Chapter 189: The opportunity to rub against Lei Zhenzi
Yang He had not yet confirmed it, but he saw that the haze like asphalt overflowed from everywhere, and several candlelights in the Taoist temple were extinguished.
The monk's crazy murmuring became extremely harsh.
Yang He glanced at the eye of his light, and his expression became stiff. He saw his huge face pressing against the window. It was Queen Jiang who turned into a Jiuyou Su Nu.
Click.
The upper and lower jaws were spread a few meters away, sweeping across the people in the house with a chilling gaze.
There was a muffled sound from Yang He Niwan Palace, and the orb that protected the soul yin weapon shattered, and the terrifying deterrent force from the murderous ghost came to his face.
"Confirm!"
The panel's handwriting is still, and the phantoms of four permanent characters are coming into view.
"Play the role of [Corpse Taoist Child]."
………
In the suburbs of Xiqi.
The surface of Jiulongjian Lake is clear and the continuous autumn rain brings cold wind, causing the fallen leaves to float away.
An old man was fishing on the shore, but the long pole he held was a straight hook, which seemed to have no intention of fishing, and let the thin line sway in the wind.
"Sir Jiang."
Twenty or thirty high-ranking officials stood behind the old man, silently speaking to each other.
The leader was Xibo Hou. Even though he was over 80 years old, he was still tall and as tall as a pine tree, and his eyebrows revealed a unique calmness.
"The world does not know the ambition of great wise men, but only works as an old fishing rock by the stream."
"Sir Jiang, I have been waiting for you for more than three days. I hope you can take action to suppress the disaster in Xiqi, otherwise The people are afraid of heavy casualties and injuries." Jiang Ziya did not respond, with an unpredictable smile on her face.
The Queen of Xibo looked at Xiqi worriedly and saw smoke and dust rising in the city, resentment almost soaring into the sky. The heavy dark clouds had not dissipated for more than ten days, and there was no sunshine.
After the Nuwa Festival more than ten years ago, evil spirits spread throughout the world.
At the beginning, evil spirits usually appear in lonely graves. Gradually, there are ghosts and monsters in the towns and villages. Now even the densely populated Xiqi has suffered disasters. In just two or three months, dozens of people have died unexpectedly. And die.
When the Xibo Hou heard that there was a saint disciple in Jiulongjian, he wanted to invite Jiang Ziya to take action to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, but the latter was reluctant to leave. "King Wu, I have met many talented people among the casual cultivators. I will rush them to Xiqi with rushing horses, which is worse than..."
The person who spoke was San Yisheng, who was a counselor under the clerk of the Marquis of Xibo.
He didn't believe that the old man in front of him was a disciple of a saint. Usually, immortals should not have the ability to keep their faces alive. Why is Jiang Ziya so old?
San Yisheng also noticed the frostbite in Jiang Ziya's palm, and the more he looked, the more he looked like ordinary people. "Cough cough cough."
Horse Xibo is not young. He stayed by the heavy humid lake for a long time and felt cold all over his body, but he still had to wait for a long time. .
"Sir Jiang, do you speak up if you are in the end!" Jiang Ziya didn't reply and was patient in fishing.
Bang.
Suddenly, a pile of graves on the bank of Jiulongjian suddenly trembled, scaring everyone to retreat, and the Queen of Xibo even rushed her blood.
"The time is ripe, the time is ripe."
Jiang Ziya stroked her beard and laughed, stirring the lake with a long pole.
"Mr. Xibo, I ask you, do you want to eradicate the disaster, or just suppress it for the time being?"
"Of course it is eradication."
Mr. Xibo pushed away and wanted to San Yisheng, who supported him, was not afraid at all, "Please let Jiang Taigong clearly tell you how to eradicate the disaster."
"The big merchants acted against each other, which made the Saint Nuwa dislike, and Chaoge never fell for a day, and the disaster in the world Then he doesn't stop for a day."
As soon as these words were spoken, the nobles and nobles had different expressions.
You should know that although there have always been voices among the people saying that the Great Shang Dynasty is about to perish, in terms of national strength, the Great Shang Dynasty is now at its peak.
Jiang Ziya's words are already disobedient, and they cannot listen to them.
The sharpness flashed in the eyes of the Marquis of Xibo. His ambition for years was obvious. Even if he was already an elderly person, why is the Lord of the World?
San Yisheng stopped talking and understood that Jiang Ziya was not a simple saint disciple.
Xibohou's eyes slowed down, "What if it's just suppressed for the time being?"
Jiang Ziya shook his long pole, forming a tornado with the lake water. He saw dense bubbles gushing out from it, and the yin energy became more and more intense.
Amid the shocked gaze of everyone, a large number of corpses were soaked in the lake.
Bang.
Bang bang.
Jiang Ziya smiled, took the initiative to put away the long pole, turned his head to stare at the grave, the surrounding grass and trees withered, and arms stretched out from the soil.
Yang He escaped from the tomb, and his body gradually disappeared.
Jiang Ziya introduced: "Don't be surprised by Xibohou. This corpse immortal is my junior nephew. Daoxing can rank among the best in Qianyuan Mountain. If he wants to eradicate the disaster, he will help, haha."
The wise and wise man of Xibo clasped his fists and said, "The wise and corpse immortal has seen him."
"Ji Fa?"
Yang He raised his eyebrows, shouldn’t Xibo Hou be Ji Chang? I remember that I had eaten my eldest son and passed it to Ji Fa only after defeating Zhou.
It seems that the plot of the allusion world has changed again.
San Yisheng wanted to speak but stopped, but saw Yang He stepping on the grave with force. The muffled sound came, and the raised soil bun became extremely flat. "Uncle Master, why do you have free time to fish?" Yang He couldn't help but complain that Chaoge had already gathered thirty-six armies, and at most he would send troops to the four princes in half a year. . "Hehe."
Jiang Ziya smiled and signaled Yang He to look at Xiqi City.
Yang He opened his eyes and swept the ghost, but saw a real resentment rising into the sky, even more spectacular than when the plague ghost was scattered.
He looked carefully and the resentment faintly turned into the shape of a towering tree.
The towering tree is made up of flesh and blood, flesh and bones, and the branches are covered with human heads and fruits, and it feels like evil spirits may be born at any time.
Yang He was secretly shocked. Such a strange phenomenon would arise in towns with a population of one million.
Without the barrier of yin and yang, the allusion world will sooner or later become a reversal of humans and ghosts, and the number of evil spirits exceeds the ordinary, which is destined to be in vain.
Yang He heard the conversation between Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa.
What eradicates the disaster? The destruction of the Great Shang Dynasty was useless. Even if the evil spirits still existed three thousand years later, they were barely divided.
Jiang Ziya asked, "Marty Xibo, is there something strange about your father after his death?"
"It's true."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Ji Fa said without any concealment: "My father Ji Chang died half a year ago, and his body disappeared the next day. If you think about it carefully, it seems that the disaster has occurred since then."
Although it is not the root cause, it is at least a disaster.
"This..."
San Yisheng looked at the surging lake water, and his scalp was numb. He wanted to speak but was stared at by Ji Fa. "Thank you for your actions." Ji Fa retreated a thousand meters away and called a carriage to leave.
Jiang Ziya nodded slightly, "Mr. Nephew, what do you think of Xibo Hou Jifa? Is he the candidate for the common ruler of the world?"
"I don't know."
Yang He said helplessly: "Uncle Master, we shouldn't have much time left, right? Don't delay Master Yuanshi's arrangements."
"I naturally know that Mr. Xibo is indeed kind and generous. Hehe, he was already there. He had already begun to accumulate strength seven years ago."
Jiang Ziya raised her head proudly, obviously having seen Ji Fa's reality.
Yang He did not want to participate in the cumbersome political affairs of Xiqi, so he said directly: "Uncle Master, where did you place Queen Jiang?"
"Three hundred miles east of the suburbs of the city, there is an abandoned Nuwa Temple. , I will hand over Queen Jiang to your junior brother Qingfeng, and it should arrive in a few days."
"Okay."
Yang He took out the copper coin sword and immediately planned to escape and search for Nuwa Temple.
I must make arrangements before Queen Jiang becomes Jiuyou Su Nu. If it can affect the main world, there may be great potential.
"Wait." Jiang Ziya hurriedly said, "You aren't you curious about this lake?" Yang He stared at him for a few breaths, and suddenly felt that it was a bit similar to Qinghu, just When Gui Fu was in the time of the Qinghu where Taiyi Zhenren reshaped Nezha's body. "Uncle Master, are you planning to raise ghosts?" "It's not considered raising ghosts." Jiang Ziya explained in a deep voice: "Xiqi's resentment comes from Ji Chang, I'll do it. In one hexagram, Ji Chang had hundreds of sons in his destiny, and he gave birth to ninety-nine sons. If the 100th son does not come out, his resentment will not dissipate."
"Baizi?"
Yang He's eyes twitched, and it seems that this setting does exist in the original work.
Ji Chang has ninety-nine sons, including his daughter, probably two or three hundred, and they are all biological, and they are big stallions in human form.
"I have already sent a message to contact your master Taiyi Zhenren. He will not interfere, but let Nezha come with the method of raising ghosts in the pool water."
Jiang Ziya was a little regretful, Yuanshi When the Heavenly Lord handed him over the List of Gods, the twelve Golden Immortals spoke extremely supportively, but Xiqi faced thirty-six armies, but none of them were willing to end up in person.
Yang He was thinking about something, and there was a name in his heart that was about to come out.
Jiang Ziya murmured: "Yang Jian, the disciple of Senior Brother Yuding, will also come to Xiqi together. The other three generations of disciples may be waiting and watching, but it is enough to have your help!!"
" The resentment in the lake has not dissipated, and this has given birth to the 100th son of Ji Chang that was not born, which should be able to add one or two percent to the guarantee."
"Lei Zhenzi!!"
Yang He There was a movement in his eyes. In the original work, Ji Changshou's godson was Lei Zhenzi. His face looked like indigo, his hair was like cinnabar, his fangs were growing horizontally, and his two feet of body had wind and thunder wings on his back.
The image is Thunder God, and in the end it seems to become the true god of the Thunder tribe in the Heavenly Court.
"If it was Lei Zhenzi, could he replace it?"
"But in this way, because I cannot play two roles at the same time, it will undoubtedly affect Xiqi's strength and is difficult to do. "
Yang He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle Master, will Junior Brother Long Beard Tiger come to Xiqi too?"
"Oh." "
" >
Jiang Ziya shook her head and said, "The dragon beard and tiger sleep for many years, and can only wait for him to wake up naturally." "Uncle Master, it's too much to raise ghosts with Xiqi's resentment. It's better to place your junior brother's dragon body in the water temperature of the pool. "
"It makes sense, but you should consider it carefully."
Jiang Ziya holds the seal in her palm and passes on her thoughts, "Since Nezha will help Xiqi, I'd better ask your senior brother to escort him by the way Let's go."
"Hehe."
Lei Zhenzi is the reincarnation of Tianlei, and the third prince can take advantage of the opportunity.
The true dragon is born to focus on thunder. The dragon turns into a dragon and requires the thunder tribulation to train the body. If there is heavenly thunder, the physical body will be tempered, and the immortal body will have a chance to go further.
Yang He said goodbye to Jiang Ziya and headed straight to Nuwa Temple three hundred miles away.
(This chapter ends)