There is also a lack of super lucky presence among practitioners. The more common luck routines include "falling off the cliff and picking up magical skills"; there are also those who suddenly awaken their inexplicable cultivation physique while walking, and those who are taken away by the super-powered people who pass by are disciples; there are even types that can always get the greatest benefits every time they enter the secret realm.

But in short, even if a monk has a strong fortune, his fortune is within a certain range, and the luck of a person has a limit.

But the luck of the "White Saint" in front of him was obviously abnormal.

The Northern Emperor racked his brains to think of a similar Confucian saint - a Confucian saint.

The Confucian saints of that time seemed to be in this state, with their strong fortunes that were unremarkable. They stepped out of their own way and entered the realm of immortality in a very short period of time, and then became an existence that was overwhelming for a lifetime.

At the beginning, the Northern Emperor vaguely remembered that the "Emperor of Heaven" once mentioned that Confucian sages were very unusual.

Moreover, in my memory, Emperor Tian once repeatedly mentioned the unusualness of Confucian sages, saying that the luck of Confucian sages is not something that humans can possess.

"Is this 'white saint' also the same kind of existence as the Confucian saint?" The Northern Emperor said in his heart.

So if this continues, will the "Bai Sheng" become a Confucian saint in a very short time, suppressing one's life and then competing for the way of heaven?

...

...

"My friend Song, do you know this Bai Sheng?" The emperor of the North looked at Song Shuhang and asked-after all, the "left hand" of this young friend Song was still hanging on the branch of the white Sheng's merit.

"Yes, Senior Bai is a senior I met in the group. When he left the customs, I picked him up and guided him to learn some modernization knowledge." Song Shuhang nodded.

"Has this Bai Sheng's luck always been very good?" asked the Northern Emperor.

Song Shuhangdao: "It is necessary, Senior Bai's luck is beyond words. I have never seen anyone with a more European emperor than Senior Bai. It is worthy of being called "Bai", and it has nothing to do with Africans."

The Emperor of the North: "..."

Although he couldn't understand the European Emperor and inexplicably related to Africans, he could probably understand the meaning of Song Shuhang's dialect.

"Does this Bai Sheng have other characteristics besides being lucky?" asked the Northern Emperor.

"Other characteristics? For example, falling flat on the ground? Accelerating ten times faster?" Song Shuhang replied subconsciously.

The Emperor of the North: "..."

He found that his thinking was not on the same channel as Song Xiaoyou, and sometimes it was very tiring to communicate with both sides.

"Also, Emperor, why do you suddenly care so much about Senior Bai? You can't fall in love with Senior Bai, right? Although I know Senior Bai is very charming,..." Song Shuhang's sudden and quick-talking problem broke out again, and he couldn't stop his mouth. As soon as he remembered this possibility in his head, he asked directly. Halfway through his speech, he woke up and had his old problem again, and quickly stopped talking.

The Emperor of the North: "I heard that Xiaoyou Song, you recently got another 'fate talisman', and you can be resurrected once after you die. Is this 'fate talisman' effective? "

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" Song Shuhang quickly admitted his mistake.

"I just feel that Bai Sheng is really similar to the Confucian saints of that time to some extent." said the Northern Emperor.

"Oh, Emperor, are you talking about the one who was born and was very arrogant when he was young, and after practicing? That person feels that he is still different from Senior Bai. Whether it is his style of conduct, his personal style is not very similar. In addition to his luck, Confucian saints have the same extremes in their painting style and Senior Bai, which seems to be the same as the other two extremes, which are completely opposite." Song Shuhangdao.

"Have you ever seen a Confucian saint?" The emperor of the North glanced at Song Shuhang. When Song Xiaoyou talked about Confucian saints, he was very knowledgeable, as if he had personally contacted a Confucian saint.

"Not long ago, I followed Senior Bai to visit the Confucian Baiyun Academy. Later, something happened. We encountered a video left by the Confucian saint. Then, I listened to the awesomeness of the image for the rest of the afternoon. It tells the life of the Confucian saint." Song Shuhang sighed.

The Emperor of the North: "..."

The Emperor fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Little Friend Song, how are you lucky?"

"Lucky? It seems to be fine recently... but not long ago, I was quite unlucky. Every time a senior who calculates the black hexagram calculates the 'Good Good Luck' for me, and I have encountered many unlucky things. I have encountered several waves of life-long events. I am so tired and want to rest." Song Shuhangdao, in his subconscious, always felt that he was quite declining.

The Northern Emperor nodded.

While he was talking, suddenly cold sweat broke out on Song Shuhang's forehead.

"Shit~" He thrust in pain.

The Emperor of the North: "?"

"The left hand is so hot, it feels like it's boiling, it's hot." Song Shuhang said grinning, and he looked up at the sky.

In the world of heavenly tribulation, the hail of merit above Senior Bai's head finally began to decrease, and it would change again into the rain of merit.

Hanging on Senior Bai’s merit tree, Song Shuhang’s left arm had turned golden at this time, and as the rain of merit continued to fall, his left arm began to become slightly transparent.

It seemed to have turned into golden glass.

"If Gu read it right, your left hand is mutating." The Northern Emperor said calmly.

"What do you want to mutate?" Song Shuhang asked.

Mutations may not necessarily all turn into good things. If a real * Qilin arm is transformed into, he doesn't know whether it will cause repulsion after installing it. Even if he doesn't transform into a Qilin arm, it will feel very strange to put such a golden arm back.

The Northern Emperor pointed not far away, and said with a calm expression on his face: "Did you see the fellow Taoist who eats melons?"

"Will my left hand become a melon-eating fellow Taoist?" Song Shuhang said in shock.

The Holy Lord of Eating Melon turned his head, looked at Song Shuhang and the Northern Emperor calmly, and looked up again at the scene where Bai Sheng showed his saint.

"Your thought it was beautiful." The Northern Emperor said: "Your left hand is still in the state of physical body, so after mutation, it should become the same state as the old body of a fellow practitioner. The body and the light of merit merge, without distinction between each other. But in fact, there is a little difference between the body and the light of merit."

Song Shuhang: "When I want to be promoted to the ninth rank, do I also need to perform a 'abandoned body' ceremony?"

The Northern Emperor: "You have practiced the "World-wide Merit Art of the World"? If you haven't practiced, why do you want to 'abandon your body' ritual?"

Que Yao Xiaocai: "Swallowing, it would be great if I could replace Master's left arm. If so much merit power falls into my body, my merit power will rise "swoosh"!"

Song Shuhang gently patted Xiao Cai: "Don't worry, Xiao Cai. You will definitely become my right-hand man in the future."

Xiao Cai: "Master, you don't want to put me on your left arm and act as your left hand?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

Install a colorful bird on your left hand? What kind of painting style is this!

While talking.

Suddenly, Song Shuhang felt another sensation of pain in his left hand.

"It's coming again, it hurts, it hurts, this time it hurts heartily." Song Shuhang grinned.

The level of pain this time is no less than the pain he brought when he used the "secret identification method".

In the picture of Bai Sheng showing the saint.

The rain of merit in the sky finally stopped.

At this time, Song Shuhang's left hand changed again.

Originally, the entire left arm had turned into a golden glass shape, but at this time, all the golden colors on the left arm seemed to be squeezed and were pressed towards the index finger of the left hand.

After a while, his left hand returned to its original state, but the index finger turned into pure gold, with its own light effect and emitting a dazzling light.

Really - Goldfinger!

"From today, Master, you are the man who has the protagonist template." Qu Yao Xiaocai said: "You have something that is indispensable to every protagonist - Golden Finger."

Song Shuhang: "..."

A golden finger looked even more weird. People who didn't know thought his finger had been cut, and then changed it to a pure gold finger.

...

...

Song Shuhang's left hand mutated, and some changes also occurred in the third thousand-year-old saint Changyuanzi, who was also hanging on the branches of merit.

Chang Yuanzi was still screaming in some messy lines.

But as the continuous power of merit fell into his body, his voice became lower and lower.

Finally, when Senior Bai's rain of merit ended, Chang Yuanzi opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was no longer chaos, but a bright spot.

The inner demon disaster is over.

The practitioners in the heavens and all realms couldn't help but start to talk.

"The third saint of a thousand years has gone good luck. When he met Bai Sheng, he actually used the power of Bai Sheng's merit to overcome the inner demon disaster!"

"In this way, the Third Saint of the Thousand Years can also return to the main world, right?"

"He owes Bai Sheng a great favor!"

However, the Northern Emperor shook his head slightly: "He lost, he lost to the inner demon robbery."

"Lost? Didn't he wake up?" Song Shuhang asked.

"He really has to thank Bai Sheng for injecting his merit power. If it weren't for this wave of merit power, after losing to the inner demon disaster, he would directly add the fire of the catastrophe and destroy his spirit and body. This wave of merit power from Bai Sheng allowed him to save his life." The Northern Emperor said.

While speaking, Chang Yuanzi jumped down from the tree of merit, and he bent down deeply at Senior Bai and bowed.

He knew that he had a terrible defeat in the inner demon tribulation, and that his survival was all due to the help of Senior Bai.

"Chang Yuanzi thanked Bai Sheng." Chang Yuanzi said bitterly.

The Bai Sheng in front of me... has always been the object of envy of Chang Yuanzi because he is the person Beloved by Fairy Bixue deeply.

But now, he had to bow his head to his rival.

After thanking him, Chang Yuanzi reached out and sacrificed his holy seal.

At this time, his holy seal was dull and without a trace of majesty.

Chang Yuanzi sighed softly.

He missed a great opportunity because he used the "Xuan Sheng's Dharma" to confess to the Fairy Girl of Biexue, and his tribulation was considered a failure.
Chapter completed!