Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Taoist Ran Deng.
But when he saw the green hanging flowers on the reed canopy, Ran Deng Taoist could not help but frown slightly, and then looked at Jiang Ziya who was called over.
This was what made San Yisheng and others unable to help but feel nervous. Since Jiang Ziya was asked to temporarily stop worshiping Zhao Gongming and discuss with Jiang Ziya, it was obvious that the object of the discussion could not be a disciple of Chan's teaching.
It can't be the hypocritical, sinister and despicable Twelve Golden Immortal Qigong Practitioner, nor can it be the one who teaches Nezha to be a disciple, otherwise there would be no need to discuss with Jiang Ziya.
However, even the West Kunlun Sanren Lu Ya could not help but look curious. How would the Ran Deng Taoist discuss this matter?
Then I saw Taoist Ran Deng frowning slightly, thinking deeply before speaking.
"This 'Red Sand Formation' is a very evil formation, and it requires a lucky person to protect it from danger. If there is no lucky person to break this formation, it will cause great damage."
A big evil formation?
The scattered people in West Kunlun could not help but be stunned. Which formation is not a bad formation?
What’s more, we need a ‘lucky person’ to be safe. Who is the lucky person?
In an instant, everyone couldn't help but become more curious, who is the lucky person?
Except for the Twelve Golden Immortals, almost all of them hope that they are the lucky ones, but they can't help but feel extremely nervous when they think of going into that evil formation.
Only King Wu Jifa was still calm. There was no way he could ask Gu to break into the formation. Gu was the Holy Lord of the Western Zhou Dynasty. If something went wrong, how could he be replaced by another Holy Lord?
But I didn't know that even the Ji Chang of Xiqi Saint could be replaced by his Xiqi Saint Lord, and naturally he could also establish another god.
Jiang Ziya also cooperated blankly, thinking quietly in his mind for seven days, and it became clearer and clearer.
I couldn't help but ask blankly.
"Who does the teacher use as a blessing?"
‘Use’ who is the lucky person, rather than asking who is the lucky person!
Although Jiang Ziya was dumbfounded, he suddenly woke everyone up. The so-called 'lucky people' are going to die! Who can be used to die?
Instead of saying who is the lucky person, it is about the "lucky person" who will be pushed out to die. Teacher, who do you want to ask to die?
As soon as he finished speaking, even Taoist Ran Deng couldn't help but have a strange look flash in his eyes, 'This Jiang Ziya is really stupid.'
San Yisheng, Nangong Shi was awakened and couldn't help but become more nervous in an instant. You can't 'use' yourself as a blessing, right? What kind of blessing can you be?
There was still only Wu Wang Ji under the canopy who looked like it had nothing to do with him. He couldn't use anyone else.
The Twelve Golden Immortals, the scattered people in West Kunlun, all came to the same place and couldn't help but wonder, who should be used as a lucky person?
But he saw that the donkey-faced Taoist Ran Deng, whose brows were slightly furrowed, was still speaking in deep silence.
"If you want to break the 'Red Sand Formation', it must be the current Holy Master. If it is someone else, it will be more serious than bad."
The current Holy Lord?
Jiang Ziya couldn't help but be stunned.
King Wu Jifa under the canopy of green hanging flowers was also stunned.
The current Holy Lord, who is the current Holy Lord?
Nangong Shi almost couldn't help the expression on his face.
San Yisheng also quickly lowered his eyes.
The Twelve Golden Immortals then looked at each other dimly.
Lu Ya, an idler from West Kunlun, also couldn't help but have a strange look flash in his eyes for a moment.
'Tell King Wu of the Western Zhou Dynasty to die? When did King Wu offend you, Rendeng Taoist? But Ji Chang also died at the hands of your teaching...'
Finally, King Wu Jifa also reacted instantly. Could it be that he was the one he was talking about?
I couldn't help but twitch my eyes, turned around and ran away. But where could I run in front of the moral sages who expounded the hypocrisy, sinisterness, despicableness and shamelessness of the teachings?
But no one expected that after Jiang Ziya was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth and everyone couldn't help but be stunned as well.
"The current Holy Master? Could it be that the teacher is talking about the Great Shang Lord? How could the Great Shang Lord help us break the formation?"
Finally, under the canopy, Nangong Shi could no longer hold back the muscles on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
The Twelve Golden Immortals couldn't help but have strange looks in their eyes.
West Kunlun idler Lu Ya also couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ziya, 'Isn't Jiang Ziya doing this on purpose?'
Even the donkey-faced Taoist monk Ran Deng couldn't help but have a strange look flash in his eyes and speak.
"I say that the current Holy Lord is the Holy Lord of the Western Zhou Dynasty."
King Wu Jifa felt a heat between his legs and said, 'The Holy Lord of the Western Zhou Dynasty, isn't he himself?'
Jiang Ziya continued to speak blankly.
"How can I defeat this formation if I am not good at martial arts despite the benevolence of our ancestors?"
Since he deliberately calls himself the Son of Heaven, that means Chanjiao is called Heaven, and you and other Taoist brothers are called Heaven, and King Wu Jifa is the son of Heaven, including you and others.
Originally, in the Song of the Great Shang Dynasty, some people called Emperor Xin the Son of Heaven, and Shang Qingjun once said it in front of Emperor Xin.
But Emperor Xin did not want to be called the Son of Heaven, so he forbade the title of Emperor Xin. He only wanted to be the monarch of the Great Shang, the monarch of heaven and earth, and he was called Emperor Xin.
Jiang Ziya said it on purpose. King Wu was the emperor, and he embodies the benevolence of the previous kings. He was not good at martial arts, but even if he was good at martial arts, how could he, a mortal, break the red sand formation that even you, teacher, dare not break through?
Ziye was interceding for King Wu Ji Fa, and Ji Fa couldn't help but look at his father-in-law with great gratitude, and couldn't help but have wet eyes. There was always someone who cared about Ji Fa.
But he didn't want the words to fall away, but Taoist Ran Deng didn't give him any room for discussion, and he just opened his mouth without frowning.
"Without further delay, please invite King Wu quickly. I have a place of my own."
King Wu Jifa under the canopy couldn't help but trembled when he heard this.
Then, under the quiet attention of countless people in front of the battle, Jiang Ziya personally got off the canopy and helped him up onto the canopy with green hanging flowers.
Of course, it wouldn't work without support, but thinking about the horror in that formation, he was no more than a mortal after all. His legs were already weak from fear, so it was good to be able to still stand.
Especially the wet lump under his crotch caught everyone's eyes.
However, what everyone didn't expect was that when Wu Wang Ji Fa, who was obviously frightened, reached the canopy covered with green hanging flowers, the donkey-faced sage Ran Deng Taoist stood up solemnly and knelt down to Wu Wang Ji Fa.
Bow down!
Guangchengzi's red eyes flashed, and he also knelt down and bowed.
Then Huanglong, Taiyi, Fearing Sun, Manjusri, Guangfa, Samantabhadra, Yuding, Daoxing, Qingxu and Daode all followed and knelt down to worship.
But only Taoist Nanhai Cihang and Lu Ya, the idler from West Kunlun, were left. Taoist Nanhai Cihang had clear eyes, as if he hadn't seen them before, and Lu Ya had a strange look in his eyes. Neither of them knelt or bowed.
Jiang Ziya was also stunned and had to kneel down and bow to King Wu Jifa for the first time.
what's the situation?
Everyone can't help but look stupid.
All the masters and uncles of the Twelve Golden Immortals knelt down and worshiped. Nezha, Yang Jian and other disciples Huang Tianhua also had no choice but to kneel down.
Only Zhou Gongdan, one of the four sages and eight horses under the canopy, remained calm and composed, and could make all the hypocritical, sinister, despicable and despicable immortal qi practitioners of Chanjiao bow to their knees, but the second brother's death was worth it.
Of course, Zhou Gongdan would choose to live in his heart.
No one knows that Taiyi Zhenren once knelt down and worshiped Nezha. Unexpectedly, one day all the Twelve Golden Immortals and Randen Taoist would also bow down to Wu Wang Jifa.
But even if Emperor Xin knew about it, he would never let the members of the Jie Cult, a group of loyal Taoist friends who were willing to die for his Great Shang Dynasty, kneel down for him.
Even in the original trajectory, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jinao Island, Hanzhixian, Caiyun Fairy, Zhao Gongming, and the Empress of Sanxiao, who were not afraid of death for the Great Shang Dynasty, were all the identity of the Great Shang Dynasty.
He is a dead Qi practitioner, but he is willing to bow down to the great Shang monarch.
And those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country without rebelling for a group of people who are loyal to the great merchants, that is Fei Zhongyouhun, that Fei Lian Badai, that Zhang Feng, Zhang Guifang, that Zhang Kui Gao Lanying, that is the veteran minister Wen Zhong and others
Bow down.
Because they knew in their hearts that they could have escaped death and betrayed themselves, just like Nabi Gan Huang Feihu did, betraying Chaoge and leaving behind the name of an eternal loyal minister.
However, they were all willing to be with me. Even if they were burdened with the eternal infamy, they did not betray themselves. Why couldn't I bow down?
…
Finally, on the reed canopy that was covered with hanging green flowers, a group of immortal Qi practitioners knelt down. King Ji Fa of Wu couldn't help but wake up. He thought hurriedly and suddenly became extremely excited, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice.
"Teachers, what are your orders?"
What are your orders?
Don't you know what the instructions are?
Everyone couldn't help but glance strangely at the wet puddle on his crotch, and landed on his equally hypocritical and benevolent and excited expression.
How can it be so easy to bear the kneeling of a group of hypocritical, sinister, despicable and shameless Qi practitioners?