After hearing my words, the expression on Yang Jian's face became a little strange.
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, looked at the back of the God of Plague and said:
"There is no personal grudge.
However, Your Highness, you have asked me to this point, and I suddenly remembered a past event that I had almost forgotten.
During the Battle of the Gods, I had not yet become an immortal. I was seriously injured and was rescued by a family in the mortal world.
At that time, I saw that the child of that family was a potential cultivator of immortality, so I accepted him as a disciple.
After preparing to become a god, he took him to ascend together, and the master and apprentice became immortals together. This is also a good story in heaven.
Unexpectedly, just when I returned to the Fengshen Battlefield, seven members of my disciple's family died of the plague.
Originally, I thought this was the duty of the God of Plague, but I couldn't say anything.
But when I became a god and ascended, I realized that none of my disciples were on the list of plague ghosts back then.
On the original list, those who died from the plague were supposed to be the neighbors of Lord Shangqing before he ascended.
In order to curry favor with Lord Qingzhen, Hamo secretly modified the list of plague ghosts, deleted those who originally deserved death, and filled the vacancies with my disciples' family."
When he said this, Yang Jian glanced at Hamo's back again, and then said slowly:
"More than three thousand years have passed
If His Highness hadn't asked about it this year, I would have almost forgotten about it."
Glancing at Yang Jian beside me, I began to mutter in my heart:
What a grudge, I still remember it clearly after more than three thousand years
If you want to avoid offending this Erlang Shen in the future, try your best not to offend him.
If I don't think about you for three to five thousand years, even if I become the godson of the Emperor of Heaven, my heart will not be at ease.
After passing half of the Fairy Shop, Hamo finally led Yang Jian and me to the door of a stone house.
In this fairy shop full of adobe houses, this stone house looks a bit dazzling.
Hamo wandered to the door of the stone house, pointed inside and said:
"This is where I set up the Nine Dragons Thunder Formation.
Rikishi and Lord Crane are inside, and they should have been tortured to a terrible state by the formation at this time.
As long as Zhenjun asks you personally and uses some means, they will definitely tell you."
Seeing Hamo about to open the door, I floated next to Yang Jian and said to the God of Plague:
"Old guy, don't be in a hurry to open the door yet.
If it is proven that I am Guangwu Heze, then I will follow you two and go to heaven to file a lawsuit.
But today it was confirmed that I am not Guangwu Heze, what should you do?"
The God of Plague was already on the edge of the cliff at this time. He had no way out and could only bite the bullet and said:
"Then I will repay the debt from three thousand years ago.
My soul is scattered to offset the consequences of improper dispersal of the plague."
"Hamo, what are you going to say?"
Yang Jian gave the God of Plague a cold look, and then continued:
"What happened three thousand years ago?
Why don't I remember
Just talk about Guangwu Heze's affairs and don't get involved in other matters.
Do you understand?"
"I understand, what you taught me, Zhenjun, is"
He Mo didn't dare to provoke Yang Jian, so he turned around and wiped his wound with his hand.
Then, a bloody handprint was stamped between the two stone doors.
After the fingerprints were taken, the two stone doors opened slowly and automatically.
At the same time as the stone door opened, countless colorful electric lights flashed from inside the room.
After the stone door was fully opened, Hammer stood at the door and wanted to look inside.
After looking around, his face turned from white to red, and he turned back to Yang Jian with a trembling voice:
"impossible
Where are Rikishi and Crane-kun?"
Yang Jian teleported to the door of the stone house. After glancing at the scene inside, he only found that in the house was the sword that had killed ninety-nine gods.
Apart from this long knife, there wasn't even a single figure inside.
"You asked me?"
Yang Jian glanced at Hammer beside him with a strange expression, and then he continued slowly:
"Is there any other proof that His Highness is Guangwu Heze?
If not, then we have to follow what we just said."
"Wait! There is."
After Hammer yelled, he backed away and kept rolling his eyes.
Originally, the sister of the fake god Niu Shengying could testify, but now it seems that that woman should have been controlled by people on my side.
The God of Plague held on and shouted, and then while retreating, he continued to say:
"I also installed a camera device for the outside world in the Fairy Shop.
Just inside the temple, I definitely captured the scene where Rikishi and Lord Crane appeared just now, as well as the words that this person was Hirotake Aizawa."
"Wait a minute"
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I loudly stopped the God of Plague who was still struggling, and continued:
“Grandson, you don’t even have electricity in this fairy shop, how can you generate electricity?
How does your camera function without electricity?
It seems like you go out a lot, old boy, but it's a pity that you can't see clearly.
I didn’t know something like a camera still needs electricity.”
After I told him, the God of Plague became a little anxious, and he shouted to me:
"shut up!
You are Guangwu Heze!
As long as I catch you now, I will send you to heaven and torture you severely.
It depends on you"
Before he finished speaking, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and then the God of Plague's perspective changed dramatically.
After scrolling around a few times, the last thing he saw was his own feet.
Yang Jian cut off the plague god's head with a knife, and then Erlang Shen picked up the head with the tip of the knife.
He threw the head lightly into the stone house.
With a burst of thunder, the head was instantly split into a line of blue smoke.
"Villain."
After Yang Jian coldly squeezed out these two words through his teeth, he turned back to me and continued:
"Your Highness, you have cleared your grievances.
If His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven can accept you as his adopted son, then you cannot be Guangwu Heze
He is just a clown, hiding here to hide his divine aura is a capital crime."
While speaking, Yang Jian raised his hand and nodded at me.
As soon as he made this move, the chains on my body were automatically untied.
After regaining my freedom, I smiled at Yang Jian and said:
"Master Erlang, there is one thing I am also curious about.
Isn't this place blocked from the breath of immortal magic? Then how did you find this place?
It came on time."
“It just happened”
Yang Jian and I looked at each other and then continued:
“As they say in storytelling, it’s no coincidence that the book was written.”
"Actually, you might as well say that the Howling Sky Dog is lost and you come here to find the dog."
I laughed and was about to continue talking when Erlangshen looked at me with a weird look on his face.
I understood something instantly, and after taking a breath, I said to him:
"Really lost?
Is such a big howling dog really lost?"
Yang Jian looked at me helplessly and said:
"Whenever you can keep your mouth shut in the future, Your Highness should keep your mouth shut.