Honghuang: How can I be invincible after death?

Chapter 105 The Hypocrite Xibohou
After all, the icons of Lao Tzu and the Great Master Xuandu did not escape their fate, floating and sinking in the dung water.

In the empty Bajing Palace, Lao Tzu gritted his teeth with hatred but had no idea.

The luck of the Yin and Shang dynasties is still alive, and Emperor Xin still has more than 30 years of luck.

He could only watch helplessly as new Taoist temples sprang up on the old site of Laozi Temple.

The ones enshrined inside are naturally the Master of Jiejiao Tongtian and Ye Changqing.

How is this different from two people riding on his neck?

But now that my foundation is unstable, my magic weapon has been lost and my supernatural powers have been destroyed, and even the weakest Zhunti Taoist is no match for me, so how can I beat the Tongtian leader who holds the chaotic spiritual treasure?

"Ugh……"

A faint sigh echoed in the empty hall.

In the Golden Luan Hall of Chaoge City, Di Xin looked coldly at Emperor Bigan and others who were putting on a show of coercion.

He never expected that he would attract a large number of people to mess with him.

"No Dao Faint Lord!"

"Please abdicate as soon as possible, and don't ruin my great business!"

When Bigan talked about his excitement, he couldn't help crying loudly at Dashang's ancestral temple.

It was he, Shang Rong and others who jointly recommended Di Xin as the crown prince back then, and now he feels extremely regretful.

Although he has an exquisite heart with seven apertures, he is in awe of immortals.

How can man overcome the sky?

"If the king doesn't want to abdicate, he can personally go to reshape the golden body of the saint and pay respects..."

Shang Rong also felt that Di Xin's actions were quite inappropriate, so he couldn't help admonishing him.

Although there were immortals in the imperial court of the Great Shang, they were still more than a star behind compared with the saints.

The saint was angry, bleeding and drifting away.

He didn't want Yin Shang to be reduced to this point.

With the two Chief Assistants taking the lead, all the civil and military officials began to talk about it.

Most of them are disciples of the two of them, so naturally their hearts are towards the teacher.

What's more, risking their lives to speak out can also win them a good name, so why not do it?
"Enough said?"

"Then let Gu Ye say a few words!"

Di Xin's majestic voice sounded, and the imperial aura on his body made everyone's breath stagnate.

Shang Rong and Bigan wanted to say something more, but suddenly their legs softened and they knelt down in an instant.

Seeing the two sages kneel down, the civil and military officials behind them also bowed to the ground.

Tatata!
He slowly got down from the throne, but no one dared to raise his head to offend.

Bigan only felt that Di Xin's eyes were as hot as the sun, making his soul tremble.

He wanted to straighten his neck and look at this innocent and stupid king, but he still couldn't muster up the courage.

"Uncle Huang, you said that Gu is a foolish king, so I don't blame you..."

"You said that Gu Hui ruined the great merchant country, and Gu does not blame you..."

Di Xin sighed. Apart from being too afraid of the gods, this uncle Bigan is really upright.

"According to Gu's knowledge, you and Naxibohou have a very good relationship, right?"

He stared at Bigan with piercing eyes and asked.

"What's the matter with Xibohou here?"

"Please don't change the subject!"

Bigan was sweating profusely. As a member of the court, he had too close contacts with the princes, which was a big taboo.

"Let me ask you, how many sons does Marquis Xibo have?"

Di Xin's voice gradually became colder.

Bigan didn't dare not answer, and replied tremblingly: "His Boss has the blessing of a hundred sons, which is enviable."

Di Xin nodded with a sneer and said, "Very good!"

"Then Gu will ask you again, how many princes does Gu have?"

Emperor Xin had two princes, Yin Hong and Yin Jiao, which was well known to all civil and military courts.

"The Marquis of Xibo who has a hundred sons is a virtuous and wise master, but he has only two sons and is a foolish ruler?"

His voice was full of murderous intent, shocking the entire hall.

In Di Xin's harem, there are three concubines, the original wife of the Central Palace, the Empress Jiang, the West Palace Concubine Huang, and the Xinqing Palace Concubine Yang.

So how many Xibohous are destined to have a hundred sons?

"This……"

"This……"

Not only was Uncle Bigan unable to answer this question, even everyone present was stumped.

They never thought about this question.

Even Bigan himself was dumbfounded, did he misunderstand that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes in Xi Bohou?
wrong!

Seems like something is wrong?

I was clearly discussing the issue of the king's disrespect to the saint, so why did it fall on Xibohou's head?
Bigan suddenly felt that the king in front of him was different.

What a master of rhythm!

He is worthy of being the prince recommended by himself!
But as soon as this idea came out, it seemed to be in conflict with Wudao Hunjun.

Now he is riding a tiger.

"A truly virtuous person will not do things deliberately, let alone publicize them."

"Don't be fooled by appearances..."

Di Xin's inscrutable words seemed to say something, but also seemed to say nothing.

It was not until he left for a long time that the civil and military officials in the hall woke up.

They recalled that the communication with Xibohou was indeed as deliberate as the king said.

"Sigh~"

Even Wu Chengwang Huang Feihu gasped and was shocked.

He had nothing to do with Xibo Hou Jichang, but he could always hear voices about his reputation of loving the people like a virtuous son.

Thinking about it carefully, Xibohou's plan is very big, and his disobedience is clearly revealed.

Fei Zhong and You Hun looked at each other, their eyes lit up, it seemed that their chance to take the top position had come!
They added details and reported all the rumors about Xibohou in the daily life, and even the slightest little things were magnified by the details.

The court's civil and military officials were surprised to find that Xibohou didn't have any flaws.

It is said that gold has no feet and no one is perfect, and even the high saints have their shortcomings.

But Xibo Hou Jichang did not!
This kind of comparison immediately formed a huge contrast, making people have to doubt its authenticity.

In their subconscious, Xibo Hou Jichang has been branded a hypocrite.

Bigan suddenly slumped on the ground, did not recover for a long time, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Bigan, are you convicted?"

An angry reprimand came from outside the hall, and Wen Taishi came rushing angrily with a golden whip in his hand.

He is an important minister who supports Gu Gu, and the golden whip in his hand can beat the faint king and the sycophant.

"Bigan, you are insulting your majesty, this is disloyalty!"

"You are ashamed of your ancestors for being close to a villain, this is unfilial!"

"It's unrighteous for you to collude with hundreds of civil and military officials to force the palace!"

"Today, I will beat you, an unfaithful, unfilial and unrighteous courtier..."

A series of hats were put on Bigan's head, making him breathless, but it was all true.

The only blame is that he mistrusted the villain...

Bigan was already quite old, and Wen Zhong couldn't really beat him. After being stopped by civil and military officials, even the golden whip in his hand was taken away.

Conferring gods to measure calamity is not only due to the heads of immortals, but also to the replacement of mortal dynasties.

The mortal battlefield is just as important!
As long as people who are related to Xibo Houda like Emperor Bigan are eliminated, he can conquer Xiqi himself, destroying them first.

If dynasties in the mortal world cannot be replaced, then the Conferred God Calamity cannot proceed normally.

All the initiative will be firmly in the hands of Jiejiao and Dashang!
(End of this chapter)