Chapter 545

His face twitched. When the poison king saw that the holy ancestor suddenly appeared in front of them, they were immediately stunned. One shivered, so they quickly knelt down and worshipped: "the current four Dharma kings of our religion, the poison king and the corpse king, pay homage to the holy ancestor."

With a smile, the holy ancestor didn't speak, but a teasing laughter came from another direction: "why, now only recognize the holy ancestor and ignore us?"

"You are... Hiss!"

The wrinkled corners of their eyes could not stop trembling. The poison king turned their heads rigidly, but they saw that at this time, a group of illusory figures were around and watching them.

It's not the spirit of the past religious leaders. Who is it.

In particular, the person who spoke was Ouyang Feiying, the previous leader they had assisted.

Suddenly, the two old men were so scared that their legs softened. They took a breath, kept kowtowing their heads to these heroes and apologized: "I'm sorry, the religious leaders of all ages have shown their spirits. I hope the religious leaders will forgive me."

"Hey, we old ghosts come and go in a hurry. What can we welcome far? We won't post to you in advance?"

With a sneer, the holy ancestor waved his hand and said, "you're welcome. Sit down!"

Ah!

Wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads, the two Dharma kings sat on the ground with a dry smile, sitting in a circle with a group of religious leaders and heroes, and their hands trembled nervously.

The holy ancestor glanced at them obliquely, smiled indifferently and ignored them. He just narrowed his eyes and murmured, "two little ghosts, do you know what we came to see you this time?"

"Please give instructions from the Holy Father!"

As soon as they bowed down, the poison king and their faces turned white.

With a smile, the holy ancestor suddenly twinkled two fine mans in his eyes and said faintly, "the time for the revival of our religion has come. Go and revive all the contact points of our religion."

"The focal point of this teaching?"

The poison king looked up and looked at the holy ancestor with a puzzled face.

Ouyang Feiying smiled and said faintly: "Old poison, what the holy father said is the contact points set up in all parts of the world since the thirty-three generations of religious leaders unified the ten empires. At first, our church could transmit freely among the contact points of the ten empires, control the information traffic of the whole world, and can be said to be in charge of the world. But later, our church declined day by day, and these contact points were destroyed one by one. Now the holy father let you To rebuild the contact point is to restore the glory of the thirty-three generations. "

"Really?"

At the moment, the poison king and the two people immediately rejoiced, but soon their eyebrows hesitated: "but these ancient contact points, the arrangement method of messenger crystal and transmission array, our religion has been lost. I'm afraid it's difficult to recover because the old man and others are stupid!"

"This is not what you have to worry about. You just need to rebuild all the strongholds. As for the task of arranging the transmission array and the transmission crystal, let's give it to our current generation of sect leader and the junior 38 of the second generation of holy ancestors."

With a slight smile, the holy ancestor said faintly: "just as the saying goes, to get rich, we should first build roads. To expand our influence, we must first do a good job in communication. In that way, we can connect the power of our religion in the whole world. No matter where there is an accident, we can help one side in trouble and all sides."

Nodding, the poison King nodded and agreed.

At this time, Ouyang Feiying frowned slightly and said again: "also, in these ten empires, there are enemies in the dark against our religion. You should be more careful. Send more spies to inquire, so as not to let Xiao Sanba repeat our mistakes in those years!"

"What? What do you mean, sect leader Ouyang? Is someone targeting this sect?"

When their bodies shook, the poison king looked at him for unknown reasons.

With a deep nod, Ouyang Feiying sighed: "Before soul regeneration attacked us, our three waiters were secretly removed. The person who removed them must not be soul regeneration. He doesn't have the ability. Someone must help him secretly. Or, he may be just a chess piece in someone else's hand. So I secretly asked Wang batian to guard the general altar of our sect. No matter what happens, he must not be good at it Move to avoid being taken advantage of by the enemy. "

"What? It turns out that Wang batian was ordered by the leader of Ouyang cult. When the sect was besieged by Wulin and the ten empires, he didn't protect the sect together."

Hearing what he said, the poison King finally realized it.

Ouyang Feiying smiled and sighed, "yes, you misunderstood him for so many years. Brother Wang just joined the sect. He had the cleanest foundation, was withdrawn and had no sense of existence. I asked him to guard the rear of the sect just to see who was behind the scenes? Unfortunately, the man didn't appear, and the sect was already fragmented."

"Oh, I see. Since the leaders are still alive, why didn't they show up to lead our church? Even if you appoint an heir to the leader, our church won't fall apart."

With a tight fist, the poison King understood everything, but he still didn't understand.

Without speaking, all the religious leaders looked at the holy ancestor.

The holy ancestor raised his eyebrows, looked around, shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "what do you mean, blame me?"

They didn't speak, but their eyes meant that.

"Yes, I didn't let the leaders show up at that time, because we were already ghosts. We couldn't go anywhere except in the holy tomb. What's the use even if we showed up? This time, we wouldn't have come out with him if the little 38 hadn't taken away the holy flame master."

With a smile, the face of the holy ancestor glittered with wisdom: "Besides, at that time, no one in our church was suitable to be a leader. Instead of appointing one at random, we might as well do nothing like this for a hundred years. Although our church is half dead, it is not dead after all. But if you arbitrarily appoint an incompetent leader, you will take a group of stupid angry youths out to die with others when you were tricked by others I'm afraid our religion has perished. "

At this point, the holy ancestor couldn't help sighing: "The holy fire sect is like a legacy left by the Buddha to you. It will be destroyed if it is handed over to unworthy children. It will be carried forward only if it is given to promising future generations. Unfortunately, no one has made a difference in this generation. The sect has been going downhill and never recovered. It has been lawless for nine days and ten places in those years, and it has almost been destroyed now. You Guys, it's almost making me despair. You've lost billions of assets to millions, and you dare to call yourself a millionaire, alas. "

The holy ancestor was smiling bitterly, and the rest of the people listened and lowered their heads in shame.

Poison king, they touch their noses. It's not easy to judge the previous leaders.

"So!"

Then, the saint continued: "in the past 100000 years, it's not that we don't want to show up, but that no one makes us worth showing up for him, except this little 38. His arrival will bring new prosperity to our religion and will no longer continue to go downhill. Therefore, he is the second-generation saint."

"Well... Let him be careful of the behind the scenes..."

"Be careful, fart!"

Ouyang Feiying pondered for a while and said solemnly, but he was pushed back by the holy ancestor in an instant: "The stage is still too small for this little monk. It's just for him to practice dancing. He hasn't arrived at the formal performance occasion yet. Set a small goal for him to win the ten empires first and restore the prestige of our religion to the thirty-three generations. As for the black hand after the scene, let him cool off. Don't care. He can't block the way of little monk."

WOW!

The old man Shengzu really values the thirty-eight generations inexplicably. He is not the same as us at all.

It looks like a grandson. Let's just pick it up.

Hearing what he said, all the religious leaders looked at each other, all of them lowered their heads in embarrassment and smiled.

Saint Zu, he really dotes on the thirty-eight generations. Why don't he dote on them? Alas