"Shen Gongbao allowed his disciples to commit murder and killed the two fairy angels that I spent hundreds of years training. I was so angry that I imprisoned the evil star who committed the crime.
Unexpectedly, Shen Gongbao shamelessly came over, threatened my life, and took Nezha away by force. Before leaving, he humiliated me and mocked me for being greedy for life and afraid of death.
After their master and apprentice left, I tried hard, tried to uncover the cause and effect, and avoided disasters, but I never thought that a demon would be born because of this..." Shi Ji said slowly.
Wen Zhong was born with the ability to distinguish between true and false, and had the intuition to judge the true from the false.
His intuition told him that what Shi Ji said was true.
Moreover, Shi Ji would not dare to lie to him even if he thought about it. After all, lying to him would mean offending his master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
Offending the Master means renunciation from the Jiejiao.
This uncle may be bad, he may be poisonous, but he will definitely not be unable to see this...
"Uncle, please tell me where the Yin Shang's hope is." After listening to the other party's explanation, Wen Zhong clasped his fists and bowed, full of expectations.
Ever since Uncle Duobao issued an order prohibiting the inner disciples of the Intercepting Sect, Wu Zhao, from interfering in human wars, he had thought more than once about whether there was still a chance of survival for the Yin Shang Dynasty and whether he could intercept this chance.
But even if he thought about it a thousand times, he could not figure out where the vitality of the Yin Shang Dynasty lay.
After all, only the saints can deal with the saints, and only the holy religion can deal with the holy religion. Chanmen has fully supported the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the Yin Shang Dynasty does not have the support of the saints and the holy religion. How can it compare with the Western Zhou Dynasty?
Therefore, the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, until just now, he was already despairing.
However, Shi Ji's words made his hope faintly rekindle.
What if I am stupid and Master Shiji is smarter?
She saw what she didn't see, and thought of the life she had ignored...
The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, everything has a glimmer of vitality, this is the teaching of their Jie Cult!
…
Seeing the white-haired nephew staring at him, like a drowning man looking at floating wood on the water, Shi Ji sighed softly in his heart: I'm sorry, nephew Wen Zhong.
"The chance of survival for the Yin Shang Dynasty lies with you."
"On me?" Wen Zhong was stunned.
He really couldn't think of what he could do to save Yin Shang.
Shi Ji nodded slightly and said, "That's right, it depends on whether you are willing to do it or not."
After hearing this, Wen Zhong immediately realized that this idea must not be the right way, otherwise what reason would he have not to do it?
But whether it was the right way or the evil way, as long as it was useful, why would he give it a try for the sake of the Yin Shang Dynasty that he had been loyal to for his whole life?
"Please give me some instructions from my uncle..."
"good."
Shi Ji raised his hand and released his bone domain, isolating the inside and outside: "Do you know who Hu Lei is?"
Wen Zhong thought for a while and said, "I don't know..."
Shi Ji said: "Hu Lei is a close disciple of Our Lady of Fire Spirit. You don't even know who Our Lady of Fire Spirit is, right?"
Wen Zhong: "That doesn't mean... I still know Senior Sister Huo Ling. She is a close disciple of Senior Uncle Duobao."
At this point, he suddenly realized: "Uncle Master's target is Master Duobao?"
Shi Ji nodded: "Looking at the entire Jie Sect, except Taoist Brother Duobao, no one dares to carry the saint behind his back to connect with the inner disciples of the Jie Sect to help you guard Yin Shang."
Wen Zhong's expression changed slightly: "Uncle Master, are you colluding with Chanjiao?"
Shi Ji's heart skipped a beat, but fortunately his expression didn't change at all: "How is that possible? Do you think I'm not afraid of death? If I betray Jie Jiao, can your master let me go?"
Wen Zhong's expression softened slightly, and after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed true.
Betrayal is something that even ordinary kings cannot bear, let alone a saint.
Unless there are extremely special circumstances, betraying Jiejiao will only lead to death.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I'm too sensitive."
"It's okay, I understand."
Shi Ji nodded pretending to be magnanimous and continued: "That Hu Lei has an unstable mind and is not a Taoist immortal. As long as you can trick him into the battlefield with your wealth and wealth in the world, let him die at the hands of the Zhou army, and then encourage the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit a little."
, then the Fire Spirit can also be buried on the battlefield. Once the Fire Spirit dies, Duobao will go crazy with hatred, and then the opportunity will come."
Wen Zhong thought quietly, but shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not enough..."
"It's indeed not enough, but what if we add you?" Shi Ji asked.
Wen Zhong was startled: "What do you mean by adding me?"
Shi Ji said: "In order to avenge the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, Wen Zhong died tragically under the attack of the Zhou army."
Wen Zhong: "..."
Entering the game with one's own body, risking one's death.
However, it still feels like it's not too hot...
"You think it's not enough, right?" Shi Ji said quietly.
Wen Zhong nodded: "Although my master Jin Ling Sheng Sheng is on good terms with Uncle Duobao, the friendship between me and Uncle Duobao... is not deep."
Shi Ji chuckled: "It's enough for your master to have a good relationship with Senior Brother Duobao. If your last wish is for King Zhou to worship Duobao as his disciple, coupled with your master's persuasion and the death of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, you
Do you think that based on Senior Brother Duobao’s temperament, will he accept King Zhou?”
Wen Zhong: "..."
After a long silence, he said softly: "King Zhou is a bad name given to Emperor Xin by Nuwa. We should not use this title to refer to Emperor Xin."
Shi Ji suppressed his smile and said: "If you don't help Emperor Xin, this will not be a bad name, but a posthumous title."
Wen Zhong was speechless.
Shi Ji took a deep look at him and said indifferently: "I have already told you the chance of survival for the Yin Shang Dynasty. Whether you do it or not depends on your will."
Wen Zhong bowed deeply: "Anyway, thank you so much, uncle."
Shi Ji waved his sleeves and put away the Bone Domain, and his body disappeared in an instant.
"Yin Shang, Yin Shang..."
The old master was alone in the ancient forest, muttering to himself, and his mind could not help but flash back to his life of fighting for it.
If he only needs to die, what does he have to fear?
But the problem is, this poisonous plan requires the sacrifice of fellow disciples!
Although the sacrificed fellow disciples will most likely be on the list of gods instead of being wiped out in ashes, is being on the list of gods a good thing?
Therefore, he was caught in a fierce battle between heaven and man, and his heart was extremely anxious.
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Deep under the sea.
Fiery red coral center.
Ran Deng looked at the old master in the fairy mirror in front of him and spoke silently.
Shiji appeared from behind him and said: "I think it's enough."
"No."
Ran Deng shook his head: "If you miss it by a hair, you will miss it by a thousand miles. What you have to do next is the key."
"What's next?" Shi Ji frowned and shouted: "I have done as you said! Give me the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls you promised!!"
"You did what I told you, but the effect was far less than expected, so I can only give you twelve Dinghai Divine Pearls. After the task is completed, I will give you the remaining twelve." Ran Deng said.
, he raised his hand and threw out twelve shining orbs.
Shiji was very angry and said angrily: "You don't keep your word."
"What I promised at the beginning was that as long as you can help me facilitate this matter, I will give you the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls to facilitate this. Don't you understand what it means?" Ran Deng said: "Or, you can't even do this?
You don’t want the twelve orbs anymore?”
Shi Ji grinded his teeth and saw murderous intent surging in his eyes, but he finally held back and raised his hand to put away the twelve Dinghai Divine Pearls: "What's next?"
"Wait two days. If Wen Zhong still doesn't do anything after two days, go find King Zhou and sneak King Zhou into Biyou Palace to see Wen Zhong." Ran Deng said.
Shi Ji refused without hesitation: "No! The saint is sitting in Biyou Palace. If he discovers Di Xin, I can't explain it."
Ran Deng frowned and said thoughtfully: "Then you go to King Zhou and ask him to write a letter to Wen Zhong and ask his Yafu when he can return to business."
Shi Ji looked thoughtful and fell silent.
the other side.
But it was said that after Qin Yao left Xitian, he did not return to Fangcun Mountain again, or even go to the battlefield of the Conferred Gods. Instead, he held the letter of recommendation given by Bodhi and rushed to Wuzhuang Temple with inquiries all the way.
After struggling like this for seven or eight days, I finally saw the true appearance of Wanshou Mountain.
But I saw that this mountain was extremely high and steep, and the situation was majestic.
The root is connected to the Kunlun Vein, and the top reaches Hanzhong.
In the mountains, dragons roar and tigers roar, cranes dance and apes cry.
The elk emerges from the flowers, and the green luan sings to the sun...
Without the permission of the mountain owner, Qin Yao did not dare to enter the mountain rashly, so he rode the auspicious clouds and stood in the air in front of the mountain. His body was level with the Taoist temple in the mountain, and he said loudly: "Shen Gongbao, a disciple of the ancestor of Bodhi in Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain, pays homage to Zhenyuan.
Zi Daxian."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fair boy wearing a green Taoist robe, with fluttering ribbons on his body, with a clear and upright appearance, flew out of the Taoist temple in the mountain.
Perhaps he had heard of the immortal name of Patriarch Bodhi, and had even met him. The fairy boy was quite respectful, cupping his hands and saying, "Fellow Taoist, you are polite... My great immortal has gone out to visit friends, and is not in the mountains at the moment."
Qin Yao returned the greeting and asked with a smile: "Dare you ask me your surname?"
"I am just a disciple of the Immortal Seat, my name is Qingfeng." Fairy Boy said with a smile.
"It turns out to be Taoist Brother Qingfeng." Qin Yao said with a smile: "I have long heard that there are two outstanding disciples under the Great Immortal Seat. One of them is called Qingfeng and the other is called Mingyue. I didn't expect that it was Taoist Brother Qingfeng who came out to see me.
I am deeply honored!"
Qingfeng didn't expect that the other party would praise her face to face as soon as he came up. Without any psychological preparation, his face turned slightly red: "I don't dare to take it. I don't dare to take it. Among the forty-eight disciples of the master, Ming Yue Nai and I are the last to learn. How can I do it?"
Can it be regarded as outstanding? Brother Tao shames me!"
Noticing that his title had changed from fellow Taoist to Taoist brother, Qin Yao's smile became even brighter: "What Pindao said is completely sincere. I can even swear to God that among the forty-eight disciples of Zhen Yuanzi, the poor
Dao only knows the name of Qingfeng Yumingyue, but he doesn’t know the names of the other people at all."
Qingfeng was so impressed by him that she actually turned around and made a gesture of invitation: "Brother Taoist, let's talk after we come in."
"Thank you, thank you very much."
Qin Yao didn't know the word polite at all, so he cupped his hands, flew down to the door of the Taoist temple, and walked in through the door together with Qingfeng.
Just by stepping through a door, Qin Yao's pores all over his body opened one after another under the stimulation of the rich immortal energy, and the immortal energy in his body started to circulate automatically.
"What a wonderful spiritual gathering array." He suppressed the desire to devour spiritual energy and praised it sincerely.
Qingfeng and Yourongyan said quite proudly: "It's hard to say when looking at the three realms, but in this world, my Wuzhuang Temple must be the first in the cave heaven and the first in the blessed land."
Qin Yao took advantage of the situation and said: "It should be like this. If the mountain is not high, there will be immortals. Zhen Yuanzi, the Great Immortal, is the ancestor of the earth immortals. The place where his family lives must be different. However, there is no one else in this view.
?"
Qingfeng nodded: "Forty-seven fellow apprentices followed Master to visit friends, leaving me alone to look after the house. By the way, why did Brother Dao come to see my Master?"
Qin Yao did not reveal that he wanted to borrow the book for a look, but only said: "I am here to deliver a letter for my master. He has a handwritten letter and asked me to deliver it to the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi personally."
Qingfeng heard clearly the two key messages of the autographed letter and the person in person, and said: "I see... But Master visits friends to discuss Taoism, and the date of his return is uncertain. Sometimes he comes back in three to five days, and sometimes it takes thirty to fifty years. I will do it first for Taoism."
Brother, please arrange a room to stay in."
Qin Yao's praise is still very effective.
If he hadn't started boasting right away, even if he reported his Bodhisattva number, Qingfeng would not easily invite him into the temple, let alone arrange a private room.
And this is also the experience that Qin Yao has summed up after many reincarnations: being able to talk, being willing to praise others, not being pretentious, and less pretentious can really avoid a lot of trouble.
The kind of protagonist who is destined to cause trouble and strife wherever he goes, life is too tiring.
From then on, Qin Yao settled down in Wuzhuang. When Qingfeng was cleaning, he would take the initiative to help clean.
When Qingfeng talks to him, he will patiently chat with him.
While Qingfeng was practicing, he used Bodhisattva as an assistant to meditate on the Great Way of the Heavenly Book and made rapid progress.
To be more specific, Bodhizi is like a plug-in in the game. When he uses this plug-in, it is like turning on the Heavenly Book three times, or even more than three times, and the efficiency is soaring.
Qin Yao calculated based on the current speed that in about two years at most, he would be able to comprehend the 365 stars in the Book of Heaven and condense the smallpox, one of the three flowers.
This speed is incredible.
No wonder it is regarded as a quick fix by Patriarch Bodhi.
Under normal circumstances, even if one is a genius or a natural Taoist, it will take three to five hundred years for each flower to bloom.
Well, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong are not normal. These two are divine children.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye...
Qin Yao did not wait for Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, but with the help of Bodhi Seed, he completed the Enlightenment List.
Countless truths from heavenly books gathered in his soul, ready to move at all times, trying to condense into flowers.
"Brother Taoist, is something on your mind?" That night, Qingfeng walked out of the Scripture Pavilion and saw Shen Gongbao sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, looking blankly at the sunset.
Qin Yao woke up from his meditation and silently looked back: "I have nothing on my mind, I'm just thinking about breaking through."
Qingfeng looked happy: "Brother Taoist is going to break through?"
Qin Yao smiled and said: "Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind."
"Congratulations," Qingfeng said with a smile: "I wonder who I owe to you?"
Qin Yao hesitated and said: "Perhaps we need to absorb some of the spiritual energy in Wuzhuang Temple... I wonder if my brother is in trouble?"
"There is a spirit gathering array in Wuzhuang Temple, which can draw a large amount of spiritual energy at any time. What's wrong with me?"
Qingfeng shook his head, a flash of hesitation flashed across his face, and finally made up his mind: "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."