[Honghuang] Recruiting demon flags

King Zhou laughed.

Aren't he and his Sumerians getting married in the end?It was an auspicious omen for the goddess to fall into the dream, and it was his favor for the Sumerians.

His Sumerian is the pearl bestowed on him by God.

After being flattered by the beauty, King Zhou was in a very good mood, Daji took advantage of the situation and got out of his arms, and bowed gracefully, "Your Majesty, my concubine has one more request."

As she bowed down, she spread out her white palace dress, and the glass earrings swayed gently.

King Zhou was still sitting, condescendingly looking down, only to think that the Sumerians were very beautiful after wearing this peach blossom, like a delicate white peony blooming peacefully and dignifiedly at his feet.

King Zhou drank the tea in his cup, and waved his hand boldly, saying: "Why should beauties stick to these common etiquettes? There is no reason for a beauty to ask for it. Even if a beauty wants the moon in the sky, I will take it off and share it with you." you."

Daji's plan was accomplished, and her smile became more soft and pure, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Oh, the beauty is born now." King Zhou lifted her up with his own hands, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her for a while, then remembered what he said earlier, and asked, "What did the beauty just mention to the king?" ?”

Daji leaned lazily on him, as if she was really tired.

She said softly: "Going back to the king, my concubine heard that Prime Minister Shang resigned from his post and will leave Beijing tomorrow, and all officials will go to Changting to see him off. I think, after all, Prime Minister Shang is worried about the country and has worked for the king for many years." However, the king is so honorable that he can't drive out of the city to see him off in person, if the king doesn't care about it, he will go through this experience on behalf of the king, how about it?"

King Zhou agreed to Shang Rong's resignation that day, but he still thought of the prime minister's kindness in his heart. What's more, Daji's words were very reasonable, so he didn't think much about it, and said: "That's naturally good, the beauty is really a good concubine, and she will do things for the widow. Share your worries."

Daji smiled softly, "That's the duty of a concubine."

King Zhou went to untie her clothes, and said with a joke: "I have a worry now, can the beauty share a point for the widow?"

……

As usual, Daji cast illusions when King Zhou was in a state of infatuation—revealing reality requires a very high level of morality, which she doesn't know yet; but King Zhou never cared about which woman he was happy with from the bottom of his heart. Just caring about her own enjoyment, Daji is not worried that the illusion will be seen through by him.

She got up and walked away, leaving King Zhou alone on the bed, gnawing on the quilt.

It was now night, and the palace was lit with lamps.

Farther away, in Chaoge City, every household has also lit their lamps, only the sky is still pale with the setting sun.

Daji stood by the window, gradually lost in thought.

Among today's courtiers, there are quite a few loyal people, but most of them are like Grand Master Du, who only know death advice and have no flexibility. Shang Rong is a rare smart person among them.She still remembered that day when Shangrong resigned, the whole room was silent, and he was the only one dressed in white.

Regardless of whether Shang Rong intends to concentrate on assisting the prince, or coercing the emperor to make the princes, and become a regent with power over the court, if it is really done for him, the Shang Dynasty will definitely be revived.

But Shang Rong's name has already been included in the list of gods.

Daji found herself shaken.

On the list of gods, Shang Rong must die.

Shang Rong exhausted all his energy and effort to become Tang Tiantian, and came up with a trick, abandoning King Zhou and supporting the prince - even Daji thought he was successful, but could it be that because of the so-called exhaustion and the so-called mortal situation, Shang Rong Are all the many things you are doing now in vain?

She couldn't figure it out, but she felt sad when the rabbit died and the fox died.

Daji has never been a character waiting to be killed. King Zhou is Shang, and the crown prince Yin Jiao is also Shang. Empress Nuwa made her fall into soup, but it didn't say that King Zhou must sit on the throne.

So what if destiny is fixed?

She wanted to try to see if the road drawn out by Shang Rong could be followed.

At least, the prince will not be as disregarding of human relations as King Zhou. As the concubine of King Zhou, she also has the merits of following the dragon. After the prince ascends the throne, he will only respect her more.

She happens to be able to be pure and serve Nuwa Empress wholeheartedly.

Daji stood by the window, glanced at King Zhou on the bed again, and thought maliciously, such a good opportunity, the opportunity to overthrow the dragon chair you were sitting on, was given to me by you yourself.

……

……

Wa Palace.

When Daji asked King Zhou to see Shang Rong off, Nuwa saw it through the water mirror.

What I saw together was Bixia who came to report.

He glanced at the water mirror, a little hesitant, he didn't know whether he should ask a question or not - he knew that the empress had sent a fox to wreak havoc on the court, but seeing the fox's actions, it was obvious that he had other plans in mind.

With her back to him, Nuwa stood quietly at the table writing.

The empress had no intention of pursuing it, so Bixia had no choice but to put the fox in the water mirror aside, and said according to the rules: "Empress, the sage Fuxi is here."

The pen in Nuwa's hand paused.

Bixia had expected this scene earlier, so she only sighed in her heart.

Everyone in the world knows that the sage Fuxi and the Empress Nuwa are brothers and sisters, and they have glimpsed the Dao together, but it's a pity...

Nuwa turned her head and asked Bixia, "Where is the saint now?"

"Waiting for the empress in the Wan Yao Temple."

Nuwa put down her pen, "Please wait for a moment, I will come when I change clothes."

……

When Bixia saw Nuwa again in the Wanyao Palace, the empress was not wearing the usual five-color dress, but a very luxurious black robe, majestic and majestic, with mountains, rivers as patterns, and sun and moon as patterns. The stars are decorations.

The silver candles were burning brightly in the Wan Yao Temple, and Fuxi was standing in the hall, pacing back and forth, as if lost in thought.

Seeing her appear, Fuxi raised his head and smiled.

Nuwa was always indifferent to emotions, but when she saw Fuxi, her expression softened a little, and she said slowly, "The sage hasn't come for many years."

Bixia served tea, bowed and retreated tactfully—before leaving the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, he took one last look at Fuxi: the sage Fuxi still had a very handsome appearance, wearing a simple white robe, with an outstanding demeanor, but he was like his empress. Nothing like it.

Nuwa asked Fuxi to take a seat, straightened her sleeves, and sat back in the seat of Chenxiang.

She asked, "The saint is here, what is the purpose?"

Fu Xi took a sip of tea, smiled lightly and said, "I was practicing in the Huoyun Cave, but suddenly my mood was disturbed, and I felt that my mother had a hexagram a few days ago, and she was able to fight against the secret, so I came to ask the truth. "

The main hall is majestic, and the white jade in the hall is cold and empty, only the two of them seem extraordinarily cold.Every few steps in the hall, there are vermilion lacquered pillars, and curtains hang down from them, fluttering and swaying, covering Fuxi's tea drinking face faintly, adding a bit of immortality out of thin air.

Nvwa smiled slightly, "Sage skills are nothing compared to the sage's way of Hetu and Luoshu. The sage laughed."

But Fuxi put down the teacup, subconsciously leaned forward, stared at her, and said: "The secrets of heaven are unpredictable, if your mother has any difficulties, I would like to make this divination for your mother."

Nuwa just smiled again when she heard this, and was ready to refuse.

The cause and effect among saints cannot be easily owed, let alone divination, which involves fate.

But then she thought, no matter how estranged she and Fuxi are now, after all, there is still a brother and sister status, and they were indeed brothers and sisters who depended on each other for life and death back then...

Thinking of this, he could no longer say the words of refusal, and only said: "Then thank you saint."

Fu Xi smiled, and took out the tortoise shell from his sleeve, but he was not in a hurry to make a divination, but looked at Nvwa, and said: "Although Zhaoyao Banner recognizes the owner, the lady is not a demon clan after all. If the lady wants to, I have a way to break it." This magic weapon makes the demon banner return to the ownerless thing, and from then on, the fate of the demon clan has nothing to do with the empress."

Nuwa suddenly raised her eyes.

She was still sitting upright, but at that moment, the demon-calling banner behind Chen Xiangzuo suddenly unfolded, and a majestic aura swept over. The power of great merit and virtue has come to the Hall of Ten Thousand Monsters.

In the Hall of Thousand Monsters, behind the fluttering curtain, Fuxi in white robe held the tortoise shell in his hand, and looked at Nuwa quietly, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The coercion of the saint only lasted for a very short time.

Nuwa has such a cultivation level, she has a firm heart, and when she realized that she had lost her composure, she quickly calmed down.

The hall returned to calm, and there was no trace of Cai Cai's power, as if it had never appeared before.

Nuwa smiled slightly, and was about to deal with it with the words of the scene, but the elder brother was different after all, after she smiled, she couldn't laugh anymore, and finally she only sighed, and said: "The catastrophe is coming, you also know it? "

Since recruiting the demon flag to recognize her master, her luck is connected with the luck of the monster clan.The demon cultivates roots and works on missions. She personally writes exercises for all ethnic groups, and even every hundred years, she will shake the demon banner to summon all demons to the Wa Palace, teach them Taoism, and remind them to practice the way of life; During the period, there were many tribes, and anyone who had a dispute would go to the Wa Palace and ask her to decide.

until now.

Fuxi said: "Under the way of heaven, no one knows."

Nu Wa said nothing.

Holding the tortoise shell, Fu Xi said again: "The demon clan is declining, why does the empress bear this fate? All things have their own rise and fall, but the empress is an immortal body, why bother to bind herself in a cocoon?"

Nuwa didn't answer, just lowered her head, leaned on the seat of Chenxiang, resting her forehead.

After a long while, she said, "Sage, please make a hexagram."

— That is to say, there is no need to mention the fate of the monster clan.

Fuxi sighed inwardly.

Nuwa insisted on insisting, but he couldn't say much, so he had to restrain his mind and use the tortoise shell to form a hexagram.

The Ten Thousand Monsters Hall was silent for a long time, only the curtains were fluttering, the silver candles were flickering, casting swaying shadows on the white jade stone steps.

Until the hexagram was about to be completed, Fuxi stared at the tortoise shell and then turned to Nuwa.

He frowned, as if he was thinking about something incomprehensible, and after a long while, he finally asked: "Your Majesty, you have another person's luck wrapped around you, do you know?"

Nuwa was startled, put down her hand resting on her forehead, and raised her head from the incense seat.

She is a saint, how can she be easily entangled by other people's luck, not to mention that although she is not as good as her elder brother Fuxi, she is also proficient in divination. If she is entangled with other people's luck, why can't she detect it herself?

Nuwa thought so, and said: "I really don't know, and I ask the saint to clarify."

Fuxi's expression was solemn, and when he heard Nuwa's question, he was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about it, and after he had decided on his words, he said, "Your Majesty... recently, who did you meet?"

He spoke vaguely, and Nu Wa was puzzled, "Human?"

"Exactly. But who is there who loves and adores the empress...to the empress with all her heart?"

Nuwa immediately thought of Daji.

She remembered that Daji had told her that she was the only one in his heart, and that if he could get along with her, he would die with no regrets—that was not a dead word that was easily said, Nuwa thought, the day when Daji pulled out the gold hairpin to assassinate King Zhou. From that moment on, she understood that the fox said he was willing to die for her, and it was true.

She was in a daze.

In the Temple of Ten Thousand Monsters, Fuxi said quietly: "She must love your empress very much."

Being both saints and being brothers and sisters, Nuwa's Dao heart was shaken, and Fuxi immediately sensed it, and even deduced the other end of the fate, who is the one who loves the empress so much.

After all, Nuwa's cultivation is advanced, and after a moment of trance, she quickly restrained her thoughts, and her Taoist heart returned to calm, ruthless, desireless, and desireless.

She smiled lightly, and said: "It should be. It's just that I still don't know one thing, this fox, she loves me, and what is the relationship between the fate of me and me?"

Fu Xi said: "Your Majesty is revered as a saint, and under the Dao of Heaven, she has a world of her own. For an ordinary monk, let alone letting her get entangled in his luck, even if she wants to share her luck, it is impossible."

"This is where I get confused."

"There is aura scattered between the heaven and the earth. If the living beings here want to prove the Dao, below the realm of saints, they rely on breathing in the aura of heaven and earth; In the ultimate state. Your empress should know about this."

"It's natural."

"But if a person loves you deeply and can give up everything for you, even disregarding his own life, his heart is sincere, even though his cultivation base is low and his Taoism is chaotic, in terms of this thought, he has reached the peak ..."

There was silence in Wan Yao Hall, only the fragrance of tea was lingering, and the curtains fluttered, obscuring Fuxi's handsome face.

He spoke slowly, and finished the second half of the sentence.

"With this kind of mind, the way of heaven will also sharpen its edge. Even if it is the difference between clouds and mud, the love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened. Her spirit can also surround you and protect you safe and happy."