The rise of the prehistoric human race

Chapter 350 Emperor Xin Inscribed Poems on the Temple of Our Lady!
The Master Tongtian said with great pain in his heart: "Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, this time the poor Daoist is really giving up his old face."

This kind of thing, if it is said, no one in the prehistoric world will believe it.

It's not true love, which saint would have the guts to do such a thing?
Jiang Shi saw his stupid apprentice bring Deng Chanyu back to Chaoge City, he let out a sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "Fellow Daoist Qinglian, thank you for having you!"

Seeing Master Tongtian's face twitching and looking very unhappy, Jiang Shi quickly changed the topic and smiled coyly: "Daoist Qinglian, let's not talk about this, ahem, let's talk about Luobao money."

Hearing this name, Master Tongtian's expression became serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Jiang Shi, will this spiritual treasure really cause me to stop teaching Zhao Gongming?"

Until this moment, Master Tongtian still had a little bit of unbelief.The Conferred God Calamity has already begun, and the whole prehistoric secrets can be said to be completely chaotic. I'm afraid Daozu Hongjun will not be able to find targets at will in the long river of fate at this time.

But Jiang Shi's calculations today are still Jiejiao disciples, and he himself, a Jiejiao saint, has no sense at all, which is a bit of a blow to the self-esteem of Tongtian Cult Master.

Jiang Shi rolled his big eyes, and said speechlessly: "Daoist Qinglian, I deduce that this Luobao money came from Wuyi Mountain, even if I lie to you, wouldn't it be nice to get a Xiantian Lingbao for nothing? Go, go, go!" , don't be wordy."

Jiang Shi was too lazy to explain to the leader of Tongtian what a life of cheating is, and he just listened to himself and it was over.

Master Tongtian thought about it, and it was the same thing. In the entire prehistoric world, I am afraid that only Daoist Jiang Shi can figure out the secrets in the calamity.It is about the lives of my own disciples, so of course I would rather believe in something than nothing.

The Master Tongtian was about to speak, when he suddenly had a thought, whether he should tell the story about Zhunti Taoist passing by Chaoge.

But Master Tongtian thought for a second, wouldn't he be exposed in this way?The words turned into a sneering smile: "Daoist Jiang Shi is right, let's go, talk as we go."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Shi and the Master Tongtian headed towards Wuyi Mountain.

On this day, Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty went to court as usual, and the Grand Master Wen Zhong frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

Today's Di Xin has a pair of panda eyes, and his face is slightly pale. Not only does he smell of alcohol and rouge pungently, but his spirit is also a little listless. It looks like he didn't do anything serious last night.

Di Xinke also practiced martial arts under Wen Zhong, and polished his body. Grand Master Wen was not happy to see his former disciples become so indulgent. I can only admonish one or two after the court is over.

As the grand master of the three dynasties, even if he is the emperor, Wen Zhong is qualified to admonish him.

Di Xin sat crookedly on the throne and yawned big. Naturally, an attendant handed him a glass of fine wine.While drinking, Di Xin asked lazily: "My dear friends, do you have something to report today, if you have nothing to do, you can retire."

Prime Minister Shang Rong gave a wry smile, took a step forward, raised his hand in salute, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, today is the day when we establish a great business, and we are going to worship the totem and the emperors. Have you forgotten such a big event?" Is it?"

Di Xin froze for a moment, showing a headache expression, and said speechlessly, "I have a headache today and feel unwell all over. Can I trouble you, old man, and Uncle Bigan to go instead of me?"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire court was a little boiling.

The major event of the country lies in the sacrificial and military affairs!

You are a majestic king of Shang, and you even shied away from worshiping the totem ancestors on the day of the founding of the country, what else do you want to do?
At this moment, Grand Master Wen Zhong couldn't bear it any longer, and came out of the queue and shouted in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, how can such an important matter be avoided? If you are not present as the king of Shang, how can we wait for the ministers to perform the sacrificial ceremony!"

To say that after Di Xin ascended the throne, he was already a little flustered.As a human emperor, sitting on the four seas, in the sky and on the earth, who can overwhelm him?

But Di Xin was really afraid of his old grand master, who was full of righteousness and viciousness, and even if Di Xin was aroused by the aura of emotions and desires, he shivered slightly and smiled embarrassingly: "The grand master is right, This king is going to go."

Although impatient in his heart, Di Xin could only take a bath and change clothes after the early court, and bring all the officials of the great merchants to worship the black bird totem of the great merchants, and then the emperors of the Shang kingdom.After this set of procedures, Di Xin was also sweating profusely and became more and more irritable.

Whether it's good wine that doesn't taste good, or beauty that isn't fun, why does this king spend time on such things!
"Aiqing, are you done with your work? I'm going back to the palace after I'm done with my work!"

Seeing that Emperor Xin of Shang's tone was not kind, Abigan raised his hand and saluted and said, "Your Majesty, there is also a temple for the Holy Mother, which is dedicated to worshiping the Holy Mother Nuwa of our human race, offering incense and praying for the saint Nuwa."

Di Xin glanced at Bi Gan, suppressed his impatience, and shouted in a low voice: "It's okay if you don't go, why does this king worship such an irrelevant Nuwa saint? It's ridiculous!"

Bigan twitched his cheeks and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, you must go! Empress Nuwa is an ancient sage. She not only has the power to mend the sky, but also is a god of blessings. She prayed, of course!"

"Okay, okay, go! Go early and come back early!"

Di Xin flicked his sleeves violently, and said nothing with a cold face.

In the Notre-Dame Temple, resplendent and resplendent, the aura flickered, and the fragrance was tangy.

On the high platform, the saint statue of Empress Nuwa, although it is a clay sculpture and wood carving, but under the power of incense and vows, it is naturally somewhat miraculous, and gradually has a three-fourth part of the charm of Empress Nuwa.

But even this three to four points of charm far surpassed all the women in the world!

Di Xin, who was already somewhat impatient, hastily inserted the three sticks of incense in his hands into the incense burner in front of him, and was about to leave with his hands behind his back, when suddenly a gust of wind blew past and lifted the veil in front of the statue of the Nuwa Empress.

Is this the will of God in the dark?Or is it inevitable in the massacre?Nobody knows!
But Di Xin, who was about to leave, took a look inadvertently, but was stunned suddenly, unable to move for a while, and couldn't help muttering: "How can there be such a stunning beauty in the world! This king and this king can only get it today." I know, what a pity!"

It's obviously a statue, but in Di Xin's eyes, he still looks like a country and a city. There are three thousand beauties around him, and it's hard to come by!

At this time, all the ministers have gone out of the Temple of the Holy Mother to wait for King Shang to come out.Seeing that there was no one around, Di Xin's mind was fluttering, and he felt his hand was very itchy, as if some emotion was about to spew out, so he drew out his portable sword and wrote a poem on the wall:
The Fengluan treasure tent is very beautiful, full of exquisite makeup.

Ququ distant mountains fly green, dancing sleeves and reflecting the clouds.

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

But he had to be enchanting and able to act to get back Changle to serve the king.

Just as the sword's edge was falling, a thunderbolt suddenly fell in the clear sky outside the Notre Dame Temple!
In Wa Palace, Nuwa saint opened his eyes abruptly, and cursed with boundless murderous intent in his eyes: "Damn it, this king of Shang really deserves to die!"

(End of this chapter)