Jiuquan, Jiuquan, as the name suggests, Jiuquan City is famous for its two characteristics: "wine" and "spring".
There are many mountains outside Jiuquan City. Although the mountains are not high, there are many. There are dozens of springs in the mountains, which provide the most sweet and refreshing spring water. It is an excellent choice for making tea or cooking.
There are even wealthy families who have people stationed here permanently, carrying water back and forth day and night.
Then there’s winemaking.
As we all know, brewing is an extremely food-consuming industry, and ordinary cities cannot afford it. As the capital of Yunzhou and the center of the entire Yunzhou, it naturally has the foundation to develop the brewing industry.
The famous wines in Jiuquan City include 'Bamboo Leaf Green', 'White Night Zui', 'Yu Ye Niang', 'Peach Blossom Cake', 'Ner Er Hong', etc. Among them, 'Ner Er Hong' is the most famous in the world.
Basically, tourists who come to Jiuquan City are in vain if they don’t taste these fine wines.
At this time, in the Yuelai Inn, the largest inn in Jiuquan City, there was such a guest tasting wine.
He came riding a green donkey, and ordered a table of dishes for each person, and also ordered various fine wines, which he drank alone.
He was sitting in the lobby, near the window. There were supposedly many tourists of the same type, and he was just one of them, so he should be inconspicuous.
But in fact, he was sitting there, attracting the attention of all the guests in the inn like a spotlight.
Somehow, they felt that the person in front of them had a unique temperament that they could not ignore. Although they were also eating, they would peek out of the corner of their eyes from time to time.
This situation gradually improved as time went by, until after several bottles of wine, everyone was finally gone.
At this point, the group of diners themselves felt a little baffled, but they put it down and forgot about it in an instant.
"call……"
At the table, Mo Chengjun put down his wine glass and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel relaxed.
There is a saying that 'practice makes perfect'. I have used this Magic Heavenly Court a lot, and naturally accumulated a lot of experience. Whether it is the control of details or the performance of Yunshan Mist Cover, it is getting better and better.
As for him, he has been 'fooling' people in the name of heaven more and more often, and he has more and more ideas. From the initial imitation, to now, he has really put himself into the role.
In other words, when he was the Jade Emperor, he was not playing the role of the Jade Emperor, but the Jade Emperor.
There will be two emotions intertwined in his mind. On the one hand, he is aloof, sitting and watching the vicissitudes of the sea and the changes of the years, viewing all living beings as ants; on the other hand, he is compassionate and compassionate, wishing all living beings to escape from the sea of suffering and be free.
And when he was the son of an old man, he was a good gentleman and a kind grandfather, willing to teach with sincerity and willing to watch his students grow up little by little, so that he would be happy and satisfied.
When he finally became the patrolling immortal official, he never regarded himself as a liar, and he did not say anything to 'fool' others. He thought, did things, and answered questions completely in the capacity of the patrolling immortal official. .
At that time, he really felt that there was a heaven that spanned eternity behind him, and every word he said came from the bottom of his heart.
Well, he didn't want to make it so complicated, but he couldn't help it.
Who can cultivate immortality or become a superior person, which one is not a great wise man?
As long as the emotions are not in place, or there is some logic that is difficult to reconcile, who can be fooled?
Simply put, the more times you do it, the more experience you gain, and Mo Chengjun consciously does it better and better.
However, there are also side effects. If you are too deeply involved in the drama, it will be extremely difficult to get out of the drama. Just like what he did just now, he really had to drink several bottles of wine in a row before he found himself again.
Quietly, after drinking another pot of 'peach blossom stuffed' and eating some food, Mo Chengjun finally felt that he was doing well again and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
"Ya-Ya, is it easy for me? Is it easy? In order to cause some trouble for the Rodian Sect, I almost pushed myself to the point of ecstasy!"
"If I didn't know the truth about Heaven, I would have believed it myself!"
"It's not a problem even if you keep acting like this. Do you want to create some more convenient method?"
Despite such complaints, Mo Chengjun was quite satisfied this time.
Don’t think it’s unnecessary. In fact, the Butian Sect is too mysterious. They are like giant beasts lurking underwater. The bits and pieces revealed on the surface of the water are shocking. How amazing is the underwater world? No one knows that.
Even though they are constantly stirring up trouble, as long as they are not directly facing each other, it is estimated that not many sects are willing to oppose them.
Mo Chengjun was so forced that he had no choice but to 'fool' himself.
Next, let’s see how the fourth prince Zhao Yin reacts?
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For Fourth Prince Zhao Yin, this should be another ordinary day.
He washed and ate as usual, met with ministers as usual, dealt with complicated affairs as usual, got angry about certain things and dealt with some people as usual. Everything seemed to be the same as usual.
Except for the occasional distraction!
And this occasional loss of concentration is naturally understood to be caused by fatigue.
Well, Zhao Yin knows his own affairs from his own family. He knows that his "time is running out", but he has unfulfilled ambitions in his heart. He is taking advantage of this last time to be in power to do as much as possible. Make some.
It was normal for him to stay up all night correcting memorials, so when he saw him absent-minded, it was just a few words of admonishment from the minister, saying something like, "May the master take care of his dragon body."
The only difference is that on this day, Zhao Yin listened and took a rare rest earlier in the night.
However, what no one knew was that in the dead of night, Zhao Yin, who was supposed to be resting, opened his eyes again.
He didn't make any extra moves, but squinted his eyes slightly in the dark night, his brain was running rapidly, and he began to review bit by bit.
When the 'shock' subsides and reason comes online, Zhao Yin will naturally become suspicious.
This is not a personality problem, but as a qualified superior, being suspicious is almost an instinct.
Although he got the so-called 'opportunity', he still had to decide whether to do it or not, to what extent he should do it, how to prepare, how to enter the venue, how to end it, etc...
In fact, they are all controllable, and these naturally need to be considered carefully.
Therefore, he was not in a hurry to do anything, but first recalled and reviewed, recalled what he had experienced over and over again, and repeatedly considered the answers to each question.
A keen person can often tell something wrong from an expression or a tone of voice, and that's what he did.
However, after really going back and forth and considering it over and over again for three nights, he finally chose to believe it.
Believe in heaven, believe in chance, and believe in the patrolling immortal official, because he did not find any inconsistency in the 'logic', and combined with the various information collected about heaven before, they reflected each other.
And after he finally chose to believe it, he really started to study the method of conferring gods.
His cultivation level is not high, but he is a Golden Core cultivator after all, and he was born in the royal family. The secret techniques he has seen, heard, and knows are definitely far beyond those of ordinary cultivators.
But even he has never heard of or seen all the strange ideas, ideas and concepts in the method of conferring gods.
The most important thing is that he used some means to compare the methods of ghosts and gods spread by his ancestors. When the two were compared, the gap became highlighted.
The inspecting immortal official said that the way of ghosts and gods is just the germination of Shinto, and there is indeed truth to it.
After this, he still did not take any action, but began to deduce the impact that this method of conferring gods would have if it was completely popularized.
The influence on Xianmen,
influence on mortals,
influence on the government,
influence on the royal family,
Even the impact on the world here...
All these things have not happened yet, but he is trying hard to deduce a rough result.
Don't think that he is too cautious. In fact, he knows better than anyone else that this 'restarting the gods' is by no means a simple matter.
This is also his only chance to make a comeback, and no matter how cautious he is, he cannot be too cautious.
After all this, he spent another ten days and finally came to the conclusion - this can be done, and it has great benefits, so it must be done!
Should he say it or not, although his 'research' took a long time, once he made a decision, he immediately started taking action.
The first thing he did was not to build the large altar needed to anoint the god, nor to find a suitable candidate to anoint the god, but to contact someone.
That night.
Everything was silent.
The entire prince's residence once again fell into a deathly silence, just like the night when the patrolling immortal officials came more than ten days ago.
However, this time it is not an 'foreign enemy', but an 'inner ghost'.
On the bed, Zhao Yin suddenly opened his eyes. He squinted slightly to adjust to the darkness, and saw a black figure standing quietly outside the gauze curtain.
Although his movements were slight, the black shadow obviously knew that he was awake. He bowed slightly and said, "The shadow of the dark guard has met the fourth prince."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a ghost speaking from the underworld. It was creepy, and there was not much respect in his words.
Zhao Yin didn't feel anything was wrong, and he didn't move in a hurry. Instead, he took a breath and calmed down before sitting up and opening the gauze curtain.
He looked at the shadowy man in black and said, "Are you all ready?"
"yes!"
"Then let's get started."
The man in black didn't say anything nonsense. He directly raised his hand and made a hand gesture. He saw waves of black energy filling the air and covering the entire room.
At this point, from the outside, it was already pitch black and nothing could be seen, but inside, there was a bright space.
It was some kind of magic weapon that emitted light. There were nine of them, suspended in the air. After doing all this, the man in black opened his mouth and spit out a magic weapon.
It was a bronze mirror, bronze in color, and the rust stains on it showed that it had gone through a long period of time, but the complex patterns of the carvings were still clearly visible.
As soon as the bronze mirror appeared, a beam of light shot out from each of the nine luminous instruments, converging on one side of it, as if charged with energy. It kept getting bigger and bigger, until it was spread out in front of you, and the other side of the bronze mirror. A clear scene begins to emerge.
It was a scene that changed from far to near. What could be seen was a deep underground palace. Only the vague outline could be seen in the large dark tones. It looked like a beast or a ghost, and it was chilling to look at it.
Among them, the outline of another human figure gradually became clearer.
The man seemed to be standing with a sword, like a sculpture, but when the scene was zoomed in to a certain extent, he seemed to be aware of it, and stiffly tilted his head slightly and looked over.
Just such a move can scare the faint of heart out of anyone who is timid.
But as the 'camera' continued to zoom in, this person's appearance also came into view.
It was a very old man, with wrinkles and age spots on his face. Although he was wearing a dusty armor, it seemed that he could no longer hold it up and looked empty.
He didn't wear a helmet either, so he could clearly see that the top of his head was completely bare, with some white hair on both sides.
It seemed that he had taken care of it carefully. He combed his white hair upwards and made a "local support center" hairstyle. However, because the hair was too thin, it looked quite funny.
Of course, that's just what it looked like, because when he appeared, the man in black had already knelt down, kneeling down with his whole body on the ground, not even daring to raise his head.
If you look closely, your body seems to be shaking slightly.
Zhao Yin was better, but he also knelt down on his knees for the first time, but his waist was still straighter. He tried to calm down and said: "The fourth prince, Zhao Yin, has met his ancestors."
The ancestor looked very happy, grinned and said: "Oh my, isn't this the fourth son? What? Have you figured it out?
You also know that your ancestor likes you. If you don't want to argue, just say it. Your ancestor will always protect his life. "
As soon as he opened his mouth, you could see the mouth with few teeth left. The smile was quite gentle, just like the way a grandfather looked at his grandson.
But Zhao Yin only felt chills all over his body. Only those who knew this person's identity could clearly feel the tangible and invisible oppression. And this person, saying that 'what he says is what he says' is too much, but he dared to refuse him There are not many people left.
But this time, Zhao Yin categorically rejected him: "Ancestor, I am contacting you this time not to say that I want to give up. I have never thought of backing down, even if I die in the hands of other brothers."
"I am contacting you tonight because I want to get your help to help me achieve the throne of the Human Emperor."
The air was quiet for a few minutes. The quiet man in black almost suffocated himself to death, and the quiet ancestor stopped all his smiles.
He spoke again, and the smile disappeared from his voice, which became eerie and terrifying, and there was even an overwhelming smell of blood.
"You know, what are you talking about?"
"I know!"
"Since you know, you should know that this is impossible. I will not break the rules I have set."
"It wasn't possible before, but it's different now."
Zhao Yin suddenly raised his head, his eyes stubborn and scorching: "Ancestor, what if I said, I am willing to complete your unfinished business, and I am willing to restart the Conferred God?"
Perhaps he was too surprised, but the old man didn't speak for a long time, until a sigh that sounded like a whisper or a whisper came: "Feng Shen...
Are you kidding me, your ancestor?
Little Fourth Son, although I have liked you since you were a child, this does not allow you to speak nonsense in front of me. "
"How dare Zhao Yin be so presumptuous in front of you? Since I dare to say this, I am sure of success."
Zhao Yin's breath became smoother and smoother: "Ancestor, please don't worry, please listen to me explain the reason in detail?"
Hurry up and hurry up, it's too late again, hey, hey, hey... I'm so helpless!
(End of chapter)
