Lu Zhou glanced at the cultivation techniques and weapons in the shop.
Even the cheapest one cost 1,000 merit points.
Lu Zhou did not spend the rest of the merit points.
He planned to ask these disciples to do more tasks to prolong his life. Then, he would accumulate more tasks and get himself a decent cultivation technique or weapon.
The world in his memory was too dangerous. With his current cultivation base, it would be difficult for him to protect himself if he left Golden Court Mountain.
He could only stay on the mountain for the time being. With these villainous disciples to protect him, it would not be a big problem.
Of course, he also had to be wary of his disciples' betrayal.
With five disciples gone, he had to be careful with these four. With peak-form experience cards and critical blocks, they would not be able to do anything.
"Yuan 'er."
Swoosh!
A fairy-like figure appeared in the secluded forest. She bowed and said, "Master!"
"Bring me the Four Treasures of the Study from the Evil Sky Pavilion."
"Oh … Master, you never write … I used to write for you. Are you going to write it yourself today?"
"You little girl, it's not your place to meddle in my business."
"I'll go right away …" Little Yuan 'er lowered her head and stuck out her tongue.
Before long, Little Yuan 'er brought the Four Treasures of the Study and placed them in front of Lu Zhou.
Then, she respectfully stood at the side like a maid, not leaving, just watching. She wanted to see what her master was going to do. Seeing that her master had no intention of driving her away, she became bolder and stood closer.
"Master, I'll grind the ink." Little Yuan 'er suddenly had an idea. She knelt beside the small tea table and began to grind the ink carefully.
In his previous life, Lu Zhou was an authentic liberal arts student. When he had nothing to do, he liked to write calligraphy, and he had even won an award in school.
Writing was not difficult for him.
He picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink.
Then, he wrote down their names on the white paper: Yu Zhenghai, Yu Shangrong, Duanmu Sheng, Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, Ye Tianxin, Si Wuya, Zhu Honggong, this Yuan 'er …
From top to bottom, he listed them in order.
These were the nine evil disciples that the Great Demon Ji Tiandao had groomed using the system, shocking the world with his nine disciples.
Looking at the list, Lu Zhou was lost in thought.
Even his youngest disciple was a Divine Court expert, so what was the cultivation base of his eldest disciple? Did he surpass Ji Tiandao? If he did, with Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong's killing intent, they would not allow an old villain like Ji Tiandao to exist in this world.
Moreover, Ji Tiandao should be very clear that the villains he taught were all like wolves and tigers, and they would inevitably rebel against him one day. At the beginning of teaching, didn't he reserve a means and a trump card to kill the villains?
Everything was worth pondering.
The missing memories were too crucial, so he couldn't figure out the reason behind it.
Ji Tiandao, Ji Tiandao, do you have any life-saving tools?
Little Yuan 'er waved her little hand in front of Lu Zhou with a look of admiration on her face.
"Master, your handwriting is so beautiful … Why did you write your disciple's name?"
Lu Zhou sighed and said, "I'm reflecting on myself."
"Introspection?"
"I reflect on myself three times a day. I've taught you nine disciples, and you've committed crimes everywhere, causing the heavens to be angry and the people to resent you. Perhaps, I was really wrong in the past. "
Although Lu Zhou said that, he cursed inwardly, 'What's wrong with me? It's Ji Tiandao who's wrong.' If the upper beam was not straight, the lower beam would be crooked. This could be seen from some of the details of his disciples' behavior. They always wanted to kill people's entire families, which made him feel ashamed.
"Master, why did you accept nine of us as disciples? Moreover, you only accepted nine … With your ability, you could have opened the Evil Sky Pavilion and Golden Court Mountain. At that time, you would have millions of disciples, and who would dare to disobey you? Those from the orthodox sects would not dare to go up the mountain to provoke you. If anyone disagreed with you, you could just give the order, and your disciples and grand-disciples would wipe them out. Those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die! How great! "
"…"
Lu Zhou raised his old hand and wanted to knock Little Yuan 'er on the forehead. She did not dare to do so, so she shrunk her shoulders, closed her eyes, and waited for the beating.
However, Lu Zhou's hand paused halfway. Then, he placed it on the top of her head and gently rubbed it.
"Little girl, why is your mind full of killing people? Have you forgotten what I told you?"
"No, I dare not."
"Ah … I've said that killing is not the only way to solve a problem. I'm not denying killing, but it depends on whether it is necessary or not. For example, do you have a reason to kill those unarmed common people who work hard all their lives, stand aloof from worldly affairs, and only want to live a peaceful and stable life? "
Little Yuan 'er shook her head.
"For example, Old Fourth saved about a hundred people from the Ci Family. If those mounted bandits killed them like you, would you still have a chance to save them?"
Little Yuan 'er shook her head again.
"Those mounted bandits deserve to die, but they only want money. Killing is not their goal. So, what do we want?"
Little Yuan 'er answered carefully, "Cultivation? To break through the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm and step into the highest realm, to comprehend the Dao and attain immortality? "
"Very well, then work hard on your cultivation."
"I … I think I understand a little."
"It's good that you understand."
Little Yuan 'er nodded as if she understood. Then, as if she thought of something, she asked, "Will you continue to accept disciples, Master?"
Lu Zhou's eyes fell on the piece of paper.
'Oh?
I see. '
"Little Yuan 'er, you just asked me why I accept disciples. What do you think?"
"It's because we are very talented, and each of us is a cultivation genius," Little Yuan 'er said confidently.
Lu Zhou shook his head.
"Look at this piece of paper carefully … What do your names mean?"
Little Yuan 'er studied it for a long time, but she could not find anything, so she could only shake her head.
Lu Zhou chuckled.
He was laughing at Ji Tiandao's shamelessness.
"The bright moon shines above the sea, and we share this moment in the world …"
Little Yuan 'er was still confused, but when she heard the poem, she could not help but applaud and say, "This is a good poem!"
As soon as she finished clapping, she seemed to understand something, and her eyes turned to the nine names on the paper. 'Ugh … Isn't this poem in the names of all nine disciples?'
"Master accepted disciples because of this? There seems to be a word missing … "Little Yuan 'er scratched her head in disbelief.
Lu Zhou could not believe that Ji Tiandao would be so extravagant.
It was true that there was a word missing. If Ji Tiandao chose disciples according to this poem, it meant that the standard for accepting disciples was not talent, but name. However, according to the memories Lu Zhou obtained, this world did not seem to be the world of his previous life. So, where did this poem come from?
Could it be that … Ji Tiandao was also a transmigrator?
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Meanwhile.
The fourth disciple, Mingshi Yin, flew in the air and looked down at the ground with a pleased expression on his face.
"It's not easy for me to leave Golden Court Mountain. I'm going to have a good time!" He flew over Tangzi Town at high speed, causing the people in the town to exclaim.
"A bunch of ants making a fuss about nothing … I'm in a good mood today, so I'll find a few beauties to have a taste of."
He was about to swoop down when he remembered his master's words, so he quickly stopped and muttered, "Forget it. Master likes to play new tricks now, so I have to go along with him … Well, I'll be a good person and reward you with the gold, silver, and jewelry I plundered from the mounted bandits!"
Mingshi Yin untied his backpack and threw it to the streets of Tangzi Town.
Banknotes, gold, silver, and jewelry flew all over the sky and fell like raindrops.
"I'll also be the Boy of Wealth for once!"
Mingshi Yin had wanted to take the money to visit a beautiful woman, but since he was not going there, it was useless to keep the money. Besides, at his level, he was not short of money at all.
The people on the streets took cover.
When they saw that the things that fell to the ground were gold, silver, and jewelry, they began to snatch them madly.
In the blink of an eye, all the money was gone.
When the people saw the figure flashing in the sky, they fell to the ground and knelt down.
"Thank you, Bodhisattva! Thank you, living Bodhisattva!"
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