Mountain top.
The clouds were thick and the wind was howling.
It was obviously broad daylight, but the sky was a lot cloudy and sunny.
Blood clouds formed whirlpools in the sky.
It seemed like something was about to burst out.
Hades.
Under the banyan tree.
Zhang Qi, Black Fu, Red Fu.
Three evil spirits led fifty ghost soldiers and a hundred shrimps and crabs as big as millstones. Although these shrimps and crabs did not turn into human forms, they still had a lot of deterrence at a glance.
Snakehead fish can't live without water, so they won't be brought here.
The frog look doesn't look intimidating, so I don't carry it either.
If you look closely, you can see that there are actually a few tree people inside.
After the tree man dies, his body turns into a tree, but his essence is that of a stranger, and his soul can still turn into a ghost.
The ghost body is illusory, while the evil spirit body is solid, with some human characteristics.
"I'm going up for a while. It's forbidden to talk to living people, anything. You can nod in response, but you can't speak."
"yes."
"No matter how good they are doing, don't judge them."
"yes!"
"No private contact with the family!"
"yes!"
Although the ghosts didn't know the specific reason, Tang Ping's prestige was here, so they still nodded in agreement.
"That's good, just wait patiently."
Tang Ping has lived in this world for ninety years, and has some insights into the situation in this world where humans and gods coexist, and witches and ghosts are indistinguishable.
The reason is that it is too easy for the underworld to interact with the human world.
Without power constraints, ghosts with some strength can influence the underworld, seem to enjoy blood sacrifices, and have no peace after death, interfering in the decision-making of the underworld.
Therefore, Tang Ping prohibited his subordinates from communicating with the underworld.
The first is to prevent them from talking too much and being dishonest even if they die. The right to interpret the underworld should be in the hands of the gods.
Second, it also makes Yin and Yang different, so that people in the Yang world don’t understand the underworld too well.
If mortals knew that the underworld was good, they would "enjoy death" and think about committing suicide all day long to enjoy happiness. If you know the difference between the underworld and the underworld, you will be "weary of death" and suffer even after death. So what's the use of hard work?
at this time.
A large whirlpool seemed to appear above the banyan tree, and a strong suction force came from the whirlpool.
"Walk!"
Tang Ping transformed into a magic form and took the lead, flying into the blood cloud.
Although the other ghost soldiers couldn't fly, they still vaguely felt a force holding them up.
They no longer resisted, and their bodies naturally lifted into the sky.
Outside, the top of Meishan Mountain.
The smoke of mugwort mixed with blood clouds forms a psychedelic color under the sunlight.
At this time, there were many ghosts and shadows in the clouds.
The most eye-catching thing is the tall figure eight feet tall in the ghost shadow.
He has a black-robed ghost face, three eyes between his eyebrows, a dragon under his feet, and a bronze sword in his hand.
Behind him are Zhang Qi, who has a gray complexion and a lifeless body, shrimp soldiers and crab generals with fish heads and shrimp heads, and more than a hundred ghost soldiers and aquatic tribe.
Some people saw their relatives among them and nodded to each other.
The water flows by the waterside, forming the shape of a dragon.
The grass and trees on the shore are growing wildly.
"Youdu Tinghou! Sikong! Maohou has appeared!"
More than 30,000 people saw this miracle.
"The national sacrifice is complete!"
Xiong Man was excited and led everyone to worship the ghosts and gods.
"Shan Hu!" Zhang Wulang said loudly on the altar.
"Long live!" Thousands of people shouted in unison.
"Shanhu!"
"Long live!"
"Shanhu!"
"Long live!"
Three bows and nine knocks.
Tang Ping stood in the sky with the ghosts and gods, watching more than 30,000 people bowing in unison, feeling proud in his heart.
This is what a man should do!
This slogan was his own idea.
Originally, they were supposed to recite splendid poems in praise of the gods, but few of these people were literate and could not write any gorgeous poems.
I guess in the end it was just about praising my clothes, appearance and so on.
There were so many people that when the time came to read it, it would be messy. I don’t know if I thought it was a vegetable market.
So Tang Ping thought of borrowing etiquette from later generations.
Long live is not a curse. Neither the king of Yin Shang nor the king of Shu lived long live.
As expected, the effect was good, and it felt a little solemn.
Five-colored clouds, gods are being sacrificed.
A mysterious power blessed Tang Ping.
In the underworld, the underworld skyrocketed twenty feet to two hundred and twenty feet.
Other bodies of water and trees grew slightly.
At this time, the land policy suddenly became vacant.
The ghosts and people around did not see this thing.
A large amount of moxa smoke is absorbed by the land.
"Are you going to advance?" Tang Ping was looking forward to it.
I have broken through to the Youshen level and am now still a third-level underground master.
From Evil Soul to Wandering God, there are two realms in total. No matter what you do, you are still in the second level.
The third-class underground masters are like ordinary scholars, they have status but no position, and only have a family and residence in the society, also known as a wealthy society.
The ancestors worshiped at home and the ghosts and corvees in the underworld are basically like this.
The second class is equivalent to joining a job, having the power to open a mansion and have your own subordinates. This is the state community where official sacrifices are made.
As a first-class underground master, Tang Ping estimated that he could be enfeoffed and entrusted with priesthoods, allowing the Congshen to open his mansion and establish his teeth.
Of course, this is just a guess.
After all, it was his first time becoming a god, most likely his first priesthood, and he had no experience.
After Gaodi absorbed the things, he suddenly disappeared again.
"Um?"
Tang Ping was surprised.
What's the matter?
There are no changes to the panel either.
Could it be that I am not strong enough? Or is the underworld contract not developed enough?
He has clearly cultivated and perfected all the Three Underworld Contracts.
And he also felt that there were mysterious changes in Gao Dice.
Why is this?
It seems that the only speculation is that the strength is not enough.
Soon, the sacrifice was completed and the ghosts disappeared.
The smoke cleared and the weather became clear again.
The names of ghosts and gods are left on the altar on the mountain. If something happens in the future, the ghosts and gods can be summoned for help.
"The gods have an edict, and my lord comes up the mountain alone."
Zhang Wulang said again.
Xiong Man climbed the mountain alone.
The altar is on the top of a mountain, and he wants to go to the top of the mountain to pay his respects.
The climate in Meishan is cold and cold, and there is often thick fog in the jungle.
In addition to the plum groves on the mountain, there are also divine gingers offered to the gods.
There are many ghosts and shadows, and the yin energy is strong.
Suddenly, the thick fog parted, and the god stood in front of the altar.
The three eyes between the eyebrows are like the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven, as if they can see through everything.
Tang Ping was indeed using his eyes to look at Xiong Man.
"Strange people, born from the womb."
This person has powerful fire power. Compared with those gods who take bait to refine their Qi, Xiong Man can directly swallow fire and become stronger, which shows how powerful he is.
The prosperity of Chu State lies in this person.
"Meet the Lord God!"
"We must be careful in the next step, do not expand blindly, and first find out the surrounding forces."
The Chu State built a city and was no longer a wandering tribe.
There are many immortals in the deep mountains and old forests, so it’s better to be careful.
"I will keep this in mind. Now that the country is being founded, does the gods have any suggestions for the candidates for the five chief ministers?"
"The underworld does not care about the human world, you decide who you want. The family leader is in charge of national affairs and must convince people with virtue. He can choose a tribal elder to serve as a minister, and then also serve as a doctor. As for other officials, they will be awarded according to needs, and each will receive a deacon."
Tang Ping just gave suggestions.
"As commanded."
Tang Ping disappeared.
Xiong Man is still busy next.
Tang Ping flew to the outside world.
Taking a look at the surrounding terrain, Qiu Sheng left no clues on the map.
When he flew to a beach, he suddenly stopped.
The water level on the tidal flat is not deep, about knee-deep.
There is a wooden house on the tidal flat. The wooden house is built on a short tree with many branches. The roof is covered with lotus leaves. You can't find it unless you look carefully.
Most of the wooden boats and bamboo rafts are tied in front of the houses.
There are probably several hundred households.
At this time, this alien tribe seemed to be conducting a sacrifice.
They were standing on a bamboo raft, and a stone statue stood in the water in the middle of the tidal flat.
The statue is more delicately carved, with a carp-like lower body, long hair shawl, a young and handsome appearance, and a few small scales on its face. Its right hand is wrapped around a pale python bone.
"this is me?"
Tang Ping remembered that he had killed a giant python here and saved a little girl.
Do you think this is a miracle?
Tang Ping was surprised that there were tap noodles, so he went down to the jungle and listened carefully to what they were saying. They still spoke Jingchu dialect. It seemed that they were civilized tribes.
Maybe it can be absorbed into the Chu State to add some strength.
"The gods descend, five-colored clouds rise, the birds follow people, the waves float to beat the flood dragons... The god of flood dragons, Fu Wei Shang Xiang!"
It seems that he is singing his own praises.
"The God of Flood Control...!"
The crowd chanted devoutly.
The corner of Tang Ping's mouth twitched, wondering why the names of gods given by people in this world are always so strange.
Beating the flood dragon... No, it needs to be corrected.
Tang Ping manifested the Sikong water body.
call!
The wind is furious and the black clouds are coming.
