui, and was countless times more powerful than the magic weapon stealth effect of the "Hunyuan Banner".

However, the strange thing is that the children on the playground can see him.

There are also many brave and curious children who gathered around him to watch the fun.

"Uncle, who are you?" A human child asked boldly.

"I... just came to see you, kid, is there anything wrong with you going to school with the demons?"

"I was a little scared at first, but after making a few good friends, I felt that they were no different from us."

The young Taoist turned around and asked a little black bear spirit: "How old are you this year?"

The little black bear scratched his head and said, "I'm eight years old."

"You're so tall at eight? Won't you hurt people if you play with human children?"

The eight-year-old black bear stood up and was almost two meters tall.

"When I was in the cave in my hometown, I also had a mouse spirit friend who grew up with me. He was smaller than a thumb, but I never hurt him. I know my limits."

"Xiong Er has a good temper, but he's a little silly."

The human child explained for the black bear spirit: "He's strong and tall. He carries me on his back every day. I like playing with him."

"Hehe, don't you often help me with my lessons?"

...

Talking to a group of children, the young Taoist was full of smiles, approachable, and seemed to be in a good mood.

But soon a series of bells rang, and the children said goodbye to him and ran to the teaching building.

The young Taoist followed the children into the teaching building, strolled in the corridor as if inspecting, and when he heard something interesting, he opened the door and entered the classroom and stood aside to listen.

I don’t know what magic he used, from students to teachers, no one thought his appearance was strange, as if he didn’t exist at all, and continued to teach, raise hands to answer questions, and the teaching order was normal.

"Today's class is a linear equation of one variable..."

"What is our body made of? Today I will explain to you about cells..."

"Why does an apple fall down instead of flying up to the sky?"

...

The young Taoist listened with great interest, and couldn't help but recall the scene of thousands of immortals coming to the Biyou Palace when he opened the altar to preach more than 500 years ago.

Wen Rui.

Isn't it the son of Wen Zhong who didn't live up to his expectations?

Jin Ling'er mentioned him.

It was said as a joke.

It was said that he had never seen such a dull rotten wood with such dull cultivation qualifications.

During the mortal wars during the Conferred Gods Tribulation, Master Tongtian did not pay too much attention to the wars in the mortal world, but he also knew that Wen Zhong and Wen Rui, father and son, repeatedly defeated the Western Zhou rebels, forcing Jiang Ziya into a desperate situation.

There were too many disciples in the past, disciples of disciples, disciples of disciples of disciples...

It is very normal to ignore someone.

All the immortals came to the court to seek the opportunity to become immortals, and how many of them took the spread of Jiejiao's teachings seriously?

When Jiejiao was in full bloom and the fire was boiling, no disciples opened schools in the mortal world, recruited students, and spread the teachings.

After the catastrophe, Jiejiao was in disaster, and the disciples scattered like birds and beasts.

When the waves wash away the sand, the sand is gone, and when the sand is gone, the real gold is found!

Wen Rui, the son of Wen Zhong.

It is true that a tiger father will have a dog son.

Apart from other things, this loyalty and piety to Jiejiao is unique among the thousands of immortals.

The young Taoist took another step and appeared at the gate of Jinling Sect.

The alarm system at the door did not respond.

Seeing the "Jinling Sect" plaque at the door, the young Taoist paused for a moment, and then disappeared again.

When he reappeared, he was already in the underground base of Jinling Sect.

His figure appeared on different floors.

On one floor, he saw a raccoon spirit and a crow spirit arguing.

On another floor, he saw a piece of ice jade crystal deducing numerology.

On the next floor, he saw a group of slime mold laying a fungus blanket, which spread over most of the floor.

Finally, he appeared in an office, which was Wen Rui's president's office.

The young Taoist sat in the boss chair, raised his hand and tapped the president's desk, and a projection screen appeared in the air.

If you understand one method, you can understand all methods. The saint's means, no electronic encryption technology is useful, directly bypassing Jarvis's firewall and hacking into the system database.

Information scrolled on the light screen, showing the "Son of Luck Screening Plan", "Cultivator Reincarnation Purification Plan", "Dingguang Immortal Sect Collapse Plan", "Infernal Affairs Plan", "New Energy Plan", "Human Completion Plan", "Hunyuan Cyber ​​Mortal Plan" and many other documents compiled by Wen Rui.

These plan documents are all in a folder called "Jiejiao Revival Package".

"This boy has great ambitions. He is a mortal, but he is so bold. He is going to make a big fuss in the three realms."

The young Taoist's expression, which had always been calm, could not help but change slightly.

"My Jiejiao also has such a talent for governing the world or a demon king. It's ridiculous that Senior Brother Yuanshi still treats Jiang Ziya as a treasure."

"It's a pity that I didn't discover him back then."