This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 27 Qi Water Seals the Gods!

After the six demons left, Yaochi asked:
"These six demons are all brave and foolhardy, I'm afraid they will miss your big event."

Haotian sighed deeply.

"Nowadays, the loose immortals in this prehistoric world are hiding in their caves and dare not come out. If they are pushed into a hurry, they will join the three religions again. I have no other choice."

"I am a saint of Hunyuan, and I am entrusted with the destiny of the heavens. Every move is too involved to escape the eyes and ears of the saints. Before conferring gods, I canonize generals everywhere, and I am afraid that I will attract the prying eyes of those saints."

"These six demons are originally famous people on the list of gods. Sooner or later, they will be the gods of the heavens. The deities will sign and canonize them. The saints will not worry too much."

Haotian felt helpless.

It's hard for me to say that Da Tianzun is in his position.

Conferring the gods to measure the calamity, the heavens determine the three religions of Taoism, and the dead disciples fill the heaven.

Originally, he was not pleasing to all parties.

No saint saw him with malicious eyes.

The Twelve Golden Immortals looked at him coldly and had no good looks.

After Daozu joined the Dao, he didn't care about world affairs, how dare he touch the mold of several saints.

It is his best choice to close the Nantian Gate tightly, not to be affected by the conferred gods, and to wait for all the gods and generals to be listed.

Any of his actions may lead to unfavorable variables for him.

"This deity can take in three hundred generals and eighty thousand Xingsha just by retreating, and now he has to end himself!"

"Di Xin is really hateful. He took away my luck and forced me to act!"

Haotian couldn't help scolding Zishou again.

Cursing is scolding, but he is extremely envious of Di Xin.

This human king is destined to die, no matter how much he struggles, there will be no worse ending.

"Wouldn't it be nice for you to be a drunken king of pleasure before you die?"

"Why, you have to make trouble with this deity."

Haotian sighed deeply again.

……

Longde Palace.

Wen Zhong also felt the change of luck in the world, his brows and sky eyes widened, and he was beyond shocked.

Guoyun even skyrocketed by three points!

This matter has never happened in the six years since the king ascended the throne.

Wen Zhong looked at Feng Jiu who was leaning over to study ink, and the imperial decree that caused changes in the national fortune, and was very eager to know the content.

His eyebrows fluttered and his eyes were deep.

He knew that the real big event, far bigger than beheading some low-level incense gods, was coming.

Zishou's imperial edict had already been written, and he found that every word in the imperial edict was entwined with the fate of the country.

"I didn't expect that the imperial decree also included the fate of the country."

"The practice of spiritual power and the practice of incense, there are corresponding cultivation methods in the Yangshen world. I don't know if there are any in the national destiny."

"The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Hong Yi is released from prison to kill people. I hope that there will be new progress in the elimination of killing and robbery. Let me draw my ability again."

Zishou's thoughts surged, and then he threw the imperial decree to the official in front of the palace, saying:

"Print thousands of copies and spread the decree to the world!"

"Gu Ming will come to Qishui in person, build a temple and enshrine the gods!"

"Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu led [-] cavalry to open the way, accompanied by hundreds of civil and military officials, and asked the painter to carry the brush and ink, and make a picture of a king and a god, and publish it all over the world!"

After Zishou's words fell, all the officials in the court knelt down and kowtowed, and received the decree in unison!

"Go away!"

After receiving the decree, the son had a thought, and suddenly looked at one place, then he waved away all the officials and brought Fengjiu to the Shouxian Palace.

He sat upright on the bed, practiced with his eyes closed, and asked:
"There is no life scripture in the future, how is it completed?"

Feng Jiu saluted and said:
"Already done."

"It's just that, with the restrictions of the prehistoric laws of heaven, the speed of practice is far slower than in the Prison of the Primordial Emperor."

"It may take several months or even years to cultivate from the human fairyland to the heavenly fairyland. I can't speculate."

"That's enough."

Zishou smiled. After several years of proving to be a celestial being, even a sage would break his eyes. He continued to ask:
"Do you remember the appearance of the ancestor Jiufeng?"

"I vaguely recalled an outline."

Zishou nodded and said with a smile:
"Very good. Although Jiufeng belongs to the Wu clan, he has the blood of the Phoenix clan, which is very close to Yuanfeng's image and aura!"

"Tomorrow is the time for you to show your face in front of the gods."

"This kind of opportunity is rare."

Feng Jiu: ...

She always felt that this opportunity was not as good as Zishou said.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The corners of Zishou's mouth curled up.

"Go open the door."

Feng Jiu obeyed, walked lightly, and opened the door.

Empress Jiang was about to walk in with a steaming tonic soup.

His eyes flashed!
She looked at the stunning woman with a pair of long legs in front of her, she tightened her hands holding the soup, and raised her eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, the soup is ready."

"I don't know where this sister is from Gong'e. She looks really handsome."

"Why have I never seen it before?"

……

at this time.

The empty Longde Hall.

The duty officer is cleaning up the mess.

A military attache in armor finally arrived.

He stared blankly at the leftovers, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched and he gritted his teeth.

"Why don't you wait for me!"

"A group of killers!"

……

Three days later, on the fifteenth day of the fifth lunar month, it is appropriate to enshrine the gods and release the wind.

Mao Shi.

Chaoge South Gate!

Shengjia out of town!

Every family burns incense and sets up cases, and every household decorates and spreads carpets!
Three thousand iron cavalry, eight hundred imperial forests, Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu escorted him, and Taishi Wen Zhongman accompanied him both civil and military.

Zishou sat on the holy car, looked at the scenery along the way, and couldn't help grinning.

"The last time I went to Qishui alone was Zhanshen."

"This time, it's for conferring the gods."

"You were the one who was beheaded, and you were the one who was sealed. How do you feel about it?"

Feng Jiu stood behind Zi Shou, kneading his shoulders, her hands trembled when she heard this, but she said honestly:

"Master Prisoner, Feng Jiu thanks Wang En."

Zishou laughed out loud, and Feng Jiu gritted his teeth while laughing, but he heard:
"In the future, outside, call me the king, don't call me the prison master."

Feng Jiu said yes.

Qishui is less than a hundred miles away from Chaoge, but this time there are hundreds of civil and military officials accompanying him, and it took a full day to walk.

"It's not as beautiful as Chaoge, and it's not as clear as Qishui."

Zishou looked at the vast and clear river in front of him, and thought of a word from later generations, he couldn't help but say.

"It's not as beautiful as Chaoge, and it's not as clear as Qishui."

Feng Jiu muttered to herself.

"That's a beautiful word."

Zishou laughed and said:

"The words of the working people are of course the most beautiful."

"It's a pity that such clear water actually breeds witches and clan elders who harm the villagers."

"Hebo will be able to confuse people's hearts even after another 1000 years when he gets married."

Feng Jiu shook her hands and dared not speak, after all she committed the crime of dereliction of duty.

Just, I was thinking:
Where are the working people from? She has never heard of the name of this country.

……

The south bank of Qishui.

All civil and military officials stood still, and Zishou walked out of the holy chariot and stood on the imperial chariot.

Zishou didn't seal off the site, and was surrounded by villagers from Qishui. They didn't dare to desecrate the holy face, and they all knelt on the ground. Only a few innocent and fearless children raised their heads secretly, and questioned the person with curious eyes. A wise man.

Zishou looked at the people all over the mountains and plains, smiled loudly, and said:
"Gu is here again."

"Many of you have seen an orphan before."

"On that day, I was here alone beheading the Qishui River God, killing the elders of the Wu tribe, and returning the land of Qishui to a bright blue sky."

"At that time, you were bewitched by Zhu Wu, and you were full of fear of Gu Zhanshen."

"Now, are you still afraid?"

Around Qishui, it was extremely silent at first, until scattered voices sounded, and finally a torrent of torrents condensed.

"I'm not afraid!"

"Grass people are ignorant, thank you king for beheading the gods!"

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

……

The voice of all peoples, the sound shook the sky!
(End of this chapter)