Honghuang: I am the Fusang Sacred Tree, and I am the leader of Jiejiao

Chapter 165 King Zhou visits Nuwa Temple

After Fusang stayed in Kunlun Mountain for a few days, he went to Shouyang Mountain without staying long, preparing to find his great uncle.

Shouyang Mountain is also located in the eastern part of the prehistoric world.

With Fusang's strength, he arrived at the foot of Shouyang Mountain in just a few breaths!
Looking at Shouyang Mountain, which is not very tall and towering, Fusang didn't feel the slightest bit of contempt in his heart!

Although Sanqing each has its own characteristics, if you want to rank it in Fusang's heart.

My great uncle must be the one with the most unfathomable strength!
As the saying goes, one energy transforms three pure beings. My strength is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Of course, Fusang is not afraid of any mishaps he may encounter during this trip.

After all, I am still my great uncle no matter what.

What's more, the relationship between them is not bad.

After arriving at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, Fusang looked up.

The entire Shouyang Mountain appears to be extremely quiet, and there are not too many primitive creatures living here. In addition, this has a great relationship with Lao Tzu's character.

The so-called quiet and inaction, I like to live in this kind of place without disputes.

Fusang shook his head gently, without thinking much, and walked slowly towards Shouyang Mountain.

Stepping on the auspicious clouds and walking up slowly, Fusang felt the peaceful atmosphere of Shouyang Mountain.

As a saint's dojo, Shouyang Mountain is naturally not an ordinary paradise. Along the way, Fusang discovered many innate spiritual roots.

From this point of view, my great uncle's collection is really quite large. Even though Fusang, my things are not much less than mine...

After a while, Fusang arrived at the top of Shouyang Mountain, and a palace in the distance suddenly appeared in front of Fusang.

Submit a letter to Taiqing Palace!
With a casual glance, Fusang spotted his uncle's mount, the green bull!
Weiwei took a second look and found that Fusang was not very interested in it, but the green bull in the later journey to the west impressed Fusang a little.

Arriving at the gate of Taiqing Palace, before Fusang could ask for instructions, the gate of Taiqing Palace slowly opened.

Fusang knew that I already knew that he was coming!
Without any hesitation, Fusang slowly walked into the hall...

One day later, Fusang left Taiqing Palace with a smile, and at the same time, he also took away my only disciple, Master Xuandu!
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Time flies by, the imperial capital of the Shang Dynasty is singing, and countless pavilions stand in rows. People come and go like flowing water, and the energy is as vast and condensed as the abyss.

In the majestic Daxia Imperial Palace, King Zhou sat on the throne, with civil and military guards standing on the white jade steps below. Many of them had great supernatural powers and served as immortals and gods.

King Zhou Shen Ning said: "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly. If there is nothing to do, leave the court."

Among the ministers on the right, one of the ministers came out, held his tooth wat high, and bent down and said, "I have something to say. Tomorrow is March [-]th, the day of the Empress Nuwa's Christmas. Your Majesty, please come to Nuwa Temple to offer incense." , pray for our human race.”

King Zhou frowned slightly, Empress Nuwa, is she the so-called Holy Mother who used humans as food for demons in ancient times?A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly: "Why don't I remember that there is a Nuwa temple in Chaoge? It was not a sacrifice in the past years."

Shang Rong respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, this temple was recently built, and it coincides with the birthday of Empress Nuwa. I would like to ask your Majesty to come and drop incense to express the respect of our human race and to allow the empress to protect our human race."

King Zhou smiled and said disdainfully: "Nuwa, what merit does she have that makes her worthy of letting me drop incense?"

Shang Rong raised his head and said solemnly: "Nuwa is an ancient goddess, born with saintly virtues. She kneaded the earth to create a human being, who is the Holy Mother of our human race.

At that time, Gonggong's head touched Buzhou Mountain, the sky tilted to the northwest, and the earth sank to the southeast. Nuwa collected five-color stones and refined them to repair the blue sky, so she contributed to the people.Li Shu set up a memorial service to repay him.

Nowadays, if we sing songs to worship Nuwa, the four seasons will be prosperous, the country will be long, the weather will be smooth, and disasters will subside.Your Majesty, the righteous god who protects the people of this blessed country, should go and pay incense. "

Dozens of ministers came out of the hall and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, please come and offer incense." King Zhou's face suddenly darkened, extremely ugly. In the ancient years, Nuwa regarded my human race as the food of the demon clan. The Heavenly Killer rose up in the chaos, and now we, the human race, have become the protagonists of the world. Nuwa wants us, the human race, to worship her again. How can such a good thing happen? !
Dozens of ministers knelt down and said in unison: "Your Majesty, please go to the Wa Palace to pay incense."

The few officials who did not come out also looked at each other for a while. What did Prime Minister Shang Rong mean?Why did you suddenly think of building a temple for Nuwa?Your Majesty is also required to go and drop incense. In the past, the Human Emperor of the human race has never done anything to drop incense to the Empress Nuwa.

King Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at the kneeling officials below. His heart was turning, and he was determined to disgrace you. He laughed and said, "Just follow the prime minister's instructions."

Shang Rong happily bowed: "Your Majesty is holy!"

King Zhou stood up, flicked his sleeves and said, "Retreat from the court!" He turned around and strode towards the back hall.

All the civil and military officials kowtowed and shouted: "Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

Shang Rong returned to his mansion and walked into a main hall.

Sitting cross-legged in the main hall was a big fat man with a big smile, bald head and open arms. He was Maitreya.

Shang Rong knelt down in front of Maitreya, clasped his hands and bowed his head in salute, saying: "Disciple pays homage to the teacher."

Maitreya smiled and said, "We haven't seen each other for 200 years! It's rare that you still remember me."

"Disciples will never forget the teacher's kindness. Without the teacher's teachings, Shang Rong would not be where he is today."

Maitreya asked with a smile: "My good disciple, have you done what I asked you to do?"

Shang Rong said respectfully: "Your Majesty has given an order to go to Nuwa Temple to offer incense tomorrow."

Miroku smiled and nodded.

The next day, Emperor Luan Yu came out of Fengcheng, his hairpins reflecting the auspicious color.The dragon light sword spits out the color of the wind and clouds; the red feather banner shakes the sun and the moon.The willows on the embankment are covered with cactus dew at dawn; the flowers on the stream are bright and green.If you want to know, you can look up to the sky, and all nations will wear their hats and worship the Holy Ming.Driving out of the south gate of Chaoge, every family burned incense and set up fires, and every household laid colorful banners and carpets.Three thousand cavalry, eight hundred royal guards, escorted by King Wucheng Huang Feihu, accompanied by civil and military officials of the entire dynasty.

Go to Nuwa Palace.The emperor left his chariot, went up to the main hall, and burned incense in the furnace; the civil and military officials followed him to pay their respects.King Zhou looked at the splendor of the palace.

Shang Rong and important civil and military officials accompanied King Zhou to visit the Nuwa Empress Temple.

King Zhou glanced at Shang Rong and said with a smile: "Prime Minister, is the incense ceremony finished now?"

Shang Rong lowered his head and said respectfully: "Of course it's over. The saintly virtue of Nuwa will definitely protect our court."

"But I think there's still one step left. Bring me some pen and ink." An interior designer came quickly with a tray on which were placed pen and ink.

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in Bigan's heart, and he quickly said: "Your Majesty, the incense tour is over, it's time to return to the palace."

"Wait for me to write a hymn."

King Zhou picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, walked to the wall, swung his pen, and wrote a poem: "The scene in Feng Luan Bao's tent is very beautiful, full of gold and gold.

Ququ Yuanshan is flying emerald green; dancing sleeves reflect Xiashang.

Pear blossoms bring rain to compete for beauty; peony cages are full of smoke and make-up.

But if you are enchanting, you can move, and you can take back Changle to serve the king. "

All the ministers' faces changed greatly, and they shouted: "Your Majesty~"

"Your Majesty, no!"

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(End of this chapter)