A voice that sounded very young came out, it was the pen-holder beside Emperor Chijin.
"Why are you panicking? Tell me quickly!"
"Today is the winter solstice in the human world. Just after midnight, the statue of Emperor Tianzhong in the human world was almost chopped into pieces!"
"What? Who did it?"
"It is a martial arts sect in Guangzhou in the human world. It is called the Thunder Sword Sect. It has many disciples and disciples. They are good at practicing martial arts. They often go down the mountain to kill demons and eliminate evil for the people. They are very prestigious in Guangzhou and its surrounding areas and have always had a good reputation.
.Coupled with the official document issued by the Human Court’s Ministry of Rites and Temples, demanding the removal of the emperor, few Taoist temples dared to stop it.”
"What a great move to bring the fire under the kettle!"
"..."
"How many of the emperor's statues are left in the human world today?"
"Reporting back to the emperor, there are not many left. The statues in Guangzhou and its surrounding counties have been almost wiped out. The remaining statues are also far away from Hezhou."
"Isn't there a palace that dares to stop it?"
"Martial men are brave and fight fiercely, and there are orders from the imperial court...occasionally...occasionally there are people who block it. I heard that they are following orders from Fulong Temple, so they no longer block it."
"Okay! Okay!"
The Emperor of Heaven immediately knew what was going on, but he did not expect that Fulong Temple would have such influence in the human world today.
"Go quickly! The lower realm issued an edict to punish warriors and reshape the statues of gods. There must be no mistakes!"
"yes!"
The pen-taker took the order and left.
"Invite all the gods to come here for discussion, including the old god Lilong!"
"yes!"
The curtain puller also took the order and left.
…
About three days later.
The writing officer became even more panicked and came to report again.
"Reporting back to the emperor, the warriors in the world are guarding the palaces and temples and refuse to leave. Whenever anyone comes to re-erect the sacred tablets or reshape the statues, they are blocked. When the mortals hear that they are from Guangzhou Jinglei
The Sword Sect no longer dared to disobey, and even regarded the priest's dream as an evil god and the work of a monster."
The pen-picker paused as he spoke: "I also heard that they respect the contemporary instructions of Fulong Temple, so most of them..."
The pen-taker did not finish what he said.
The Emperor of Heaven figured it out for himself.
In anger, he asked again: "Why haven't these warriors been punished yet?"
"Reporting to the Emperor, according to the laws of heaven, the gods perform their duties. Mortals such as these who blaspheme the gods and are treasonous and need to be punished should be handed over to the Ministry of Lei." The pen-taker said even more tremblingly, "Three days ago, Xiao
God has handed over the matter to Lei Bu, but today Lei Bu responded, saying that the statues of gods and gods are originally shaped by mortals, and there is no reason to punish mortals for destroying the statues of gods. If you do this, you are not worthy of being a god.
What’s more, what’s more, the Heavenly Bell Emperor has not appeared in the lower world for six hundred years, and this matter in the mortal world has been approved by the imperial court’s official documents. There is nothing inappropriate, so according to the rules of heaven, no punishment will be given..."
"Bang!"
The white jade dragon chair sounds like thunder.
The Emperor was immediately furious.
Several countermeasures quickly flashed through his mind to make up for it, but as soon as he stood up and prepared to give an order, he paused for a moment and sat down again feebly.
Fulongguan's contemporary election will take place on the winter solstice, which will definitely be a critical moment in the fight between the two. Now that three days have passed, it will take longer for him to make amends. By then, the winner of this battle may have been decided.
Lost.
So we can only do what the old god said——
Emperor Tianzhong at least consumed some of the preparations of Fulongguan Contemporary for Tiangong, and Fulongguan Contemporary also consumed an ancient god who could threaten the authority of the Emperor of Heaven for Tiangong.
I only hope that the emperor will seriously injure him.
…
Hezhou, Borrowed Mountain.
Under the shroud of the Four Seasons Clock, both the gods and Taoists looked tired, but the winner had already been decided.
"Ancient God, the power of the four seasons here is now in my hands, and the situation has been reversed for you and me."
"You can cut off my incense! What a trick!"
Ancient God Tianzhong's tone was weak, but still indifferent.
Although he said this, he could imagine how difficult it was to achieve this step——
Since human Taoist temples enshrine gods, they must have people who respect the gods. Taoist priests and temple priests are all servants of gods. The most important thing in life is to worship gods. Moreover, there are many Taoist guilds and magicians in Taoist temples. How can we tolerate this?
People casually rush into their own Taoist temples and destroy idols?
Not to mention that the statues of several states were destroyed at the same time.
Could the Emperor of Heaven just sit back and watch?
"Times have changed. The era of the ancient gods has passed long ago, and this era no longer belongs to the ancient gods."
The Taoist also replied tiredly and weakly.
However, his tone remained sincere.
The Ancient God of Heavenly Bell lowered his head above the clouds.
The Taoist also looked up from the top of the dilapidated "Borrowed Mountain".
The two parties' eyes met for a moment.
"Invite the ancient gods to die!"
The Taoist's eyes condensed for an instant, and his weak body suddenly burst out with strong energy. His eyes were filled with aura, and with just a wave of his sleeves, a breeze came.
"call……"
The breeze carried the Taoist straight up into the sky.
"..."
In silence, the sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and the spiritual power of the zenith of sunshine filled the world. It was clear that the winter solstice had just passed, but it seemed as if the heat had arrived.
Nowadays, the "Four Seasons Bell" can no longer ring. The spiritual power of the four seasons here is no longer with the ancient god Tian Zhong, but with Song You - the four seasons of heaven and earth comply with him. For Song You, it is like him every moment,
Every time you use your spiritual power, you are at the best time, and there is help from heaven and earth.
"boom!"
The Taoist waved his sleeves, and the sky was filled with clouds of fire.
The spiritual powers of the four seasons are consistent, and the seasons of heaven and earth are helping each other. For a moment, it is as if Lord Huoyang is present in person.
Emperor Tianzhong also dragged his weak body to greet him.
It's just that there is such a fighting method, and it is rare to fight with brute force with one move or another. The victory or defeat is no longer in the subsequent fight, but has been decided in the previous fight - who has mastered the power of the four seasons in this world?
This is whose home court it is.
…
The grassland was covered with a layer of snow and became a snowfield again.
The snowfield is vast, the ground is foggy, and the fog moves with the wind, like a river flowing on the ground. When it encounters tree stumps and rocks, it branches into two sides, and you can clearly see the traces.
However, the snowfield is still flat, but in the wind and snow, you can't see that far. What you can see is a vast expanse of white, and you can't see the undulations of the earth. There are only a few pitiful trees. In the wind and snow,
Stand tall in the middle.
There is a small tree growing on the ground far away from the original borrowed mountain. It is less than a person tall. The small tree sticks out a branch, like an umbrella, just covering a small patch of wind and snow.
Sitting under the umbrella are calico cats and swallows.
The cat didn't play for fun, wasn't distracted by other things, and didn't go anywhere else. It just sat upright under the tree, leaving an upright figure in the wind and snow, looking into the distance where it had borrowed the mountain.
Position, a fluffy tail swayed unconsciously from side to side behind her, and the snow was swept clean by her.
"Is it going to be nine years in Da'an?"
"It seems like it's been nine years since Da'an."
"Time flies so slowly..."
"Miss Sanhua is right."
"It goes by so fast again..."
"Ms. Sanhua is right."
"..."
The two little monsters chatted aimlessly.
To be precise, it is a statement and an echo.
Suddenly, a bell rang in the distance.
"Boom..."
No matter whether you see a normal scene or an area covered by heavy clouds and fog, all the scene and clouds dissipate from top to bottom under the ringing of the bell.
Like the dissolution of an illusion.
"Borrowed Mountain" reappeared in front of the world, but it was no longer as steep and beautiful as before, but became dilapidated. The top of the mountain was damaged and cracked everywhere. It was already difficult to support, but it was covered with flowing rocks that were burnt red.
, to say that it is strange, it is even better than before.
"The fight is over!"
The cat instantly became energetic and stood up instantly.
Shaking off the snow on his body, he immediately transformed into a human form.
"Canopy..."
"Wow..."
The top of her head hit the branch above her head. As the branches shook, more snow fell. It all fell on the top of the girl's head and even got into her collar. However, she was completely unaware and only grabbed the snow next to her with one hand.
He put the cassock and brocade bag on his body, grabbed the swallow beside him with one hand, stuffed it into the cassock, and took out the small flag at the same time.
The reaction and speed of a cat, who was once a god of cats and had no low moral standards, were so fast that Yanzi could not imagine it.
All she knew was that she didn't react at all, and didn't even have the space to react. She had already been caught in her hands. In the next moment, she appeared in the bag, waiting for him to get out of the bag full of wax mice and dried salted fish.
When she poked her head out of her robe, Sanhua Empress had already begun to wave a small flag to summon the white crane.
"..."
Yanzi also looked forward and opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.
He just continued to huddle in his robe, shivering.
With just such a moment of hesitation, Sanhua Empress was already on the crane's back.
"The invincible and beautiful crane, fly forward quickly!"
"call……"
The crane bent down and took two steps to run along the snow. At the same time, it spread its wings, and with a few easy movements, it took off in the wind.
Ahead is a scene after the war.
A heat wave spreads as the blockade is lifted, melting the snow and ice borrowed from the mountains.
Even when the heat wave crossed dozens of miles of snowfields and glaciers and touched cats and birds flying over on cranes, it was still warm.
Empress Sanhua is very energetic and looking forward to it.
Swallows can feel it.
She didn't seem to have any doubt that her husband would lose in this fight, and it seemed that no matter who won the fight, she would get there as soon as it was over.
"call……"
The crane flapped its wings and led them away on the wind.
The borrowed mountain is getting closer and bigger.
A distance of tens of miles passes in the blink of an eye.
There were still priests and generals waiting in the distance, but after seeing the result, they quickly left, not even caring about them.
The two little monsters also approached the borrowed mountain and saw the land that was devastated by the war between gods. They also saw a Taoist at the foot of the borrowed mountain, coming down from the mountain with a bamboo stick.
The Taoist holds two small ancient clocks in his hands.
It looks like two brass bells in the hand.
One is entangled with death energy, and the other is extremely mysterious.
The Taoist picked up one of them, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, and then put some force on it.
"Bang..."
A shattering sound.
When he opened his five fingers again, the ancient clock on his hand had been broken into pieces, and the cracks were covered with bright white luster, which immediately turned into countless light spots and dissipated between the sky and the earth.
Then he picked up another ancient clock, checked it again, and put it away.
The Taoist stopped.
Look up to the sky in the distance.
The top of the head was covered with snow clouds, and it was a chaotic and confused place. The priests and generals had long since disappeared. Even if there were prying eyes from the heavenly palace, they would immediately look away.
The Taoist then retracted his gaze and looked at the other side.
A crane comes from the sky.
"Wow..."
The crane spread its huge wings, glided close to the ground, slowly lowered its legs, landed on the ground and ran, covering a distance of several hundred feet in the blink of an eye.
A girl jumped from the crane and turned into a cat.
The brocade bags and bags were scattered on the ground, accompanied by a swallow flying out of the bag.
The cat still ran close to the Taoist, stopped in front of him, looked at him for a few times, then sat down and licked its paws, looking at him carefully while licking.
However, Swallow flew over and spoke first:
"Congratulations, sir, for winning the battle."
The cat also put down its paws, sat upright, raised its head and looked at the Taoist, and imitated:
"Congratulations to the Taoist priest for winning the battle."
The Taoist's face was as usual and he was relaxed, without any fatigue after the war. He smiled at them: