The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1975 Sitting firmly in the palace

"Okay, let's take over the Dragon Palace first." Negi Yue said helplessly.

Fang Yun strolled forward, walked around the Wanjiaotu screen wall, and arrived at the main hall.

The water ripples in the main hall.

The main hall looks small from the outside, but once you enter, it seems to be as big as a city.

This hall is full of dragon style, magnificent and shining. It is a divine object that has never been seen before in the world. It can only pave the floor here.

The twelve dragon pillars in the main hall stand tall. Each pillar is an image of an ancient demon and half-saint, as if a real half-saint has been poured into it.

Each pillar seems to be able to support a realm of water.

On both sides of the pillar are two pictures of the roaring ocean.

In front of the ocean map, there are groups of aquatic puppets sealed by powerful forces. Between the puppets, there are rows of weapon racks, including three-foot-tall shrimp claws, one-hundred-foot-long anchors, and strange chains. , to name a few.

The top of the main hall is surrounded by beautiful patterns, and directly above is a crystal-clear roof. It's a pity that the water above has been drained out, so you can't see the beautiful scenery in the water.

In the deepest part of the main hall, there is a golden wool blanket, which is more than a mile long and wide. Behind the blanket is an ordinary wall dotted with some decorations.

The Jiao Sage does not sit on the dragon chair, but lies on the golden wool.

Fang Yun scanned this place one by one. Whether it was the ancient demon pillars, the sea territory maps on both sides, the roof crystals or the golden wool blanket, they were all holy treasures!

The ancient demon pillar can summon twelve ancient demons. The two sea maps seal the two oceans. The crystal on the roof can continuously absorb power from the starlight of all realms. The golden wool blanket has powerful protective power.

However, these treasures are integrated with the Xunhai Palace. Unless the Jiao Saint comes in person, the power of these treasures cannot be stimulated at all.

Fang Yun's Water Throne accelerated at full speed and soon reached the center of the golden wool blanket, while the others stopped at the edge of the golden wool blanket.

This golden wool blanket, which is more than one mile long and wide, is equivalent to the dragon chair of Jiao Sheng. Fang Yun stands alone in the center, which is really a bit incongruous.

Fang Yun thought, and the Water Throne froze and grew larger, condensing into a screen made of ice behind him. He sat on the throne, so that the golden wool blanket was no longer empty.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, breathed slowly, and then spit out a dragon language from his mouth.

The entire patrol hall shook slightly, and everyone shook slightly.

The power that originally separated the Yangtze River and the East China Sea disappeared, and the water on both sides of the Jiao Sheng Palace poured downward, filling the separated place.

The rumbling sound continued, but within a few breaths, the entire Dragon Palace was once again submerged by the river water.

Calm has returned to the Yangtze River estuary.

In the main hall, Fang Yun had closed his eyes, but he exuded an unprecedented aura, as majestic and continuous as the Yangtze River, with the spirit of eternity; and as vast and boundless as the sea, the lord of all rivers, king. One realm.

All the water tribes were lying on the ground, shivering.

Ao Huang and Negi Yue also lowered their heads slightly.

Fang Yun took a long breath, and countless scenes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

On a wooden boat in the Huzhou River, the wooden boat suddenly shook. A woman let go of her hand, and the child in her arms fell on the side of the boat and rolled into the water.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't even know how to save her daughter.

After a breath, she shouted.

"Help! My daughter fell into the water..."

Only then did the boatman and others on the boat find out, looking for the baby.

Suddenly, the river water rose beside the boat, and a stream of water lifted the child up, slowly sending the child to the boat.

The child opened his big bright eyes, with a curious smile on his face, and was not frightened.

Women held their children and cried.

The old boatman hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards the East China Sea.

"It's the Lord of the Yangtze River who has appeared. Kneel down and kowtow to the Lord of the Yangtze River!"

The woman hurriedly held her daughter and kowtowed toward the mouth of the Yangtze River. Others on the boat immediately knelt on the ground.

After a few breaths, everyone on the boat looked confused, but they were still mumbling something.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Wenxing Longjue..."

On a fishing boat outside Baling City, a dark-skinned middle-aged fisherman knelt on the bow of the boat, facing the direction of Jiao Holy Palace, and prayed softly.

"The common man is neither civilized nor martial. He only makes a living by fishing. He originally had a small amount of savings, but his mother is seriously ill and cannot make ends meet. He also owes more than ten taels of foreign debt. The common man begs His Majesty Jiao Sheng to have mercy and allow the common man to fight. I won’t spend the money from the sale of these big fishes, they will all be used to treat my mother. Please have mercy on me, Lord Jiao! Please have mercy on me, Lord Jiao…”

The middle-aged fisherman kowtowed desperately, causing the ship's plank to clang and blood to pour from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and refused to complain of pain.

Suddenly, the river water around the boat boiled. The middle-aged fisherman was shocked. He looked up and saw an unforgettable scene.

One after another, big fish of different colors jumped out of the water and jumped onto the boat. The fish opened and closed their mouths without struggling to escape.

Within a few seconds, the entire boat sank a foot, and the boat was filled with live fish, half of which were rare species in the river. Each fish was often worth more than one tael of silver.

The strong middle-aged fisherman burst into tears and cried like a baby. After crying for a long time, he once again paid homage in the direction of the East China Sea.

"Thank you Grandpa Jiao Sheng! Thank you...Thank you Lord Longjue Wenxing! Thank you Lord Longjue Wenxing..." After a moment of confusion, the middle-aged fisherman naturally shouted out the title of the real Lord of the Yangtze River.

It was July, and many places in Jiangzhou were suffering from drought.

In Baixi County, the county magistrate, the county magistrate and the chief registrar were sitting together, frowning.

"It's almost August. If it doesn't rain yet, the county's rice harvest may be less than 70% of last year's."

"I don't think it's even 50%. Ever since Fang Xusheng angered Jiao Sheng last year, there have been rumors among the Yangtze River water demons that they want to bring trouble to Jiangzhou and Xiangzhou. In the beginning of this spring, Fang Xusheng went to the Shihan Ancient Land. After that, Jiao Sheng The palace has been secretly causing uneven rainfall in various places. The Dongting Jiao King in Xiangzhou can’t take care of it.”

"Yes, even if we pray for rain many times, it will only provide a slight relief, which is of no use to the overall situation. This time Fang Xusheng has been back for a few days and is busy with work, and he can't care about the drought in our counties. After all, Fang Xusheng is only a two-year-old in name only. The governor of the state usually only cares about Xiangzhou and does not interfere in the government affairs of Jiangzhou too often. "

"Wait another three days. If it still doesn't work, ask Zhou Mu to go to Fang Xusheng for help. By the way, where are Xusheng and Jiaosheng Palace at the top of the list?"

"Fang Xusheng has already broken into the Jiao Holy Palace, and we don't know whether it will succeed or not. But at present, it seems that both sides are likely to take a step back. After all, it is the Jiao Holy Palace, and Fang Xusheng should have just fired a feint, to vent his anger and gain some gains. Some benefits.”

"Sigh... Let's wait and see when the final results come out... Huh? Is it raining?" Magistrate Pan finished speaking and walked out of the house quickly.

The three of them looked at the rain falling from the sky, showing joy.

Magistrate Pan looked puzzled, then held the official seal to connect to the holy temple, looked around, and found that only places with water shortages in Jiangzhou received rainfall, and there was not a drop of rain in places without water shortages.

"That's not right. The power of this rainfall obviously comes from the Yangtze River, which also comes from the Jiao Sheng Palace. Why is the Jiao Sheng Palace helping us with the rain while the war is still going on?"

Zhou Xiancheng said: "For now, let's not worry about it. Go to Jiao Sheng Temple to pay homage to express our gratitude."

"Walk!"

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