Leave the ancestral temple and come to the inner city.
The streets are spotless and cleaned at all times.
Soldiers lined up in neat rows patrolled the inner city day and night.
Compared with the lively fireworks in the outer city, the inner city, where only the princes and nobles can live, seems much quieter.
This does not mean that the inner city is not prosperous. On the contrary, the best talents from all walks of life in the world gather here.
The foot-washing maids in the brothels in the inner city can serve as oirans in various places in the outside world.
Everything revolves around the enjoyment of the princes and nobles, and more water flows in one night than in the outer city in seven days.
With several owl guards following behind him, Baiyao stood at the intersection thinking about where to get some spiritual stones.
After traveling through time, he never had to worry about money. The royal family, which had not received the enlightenment from their ancestors for decades, rushed to renovate the palace for him, collected delicacies from all over the world, and even used jade shells to cast him a tripod surrounded by three people.
Go to the royal family and ask for spiritual stones?
Baiyao gave up this idea.
The mortal world is different from the outside world. Spiritual energy is thin and it is impossible to produce spiritual minerals. The royal family is not keen on cultivating immortals. Maybe there are some, but they are only used for collection.
Not to mention blackmailing the supported practitioners. Although they can't go to the battlefield, they are still needed for chores such as running errands and delivering letters.
It is estimated that they don't have much goods on them, otherwise they would not come to the mortal world to seek wealth.
correct.
Baiyao's eyes lit up.
Just ask Kong Xuan to borrow it!
He closed his eyes and called out to the imperial list in his heart.
With the help of the Imperial God List, he can contact any god on the list.
"Is Brother Kong here?"
Kong Xuan, who was transforming Chaoge's land everywhere, raised his head in the field and answered from his heart:
"What's wrong?"
Baiyao said straightforwardly:
"Do you have any spiritual stones there? Lend me tens of thousands of them. I will give you double the amount from the gods of the world in the future."
The breeze blew a strand of hair hanging down on Kong Xuan's forehead. He was stunned for a moment and replied:
"Spiritual stone? I don't have that kind of thing."
"Aren't you a practitioner?"
"But I became a quasi-sage during the Lich Tribulation. Spiritual stones are as useless to me as ordinary gold and silver."
Baiyao: "..."
Kong Xuan in the distance walked to the field and said with a smile:
"If Da Zhu is in a hurry to practice, he might as well listen to me and live in the Star-Zhaing Building I built."
"It's okay, I'll think of other ways."
Baiyao cut off the contact. He mainly wanted to take the spirit stone to Beihai. That ghost place had been in his memory. It was a bitter cold place. Although it was not far from Fangwai, there was no aura at all.
This reminded him of a sentence he had seen before traveling through time:
The place closest to heaven is often hell.
Even if he could ask Kong Xuan to help him and loot a sect outside Fang, he would not do it.
Practitioners who are on the imperial list must be respected regardless of their level of cultivation.
Treat Kong Xuan as a friend so that he doesn't feel restricted, and then you can use him as an example to win over other strong people who have shined in the Conferred Gods.
When Jiang Ziya comes down from the mountain, he can still use the Imperial God List and the Conferred Gods List to counter this, propagating that if you go to the Conferred Gods List, you will lose your freedom, and you will have to serve Haotian like a slave for countless epochs...
correct!
Baiyao's eyes lit up again.
You can go to Nuwa Palace to borrow spiritual stones!
The temple blessings and waiters there are all practitioners. The golden boy and beautiful girl look extraordinary. The saint's power must have spiritual stones!
"Lead some golden-eyed beasts."
Baiyao said to Xiaowei:
"Let's go to Nuwa Palace."
Xiaowei folded his hands and said yes.
At this moment, a cry of killing came from the side street.
I saw a man covered in blood crying and running towards Baiyao.
He looked horrified and was crying. He was hit by an arrow in the back and suffered serious injuries.
Seeing Baiyao, he seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and ran over rolling and crawling, shouting as he ran:
"Congratulations! Congratulations! I was wronged!"
The owl guards collectively drew their swords and stood in front of Bai Yao. One of the owl guards shouted angrily:
"Be bold!"
"Let him come over."
Baiyao said softly.
The man was wearing a light purple robe with a black bird pattern embroidered on the hem and a small horned beast embroidered on the chest.
They are from the royal family...from the collateral line Qilu.
The owl guard obeyed the order and got out of the way. The man crawled to Baiyao's feet and kowtowed uncontrollably:
"Best wishes, the Qilu family is so loyal to Dashang. It is really unjust!!!"
The soldiers who were chasing him appeared on the street corner. When they saw Baiyao, they immediately threw away their weapons and saluted in unison from a distance:
"Kowtow to the great blessing——"
Baiyao squinted at the man and asked:
"Who? What have you been wronged for?"
The man wiped the blood off his face, and the pain from the wound made his mouth tremble when he spoke:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty said that Qilu intends to rebel and wants to put us all to death!"
He was so aggrieved that he kept crying:
"Someone must have been instigating it. The Qilu family has never had second thoughts. My grandfather even set himself on fire to show his piety to his ancestors..."
"Wait a minute," Baiyao raised his eyebrows slightly and asked:
"which year?"
The man wiped his tears and replied:
"The second year after the king ascended the throne."
He started kowtowing again until he was bleeding:
"Great congratulations! You can ask your ancestors! Qilu was really framed! The anti-poetry found in my father's room was secretly placed in it by a traitor!"
Baiyao nodded, took a few steps back, and said expressionlessly to the owl guard beside him:
"Cut it."
When the man heard these two words, he raised his head blankly:
"ah?"
The next moment, a cold light flashed through.
The man's head flew high, and blood surged like a fountain from the broken neck.
Baiyao stood behind Owl Guard and didn't touch a drop.
He watched the man's head roll on the ground like a rubber ball, and he had already figured out the whole story in his mind.
Di Xin's purge has begun, and none of the royal family members who questioned him back then can escape.
He used his military power to obtain the approval of his ancestors from Baiyao, just to silence the royal family who opposed his reduction of human sacrifice forever.
Anti-poetry is just an excuse to take action.
With the military power already in his hands, Baiyao naturally didn't mind helping Di Xin again.
The public execution of this member of the royal family was the most powerful evidence of their rebellion.
Baiyao, who had long been accustomed to death, stood in front of the headless corpse, waiting for the owl guard to bring the golden-eyed beast.
Smelling the smell of blood, he suddenly remembered something very interesting.
After five dynasties, millions of people died because of him, but he never killed anyone with his own hands.
In the world view of everyone in Dashang, killing someone with his own hands is no different from sending someone to an ancestral temple to worship their ancestors.
The latter also requires cumbersome rituals, while the former only requires one knife.
…
By the time Baiyao arrived at Nuwa Palace riding the golden-eyed beast, it was already afternoon.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, the sun is so scorching that it makes people blind, and even the wind brings a breathless heat wave.
It's only the end of March, and I can't imagine how hot it will be in the summer.
"In two years' time, Nezha will slay the dragon."
Feeling the sultry weather, Baiyao straightened his clothes and thought of Nezha.
It was because the weather was too hot that the little kid sneaked out of the house to take a bath in Jiuwan River, and that's why he had to cut off the bones to repay his father and cut off his flesh to repay his mother.
He asked Kong Xuan, if a person loses his body and uses the treasures of heaven and earth to carry his soul, is it good or bad for him?
"What's the difference between that and the weapon spirit?"
Baiyao repeated Kong Xuan's answer in his heart and stepped into Nuwa Palace.
