My God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, would rather die than be in the mountains

Chapter 344

But I saw the man in front of Prince Zhou, dressed in a gray and white cassock, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a smile on his mouth, and a faint Buddha light on his head, extremely mysterious!

"Human King, you come with me."

The monk smiled and waved to King Zhou.

A touch of invisible spiritual power was displayed.

Zishou felt as if he was disobedient.

He got up straight, followed the monk out of the side hall, and came to the imperial garden.

"Human King, what do you think this is?"

The monk stopped in his tracks, and handed out a magic weapon that was shining with mysterious light in his hand.

Zishou was like a machine, his body involuntarily took over the magic weapon.

But he saw that the thing was like a bolt of lightning, and the moment King Zhou touched it, it turned into a ball of air and poured into his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, striking right on the top of King Zhou's head!

Click!

"what!"

King Zhou was shocked, and when he realized it again, he suddenly woke up!

Cold sweat flowed.

"Who wants to harm the widow!"

He stood up and shouted angrily.

The maids and attendants at the side turned pale with fright, and hurriedly bent over and lay on the ground.

However, everything around is still in the palace, and Zishou is still sitting in front of the dragon table.

It seemed to be a dream.

Are you asleep?
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Without thinking too much, King Zhou asked his maid to wipe the sweat off his brow, and continued to sit down and review the memorial.

But when he cast his eyes on the memorial again, he felt that he couldn't see these things.

as if……

These memorials are all irrelevant things, extremely tedious and boring.

Frowning became more and more tight, King Zhou's expression gradually became impatient, and he withdrew his hands and put them down from the dragon table.

He looked at the maid beside him who was wiping his sweat.

"The widow is tired, serve the widow to bed."

He stood up and said slowly.

When the maid heard this, her legs softened.

what?
How could a little maid serve King Zhou's bed?
The previous King Zhou was an outstanding talent, capable of writing and martial arts, and everyone in the court admired and respected him.

However, at this moment, he actually gave himself a little maid?
Thinking of this, she was overjoyed, and then helped King Zhou leave the palace.

"Show the bedroom!"

Driven by a pair of dragons and phoenixes, and escorted by a guard of honor, King Zhou went to sleep in his palace.

Since then... I have never recovered!
Not only is the government abolished, but also greedy for beauty.

A generation of benevolent rulers became a generation of foolish rulers overnight.

There were Fei Zhong and You Hun, who fell in love with the king and slandered the people.

Soon, everyone in the capital of the Shang Dynasty knew that King Zhou did not ascend the early dynasty, did not judge the affairs of the world, and was greedy for sex.

This was already dozens of days ago.

At this time, Zhao Lang came to Chaoge.

From tens of thousands of miles away, he saw that the luck of heaven and earth in the city was declining rapidly.

Who cut off this luck?
Explain and teach?Stop teaching?
Zhao Lang didn't know, but he knew that King Zhou must have started his journey of becoming a king.

It is too late at this point.

In a flash, Zhao Lang landed in Chaoge City, and outside the pass, he stood with his hands behind his back and entered the city.

Soldiers blocked his way.

"Hey! Huh?"

"Where are you from?"

asked the soldier.

Zhao Lang didn't answer, but just waved his hand lightly, displaying his spiritual power, several people retreated very obediently.

Almost all the way was unimpeded, Zhao Lang came outside the city.

Because he was afraid that if he used his spiritual power, it would be easy to scare the snake and give the guy behind the cholera Shang Dynasty a chance to escape.

Walking on the Imperial Palace Avenue, Zhao Lang looked around.

"Why is there no one? Where did everyone go?"

However, he will meet several attendants head-on, and he asked.

"Where is Zishou?"

Hearing his words, the rest of the people almost lost their breath.

"My lord, don't dare to speak like that!"

They saw Zhao Lang's extraordinary clothes, and thought he was a minister in the court.

"Where is King Zhou?"

A little helpless, but Zhao Lang had no choice but to change the description.

The attendant said respectfully: "Your Majesty and all the civil and military officials have performed the court song."

out?
"Where did you go?"

Zhao Lang continued to ask.

The attendant replied: "Don't you know, my lord? Today is the birthday of Empress Nuwa. King Zhou went to Nuwa's Palace to burn incense and pray for the saint to bless the common people and protect them!"

Judging by his expression, he seemed very pleased.

However, Zhao Lang's face turned ugly instantly.

Today, March [-]th, is Nuwa's birthday...

not good!

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang immediately exerted his spiritual power, and with a wave of his big hand, he tore a void crack in front of him, stepped into it, and disappeared instantly.

It was shocking to see those attendants!

"Monster...youkai!"

"There are monsters! Run away!"

"Help!"...

They ran away without mentioning it, but looked at Nuwa Palace.

King Zhou didn't want to come here to offer incense, but the main reason was that he didn't match his horoscope today, which was a bit offensive.

But after all, this is what the previous king has been doing, so he can only come to Nuwa Palace to drop incense under the persuasion of civil servants and generals.

The thousands of steps in the middle of the mountain alone have exhausted many people.

King Zhou was the first to walk, but he still had the ability to change pillars, and his body was different from ordinary people.

"Your feet are too slow, it doesn't matter if the fragrance doesn't come down."

King Zhou looked at the embarrassment of the civil and military officials behind him, and said with some disdain.

However, everyone urged in unison: "No, no! Your Majesty, no, I will hurry up!"

As they spoke, they panted heavily and continued to climb.

"I don't know why this Nuwa Palace was built so high, with so many steps, it's true that no one climbed it!"

"What are you talking about? This is the Nuwa Palace, the blessing of the saint Nuwa Empress!"

"That's right, don't say a few words, if there is a severe drought in the coming year, I will blame you for talking too much today!"...

Within two steps, there was a strong evil wind on the mountainside, and the person who was blowing could not open his eyes or catch his breath.

An attendant stepped forward to block King Zhou with a guard of honor in his hand. King Zhou half raised his arm and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve pocket.

After a while, the gust of wind stopped.

"The wind is really weird. It seems that today is not an auspicious day. It doesn't matter if the incense doesn't fall!"

King Zhou found another excuse to return.

However, the officials of the cultural relics once again persuaded: "Your Majesty, you can't do it! Today is the birthday of Empress Nuwa!"

"Humph!"

With a flick of his sleeves, King Zhou walked forward.

Finally arrived outside the Nuwa Temple, civil and military officials all bowed down to pay respects first, only King Zhou stepped forward and opened the gate to enter.

Among them are several stone statues of Dharma protectors, and some tributes and preserved fruits are placed in the hall.

Right in front of one of the stone statues in the middle, there is a curtain hanging down, making it difficult to see what is behind it.

But I can probably guess that it is the saint stone statue of Empress Nuwa.

Only then did all the officials file into the temple, and came behind King Zhou out of breath.

"Your Majesty, don't be reckless, this is the holy temple of Empress Nuwa! You should be more modest and pious!"

The old prime minister Shang Rong came out and said.

For this old prime minister, King Zhou was very respectful, after all, he was the elder of the two dynasties and the beloved minister of the former king.

Nodding his head, King Zhou became a little more respectful.

Everything was done according to traditional etiquette. King Zhou and all civil and military officials lowered incense and prayed for blessings.

However, at this moment, a dark wind rushed in from outside the hall and passed through the hall.

Gently lift the curtain in front of the stone statue of the Nuwa Empress.

King Zhou raised his eyes.

"Ok!"

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind.

The next moment, King Zhou's expression changed suddenly, and he casually put the incense in his hand on the tribute table, and he lifted his dragon robe and got up.

All the ministers looked at each other, not knowing what King Zhou was going to do.

But he saw the latter come to the curtain, raised a corner and looked into it.

In the next moment, everything appeared in front of my eyes!

"There is such a stunning beauty?"

He said these words involuntarily, but everyone present was shocked and at a loss.

"Your Majesty! Don't blaspheme saints!"

"My lord, come down quickly, come down from the stone statue of your empress!"

"It's over, it's over... If the sage knows about this, I'm afraid Shang Tang Sheji will not be long!"...

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and some ministers tried to persuade them.

King Zhou disagreed.

"She Nuwa is a saint, but I am also a king? Why be afraid?"

After finishing speaking, King Zhou tore off the large curtain, revealing the true face of the stone statue of Nu Wa!

But besides him, no one dared to look at each other.

"Not bad!"

At this time, King Zhou no longer looked like a human king.

"Come on! Get the widow's sword!"

On the side, an attendant handed King Zhou's sword.

The latter drew his sword out of its sheath, and immediately engraved on the stone pillar in front of the Nuwa Empress, which line of nouns ruined Shangtang Sheji!

"The Fengluan Bao tent is very beautiful, full of exquisite makeup."

"The song is far away and the mountains are flying green, and the dancing sleeves reflect the colorful clothes."

"Pear blossoms bring rain to fight for beauty, and peony cages smoke make-up?"

"But you have to be able to act enchantingly, and get back Changle...Servant King...King!"

After the ministers and ministers read it word by word, they found that the first two sentences were normal, but the last two sentences were completely blasphemy!
"Let all the people in the world see my literary talent!"

King Zhou looked at his "masterpiece" proudly, nodded in satisfaction and said again.

"Return to the Song!"

Only then did everyone leave, and the ministers and ministers sighed.

However, when King Zhou just wrote that poem, Zhao Lang had already noticed it.

Because the options of the system appeared in front of him.

"Ding! It is detected that the child is under the control of insulting Nu Wa with a poem, and the host can choose."

"One, no matter what, just return to Buzhou Mountain and protect all the disciples, and you can get a Dao law."

"Second, go to wake up Zishou, let him realize his fault, and take charge of the great catastrophe of conferring the gods, and he can get a law of the great way."

Looking at the options in front of him, Zhao Lang sighed.

Although he had come to the top of Nuwa Temple at this time, King Zhou was returning the same way.

After all, it is too late!

(End of this chapter)