After the six demons left, Yaochi asked:
"These six demons are all brave and foolhardy. I'm afraid they will miss your big event."
Haotian sighed deeply.
"Nowadays, the loose immortals in this ancient world are hiding in caves and dare not come out. If they are forced to do anything, they will worship the three religions again. I have no more choices."
"I am a Saint of Hunyuan. I have the destiny of heaven. Every move involves too much and cannot escape the eyes and ears of the Saint. Before becoming a god, I canonize divine generals everywhere. I am afraid that I will attract the prying eyes of those saints."
"These six demons are already well-known people on the list of gods. Sooner or later they will be the divine generals of heaven. I will sign the canonization by signature. The saints will not worry too much."
Haotian felt helpless.
It is hard for me to express my sorrow for the Great Heavenly Lord.
The gods were enthroned to measure calamities, and the three Taoist religions were determined by heaven, and their disciples were killed to fill the heaven.
Originally, he was displeased by all parties.
Every saint looked at him with ill intentions.
The Twelve Golden Immortals looked at him coldly and had no good looks.
After Taozu became a Taoist, how could he dare to touch the bad luck of several saints regardless of world affairs?
It is his best choice to close the Nantian Gate tightly, not to be affected by the Conferred Gods, and wait for the various divine generals to be listed on the list.
Any action he makes may trigger variables that are detrimental to him.
"I can take over three hundred divine generals and eighty thousand star demons just by retreating into seclusion, but now I have to die in person!"
"Di Xin is really hateful, taking away my luck!"
Haotian couldn't help but scolded Zi Shou again.
Despite scolding, he was extremely envious of Di Xin.
This human king was destined to die. No matter how hard he tried, there would be no worse ending.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to be a drunken and hedonistic king before you die?"
"Why do you have to have trouble with me?"
Haotian sighed deeply again.
…
Longde Hall.
Wen Zhong also felt the changes in the fate of the world. His eyebrows widened and his eyes widened, and he was extremely shocked.
The national fortune unexpectedly increased by three points!
This matter has never happened even in the six years since the king took the throne.
Wen Zhong looked at Feng Jiu, who was leaning over to study ink, and the imperial edict that caused changes in the fate of the country, and he was very eager to know the content.
His eyebrows fluttered and his eyes were deep.
He knew that a real event, something far greater than killing some incense gods with low cultivation, was coming.
Zi Shou's imperial edict had been written long ago, and he found that every word in the edict was entwined with the fate of the country.
"I didn't expect that the imperial decree also included national destiny."
"The cultivation of spiritual power and the cultivation of incense have corresponding cultivation techniques in the world of Yangshen. I don't know if there is a national destiny."
"The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Hong Yi will be released from prison to kill people. I hope there will be new progress in eliminating the killings and catastrophes, allowing me to draw my ability again."
Zishou's thoughts surged, and he threw the imperial edict to the official in front of the palace and said:
"Publish a thousand copies and spread the message to the world!"
"I will come to Qishui tomorrow to build a temple and worship the gods!"
"Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu led three thousand cavalry to open the way, accompanied by hundreds of civil and military officials. They also asked painters to carry pen and ink to create a picture of the king of men and the conferment of gods, and publish it all over the world!"
After Zi Shou finished speaking, all the officials in the court knelt down and knelt down to worship and received the decree in unison!
"Let's break up!"
After receiving the order, Zi had a thought in his mind and suddenly looked at one place. Then he dismissed the ministers and took Feng Jiu to Shouxian Palace.
He sat upright on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, and asked:
"How is the completion of the Future Unborn Sutra going?"
Feng Jiu gave a salute and said:
"Already done."
"It's just that, due to the restrictions of the ancient laws of heaven, the speed of cultivation is far not as fast as in the Ancient Imperial Prison."
"It will probably take months, or even years, to practice from the Human Immortal Realm to the Heavenly Immortal Realm. I can't speculate."
"That's enough."
Zi Shou smiled. After several years of attaining enlightenment, even a saint would have his eyes broken. He then asked:
"Do you remember the appearance of our ancestor Jiufeng?"
"I vaguely recall an outline."
Zishou nodded and said with a smile:
"Very good. Although Jiu Feng is from the Wu Clan, he has the blood of the Feng Clan and is very close to Yuan Feng's image and aura!"
"Tomorrow is the time for you to show your face in front of the gods and gods."
"This kind of opportunity is rare."
Fengjiu:......
She always felt that this opportunity was not as good as Zishou said.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The corners of Zi Shou's mouth turned up.
"Go and open the door."
Feng Jiu obeyed the order, walked gracefully, and opened the door.
Queen Jiang was about to walk in with a steaming cup of Dabu soup.
His eyes flashed!
She looked at the stunning woman with long legs in front of her, tightened her hands holding the soup, and raised her eyebrows.
"Your Majesty, it's time for some soup."
"I wonder where this sister is from. She is really pretty."
"Why have I never seen this before?"
…
at this time.
The empty Ryongde Hall.
The duty officer is cleaning up the mess.
An armored military attache finally arrived.
He stared blankly at the leftovers, then his mouth twitched and he gritted his teeth.
"Why don't you wait for me!"
"A bunch of thieves!"
…
The next day!
Chaoge South Gate!
The holy driver leaves the city!
Every family burns incense and sets up a table, and every household lays colorful knots and carpets!
Three thousand iron cavalry, eight hundred royal guards, escorted by King Wucheng Huang Feihu, and the Taishi Wen Zhongmanchu Manchu civil and military personnel accompanied him.
Zishou sat on the holy chariot, looking at the scenery along the way, he couldn't help but grin.
"The last time I went to Qishui alone, I killed the god."
"This time, it's to become a god."
"You are the one who is beheaded, and you are also sealed. How do you feel about that?"
Feng Jiu stood behind Zi Shou, squeezing his shoulders. Her hands shook when she heard these words, and she laughed in her heart, but she said honestly:
"Master Warden, Fengjiu thanks Wang En."
Zi Shou burst out laughing, and Feng Jiu gritted her teeth while laughing, but she heard:
"From now on, outside, call me your king, and don't call me the warden."
Feng Jiu said yes.
Qishui is less than a hundred miles away from Chaoge, but this time there were hundreds of civil and military officials accompanying him, and they traveled for a full day.
"It's not as beautiful as Chaoge, nor as clear as Qishui."
Zi Shou looked at the vast and clear river in front of him, thought of a word from the future, and couldn't help but say.
"It's not as beautiful as Chaoge, nor as clear as Qishui."
Fengjiu murmured to himself.
"That's a beautiful thing to say."
Zi Shou laughed and said:
“The words of working people are of course the most beautiful.”
"It's a pity that such clear water actually breeds witches and clan elders who are causing harm to the villagers."
"He Bo's marriage will be able to confuse people's hearts even a thousand years later."
Feng Jiu's hands shook and she didn't dare to speak. After all, she had committed dereliction of duty.
Just, I was thinking:
"Where are the working people from? She has never heard of the name of this country."
…
The south bank of Qishui River.
All civil and military officials stood still. Zi Shou stepped out of the imperial chariot and stood on the royal chariot.
Zishou did not seal off the scene, and was surrounded by villagers from around Qishui. They did not dare to desecrate the holy face, and they all knelt on the ground. Only a few innocent and fearless children secretly raised their heads and inquired about the person with curious eyes. A wise and mighty man.
Zi Shou looked at the people all over the mountains and fields, smiled loudly, and said:
"I'm here again."
"Many of you have met Gu before."
"On that day, I was here alone to kill the God of the Qishui River, kill the elder of the Zhu Wu clan, and return the land of Qishui to a clear blue sky."
"At that time, you were bewitched by Zhu Wu and were full of fear of Gu Zhanshen."
"Are you still afraid now?"
Around Qishui, there was incomparable silence at first, until scattered sounds started to sound, and finally they condensed into torrents.
"We are not afraid!"
"The common people are ignorant, thank you for killing the gods!"
"Long live the king!"
…
The voices of all the people are loud and loud!
