Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 5 Walking the Bird

More and more raindrops dripped from the sky, and dull thunder sounded among the dark clouds.

The smell of blood filled the nostrils, and the royal family below the altar looked forward to it.

No one dares to speak out, and any offensive behavior during the sacrifice is a serious sin.

Di Xin leaned on his axe, looked at the sky, and then at the young man who was one level higher than himself, his brows furrowed slightly with concern.

What was the ancestor’s response?

If nothing else happens, it will be no different from the sacrifice he presided over.

Bigan's exquisite heart was beating hard, and his old face was full of nervousness.

what happened?

Is the ritual wrong?

Or is it not enough to sacrifice Wusizi alone? Do you need to drive out all the dog fish?

Baiyao's face seemed calm after leaving the temple, but his heart was already in turmoil:

"System! You mean I can practice?!"

[You come from another world, in addition to being a Da Zhu, you also have a mortal identity]

"So I can not only practice the way of heaven, but also be protected by the way of humanity!"

[Yes, but you need to ensure a balance between the two during practice, otherwise you will suffer backlash from both heaven and man]

Baiyao's eyes shone. He originally thought that the system was his golden finger, but he didn't expect that his identity through time travel was the real golden finger.

What is the concept of being able to practice cultivation?

Even with no cultivation, he dared to go to Nuwa Palace to harm the saint by relying on his luck as a human being, let alone after cultivation.

Aware of the eyes focused on him, he gradually recovered and opened the system's dazzling array of functions.

[Current national fortune: 720 points]

...

[Miracle: Black Bird Flying into the Sky

Spend 100 points of national luck to make the black bird projection come]

As Da Zhu, Baiyao knew very well that nonsense such as ancestors' apparitions were made up to fool people.The amount of national fortune required to deify the ancestors is simply astronomical.

The reason why Da Zhu is Da Zhu is that he has mastered the method of using the national destiny to influence reality. And at the founding of the country, a "divination" system was established to strengthen the status of theocracy.

Anyone who dares to shake the divine authority can be sacrificed to the "god".

Thunder rolls and rain pours.

Baiyao raised the sacrificial vessel in his hand, with fanaticism on his face, and shouted towards Leiyun under the gaze of everyone:

"This is a great sacrifice! Dedicate it to our ancestors!"

【National Games-100】

As soon as the words fell, all the royal family members under the altar raised their heads as if they had been summoned, their blood rushing and boiling.

Baiyao's body burst into flames, and then the flames flooded the altar, spreading rapidly around like a real river, and enveloped the entire Chaoge in just a few breaths!

Then the rain curtain suddenly stopped, and the world trembled!

A firebird shaped like a swallow and with a tail like a phoenix spread its wings that covered the sky above Chaoge, showing its terrifying body.

"Wow—"

The harsh cry tears through the thunder, shatters the dark clouds, and echoes across the sky!

"what is that?"

"Shut up! Kneel down! The mysterious bird has appeared!"

"Sacrifice again..."

...

In the outer city of Chaoge, some elderly people hurriedly took their whole families to kneel down on the street, fearing that they would offend the black bird and cause disaster.

The members of the royal family who personally participated in this sacrifice were already filled with tears of excitement.

"It's Xuanniao!"

"The ancestors did not abandon us!"

"Great Shang for ten thousand years!"

...

After performing the miracle, Baiyao folded his sleeves and looked at Di Xin.

The boulder hanging in Di Xin's heart finally fell to the ground.

There is no unity within the royal family.

Shortly after he ascended the throne, he proposed reducing the number of human animals in sacrifices, which was immediately met with strong opposition from the royal family.

Many clan elders even burned themselves at home to make him take back what he said.

Di Xin was already very careful. He even asked about this matter in a consultative manner, which shook his throne.

Since then, many royal families believed that it was because his proposal offended their ancestors that they caused Dashang to be abandoned by their ancestors.

The two looked at each other and smiled, like old friends for many years, and looked at the black bird hovering in the sky together.

But their inner thoughts are completely different.

<divclass="contentadv"> Di Xin looked gentle: He had to find a reason to kill all the traitors who had forced him to bow down.

The corners of Baiyao's lips raised slightly: Whose is the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills?

...

Eight hundred miles away, Chentangguan.

Huang Feihu rode the five-color sacred bull to get here in just one day.

Of course, he had traveled a lot before here.

Looking at Guancheng in front of him, he rubbed his waist tiredly and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm so exhausted..."

The sacred cow snorted dissatisfiedly upon hearing this.

Huang Feihu's eyes widened and he cursed:

"You're the one who's tired! Why would I ride you if I can run eight hundred miles a day?"

The five-color sacred cow groaned and rolled its eyes, then lay down on the ground, refusing to move no matter how loud Huang Feihu yelled.

It was noon, and the scorching sun made Huang Feihu miserable.

He took off his armor outside the city, put it on the back of the five-color sacred bull, and dragged it toward the city gate.

"Why did Da Zhu ask so many people to go to Chaoge? He even named me by name. I am the mighty King of Wucheng. He turned me into an errand boy with just one sentence."

The five-colored sacred cow swung its tail disdainfully and snorted twice.

"You curse again!"

Huang Feihu didn't know what he heard, his face turned red, and he was so angry that he slapped it on the head.

“Moo~~”

The five-color sacred cow screamed in pain, shook its head crazily, shook Huang Feihu away, and ran towards the wasteland outside the city.

"Hey! You beast! Come back quickly!"

The mortal Huang Feihu couldn't catch up with the sacred cow, so he had to watch it disappear from sight.

"Going crazy again..."

In the empty wasteland, Huang Feihu twitched his lips, turned around and walked towards Chentangguan.

Not long after walking, a child wearing a red bellyband, a gold bracelet on his right hand, and a red damask on his shoulder suddenly rushed out from his side and said in a sweet voice:

"Who are you! I've never seen you!"

Huang Feihu was startled and looked around, only to find that the person speaking was a baby, so he put back the half-drawn knife.

"I am Huang Feihu, King Wucheng of the Zhenguo."

He glanced at the child, crossed his arms and replied.

"Liar!" Nezha put his hands on his hips and said with disbelief: "My father said that King Wucheng made great military achievements and protected the king in Chaoge. How could he be as poor as you!"

Huang Feihu raised his eyebrows, "Who is your father?"

Nezha imitated him and folded his hands, raised his head and said:

"Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of Chentangguan."

Huang Feihu was stunned for a moment, "Is your father Li Jing?"

"Is it possible that your father is also Li Jing?"

Huang Feihu was obviously choked, but he couldn't lose his temper with a little brat and sighed:

"Bring your father to see me, as the king has decreed."

"No, I managed to sneak out."

As soon as Nezha heard that he was going back to Chentangguan, he turned around and left.

Today is really unlucky...

Huang Feihu rubbed his eyebrows and shouted at Nezha's back:

"Child, if you can call Li Jing, I will take you to Chaoge to play."