Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 446. Daoist Chu is here, please kill yourself

Hearing the words, Bigan glanced at Wen Zhong who was supported by him, and shook his head firmly.

"Immortal Chief, I heard that the grand master is the important minister left by the late king to the king. He has worked for the great merchant for 30 years and has worked hard. If I kill him, what will I look like when I see the old king in the ground?"

You said that, what else could Pindao have to say? Chu Feng suddenly fell silent.

"Immortal Chief, I heard that Grand Master has something to tell you."

Bigan said in a low voice.

Obviously, the two had communicated before coming in.

Chu Feng saw that the blood on Zhong's face was very bad, so he waved his hand, emitting a brilliance, and tidied up his face.

"Say it"

Wen Zhong looked at Chu Feng, his wrinkled cheeks trembled a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior, you want to help me, Da Shang, to calm down the world."

"That's right"

Chu Feng nodded.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Wen Zhong couldn't hide his joy. A golden immortal, in the era when saints were not born, was basically a top-notch combat power, and there was no problem at all in sweeping away princes and strange people in all directions.

In order to express his gratitude, Wen Zhong ignored the pain on his body and bent down to salute.

"The 600 years since the founding of the Great Shang Dynasty, it has gone through countless winds and rains, and it still stands today because of countless people with lofty ideals who threw their heads and blood. If you dare to let go, the world will change today, this junior thinks that he can't change anything with his own efforts, and if the senior takes action, the junior will be grateful."

Chu Feng just hummed, he has seen many things, and he has long been numb to this kind of non-painful gratitude.

Shen Gongbao who didn't know when came over, dissatisfied: "It's also your uncle, how do you call him senior, when you call Pindao, you just call him by his first name."

Wen Zhong's expression was a little awkward. Who could blame him? In this world, victory or defeat has always been determined by the size of the fist.If you can fight, you will be polite. If you can't fight, no one will be polite to you.

But these words can only be thought about in the mind, on the surface they have to be perfunctory.

"Uncle Shen, my nephew was blind just now, please don't blame me. Later, my nephew will hold a banquet at home to apologize to my uncle."

"It's almost there"

Shen Gongbao's tense expression relaxed.

At this time, Bigan said quietly: "I'll go see the king later."

Two times of persecution, one time of digging out his heart, and one time of killing his whole family, even if Bigan is a loyal minister, he still has a thorn in his heart.If you don't talk to the king, you probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Wen Zhong opened his mouth, but did not speak.It is indeed a crime for Bigan to imprison the king, but what the king did is really stupid.

Back then, when the king was still young, he acted carelessly. As a minister of Tuogu, he did a lot of hard work. Later, when the king grew up, in order to maintain the dignity of the king, he mainly used persuasion. This time, he went to Beihai for several years. I didn't expect the king to wander like this.

A group of people rode horses, on the way to the palace, Shen Gongbao pretended to ask Wen Zhong casually.

"My nephew, this king usually kills ministers like dogs. Why is he so afraid of you? I heard that this time you came back, he has not even been to the harem a few times. He handles government affairs honestly and diligently. It’s like a different person.”

Listening to Shen Gongbao casually calling himself his nephew, Wen Zhong felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly raw. If it weren’t for Chu Feng, a super master, he would have practiced this for thousands of years, and he was so weak that it was hard to look at Master, give me a good beating.

"Ahem, uncle, when the late king passed away, the king was just a young man with a bad temper. Normally, if the nephew's persuasion was ineffective, he would fight. Therefore, the king was quite afraid of the nephew."

Hearing this, Shen Gongbao couldn't help laughing out loud. It turned out that the vicious King of the Great Merchants, a generation of tyrants, was afraid of Wen Taishi because he was often beaten when he was a child.

"Uncle Shen Gong, don't spread this matter to the outside world, so as not to damage your majesty's reputation."

Wen Zhong hastily added.

"Don't worry, the king was beaten by you when he was a child, and he will be afraid of such shameful things like you when he grows up. The poor will not talk nonsense."

Shen Gongbao has a loud voice, no different from modern people speaking with a loudspeaker.

Not only Chu Feng and Bigan looked over, but also many soldiers who were traveling with them also looked over in shock.The aloof king had been beaten by Grand Master Wen before, it was too sensational.

"you"

Wen Zhongqi's beard curled up.This uncle who practiced on dogs must have done it on purpose.

Seeing that Wen Zhong was playing with fire, Shen Gongbao slapped his ass and rushed to the forefront of the team.

……

In the side hall of the palace, the burly King Zhou listened to the report of a black-faced general kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I just heard that the Grand Master led troops to besiege Bigan's mansion. The traitor Bigan and the demon named Chu fell from the sky. Wen that the Grand Master didn't catch a single move, he flew out and vomited blood. At this moment, they are heading towards The palace is coming, whether to go or stay, please make a decision early."

When King Zhou heard the words, his sturdy body shook, and he fell down on the soft bed as if he had lost his soul.

Last time he almost broke Bigan's heart, but this time he sent people to kill Bigan's family, and the clay figurines were also very angry, let alone Bigan, needless to say, Bigan will definitely come to kill him this time.

"No, I can't die in the hands of my courtiers. I'm the supreme being in the world, and I can't suffer this humiliation."

King Zhou stood up suddenly, rushed to one side, picked up the bronze sword on the wooden stand, pulled it out, and laid it across his neck, the whole movement was like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"The king can't"

The general stepped forward to stop him, his face full of horror.

Now the world is in chaos, if the king dies, the great merchant will really be finished.

"go away"

The long sword in King Zhou's hand moved away from his neck, and instead stabbed into the general's chest, bright red blood gushed out.

"Big, King"

The general spit out blood from his mouth, and his whole body softened.

King Zhou snorted, and put the sword across his neck again with a cold face. The palace servants who were planning to come over to dissuade did not dare to step forward.

"The 600-year-old Shang Dynasty has not been protected well. Now the world is full of smoke and war, and even more ambitious than Gan, who wants to seize the throne. This is God's will and not a human disaster."

King Zhou sighed with emotion and left himself completely, which can be said to be unrepentant.

"Great business for thousands of years"

With a low roar, King Zhou swiped his hand hard, and a stream of bright red blood spurted out.

"Ho ho..."

Lying on the ground with a painful expression on his face, King Zhou clutched his bleeding neck and kept venting his anger.

Only at this moment did the aloof king realize how painful it is to wipe his neck and commit suicide.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths... a hundred breaths.

King Zhou found that he had no signs of death except dizziness and severe neck pain, so he couldn't help hating his good physique.

(End of this chapter)