Chapter 53: Opening a Mansion and Building Teeth, the God of Fighting Flood Dragons
The top of the mountain.
The clouds are overcast and the wind is howling.
It was obviously broad daylight, but the sky was a lot cloudy and sunny.
Blood clouds formed whirlpools in the sky.
It seems like something is about to rush out.
Hades.
Under the banyan tree.
Zhang Qi, Kuro Fu, Ako.
Three evil souls lead fifty ghost soldiers and a hundred shrimps and crabs as big as millstones. Although these shrimps and crabs have not transformed into human forms, they still have a lot of deterrence at a glance.
Snakehead fish cannot be separated from water, so they are not brought here.
The frog looks unintimidating, so I don't wear it.
If you look carefully, you will see that there are several tree people inside.
After the tree man dies, his body turns into a tree, but his essence is a stranger, and his soul can still become a ghost.
The body of the ghost is illusory, while the body of the evil spirit 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 talk."
"Yes."
"No matter how well they do, don't judge them."
"Yes!"
"Don't contact the family privately!"
"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 he 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 earth.
Without power constraints, ghosts with some strength can influence the underworld, seem to enjoy blood sacrifices, and have no peace after death, interfering with decision-making in the underworld.
Therefore, Tang Ping prohibited his subordinates from communicating with the underworld.
The first is to prevent them from talking too much and not being honest even if they die. The right to explain 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 know that the underworld is good, they will "enjoy death" and think about committing suicide all day long to enjoy happiness. If they know that the underworld is bad, they will "hate death" and suffer even after death. So what's the use of hard work?
At this moment.
A large whirlpool seemed to appear above the banyan tree, and a strong suction force came from the whirlpool.
"Let's go!"
Tang Ping transformed into a magic form, took the lead, and flew 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.
The outside world, the top of Meishan Mountain.
The smoke of mugwort mixed with the blood cloud 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 so excited that he led everyone to worship the ghosts and gods.
"Mountain shouts!" Zhang Wulang said loudly on the altar.
"Long live!" Thousands of people shouted in unison.
"Mountain shouts!"
"Long live!"
"Mountain shouts!"
"Long live!"
Three bows and nine knocks.
Tang Ping stood in the sky with the ghosts and gods, watching more than 30,000 people kowtow together, feeling proud in his heart.
This is what a man should do!
This slogan was his own idea.
It was originally intended to recite beautiful 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 I just praised my clothes, appearance and so on.
There are so many people, so when I read it, it will be messy. I don’t know, 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 is good, and there is a sense of solemnity.
Five-colored clouds, gods are being sacrificed.
A mysterious force blessed Tang Ping.
In the underworld, the underworld skyrocketed twenty feet to two hundred and twenty feet.
In other water areas, trees have grown 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 government.
"Are we 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 are still in the second level.
The third-class underground owner is like a mortal scholar, with status but no position, only a family home, 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 government and build a family, and have its own subordinates. This is the state community where official sacrifices are made.
As a first-class underground master, Tang Ping speculated that he could be entrusted with enfeoffments, entrusted with priesthoods, and allowed Congshen to open his mansion and establish his teeth.
Of course, this is just an estimate.
After all, it’s my first time to be a god, probably my first priesthood, and I have no experience.
After Gaodi absorbed the things, he suddenly disappeared again.
"Huh?"
Tang Ping was surprised.
What the hell is going on?
There is no change in the panel.
Is it because I am not strong enough? Or is my underworld contract not developed enough?
I have clearly cultivated and perfected all the Three Underworld Contracts.
And he also felt that there were mysterious changes in the strategy.
Why is this?
It seems that the only conjecture is that the strength is not enough.
Soon, the sacrifice was completed and the ghosts disappeared.
The smoke dissipated and the weather became clear again.
Leave the names of ghosts and gods on the altar on the mountain. If something happens in the future, you can call the ghosts and gods for help.
"The gods have issued an edict, and my lord came up the mountain alone."
Zhang Wulang said again.
Xiong Man climbed the mountain alone.
The altar is on the top of the mountain, and he has 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 grove on the mountain, there is also a sacred ginger 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 is indeed using the method to see Xiong Man.
"Strange people, born from the womb."
This person has powerful fire power. Compared with those immortals who take bait to refine their Qi, Xiong Man can directly swallow fire and become stronger, which shows that his heels are powerful.
The prosperity of Chu State lies in this person.
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"Meet the God Lord!"
"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 gods 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 great officials?"
"The underworld does not care about the human world, you decide who you want. The head of the family is in charge of national affairs and must convince people with virtue. He can choose a tribal elder to serve as a senior official, 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.
By the way, I took a look at the surrounding terrain. The map left by Qiu Sheng still contained no clues.
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 dwarf 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 hundreds of households.
At this time, this alien tribe seemed to be conducting a sacrifice.
They were standing on the bamboo raft, and there was a stone statue standing in the water in the middle of the tidal flat.
The statue is more exquisitely carved, with a carp-like lower body, long hair shawl, a young and handsome appearance, a few small scales on the face, and a pale python bone wrapped around its right hand.
"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. He didn't expect there to be tap noodles, so he went down to the jungle and listened carefully to what they were saying. They still spoke Jingchu dialect, and it seemed that they were civilized tribes.
Perhaps 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 is still alive!"
It seems to be praising myself.
"The god of killing dragons...!"
Everyone chanted devoutly.
The corner of Tang Ping's mouth twitched, why do people in this world always have such strange names for gods?
Beating the flood dragon... No, it has to be corrected.
Tang Ping manifested the Sikong water body.
Phew!
The wind is furious and the black clouds are coming.