The old man said, "Everyone knows that there are gods on the sacred mountain."
"Of course, these gods protect the various countries and people in our Dragon Kingdom continent. The weather is smooth and the country is peaceful and the people are safe."
"By the way! I heard that this good idea of the United States was not Prime Minister Lu's idea!" The old man said seriously with a slight frown on his face.
"It wasn't Prime Minister Lu's idea? Whose idea was it?" someone on the side asked one after another.
"The gods on the sacred mountain. It is said that after Prime Minister Lu went to Beiliang, he was discovered by the gods on the sacred mountain. Lu Xiang is the son of the gods who has not been seen in thousands of years!" The old man said seriously.
"Son of the Gods?" The people were already very curious about this kind of story.
The old man said seriously, "Yes, when Mr. Lu first stepped into the territory of Beiliang, he saw wind and sand everywhere, and dark clouds covered the sky. Along with the dark clouds, there was the roar of dragons, and someone saw the wind and sand in the sky. Among them, the gods on the sacred mountain, riding golden dragons, came over and swept away Prime Minister Lu..."
"After Xiang Lu was swept away, everything returned to calm. The most strange thing happened. Xiang Lu's carriage was unscathed, but Xiang Lu disappeared out of thin air."
"The guards searched and searched for a whole day and night, but they couldn't find it..."
"On the night of the second day, there was no moon on the Beiliang grassland, and the sky was pitch black. However, in the middle of the night, the dark night sky suddenly brightened up! A person just appeared in the sky. .. His body exudes golden light. Guess who this person is!" The old man asked everyone with his eyes widened.
Everyone asked curiously, "Who is it?"
"Is it Prime Minister Lu?"
"It must be Prime Minister Lu..." everyone asked expectantly.
The old man slapped his thigh and said, "Yes and no...Although that person is Prime Minister Lu, he is no longer Prime Minister Lu!"
Everyone asked the old man, "Who is he?"
"He is the son of the gods!" the old man said seriously.
"The son of the gods? Is that Prime Minister Lu?" someone in the crowd asked.
"Yes! It was Prime Minister Lu! But at that time, Lu Qian had become the son of the gods. He had become the incarnation of the gods... He had this identity, so he had such a big party in Beiliang, Beiliang The emperor was not angry. Moreover, when Prime Minister Lu proposed the concept of the United States, no one objected! This is the will of the gods!" the old man said seriously.
The people watching on the side showed shocked expressions.
"What is the use of this son of the gods?"
"Are you stupid? The son of the gods is equivalent to an immortal. Do you think an immortal would care about being an emperor?"
After one person spoke, the people on the side suddenly became enlightened.
"Let me tell you, Prime Minister Lu abdicated just after he said he would abdicate..."
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"You old man, you are full of nonsense. You are a storyteller..." the scribe said with a nonchalant expression.
"Yeah, it sounds so mysterious, it's like you saw it."
The old man said to a few people who questioned, "Humph, do you believe it or not? I am not telling you to believe it. There are many saints coming to Beiliang Mountain these days, and they are following the sons of the gods. Come here. It is said that they are arranged by the gods to serve the sons of the gods... Okay... Okay, everyone, get out of the way, what am I doing with you talking nonsense? It's getting late, I have to go to worship The son of the gods. You'd better not believe it...it's useless to tell you such a good thing."
With that said, the old man pushed away the crowd and left impatiently.
Some people who had already believed a little bit grabbed the old man and said, "Uncle, uncle, we believe...what a good thing. What's the matter with you worshiping the son of the gods?"
The old man said calmly, "Nothing? Nothing..."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
At this moment, there was a middle-aged man on the side who said, "That old man is unreasonable. He... is just afraid that you will go and pay tribute."
Feng, he won’t be able to get in line by then..."
Seeing the middle-aged man speak, the person on the side continued to ask, "Brother, do you know something?"
The middle-aged man on the side said, "There are several saints who came down from the Beiliang Mountain. They are said to serve the Sons of Gods. They built a temple for the Sons of Gods in the south of the city. It is said that this is for the Sons of Gods to be able to live in the world. A temple was set up to be respected. As long as you worship in the temple of the Son of God and shout out your wishes, your dreams will come true. However, there are only fifty people per day!"
"Really? Are you so smart?"
Before the middle-aged man could speak, the people on the side said, "Are you stupid? Just look at that old man and you'll know if he's right... I'll go... Why am I talking nonsense to you... Look at the smart people." Already gone..."
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People on the side noticed that many people had stopped talking and left secretly.
Ever since, everyone followed and walked over.
Qin Wuya's coffin shop in the south of the city was transformed into a temple after a slight renovation under Lu Qian's instructions.
At this time, the temple was already lined with people, at least thousands of people.
These people came here after watching the announcements and hearing the stories of the Sons of the Gods.
They didn't care much about whether Lu Qian was the son of the gods or not.
I am very interested in the temple of the Son of God.
After all, I heard that everything is answered inside.
At this time, at the entrance of the Son of God's temple, Guan Huanghuang had already changed into white clothes.
The whole person wore light and elegant makeup.
Wearing a white bamboo hat.
Behind her were several women dressed similarly to her.
After Guan Huanghuang came out, he said to everyone, "Fellow believers of the Son of God, there are too many believers of the Son of God today. Therefore, we cannot let you enter the temple one by one to worship. Everyone will also use the divine selection method tomorrow to select the talents. There is an opportunity to make offerings to the Son of God.”
"Lady Saint, what is the Chosen God?"
Guan Huanghuang pretended to be an immortal and said, "The so-called divine selection means the person who is chosen by God and has the most sincere intentions. Everyone can come and receive the scriptures. The more you recite, the more sincere you are." The higher the chance of being chosen by God.”
As he spoke, Guan Huanghuang waved his hand lightly, and several women in white clothes took out a so-called scripture to distribute.
The people who came to queue saw the exotic and beautiful face under the veil, and they became more and more convinced.
After all, when had they ever seen such a beautiful woman.
Such a beautiful woman should only exist in paintings!
After everyone opened it, this scripture was also very down-to-earth: "I send an envelope to the son of God Lu Qian, and ask the son of God Lu Qian to protect me."
After everyone got the paper, Guan Huanghuang said, "Those who got the scripture paper today must recite to the scripture paper. Tomorrow, take the scripture paper, write your name, and participate in the divine selection!" "
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