[Comprehensive] This plot is absolutely wrong

The woman sent to the palace by the Fujiwara family turned into a monster, and Mr. Fujiwara's eyes were dark.

Seeing Mr. Fujiwara's cold sweat and pale face, the emperor hummed coldly in his heart, making you try to control me all day long!Although you are too powerful to pull you out in one go, it is still possible to chop off one of your claws first.

One emperor changed the subject, expressing his belief in the loyalty of Mr. Fujiwara, and believing that he is a good minister for the country and the people.However, the matter of Fujiwara Yuba has a lot to do with it and cannot be let go casually.Now that he is temporarily removed from the position of left minister, Yinyang Liao will fully assist in investigating the whole story of this incident.

One emperor generously expressed that he was allowed to defend himself.

Fujiwara Michijo returned to the mansion with his twitching veins. He didn't expect that the fox demon's appearance in the palace was related to his son.Thinking of his stolen position as Minister of the Left and his daughter who might be implicated in the palace, Mr. Fujiwara threw his teacup angrily and ordered someone to bring Fujiwara Yorimichi over.

The sent person came back after a while, his face was pale, his legs trembling, and he knelt in front of Mr. Fujiwara tremblingly.

Mr. Fujiwara thought that his son's wings were stiff and dared to wrestle with him. Unexpectedly, the person he sent knelt down and began to cry, saying that the eldest son was dead.

And the appearance of death is horrific.Not to mention the pale face, just the soft collapse, as if there is only a piece of skin left on the part from the neck down to the legs and up, it scares the shit out of the person who sent the message.

Although Mr. Fujiwara resented his son for dragging his hind legs, when he heard that Fujiwara Yorimichi was dead, his eyes turned black, he vomited a big mouthful of blood while clutching his heart, and fell down on his back.

Mr. Fujiwara now has two daughters and one son. Among them, Zhang Zi and Laitong are both from the main family. He has great expectations.And the concubine Zhangzi has the same face as Zhangzi. Since Zhangzi will be the emperor's concubine, it is unavoidable to have many complications. Zhangzi has always been kept in the boudoir, seeing no outsiders, and just married after the ceremony.

But now, the son who inherited the family business just died like this. Even though he knew that he was not too old and could have children in the future, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

In particular, after His Majesty learned of this, he sent a decree "intimately" to understand his pain of losing his son, and gave him a long vacation with an uncertain return date.

Mr. Fujiwara's heart ached to death.

But at that time, he wasn't too worried. After all, he had people in the court and in the harem.If His Majesty "forgot" him, someone would help him remember his existence.He suffered such a big loss, and all his grown-up sons died so miserably, Fujiwara Michijo gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves and began to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes.So what if there are monsters behind the scenes, there are yin and yang.If Yinyangliao can't deal with that monster, he will join them to death.

But what Mr. Fujiwara never expected was that on the second day, when Emperor Yichi came to court, he said that the ancestor fell into a dream yesterday.In order to frighten the monsters and ensure that the glory of Amaterasu Omnibus always shines on this land, he fasted for three days and entered the ancestral temple to pray for blessings.

At that time, Mr. Fujiwara only thought it was a means to divert Chaotang's attention.

Three days later, the weather was very good—at least in the eyes of Mr. Fujiwara, the dark clouds almost enveloped the entire Heian-kyo, and the wind passing through the city whimpered like a ghost crying.

Mao time has come, and instead of brightening up the sky that should have been bright, it was as dark as the night.

The important officials waiting outside the ancestral temple and the common people watching from afar were all concerned.

If one is not done well, this is not to pray for blessings, but to invite disasters.

Instead of looking at the worried crowd, the emperor walked into the ancestral temple with his head held high and his chest held high, wearing a straight gown and a tasseled imperial crown.Burning incense and kneeling to pray for blessings, the movements are done in one go, and the expression is extremely devout.

In fact, Emperor Ichijo is using the spiritual imprint Uchiha Madara left on his body to communicate with Uchiha Madara.

Time passed, and when everyone was more and more worried that the prayer would not go well, dawn broke and a miracle came.

On both sides of the Rashomon Gate, regarded by everyone as the gate of ghosts, huge trees as high as the tower grew in an instant.The tree that could not be embraced by ten people was wrapped with white Shinto knots, the luxuriant tree crown stretched out, the thumb-sized leaves trembled, and the clean air visible to the naked eye slowly spread from the giant tree as the center.

It's like eating a great tonic, and the whole person feels refreshed. That's not an illusion.

Everyone who lives in Heianjing feels it.

Everyone watched in disbelief at the elegant and dignified young emperor who was slowly walking out of the ancestral temple in straight clothes. Everyone fell on the ground and shouted long live.

Emperor Yiyi took a few glances at the courtiers who were fighting against him in the court not long ago. Seeing their fanatical expressions, he hooked the corners of his lips, and truly realized that his time had come.

It was not in vain that day when he knelt and sat in Qingliang Hall, his legs were numb, and his face was so frightened that his face became stiff.

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The emperor's will, Uchiha Madara's use of the reincarnation eye pupil technique to operate remotely and the effect of the pure aura possessed by the god tree itself can be said to be earth-shattering.

The power of faith in the Dharma-ending era almost piled up the thousand-handed pillars into gods, so what about this peaceful era where people's hearts can give birth to ghosts?

The excited and shouting people directly regarded the emperor as the reincarnation of a god.

On the tower of Rashomon Gate, with the help of Uchiha Madara's illusion to hide his figure, Senju Hashirama is akimbo. The fairy lines on his face have not completely faded, and the red makeup lines are still smudged at the end of his eyes.He looked at the god tree that he had spawned with the celestial chakra, and said with emotion: "Fortunately, this time, your majesty came forward, and the power of faith was only one-fifth, so it was easy to press into the god tree. middle."

If he drilled into his body as hard as last time, Senshou Zhujian would have a headache.

Uchiha Madara put his hands in his sleeves, and the noble son in straight clothes looked in the direction of the ancestral temple.

With abnormal vision in the reincarnation eye state, Uchiha Madara could clearly see a reserved and proud smile on the face of the emperor who reached an agreement with him and achieved results even after a long distance.And the strands of golden light separated from the sunlight that gradually broke through the dark clouds and coiled around him like a guard.

Under the blessing of the power of faith, an emperor seems to be blessed by the gods. Ordinary ghosts dare not get close at all. Even if the big monster meets this one, tsk tsk, they will feel pain in their eyes just by looking at this dazzling light .Not to mention the bad consequences of really touching this one, the lawless monsters don't want to face it.

The power of faith really makes pragmatism exist that he still can't understand.

To be believed in by others is to be strong, to be forgotten is to be weak, how can there be such a bad thing.

Uchiha Madara disliked his face.

Yes, in Uchiha Madara's view, what a strong man should believe in is himself.The way he walks does not need to be understood, nor does it need to be understood.Obedient to him, he allows them to walk in his footsteps.Those who disobey him, as long as they don't get in the way, and he is not a murderer, just ignore them.

He walks on his own path, does not need the approval of others, does not need the praise of others, and does not care to become the belief of others.

Although he didn't care much about the so-called power of faith, but after taking a look at Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara remembered that three nights ago, Hashirama handed over the divine artifact [it] to himself, and gave it to him with a dazed expression. I told him about that strange girl, and the key point was that girl's ability to confine Chakra.

Uchiha Madara was sure that the person he met that night in Senshouzhujian was most likely a high-ranking god.The Chakra who can imprison the Thousand-Hand Pillar must at least be a deity above the third noble son.

Here comes the question.

The great god chatted with Qianshou Zhujian and then threw the artifact to Zhujian, all kinds of thoughts and fears in him.

Uchiha Madara's deep face, could it be because of the stupid face of Hashirama?

Personality charm or something is really a very tricky existence.

It is no less than an unreliable thing like the power of faith.

Leaning against the city wall, Uchiha Madara folded his arms around his chest, narrowed his dark purple reincarnation eyes slightly, and looked at Senjuzhujian.

There was a cold war between Senshou Bashira, feeling that Madara's gaze was somewhat dangerous for no reason.

It seemed that the next moment the fan of flames was going to cover his face.

Senshou Zhuma thought uncertainly.

"Between the pillars..."

There was some kind of magnetism in the deliberately lowered voice. Of course, Senjujuma didn't feel that deep.

Senju Zhuma obeyed his own feelings, raised his hand and scratched his ear.

Uchiha Madara: "......"

Fortunately, the reddish pinnae of Qianshou Zhujian made him feel that he hadn't winked at the blind man yet.

Uchiha Madara stretched out his hand to Senju Hashirama, and said, "Come here."

Senju Bashima walked in front of Uchiha Madara without knowing why, and then Uchiha Madara grabbed his face.

Uchiha Madara came over and stared carefully.

Qianshou Zhujian blinked, and the distance between their noses was only a palm away, so that he could not only feel the warm breath on his face, but also the pair of pure black pupils that gradually faded from purple.

Senshou Zhuma held his breath subconsciously, don't ask him why, because he doesn't know.

Perhaps because he was holding his breath, Senshou Bashirama's face began to flush red, and the heat in his ears became hotter and hotter.

Uchiha Madara narrowed his dazzlingly beautiful eyes slightly, and hummed, "Did the woman look good that night?"

Senju Bashima looked stupidly into Uchiha Madara's eyes, and murmured, "It's not as good as Madara."

Uchiha Madara snorted again, this answer was barely within the accepted range.Of course, if others dared to say that he was good-looking, they would definitely beat him to death.

Uchiha Madara grew from one side by holding his face, and directly turned his palm into fingers, pinching Senju Hashirama's face.Uchiha Madara didn't know what the emotion was churning in his heart at the moment, but this anxious feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Hey, I feel a little ashamed for no reason.

Uchiha Madara coughed, stared at Senju Hashirama's eyes seriously, not letting go of every fluctuating emotion in his eyes, and said viciously: "Don't expect me to be a good person."

What love and justice, don't talk so much with him.In his life before being bound by the system, he spent his whole life pursuing the so-called peace, but in the end he was wiped out by that bastard.But after binding the system and walking through so many worlds, he finally understood.

What peace, as long as everyone he cares about is fine, just die peacefully!

He is not a good person, and don't expect him to be a good person, let alone think that you can make him a good person. After staying for a few years without success, you will use some shabby reasons to stand against him.

Tsk, in these years, he has seen such people a lot.

Senju Bashima was slightly taken aback, he looked at Uchiha Madara's unusually serious eyes, suddenly smiled, and said: "Mara just needs to be himself. I know, Madara is a very gentle person."

"A good person and a bad person are defined by others. It is too tiring to live in the evaluation of others." Senju Bashima's expression was extremely gentle. Madara once walked through life and death alone. The most important thing is that he fooled death and stood on the top of the ninja world in an attempt to subvert the madness of the ninja world.But what he saw was that during countless nights, Madara was alone, walking alone on the road full of thorns, without any regrets.

Madara has lived beyond him, beyond the gate, everything he loves and what he hates have all died, leaving only memories and obsessions.

Such a life, just thinking about it in Senju Zhuma makes people feel crazy.

Keba came to the end.

If it wasn't for Hei Jue's betrayal at the last moment, he would have realized that dream of peace, even in the end, that dream would have been nothing but nothing.

Even if he understands that even if he has nothing in the end, Madara doesn't need others' pity.

But he feels sorry for him, this is the right of Senshou Zhujian.

Senju Bashirama no longer wants to be the Senju Bashirama of the Senju family or the first Hokage Senju Bashirama of Konoha.

What he wants to chase is right in front of his eyes.