Reborn Shang Zhou, angry at the sage Nuwa at the beginning

Chapter 138 Xibohou vomiting blood

"Fuck, have you heard? In Chaoge, the culprit who killed and injured more than half of the [-] alien leaders has already been beheaded!"

"No, I heard that guy fled to Weishui River, but was caught by Xibo Hou Jichang, and his brains were ripped off on the spot!"

"More than that, I heard that the guy named Jiang Ziya was also a disciple of the sage who explained the teachings. I heard that Xi Bohou was afraid that he would use Taoism to cause trouble, so he burned his body to ashes on the spot, mixed it into pig food and was eaten by pigs. Sent to the wheat field!"

"Xibohou Jichang's loyalty can learn from the sun and the moon. This is the good prince of my great merchant, and this is the good subject of the king. We must follow the example of Xibohou. I want to establish the longevity throne for Xibohou!"

"Yes, Your Majesty allowed us to live a life of adequate food and clothing, and also let us read and write. Xibohou is so loyal to His Majesty, and he is not afraid of the power of a saint. We must follow his example!"

……

When Di Xin spread the news of Xibo Hou Jichang's deeds through the Shengxian Pavilion and the Dragon King Temples in various places, and when it spread to the Xibo Houhou's mansion, Ji Chang was completely dumbfounded.

He was stunned for a full quarter of an hour before he had a little reaction——

puff!

A mouthful of old blood spewed out, and Ji Chang sat paralyzed on the ground, and said weakly, "Manjusri, I call you a fairy!"

at the same time,

Jiang Ziya, who was going back to Weishui, suddenly saw more than a hundred people coming to the bank of Weishui.

One of the rough men, dressed as a woodcutter, pointed to the pile of ashes left over from yesterday's grilled fish not far from the thatched hut where he lived in seclusion.

He said loudly: "Let's take a look, this is the ashes of Jiang Ziya's burning at that time, and you can still see some ash now!"

Someone asked in confusion: "It is said that Jiang Ziya is a person, are you sure this ashes belong to him?"

"You know what. At that time, Xibohou invited Sanwei Zhenhuo to burn that bastard Jiang Ziya to death. Just like this "Jiujiu Zhenhuo..."

The woodcutter stretched out his hand and closed his four fingers, leaving only the middle finger standing upright, and said loudly: "Just such a tweet, Jiang Ziya was burned to ashes. At that time, I saw with my own eyes that Xibohou sent someone to put Jiang Ziya's ashes into the pig. In the bucket!"

The man said again: "I still don't believe what you said!"

"Do not believe?"

The woodcutter grabbed Jiang Ziya and said loudly, "That was the Sanwei Zhenhuo invited by the Daoist at that time. Daoist, please tell this group of people, did you burn Jiang Ziya to death?"

"Jiang Ziya..."

Jiang Ziya was a little confused, but seeing this group of people seemed difficult to provoke, Jiang Ziya had no choice but to nod before he figured out the matter: "Yes, Pindao did serve Xibo..."

"Have you heard, have you heard, it is Jiang Ziya who was burned to death by the Taoist master. If you still don't believe it, let me tell you a few miles..."

The woodcutter told the group of people a lot, saying that Xibohou was loyal to the big merchant, that he had a piece of land in his home, and the ashes of Jiang Ziya were filled with pig manure and so on...

Jiang Ziya didn't like it very much, just when he was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from the crowd——

"I'm going to see that piece of pig manure, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!"

"Yes, I can't hold back anymore, let me come first this time, I've been on fire recently, and the smell of yellow urine is still strong!"

"Jiang Ziya is a disciple of a sage, he has spells, so don't wake him up!"

……

Sensing the hatred in everyone's eyes, Jiang Ziya shut his mouth wisely, and at the same time signaled Wu Ji not to talk nonsense.

"Good good..."

The woodcutter hurriedly said, after appeasing the crowd, he looked at Jiang Ziya, who was very cooperative with him, and asked gratefully: "Dare to ask the master's name..."

Jiang Ziya hurriedly bowed and said: "The poor Dao Honghuang is a casual cultivator, and the Dao name is Feixiong!"

"Thank you, Daoist Fei Xiong, for your cooperation. I will save the money for the Daoist to buy wine and drink. I will take my leave first!"

finished,

The woodcutter left some wine money, and took the group of people to see the pig manure, and threatened that it was okay to pee, but it would cost more.

Jiang Ziya's face turned black when he heard it!

After everyone left, Wu Ji approached and said cautiously: "Master, these people say you are dead!"

"Pindao almost thought he was dead!"

Jiang Ziya said with a dark face, after all, the group of people just went too far, they even wanted to pee on themselves, and they said something like getting angry and yellow urine.

If it wasn't for the fear of karma in killing people, he would have taught them a lesson just now!

think of this,

Jiang Ziya said with a dark face: "You put on a disguise and go to Xibohou's mansion to ask what's going on?"

"Yes, Master!"

Wu Ji left quickly after taking the order, and Jiang Ziya rushed to the pile of ashes of grilled fish angrily, and kicked the ashes away...

quickly,

Bukit and back again!

When Jiang Ziya learned of the words that "Xibohou is loyal to a great merchant and is not afraid of power, he angrily killed and taught Jiang Ziya in the Weishui River, and smashed his bones to ashes, which is really a model for the prehistoric princes",

Jiang Ziya looked up at the sky, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, poured into his ears, and flowed into his nasal cavity, accompanied by Jiang Ziya's heavy and powerful breathing, mixed with complex emotions, and tears that were salty and bitter——

It trickled down his throat!

This situation and situation,

Recalling the way Manjusri patted his chest to promise himself, thousands of words converged into one sentence in Jiang Ziya's belly——

"Brother Wenshu, how are your uncle and your mother living?!"

……

at the same time,

Manjusri, who was cursed in circles by Ji Chang and Jiang Ziya successively, and imprisoned by the Wu tribe, was fighting a young and strong boy from the Wu tribe.

I saw a young man from the Wu tribe who was two and a half meters tall, swinging his casserole-sized fist with all his strength, and punched Manjusri in the face with his fist, making him scream excitedly——

"Ow..."

boom!