When Xu Ji stepped on the light path and rode a big buffalo, he emerged from the Shashui River.

The cheers from both sides of the sand and water shook the world.

"Long live the Heavenly Lord!" People cheered and encouraged.

At least half a million people gathered on both sides of the sand and water, stretching for dozens of miles, layer upon layer, densely packed.

Human race, demon race, aquatic race...

There were even dragons in human form mixed in with the crowd.

"Young dragon?" Xu Ji only glanced at it. Under the eyes of Daozu, the true forms of these dragons escaped.

None of these 'dragons' have grown horns. Their foreheads are smooth, but they already have dragon marks. They look a bit immature, and they are obviously not adults yet.

Xu Ji's intuition told him that the so-called 'dragon clan' in front of him could only be regarded as pseudo-dragons, or quasi-dragons.

Because a real dragon has wings!

And above the real dragon, there is the divine dragon!

They are all extremely terrifying innate creatures, and they were once a force that cannot be underestimated in this mythical world.

As for these so-called 'dragons' in front of us, they are nothing but the products of castration.

The true 'dragon' heritage has been lost.

"It seems that the dragon clan in this mythical world has experienced terrible things..." Xu Ji thought and no longer cared about these things.

As usual, the traditional people-friendly activities started: randomly selecting a few lucky people, picking them up and teasing them.

But among the crowd, the dragon youths who were mixed together felt at this moment a vast, sacred, and majestic aura enveloping their Taoist hearts.

There seemed to be a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, looking at them from above.

Let them tremble.

It also reminded them of the favor they received a few years ago on the East China Sea, on Zizhi Cliff, and in front of Biyou Palace.

Saint Bude and Lei Yun blessed them, giving them all a hint of the aura of Biyou Palace.

In a sense, these dragon boys all have some cause and effect with Biyou Palace.

At this moment, the pull of cause and effect brings happiness to the hearts of these young dragons.

"It turns out to be Mr. Jiejiao!" They were shocked in their hearts.

The Dragon Clan of the East China Sea was the servant of Jie Jiao Da Luo before the Great Tribulation of the Gods.

The ten heavenly kings of Jin'ao Island and the three nights of Sanxian Island are all the purple golden beams that frame the East China Sea, Optimus Prime!

In a sense, the East China Sea Dragon Clan is the periphery and vassal of Jiejiao.

This is also the reason why the Dragon King of the East China Sea in the past knew that Chentangguan was a disciple of the Chan Sect, but still insisted on going his own way and causing huge waves.

It is both cause and effect and also an instinctive reaction.

If Jiejiao is defeated, how can Chanjiao let go of the Dragon King of the East China Sea who is close to Jiejiao?

And the most important thing is that for the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, it is too far away from the heavens, and Yu Yutian is too close. Zizhi Cliff is right in the East China Sea!

Of course, these young dragons will not know these secrets, nor can they think of these things.

But they still understand, what do these four words "Sage" mean?

The dragon clan is a sinner clan!

Rejected by heaven and earth, rejected by yin and yang and the five elements.

Therefore, after the First Tribulation of Longhan, there will always be a ceiling above the heads of the Dragon Clan.

Among these countless Huiyuan, there are very few dragons who can realize the Golden Immortal.

In recent years, only Emperor Yinglong and Zhenren Huanglong have broken the barriers between heaven and earth and released the shackles of blood.

Emperor Yinglong gained great merit by assisting the Xuanyuan clan, the Holy Emperor of the human race, to determine the protagonist of the world.

This road is almost impossible to copy!

However, the story of Master Huanglong is well known among the dragon clan.

Become a disciple of a saint and practice the true Dharma.

Complete the killing calamity during the great calamity, break free from the shackles, and attain the golden immortality!

Therefore, the dragon clans from all over the world were interested in it, and after the Tribulation of Gods, they studied everywhere.

The Dragon Clan of the West Sea, close to the water, tried their best to cater to the West. They even sent a large number of dragon sons and dragon girls to become ordained and become monks to serve as Western Bodhisattvas and Buddha protectors. They actually achieved many results.

Although he failed to break the shackles of blood and regain the trust of heaven and earth, he was protected by the Western Taoism and had many children and grandchildren.

The path proved to be the right one.

The other three sea dragon clans are naturally eager to try.

"I heard that 'Master Tianzun' will preach and teach under the holy tree every three days..."

"Regardless of ethnic group, footwork, birth, everything is based on talent!"

A young dragon whispered: "I plan to settle here, seek opportunities, rely on exams, and get into the Tianzun Seat to find a chance to get started!"

The other young dragons nodded.

They seemed to see a bright road manifesting before their eyes.

Become a disciple of a saint, even if you are just lucky enough to listen to a saint’s sermons, it is a great opportunity!

The Dragon Clan of the West Sea worked hard for countless years, and only two dragon girls were taken by the Buddha of the West to Lingshan to listen to the Dharma once.

And here, in this Liu County.

As long as you study hard and pass the exam, you can listen to the sage's teachings.

What an honor!

How glorious!

…

After Xu Ji finished his routine 'people-friendly' activities, he quietly emerged from invisibility and appeared in Meng Bai's study.

Here, Meng Bai, who had already received the decree, was waiting respectfully.

"Tianzun!" Meng Bai saw the manifested figure of Tianzun and quickly bowed his head.

Xu Ji looked at Meng Bai.

This mortal man now has a slightly hunched back and his temples are turning white.

Although Meng Bai is the legitimate son of the Meng Sun family, he has insufficient physical strength and insufficient cultivation talent, so he has always been a mortal.

More than ten years ago, when Xu Ji first met him, he was still young and full of youth, but now he is inevitably aging.

This is the fate of mortals.

Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature!

It’s also because of his long-term hard work!

However, the faint purple halo around Meng Bai's body showed that he had not gained nothing.

Merits are inherent and education comes from itself.

Later generations will receive his virtue!

However, just that is not enough.

Xu Ji looked at Meng Bai and said, "Meng Bai, in two years you go and choose a He Bo!"

Meng Bai smiled: "Thank you, God, for your grace!"

Becoming He Bo, forging a divine body, and becoming a priest is very suitable for someone like him who lacks cultivation talent and is not strong enough.

Xu Ji nodded and said, "You have to work hard in the past two years!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand slightly and grabbed a few pieces of white paper in his hand. In fact, the text was revealed line by line.

"Starting this year, Liu County will officially begin to establish an official system!"

"These are some articles I have drawn up. Please take a look at them and discuss them with the committee..."

"Yes!" Meng Bai took it and said respectfully: "Disciple, I will obey the decree of Tianzun!"

"Yeah!" Xu Ji nodded.

In Liu County, Meng Bai was the one who had been with him the longest and the most diligent and willing to work.

Although Xu Ji knew that Meng Bai did not ask for anything in return.

But isn't this a normal thing?

Therefore, no matter what, even if it is a horse bone worth a thousand gold, Meng Bai must get a generous reward!

Meng Bai's merit and hard work are enough for him to get the reward he deserves!
To be continued...