Chapter 1343 The death of Tong Zhe, the bloody Bagua map!
In the small temple.
Yang Fan was still entertaining the Fucha Ancestral God, Naga Ancestral God and Langlu Ancestor God warmly.
However, we were having a good conversation.
I don't know what he thought of, but Yang Fan suddenly frowned slightly and said, "The Qing Dynasty respected shamanism, and my esoteric religion is a latecomer after all. If the three of you are here today, there is no guarantee that you will not attract attention."
"If the three of them get into trouble because of this, how can I bear it?"
After a pause, he continued with a sincere face, "Why don't the three of you go back first, and how about we discuss it in detail somewhere else another day?"
The three ancestral gods were inquiring about the internal details of the esoteric sect, and their hearts were attracted by the beautiful scene outlined by Yang Fan of gods and Buddhas in the sky, freely taking incense from believers in the world.
The words were suddenly interrupted midway through the words, which immediately made them feel quite uncomfortable.
"It's okay, Bodhisattva, don't worry! This time we are here, no one else will know!"
Naga Ancestor God quickly urged, "Let's talk to us quickly about the living Buddha of Tantric Buddhism. If we join Tantric Buddhism in the future, we will inevitably not deal with him. It will make us feel at ease, right?"
"Yes, we are indeed sincere in joining the Tantric Cult..."
"Bodhisattva, you..."
The ancestor gods Langlu and Fucha also agreed.
However, the noise from the outside world seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and only these words remained in Yang Fan's mind!
"No one knows they're here!"
I was originally worried that if I took action in a small temple, my identity as the real murderer would be completely exposed, so I proposed to have a secret conversation somewhere else another day. Who would have thought that there would be such a surprise!
After a while.
"My Buddha is compassionate..."
Yang Fan carefully admired the three newly obtained Yuan Fei.
Placed together with the two bodies obtained from killing Sochuro Ancestral God and Mahalo Ancestral God, a total of five Yuan Fei are shining like purple gold and jade, with divine light flowing on them.
"There are still three bodies to go..."
Yang Fan was moved in his heart, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and showed kindness on his face, "Don't worry, you will definitely be with me when I ascend the throne of Buddha in the future!"
And with the demise of the Fucha ancestor god, the Naga ancestor god and the Langlu ancestor god, the statues in the three temples couldn't help but collapse one after another.
And a group of warriors chosen by the gods in the three major clans, named Batulu, also lost their power immediately, and the entire clan fell into a state of civil strife.
Fight, fight, struggle.
Even because of the precedents of the Socholuo clan and the Maharo clan, documents like snowflakes were presented to the Great Khan's Golden Account one after another, hoping to be canonized and recognized by the Great Khan, so as to inherit the clan's orthodoxy!
Nurhaci naturally followed the trend and issued three volumes of edicts again!
Moreover, Amin, one of the four major Baylors, was asked to personally lead an army to intimidate the three major clans, so that the civil strife of the Fucha clan, the Nala clan, and the Niugulu clan, which was about to be killed, was calmed down!
The newly succeeded ancestor gods Fucha Gelu, Yehenala, and Niugulu Edu, after being canonized, immediately went to the Golden Tent of the Great Khan to meet with Nurhachi.
To a certain extent, this also means that the three major clans have officially turned to Nurhachi!
Although they are weaker than the previous ancestral gods in terms of strength and accumulation of divine power, the secular power under the three major clans is still quite important to Nurhaci!
After all, if the Qing Dynasty wanted to rule this world, he couldn't do it alone!
In just a few days, the five ancestral gods died, and then the five major clans were canonized as new gods and officially turned to Nurhaci, while the remaining three ancestral gods completely devoted themselves to shamanism!
The pattern suddenly became clear.
Tong is the only one left
Zhezushen's status suddenly became embarrassing.
"too fast!"
Ancestor God Tong Zhe's face was extremely ugly.
He had no idea that the situation would change so drastically. He was not given any time to react before everything was settled!
At this time, a person appeared in the temple.
"Chu Ying?"
The person who came was unexpectedly Chu Ying, the eldest son of Nurhachi, who was born to Concubine Yuan, who was born in the Tong Jia family. He was awarded the title of "Hongbatulu" with the help of the ancestral god Tong Zhe!
Chu Ying looked at Ancestral God Tong Zhe and said lightly, "Looking at the appearance of Ancestral God, it seems that he has encountered some troubles and cannot make a choice?"
Ancestral God Tong Zhe looked at the other party with squinted eyes: "Chu Ying, are you here to see my jokes?"
"joke?"
Chu Ying shook his head and said, "They are all losers, who can laugh at whom?"
"loser?"
Ancestral God Tong Zhe was deeply stung by this word, and his face was slightly cold, "Who dares to say victory before the end is reached? Moreover, I have always supported the imperial power, and even when I was collecting mountain products in the mountains before I became rich, I allowed your mother to
he……"
"You support the imperial power, but what you want to do more is control the Great Khan!"
Chu Ying interrupted him and said coldly, "But, Ancestor God, times have changed! The Great Khan is expected to face the south and proclaim himself emperor. If you do this, you are completely seeking your own death!"
After a pause, he continued, "I have been harmed by you, don't think about using my brother anymore! Daishan is my brother after all! You can seek death yourself, but don't involve him!"
After saying this, Chu Ying flicked his sleeves and strode out of the temple.
"Bastard thing!"
Ancestor God Tong Zhe was so angry that he slapped the coffee table next to him and smashed it into pieces. His face was extremely distorted. When did his ancestor God Tong Jia fall to the point of being taught a lesson by his descendants!
> After an unknown amount of time, he calmed down, turned around and walked towards the temple within the temple.
Facing the faceless statue, he knelt down and put his head on the ground. "My lord, all five tribes are gone. Please tell me where I should go?"
After a while, the statue of the god flashed with brilliance.
"There are only three tribes left..."
The voice in the statue was slightly sad, "It seems that it is indeed impossible to restrict the imperial power in this way..."
"My Lord, why..."
Hearing this, Ancestral God Tong Zhe instinctively felt a little uneasy!
Before he could finish what he said, a tall figure suddenly appeared from the faceless statue, sitting on the altar, looking down at the Ancestral God Tong Zhe below!
The figure slowly reached out his hand, and a ring appeared in the palm of his hand, which suddenly fell on the neck of the ancestor God Tong Zhe, instantly cutting off all connections between the other party and the incense in the temple!
"My Lord..."
Ancestral God Tong Zhe was shocked and wanted to open the ring with both hands!
Click!
However, the ring shrank, crushing his fingers and neck like a torrent, and not even a trace of breath leaked out in the process!
The ancestral god Tong Zhe perished in an instant!
After doing all this, the figure slowly disappeared.
The next second.
Above the sky.
The figure emerged again.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the headquarters of the eight clans surrounding Shengjing City.
Because of the civil strife and strife caused by Shen Yuan, countless people died. In the process, the eight-gram-like arrangement was unknowingly stained six of them red.
Only two steps away from perfection...
"Soon……"
The figure flicked its sleeves and disappeared into nothingness!