An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 178 Is That God Lord?
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The fiery red fishing boat soars in the sky, the distance is getting farther and farther, it is getting smaller and smaller, and gradually disappears into the sky.

Turning his head, Wei Shengyan looked at Yin Xiao and Yin Zhuang who bowed their heads, their eyes moved slightly, "You two, Your Majesty has already returned to the capital, shouldn't we also go back to Pingting?"

Yin Xiao looked at the humble 'captain' and didn't notice anything unusual. Except for the captain's escape in the thunderstorm that made him a little angry, there was no other place to offend him. He nodded slightly and said: "Let's release the crystal , By the way, your Weisheng family should have fishing boats nearby, right?"

Weishengyan nodded and smiled slightly, and said: "Of course there are. The Weisheng family's industry is spread all over Suchuan, and there are also branches in the city closest to Yulin Valley. They will naturally be the first when they see my Weisheng family's Xuanjing. Time to pick us up."

Sweeping his eyes over the two sisters, he deepened the impatient marks on Yin Zhuang's face, Wei Shengyan unhurriedly took out the hanging crystal from his bosom, gently pulled the lead wire, and a moment later a brilliant firework shot straight into the sky, Blooming beautiful clouds, embellished with the word Weisheng, will last for a long time.

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In the distance, on a fishing boat heading to Zhaodu.

A young man, a girl, an old man, three people of different identities stood on the deck of the ship, looking at the hanging crystals that were much brighter than fireworks in the distance.

Linglong leaned her hands on the railing, smiled after seeing the fireworks, raised her face slightly after a while, and murmured to Lu Ming: "Tell me, why did you say that sister Yinzhuang awakened the power of the Yin family last night?" , and then only half of it?"

Based on Linglong's understanding of Lu Ming, he doesn't think that Lu Ming is really a sleepy person. There must be a deep meaning in it, but she hasn't figured it out yet.

But she didn't like to think about things she couldn't understand, so she just asked him.

Stretching out his hand, he habitually pinched the baby's fat little face. Lu Ming didn't dare to use force, sniffled his nose, and said with a little air, "I don't have clairvoyant eyes, so how could I know that the silver makeup has finally awakened?" Yin's power of judgment is nonexistent."

"then you?"

"Of course it's made up, it's all for the captain's sake."

Lu Ming looked at the huge word Weisheng, and explained: "For a person like him, I don't believe that a fake poison can control him. He is so deep in the city, and he can put his face down. This is not human at all. controlling."

"This kind of person is like a mental illness. You have to go along with it and go against it. One slap and one sweet date."

"It doesn't matter whether Yin Zhuang has awakened the power of Yin's judgment. The important thing is that Wei Shengyan will be more careful about them after I say something. I told him this news out of emotion and reason. , he has to take my side on the surface.

The Marquis of Pingjiang also had to lean back a little. "

The girl listened quietly, and after a while, she felt that she had grasped the point. When she looked up, she looked at the young man in shock: "You even gave the poison fake?"

"fake!"

Linglong pinched Lu Ming's face and said viciously: "How can you be so hurtful? Not a word of what you said is true, so how can I trust you in the future?!"

Reaching out his hand disdainfully to push away the fierce girl who was trying so hard to pretend, Lu Ming touched his forehead, smoothed his hair, looked up at the sky, coughed softly, and said, "Do you understand what a king is?"

"It's called, moody, I want the shrimps below to figure out my temper, okay?!"

"Hey, you're still smug." Linglong refused to accept this trick, and was about to kick him, "You are obviously acting crazy, and you are still playing tricks!"

"Tear! Where did you learn the word neuropathy?"

"Don't worry about it, you are sick anyway!"

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Changing into a Taoist robe, combing his hair and arranging his crown, Fo Zhuan finally looked like a disciple of Tianqimen.

"My lord, at such an age and so wise, Suchuan's prosperity is just around the corner."

Fo Zhuan looked at the young Jun Shang, cupped his hands slightly, with a smile on his face.

Looking back, Linglong looked at the old Taoist priest who was much neater, rolled her eyes rather speechlessly, and muttered in a low voice: "I really have no vision. This is obviously a person with a brain problem, but you can even call him wisdom."

"What do you know?"

He raised his head and was about to tap the girl's forehead, but she cleverly dodged it and threatened her with wide eyes. Lu Ming didn't care, looked at Fozhuan and said with a smile: "I just like loyal and good generals like Master Fozhuan. If there were two more people like Master Fozhuan in Suchuan, would my royal family still be weakened to this point?"

"This condition is getting more and more serious." Linglong sighed, turned her head and walked away, "With a king like you, the revival of your royal family will be called a ghost."

Lu Ming completely pretended that he didn't hear the girl's nagging.

Fo Zhuan laughed dryly, looked at the young Junshang, smiled slightly, and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, Suchuan is your Suchuan, and you should take responsibility for everything, so that you can see the light through the clouds."

"As courtiers, we can only do small things. Your majesty's confidence is the key to victory, and Suchuan can restore the previous unified situation."

The words of admonition, like an old man's, have somewhat of a warning meaning.

Old and weathered people have white sideburns, even if they are reminded and warned, they do not appear arrogant or impetuous, and their speech is calm and orderly, more like an objective reminder, and they don't care whether it is useful or not.

Lu Ming looked up and down at the Buddha seal wearing a Taoist robe, his cloudy eyes slightly overlapped with a figure in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing: "As expected of a disciple of Tianqimen, even if you are an abandoned disciple, you make sense Come on, don't hide from the high priest."

"But compared to him, you seem to be more calm, and you have seen more things than your master."

A skinny old man with white beard and wearing a gray Taoist robe appeared in his mind, and Lu Ming chuckled: "The old man must have knelt on the ground, hugged my thigh, said some pitiful words, and then told me to work hard. Category."

Tianqimen is in charge of sacrifice and belief.

In Suchuan mainland, there are no Sanqing, and there are no gods and Buddhas. The only belief is the god. Tianqimen is a sect dedicated to worshiping the god, and often replaces the god to give grace. It is regarded as the state religion of Suchuan.

There are branches in various parts of the mainland. The common people go to Tianqimen to seek children, marriage, divination, etc., and even the emperor's succession etiquette is presided over by Tianqimen.

The former master of Fozhuan is also the current head of Tianqimen, the high priest of Wangcheng, the one who told Lu Ming Zhihuo that there is a sign of a god.

Lu Ming didn't think he was particularly interested in this person, but he was from his own side after all, and he didn't intend to speak ill of the high priest in front of Fozhuan. Not holding a grudge.

Fo Zhuan also had the image of his mentor in his mind, he sighed softly, and said: "It's been many years since I returned to Zhaodu again, and I don't know if Master, the old man, can still recognize me, and I don't know how Qimen is now. How is the development, Feitian, she..."

There are many rumors about the love affair between Fu Zhuan and Feitian. Lu Ming recalled the personal style of Feitian and the high priest. After a little analysis and supplementation, he has already guessed more than half of it.

The old antique high priest with a staid personality treats the talented and intelligent lover as the head of the next generation, but who knows that the lover broke the love precept and fell in love with the patriarch of the Yueling clan, who is also an important minister of the emperor.

Maybe it was because of Old Antique's loyalty to the royal family, or because he instinctively looked down upon the Yueling Clan, a race that was a slave in ancient times, and Old Antique blocked the two people who were in love with each other.

So Fo Zhuan, who was caught between his teacher and his lover, chose to leave alone, and came to the desolate Yulin Valley, looking at the abyss, it seemed like years.

As for Zhaodu, the patriarch of the Yueling Clan also held more grudges against Tianqimen. As the young emperor continued to delegate power, the suppression of Tianqimen became more and more obvious.

There is even a matter of power involved.

Rubbing his dizzy and swollen forehead, Lu Ming patted Fo Zhuan's arm, "It's useless to think so much, no matter what, when we arrive at Zhaodu, all thoughts will be released after meeting."

"However, what I'm more curious about is that you have lived in Fish Scale Valley for the past five years. Did you only study the characteristics of the beast inside?"

After a pause, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully: "Or, what did you want to do when you first went to Fish Scale Valley?"

Known as the most talented descendant of Tianqimen, the high priest prevented the next generation of successors from cultivating the Buddhist seals to be treated. In the past five years, he discovered the habits of some fierce beasts.

A person, an ox cart, and a handful of scale powder seem a bit too simple, or the simplicity conceals some facts that Lu Ming does not know.

Fo Zhuan smiled veiledly, and gained a new understanding of the directness of this emperor. Does he like to hide things? He threatens when he should threaten, and asks questions if he has questions. Maybe if he doesn't answer honestly, the name of this heretic No. Will be with myself forever.

Even saying that you can't go back to Zhaodu?

For a while, Fo Zhuan thought a lot, pondered for a moment, and under the leisurely gaze of the young gentleman, reached out and wrote the words Tianqimen on the template, and said:
"Although I was expelled from the school by my mentor, I am a disciple of Tianqimen after all. I was born in Tianqimen, and the knowledge and concepts I learned since childhood were also taught by Tianqimen."

"Tianqimen has existed since ancient times, even as long as the royal family. The rules and ancestral precepts in the sect tell us that Tianqimen is the place where the will of the gods is conveyed. The duty is to spread blessings, eliminate diseases, and bestow happiness... "

"Whether it's Tianqimen, the royal family, or other unofficial folk histories, there are records in the same aspect in different description directions. The gods represent life and create all things, while the return of the abyss represents death, and the return of all things to the ruins means the end of everything. "

Lu Ming somewhat understood the meaning of the Buddha seal. This once young Tianqimen talent, it seems that he left Zhaodu not only because of his love affair with Feitian, after all, he really wanted to hide from someone. From north to south, wandering around Suchuan, you can live a comfortable life.

But he chose to do something similar to an ascetic monk, staying by the abyss for years, studying Guixu, and studying those mutated beasts.

Emotions, this great talent has some problems with his philosophy.

"So, you are studying... the power of the Divine Lord."

Fo Zhuan lowered his head slightly, neither humble nor overbearing, "Yes, the God Lord has disappeared for 500 years, Suchuan has also been in chaos for 500 years, princes have risen, wantonly expanding their fiefdoms, and the chaos has become more and more obvious."

Fozhuan said in a deep voice: "Suchuan needs a wise lord to turn the situation around, but more importantly, it needs the power of a god to smooth out the turmoil. Only in this way can we truly regain the hearts of the people and return to peace."

Lu Ming looked at the Taoist priest with a serious expression, his cloudy eyes were full of wind and frost, and his skin-worn cheeks were full of perseverance, he couldn't help asking:

"Do you think I will believe you?"

"Your Majesty will believe it."

"Oh?"

Buddha Zhuan looked in the direction of the imperial capital and said: "No matter how chaotic Suchuan is, no matter how much the feudal lords fight, they don't follow the ancient laws and regulations, but there will always be a piece of pure land for the king."

"The edict is always your Majesty's!"

Chaodu is the capital of the king, and there are Yueling clan, Tianqimen, and the guardian of the blood, the three most recognized forces that are most loyal to defending the royal family.

Although there were frictions and suppression, they were always firmly by the king's side. The Yueling tribe was restored from slavery to the same status as the human race by the border lords, and everything came from the king.

Tianqimen serves the gods and is in charge of the sacrifices, but the gods are no longer there, and when the king is no longer king, who can he sacrifice to?

The Divine Blood Iron Guard is the personal guard of the royal family in the past dynasties, and served as the personal guard of King Ze for 500 consecutive years before the Yueling Clan came.

Although there is friction among the three, no one will give up on the king. After all, no new king will believe that a guard force that has been devoutly enshrined for 500 years will suddenly turn against him.

Unless, they were not a force loyal to the royal family.

The thin old man with white beard appeared in his mind again. Lu Ming suppressed his thoughts, looked at the Buddha seal with a mysterious smile, and asked, "Have you found anything from the study of the god?"

Fozhuan shook his head and said, "No, but I found that the Pillar of Bisheng was lit."

Lu Ming patted him on the shoulder, motioned him to shift his gaze, and looked at the room on the deck. The girl in the fiery red dress frowned and was thinking about something. During her meditation, she noticed that someone was looking at her. Looking up and seeing the gazes of the two, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He stood up and looked at his whole body carefully, as if he wanted to find out what was wrong with him.

It was the first time for a girl from Zhihuo clan to go to Zhaodu, the royal capital of Suchuan, with a mysterious identity. Is there something wrong?

Linglong thought for a while, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it, so her expression returned to normal again, and she hummed softly, pretending not to see the two of them.

Lu Ming walked over, looked at the girl up and down, and when she was so watched that she almost couldn't help hitting someone, he said with a smile: "The god master is the most noble existence in Suchuan, how can he always wear a suit? Woolen cloth."

Linglong looked at Lu Ming and blinked, "What do you mean? Are you laughing at me?"

"I have a new set of clothes for you, do you want to?"

"……want!"

Fo Zhuan was standing on the deck, and a breeze blew by, bringing a little bit of coolness. He immediately tightened his clothes to wrap his body that had become cold due to the influence of the high altitude, and his face was still a little unbelievable.

Is that girl who is as dumb as Junshang, as godlike...is she the divine master?

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(End of this chapter)