I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Shen Gongbao allowed his disciples to commit murder and killed two fairy children who I spent hundreds of years to train. I was so angry that I imprisoned the evil star who committed the crime.

Unexpectedly, Shen Gongbao came to me shamelessly, threatened my life, and forcibly took Nezha away. Before leaving, he humiliated me and mocked me for being afraid of death.

After they left, I tried my best to put this matter behind me and avoid disasters, but I never thought that this would give rise to a demon in my heart..." Shiji said slowly.

Wen Zhong was born with the ability to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and had an intuition for judging truth and falsehood.

His intuition told him that what Shiji said was true.

Moreover, Shiji would not dare to lie to him. After all, lying to him would mean offending her master, the Golden Spirit Mother.

To offend the master means to be cut off from Jiejiao.

This uncle might be evil, or even vicious, but he certainly can't fail to see this...

"Uncle Master, please tell me where the Shang Dynasty has a glimmer of hope." After listening to the other party's explanation, Wen Zhong clasped his fists and bowed, full of anticipation.

Ever since Uncle Duobao issued an order prohibiting the inner disciples of Jiejiao from interfering in the wars on earth without being summoned, he had thought more than once whether the Shang Dynasty still had a chance of survival and whether he could seize this chance.

But even if he thought about it a thousand times, he still couldn't figure out where the Shang Dynasty's chance of survival lay.

After all, only a saint can deal with a saint, and only a holy religion can deal with a holy religion. The Chan Sect has fully supported the Western Zhou Dynasty. Without the support of saints and holy religions, what can the Shang Dynasty use to compete with the Western Zhou Dynasty?

Therefore, the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, and just now, he was already completely disheartened.

However, Shiji's words gave his hope a hint of revival.

  What if I am stupid and Master Shiji is smarter?

She saw what she hadn't seen, and thought of the opportunities she had ignored...

  There are fifty great ways, forty-nine heavenly ways, and all things have a glimmer of hope. This is the teaching of their Jiejiao!

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Looking at this white-haired nephew staring at him, just like a drowning man seeing a floating wood on the water, Shiji sighed softly in his heart: I'm sorry, nephew Wen Zhong.

"The only hope for the Shang Dynasty lies with you."

"On me?" Wen Zhong was stunned.

He really couldn't figure out what he could do to save the Shang Dynasty.

Shiji nodded slightly and said, "That's right, it depends on whether you are willing to do it."

  Hearing this, Wen Zhong immediately realized that this idea must not be the right one, otherwise why would he not do it?

But no matter whether it is the right way or the evil way, as long as it is useful, why not give it a try for the sake of his lifelong loyalty to the Shang Dynasty?

"Please give me some advice, uncle..."

"it is good."

Shiji raised her hand and released her own bone field, isolating the inside and outside: "Do you know who Hu Lei is?"

Wen Zhong thought about it again and again, and said: "I don't know..."

Shi Ji said: "Hu Lei is the last disciple of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit. You don't even know who the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit is, do you?"

Wen Zhong: "That's not the case... I know Senior Sister Huo Ling. She is the last disciple of Senior Uncle Duo Bao."

At this point, he suddenly realized: "Master Uncle's target is Master Duobao?"

Shiji nodded: "Looking at the entire Jiejiao, except for Brother Duobao, no one dares to connect with the inner disciples of Jiejiao behind the saint's back to help you defend the Shang Dynasty."

Wen Zhong's expression changed slightly: "Uncle Master, you are not colluding with the Chan Sect, are you?"

Shiji's heart skipped a beat, but fortunately her expression didn't change at all: "How is that possible? Do you think I'm not afraid of death? If I betray Jiejiao, will your master let me go?"

Wen Zhong's expression eased a little, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was indeed the case.

Betrayal is something that no one, let alone a saint, can tolerate, even an ordinary king.

Unless it is an extremely special situation, betraying Jiejiao will lead to death.

"I'm sorry, uncle. I'm too sensitive."

"It's okay, I understand."

Shiji nodded magnanimously and continued, "Hu Lei has an unstable mind and is not a Taoist immortal. As long as you can lure him to the battlefield with wealth and honor, and let him die at the hands of the Zhou army, and then slightly encourage the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, you can bury Fire Spirit on the battlefield. Once Fire Spirit dies, Duobao will surely be furious and crazy, and then the opportunity will come."

Wen Zhong thought deeply and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not enough..."

"It's indeed not enough, but what if you are added?" Shiji asked.

Wen Zhong was stunned: "What do you mean by adding me?"

Shi Ji said: "Wen Zhong died tragically at the hands of the Zhou army in order to avenge the Holy Mother of Fire."

Wen Zhong: "..."

If you enter the game, you are prepared for death.

However, it still feels a little off...

"You think it's not enough, right?" Shiji said faintly.

Wen Zhong nodded: "Although my master, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, is on good terms with Master Duobao, the friendship between me and Master Duobao... is not deep."

Shiji chuckled: "It's enough that your master is on good terms with Senior Brother Duobao. If your last wish is for King Zhou to worship Duobao as his master, plus your master's persuasion and the death of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, do you think that given Senior Brother Duobao's personality, will he accept King Zhou?"

Wen Zhong: "..."

After a long silence, he said softly: "King Zhou is the bad name given to Emperor Xin by Nuwa. We should not use this name to refer to Emperor Xin."

Shiji put away her smile and said, "If you don't help Emperor Xin, this won't be an insult, but a posthumous title."

Wen Zhong was speechless.

Shiji looked at him deeply and said indifferently: "I have already told you the only chance for Yin Shang to survive. Whether you do it or not depends on your heart."

Wen Zhong bowed deeply: "Anyway, thank you, uncle."

Shiji waved his sleeves to retract the field of bones, and his body disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"Shang Dynasty, Shang Dynasty..."

The old master was alone in the ancient forest, muttering to himself, and his mind could not help but flash back to the life he had fought for.

  If only he were to die, what would he be afraid of?

But the problem is that this vicious plan requires the sacrifice of fellow disciples!

  Although the fellow disciples who were sacrificed will most likely be included in the Investiture of the Gods rather than being reduced to ashes, is being included in the Investiture of the Gods a good thing?

Therefore, he was caught in a fierce struggle between his conscience and his desires, and his heart was extremely anxious.

"Not even close..."

Deep under the sea.

In the center of the fiery red coral.

Randeng looked at the old master in the fairy mirror in front of him and spoke silently.

Shiji appeared from behind him and said, "I think it's ready." "No."

Ran Deng shook his head: "A slight mistake can lead to a huge loss. What you are going to do next is the key."

"What's next?" Shiji frowned and said in a low voice, "I have done what you said! Give me the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls you promised!!"

"You did as I said, but the effect is far less than expected, so I can only give you twelve Dinghai Shenzhen Pearls. After you're done, I'll give you the remaining twelve." As Randeng said this, he raised his hand and threw out twelve pearls shining with divine light.

Shiji was filled with hatred and said angrily, "You are not trustworthy."

"What I promised at the beginning was that if you could help me make this happen, I would give you the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls. Don't you understand what 'make this happen' means?" Ran Deng asked, "Or do you not even want these twelve pearls?"

Shiji gnashed his teeth, murderous intent surged in his eyes, but he finally held back and raised his hand to collect the twelve Dinghai Divine Pearls: "What's next?"

"Wait two days. After two days, if Wen Zhong still does not take any action, you will go find King Zhou and secretly bring King Zhou to the Biyou Palace to see Wen Zhong." Ran Deng said.

Shi Ji refused without hesitation: "No! The Saint is in charge of the Biyou Palace. If he finds out about Emperor Xin, I won't be able to explain it to him."

Ran Deng frowned and said thoughtfully: "Then you go to King Zhou and ask him to write a letter to Wen Zhong, asking his father-in-law when he can return to Shang."

Shiji looked thoughtful and fell silent.

the other side.

However, after Qin Yao left the West, he did not return to Fangcun Mountain, nor did he go to the battlefield of Conferred Gods. Instead, he rushed to Wuzhuang Temple with the letter of recommendation given by Bodhi, asking questions all the way.

After seven or eight days of this, I finally got to see the true appearance of Wanshou Mountain.

But I saw that this mountain was extremely high and steep, and its terrain was majestic and magnificent.

The root is connected to the Kunlun Vein, and the top reaches Hanzhong.

In the mountains, dragons roar, tigers howl, cranes dance, and monkeys cry.

Elk emerge from the flowers, and blue phoenix sings to the sun...

Without the permission of the mountain master, Qin Yao did not dare to enter the mountain rashly. He rode on a cloud and stood in the air in front of the mountain. His body was level with the Taoist temple in the mountain. He said in a loud voice: "Shen Gongbao, a disciple of Bodhi Patriarch in Sanxing Cave of Fangcun Mountain, pays homage to the great immortal Zhenyuanzi."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fairy boy wearing a green Taoist robe, with colorful ribbons fluttering on his body, a clear mind and a handsome appearance flew out from the Taoist temple in the mountains.

Perhaps he had heard of the name of Bodhi Patriarch, or even seen him before, so the fairy boy was quite respectful and said with a bow, "Daoyou are polite... My great fairy has gone out to visit friends and is not in the mountain at the moment."

Qin Yao returned the greeting and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, brother, what is your name?"

"I am just a disciple of the great immortal, and my Taoist name is Qingfeng." The fairy boy said with a smile.

"It turned out to be Brother Qingfeng." Qin Yao said with a smile, "I have long heard that the Great Immortal has two outstanding disciples, one is called Qingfeng and the other is called Mingyue. I didn't expect that it was Brother Qingfeng who came out to see me. I feel deeply honored!"

Qingfeng didn't expect the other party to praise him right away. Without any psychological preparation, his face slightly flushed. "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. Among the forty-eight disciples of Master, Mingyue and I are the juniors. How can we be considered outstanding? Brother Dao, I am so ashamed of myself!"

Noticing that his address had changed from fellow Taoist to brother Taoist, Qin Yao smiled even more broadly: "What I said was completely sincere. I can even swear to heaven that among the 48 disciples under the tutelage of the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, I only know the names of Qingfeng and Mingyue. As for the rest, I don't know their names at all."

Qingfeng had a very good impression of him and turned around to invite him in: "Brother, please come in and talk."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

Qin Yao had no idea what the word "polite" meant. He bowed and flew to the gate of the Taoist temple, then walked in with Qingfeng.

Just by crossing a door, Qin Yao's pores opened one after another under the stimulation of the rich fairy energy, and the fairy energy in his body began to circulate automatically.

"What a wonderful spiritual gathering formation in this blessed land." He suppressed the desire to devour the spiritual energy and exclaimed sincerely.

Qingfeng was very proud and said: "It's hard to say if we look at the three realms, but in this world, my Wuzhuang Temple must be the best cave heaven and the first blessed land."

Qin Yao said, "It should be so. A mountain is not high, but it is magical if there are immortals. Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of earthly immortals, so the place where his family lives should be different from others. But, is there no one else in this temple?"

Qingfeng nodded: "Forty-seven fellow disciples followed Master to visit friends, leaving me alone to look after the house. By the way, what did Brother Dao want to see my Master about?"

Qin Yao did not reveal that he wanted to borrow a book to read, but only said: "I am here to deliver a letter for my master. He has a handwritten letter and asked me to personally deliver it to the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."

Qingfeng heard the two key messages of the handwritten letter and personally, and said, "I see... But Master visits friends to discuss Taoism, and his return date is uncertain. Sometimes he returns in three to five days, and sometimes it takes thirty to fifty years. I will arrange a room for you to stay in first."

Qin Yao’s praise was still very effective.

If he hadn't started boasting right from the start, Qingfeng wouldn't have easily invited him into the temple even if he had mentioned the name of Bodhi, let alone arranged a room for him.

This is also the experience Qin Yao summed up after going through many reincarnations: being able to speak, willing to praise others, not being pretentious, and less pretentious can really avoid a lot of trouble.

It is too tiring to be a protagonist who is destined to cause trouble and disputes wherever he goes.

From then on, Qin Yao lived in Wuzhuang Temple. When Qingfeng was cleaning, he would take the initiative to help clean.

When Qingfeng talks to him, he will patiently chat with him.

While Qingfeng was practicing, he used the Bodhi seeds as an aid to comprehend the avenues of the Heavenly Book, and made rapid progress.

To be more specific, the Bodhi seed is like a plug-in in the game. When he uses this plug-in, his understanding of the Heavenly Book is like triple the speed, or even more than triple, and his efficiency skyrocketed.

Qin Yao calculated based on the current speed, it would take about two years at most for him to comprehend all 365 stars in the Heavenly Book and condense the Sky Flower, one of the three flowers.

This speed is extremely fast.

No wonder it is regarded as a quick way to achieve success by Patriarch Bodhi.

Under normal circumstances, even if the three flowers of heaven, earth and man are geniuses or born with a Taoist body, it takes three to five hundred years for each flower to bloom.

Well, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong are not normal, they are both divine fetuses.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye...

Qin Yao did not wait for the arrival of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earthly immortals, but he completed the contemplation of the List of Gods with the help of the Bodhi seeds.

Countless truths from the heavenly books gathered in his soul, constantly stirring, trying to condense into flowers.

"Brother Taoist, are you worried about something?" That night, Qingfeng walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, but saw Shen Gongbao sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, staring blankly at the sunset.

Qin Yao woke up from his meditation and silently withdrew his gaze: "I have nothing on my mind. I am just thinking about breaking through the realm."

Qingfeng said with a happy expression: "Brother Dao is about to break through?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing."

"Congratulations." Qingfeng said with a smile: "I wonder which east wind you owe?"

Qin Yao hesitated and said, "Perhaps I need to absorb some of the spiritual energy in Wuzhuang Temple...I wonder if this is difficult for you, brother?"

"Wuzhuang Temple has a spirit gathering formation that can draw in a large amount of spiritual energy at any time. What's the problem for me?"

Qingfeng shook his head, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face, and finally he made up his mind and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere." (End of this chapter)