Looking south to Buzhou, Fushan City.
Fushan City is a small city built at the foot of Fushan Mountain. Well, in fact, in Nanzhan Buzhou today, except for Yunjian City, no city is qualified to be called a 'big city'.
Fushan City is not big. It is only built in Beicheng District. The rest of the city is a huge construction site. There are people pushing wheelbarrows everywhere to transport city construction materials. There are also many supervisors holding whips and patrolling everywhere.
The lord of Fushan City is named Zhou. He used to be called Zhou Yuanwai, but now he is secretly called Zhou Bapi.
Different from others, Zhou Bapi had been an official before entering Dongtian. He was just a county magistrate. He was later removed from his position due to corruption, but he had previous connections and ended up smuggling salt. The sale of iron.
The Daxuan Dynasty also followed the path of "salt and iron official business", and these two items accounted for more than 50% of the imperial court's annual tax income. They were extremely important, and naturally the impact was strong.
As long as the identity is confirmed, the result is beheading, and there is almost no mercy.
Therefore, although salt and iron smuggling is violent, anyone who dares to engage in this business can be called a 'desperate'.
If Zhou Papi can work in this industry for a long time and do it steadily, he must have some tricks.
It's just that in the past, although he had a bad reputation outside, in the town, he built bridges and paved roads, was willing to do charity, and had a good reputation.
But all this is different in Nanzhanbuzhou.
Because he no longer had the direct jurisdiction of the imperial court, after his initial cautiousness, his ambition grew like a grass in the spring.
Not to mention how he operated, but after a series of methods, he not only gained the management rights of the town, but also captured three other villages within a hundred miles, so that the population under his jurisdiction exceeded 10,000.
Don't think it's too little, it's already pretty good here.
After Zhou Papi was satisfied, he started his plan to build the city, forcing everyone to do hard labor and build the city under this floating mountain.
Because of the methods of coercion, including beating and scolding, and killing people at every turn, he has only now been nicknamed "Zhou Bapi".
Of course, what I want to talk about at this time is neither Fushan City nor Zhou Bapi, but an eloquent storyteller in an open space in Fushan City.
At this time, it was already past noon.
The construction of Fushan City stopped for a while, and the workers gathered here after having a very sparse lunch.
There are three floors inside and three floors outside. I don’t know how many people gathered here, listening attentively.
On the stage, an old man with white beard and hair but a beautiful face was eloquent and talked endlessly about the plot of "Havoc in Heaven".
He spoke clearly and had a loud voice that could be heard clearly even from a long distance away. Along with his words, everyone seemed to be interpreting changing scenes in front of their eyes.
There seemed to be a monkey wearing golden armor and holding a golden hoop. He was fighting over the rivers and seas, defeating the heavenly soldiers and generals, and shouted out the words in front of the Lingxiao Palace: "The emperor takes turns, come to my house this year." slogan.
To say this slogan is tantamount to outright instigating people to rebel.
Not far away, Zhou Papi, the lord of Fushan City, looked extremely ugly, but it was just ugly. He did nothing and did not dare to do anything.
Not long ago, it was impossible for a 'lunch break' to exist in Fushan City. He wished that everyone could not eat or sleep in Zhucheng, let alone have such a 'storyteller'.
But everything changed after the caravan arrived.
He originally saw how much goods and money the caravan had entrusted, and was interested. But after all the people he sent out never came back, he knew he had hit a brick wall.
After the caravan left and the storyteller stayed behind, looking at what he said, if he said he was not sad, it was a lie. He was afraid that some people would be instigated by him and do something 'treasonous and unethical'.
Of course, if you want to say whether he dares to take action against the other party's storyteller, then it's even more difficult.
Because this storyteller is not taboo, and will show off some surgical techniques from time to time to show his identity as an immortal master.
Of course, none of them are the protagonists. The protagonist at this time is an inconspicuous dark and thin man below among the dense crowd.
This man's surname is Feng, and his name is 'Tiezhu'. His parents naturally gave him this name because they wanted him to look stronger, but in reality, how can he be strong when he doesn't have enough to eat?
Tie Zhu's skin is dark, his back is slightly stooped, and he can barely distinguish a little bit of childishness on his face, but these are not important anymore.
He is an out-and-out farmer. Three generations of his ancestors have relied on farming, but he doesn't like farming, let alone endless labor.
At this time, he was staring at the stage, for fear of missing a word, with a pair of pure and bright eyes on his dark face.
In the corner that he couldn't see, a thread glowing with golden light seemed to sink into the clouds, connecting to a distant place.
At this time, a pair of eyes fell on him through a long distance. After observing for a moment, he finally nodded with satisfaction and said in a voice that no one could hear: "Not bad, then you Got it!"
So, as soon as he pointed, an invisible stream of light flashed through and submerged into the body of the iron pillar.
It really just passed by in a flash, as if something had changed, and as if nothing had happened. Looking back, the man in the cloud no longer paid attention to him, but turned his gaze in other directions.
It was night, Feng Tiezhu had a dream, a long dream.
In his dream, he saw many immortals who could fly into the sky, escape from the earth, and turn over rivers and seas.
In the dream, he also saw many huge and strange monsters.
Of course, because the dream was too long, he couldn't see it clearly. Only at a certain moment, everything seemed to slow down.
So, in the dream, he seemed to see the majestic and continuous heavenly palace standing in the clouds above the nine heavens, with golden light shining down, mysterious and majestic.
In the dream, he saw immortals flying away on clouds, gods coming in the wind, strong men guarding, and fairies busy.
They seemed to be holding a grand banquet, and peaches with alluring luster were brought out. Countless gods and goddesses were watching the goddesses dancing and graceful; while they were chatting and laughing.
In his dream, he saw a monkey. It must have been a monkey. It looked like a monkey, but it jumped out of a stone.
He became the monkey king of a mountain, but he was afraid of death. He walked in the human world, but wanted to pursue the path to immortality.
He walked and searched for a long time, and finally found a fairy mountain and worshiped an immortal as his teacher.
He learned great skills here, including a somersault thousands of miles away, and seventy-two transformation techniques that could avoid three disasters and six calamities.
In the dream, he once entered the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea to seize treasures and took the Ruyi Cudgel. He also served as an official in the Heavenly Court and raised the Pegasus to a strong size.
He once again went down to heaven, made his own name, gathered a group of demons to rebel against the sky, and fought with hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals. The battle made the sky dark and the earth dark, and the sun and the moon lost light.
In the dream, he once played tricks on the giant spirits and generals, smashed the magic weapons of the four heavenly kings, and fought fiercely with the three great gods of the sea. Until the end, he fought fiercely for three thousand rounds with the Erlang God Yang Jian, and finally missed and was captured.
But this is not the end, but the beginning of the climax.
In the dream, the monkey was burned in a huge furnace for seventy-seven forty-nine days, but he suddenly developed a pair of fiery eyes. Then he kicked over the alchemy furnace, picked up the golden hoop, and beat it into the Lingxiao Palace. .
He wants to crush Lingxiao!
Even in his dream, Tie Zhu felt that his blood was boiling, as if there were gushing emotions brewing in his heart, and he was surging with passion.
Until the end of the dream, there seemed to be a shadowy figure of the great sage with his feet on the earth, three heads and six arms, standing between the sky and the earth.
In the diffuse boundless nothingness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking down slightly, staring at the ant-like iron pillars, and the sound that seemed to be absent shook the dream.
"Are you willing to believe in me, my grandson?"
Tie Zhu shouted almost without thinking: "I do!"
His voice was weak but firm, and there was only one word in answer.
"good!"
…
The dream finally ended, and when Tie Zhu woke up, he even had the illusion that a thousand years had passed, as if he had been separated from the world.
But just when he was almost instinctively preparing to get out of bed and go to work, his mind was filled with all kinds of information.
He seemed to remember everything in the dream, but it seemed so out of reach. What came out was more knowledge.
For example, how to build temples and create statues of gods.
For example, how to be a qualified temple blessing.
For example, how to pray and pray to the great saint.
Another example is how to borrow divine power and use magic.
All these things filled his mind for a while, so much so that he was overwhelmed.
On this day, he did not go to work, but found a storyteller. Without any additional words, the storyteller immediately prepared the site, stones, bricks and wood for him, and even did it himself.
So, almost unbelievably, a temple was built overnight in Fushan City. When the red cloth in front of the door was lifted, the three words "Great Holy Temple" appeared in front of everyone.
As a result, the sandalwood scent was faint and the bells reverberated, and Feng Tiezhu transformed into a temple blessing. Furthermore, with his efforts, the temple's incense became more and more prosperous.
This is naturally not an exception.
In fact, in the entire Nanzhan continent, in any larger area, temples quickly appeared from scratch.
Of course, it’s not just the Great Holy Temple, but also Erlang Temple, Juling Temple, Sanqing Temple, Four Heavenly Kings Temple, Leizu Temple, Caishen Temple, Zhenwu Temple, Yuelao Temple and so on...
Although each temple helps shape statues of more than one god, there is one and only one god who is mainly worshiped, and there is also a temple priest who takes care of it, and this is what Mo Chengjun intended.
Although Mo Chengjun likes to sit in the Lingxiao Palace among the Illusory Heavenly Courts the most, he never thinks that he is the Jade Emperor.
Or, to be more precise, he could be any immortal god in heaven.
The reason why there are so many of them is to better compare the differences between the incense and the will power. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the result of careful consideration.
…
Some things are like a snowball. Once it starts, it will get bigger and bigger and more popular as time goes by.
That's what faith is!
With the establishment of temples one after another and the efforts of temple priests, the name of Heaven and the gods and Buddhas in the sky began to be widely spread.
Naturally, what comes rolling in is the incense and will power.
With a sufficient supply of incense and wish power, Mo Chengjun also began to cultivate the second spirit and the golden body of wish power step by step.
When you really start to get involved in it personally, the feeling is different.
To be precise, he had read "The Golden Body Technique of Wish Power" before and felt that this secret book was quite complete no matter from any angle.
Its shortcomings are probably similar to those of the "Taiping Gui Jing". There may be one or two parts that are not in line with the 'reality', and it can be replaced slightly.
But now?
He no longer thinks so.
To be precise, after he really got into it and understood it more deeply, his evaluation again was just four words - full of loopholes.
That's right, the entire ghost and god system is full of loopholes!
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