The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 302 Full of loopholes (second update)
South Zhan Buzhou, Fushan City.

Fushan City is a small city built at the foot of Fushan Mountain. Well, in fact, in today's Nanzhan Buzhou, except for Yunjian City, there is no city that is qualified to be called a 'big city'.

Fushan City is not big, and it is now built in the northern urban area. The rest of the city is a huge construction site. There are people pushing wheelbarrows to transport materials for the city. There are also many supervisors holding whips and patrolling everywhere.

The lord of Fushan City is surnamed Zhou. He used to be called Zhou Yuanwai, but now he is secretly called Zhou Papi.

Unlike others, Zhou Papi was an official before entering Dongtian. He was only a county magistrate. He was later removed from his position due to corruption, but he had previous contacts and finally embarked on a career in salt smuggling. The sale of iron.

The Daxuan Dynasty also took the path of 'salt and iron official camp', and these two items accounted for more than [-]% of the court's annual tax income.

However, if one's identity is determined, one's head will be beheaded, and there is almost no sympathy.

Therefore, although salt and iron smuggling is violent, anyone who dares to do it can be called a "desperado".

Zhou Papi can do it for a long time and do it steadily, so he has some means.

It's just that in the past, although he had a notorious reputation outside, in the town, he built bridges and paved roads, and he was willing to do good deeds, which gave him a good reputation.

But all of this is different in Nanzhan Buzhou.

Because without the direct jurisdiction of the imperial court, after his initial cautiousness, his ambition grew wildly like a grass in spring.

Not to mention how he operated, after a series of means, he not only won the management right of the town, but also took down three other villages within a hundred miles around, so that the population under his jurisdiction exceeded [-].

Don't think it's too small, here, it's already very good.

After Zhou Papi was satisfied, he started his plan to build the city, forcing everyone to do hard labor and build the city under the floating mountain.

Because the means of coercion are beating or scolding, and killing people at every turn, so until now, he got the title of "Zhou Papi".

Of course, what I want to talk about at this time is not Fushan City, nor Zhou Papi, but an eloquent storyteller in an open space in Fushan City.

At this time, it was past noon.

The construction of Fushan City stopped for a while, and the workers all gathered here after having an extremely thin lunch.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside. I don't know how many people gathered here, listening attentively.

On the stage, an old man with white beard and hair but a face like a crown of jade was eloquent, talking about a plot of "Havoc in Heaven".

He uttered words clearly and his voice was so loud that he could be heard clearly even from a long distance away. Along with his words, it seemed as if there were changing scenes in front of everyone's eyes.

It seems that there is a monkey wearing a golden armor and holding a golden cudgel that is overturning the river and the sea, and the heavenly soldiers and generals are retreating steadily. In front of the Lingxiao Palace, he shouted the sentence: "The emperor takes turns, come to my house this year" slogan.

Saying this slogan is tantamount to blatantly abetting rebellion.

Not far away, Zhou Papi, the lord of Fushan City, had an extremely ugly face, but it was just ugly. He didn't do anything, and he didn't dare to do anything.

Not long ago, it was impossible for Fushan City to have a 'lunch break'. He wished that everyone would not eat or sleep in Zhucheng, let alone have such a 'storytelling'.

But everything changed after the caravan arrived.

At first, he saw how much money the caravan had entrusted with goods, and he was moved, but after all the people he sent out never returned, he knew that he had hit the iron plate.

And when the caravan left and the storyteller stayed, look at what he said, if he said it was not bad, it would be false, for fear that some people would be instigated by him to do something 'rebellious'.

Of course, if you want to say whether he dares to attack the storyteller of the other party, then he dare not.

Because, this storyteller is not taboo, and from time to time he will show a few surgical techniques, showing his identity as an immortal master.

Of course, none of them are the protagonists. The protagonist at this time is an unremarkable black and thin man in the dense crowd below.

This person's surname is Feng, and his name is 'Tie Zhu'. His parents naturally wanted him to be stronger by this name, but in reality, how can he be stronger when he doesn't have enough to eat?
Tie Zhu's skin was dark, his back was slightly bent, and he could barely make out a little immature face, but these were not important anymore.

He is an out-and-out farmer. Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren have been born by farming, but he doesn't like farming, and he doesn't like endless labor.

At this moment, he was staring at the stage, for fear of missing a word, his eyes were pure and bright on his dark face.

In a corner he couldn't see, a silk thread glowing with faint golden light seemed to sink into the clouds, connecting to a distant place.

At this time, a pair of eyes fell on him through a long distance. After observing for a while, he finally nodded with satisfaction, and said in a voice that no one could hear: "Not bad, then you Already!"

So, as soon as he pointed it out, an invisible stream of light flashed past and submerged into the iron pillar's body.

It really disappeared in a flash, as if something had changed, and it seemed as if nothing had happened. Looking back, the person on the cloud no longer paid attention to him, but turned his gaze to other directions.

It was night, and Feng Tiezhu had a dream, a long dream.

In his dream, he saw a lot of immortals who could fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

In the dream, he also saw many huge monsters with strange shapes.

Of course, because the dream was too long, he couldn't see it clearly, but at a certain point, everything seemed to slow down.

So, in the dream, he seemed to see the majestic and continuous Heavenly Palace standing on the clouds above the nine heavens, with golden light shining down, mysterious and majestic.

In his dream, he saw immortals riding clouds away, gods and men coming in the wind, guarded by strong men, and fairies busy.

They seemed to be holding a grand banquet, and the flat peaches exuding alluring luster were brought up one after another. Countless gods and gods watched the goddess dance gracefully; they chatted and laughed endlessly.

In the dream, he saw a monkey, it should be a monkey, it looks like a monkey, but it jumped out of the stone.

He became the monkey king of a mountain, but he was afraid of death. He walked in the human world, but he wanted to pursue the road of immortality.

He walked for a long time and searched for a long time, finally found a fairy mountain, and worshiped a fairy as his teacher.

He has learned great skills here, but he can make a somersault for a thousand miles, and he has 72 changes that can avoid three disasters and six calamities.

In the dream, he once entered the East China Sea Dragon Palace to hunt for treasures, took the Ruyi fine cudgel, and once served as an official in the heavenly court, raising a celestial horse to grow strong.

He once rebelled against the Heavenly Court, established his own name, gathered a group of demons to fight against the sky, and fought hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals.

In his dream, he played with giant spirits and generals, smashed the magic weapon of the Four Heavenly Kings, and fought endlessly with the great gods of the Three Altars of Haihui. In the end, he fought fiercely with Erlang God Yang Jian for [-] rounds, and was finally captured by mistake.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of the climax.

In the dream, the monkey was burned for seven to seven days in a huge furnace, but suddenly developed a pair of piercing eyes, then kicked over the alchemy furnace, picked up the golden cudgel, and hit the Lingxiao Palace.

He wants to crush Ling Xiao!
Even in a dream, Tie Zhu only felt that his blood was boiling, as if there was gushing emotion brewing in his heart, passionate.

Until the end of the dream, in the dark, there seemed to be a phantom shadow of a great saint with his feet on the ground, a tall man with three heads and six arms standing between the sky and the earth.

In the pervasive boundless emptiness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking down slightly, staring at the iron pillar like ants, and the seemingly absent voice shook the dream.

"You, would you like to believe in my grandson?"

Tie Zhu shouted almost without thinking: "I am willing!"

His voice was weak but firm, and the answer was only one word.

"good!"

……

The dream was finally over, and when Tie Zhu woke up, he even had the illusion of a thousand years, as if he had passed away.

But just when he was almost instinctively preparing to get out of bed and go to work, his mind was filled with all kinds of information.

He seemed to remember everything in the dream, but it seemed so far away, and what came out was more knowledge.

For example, how to build temples and temples, and shape statues of gods.

For example, how to be a qualified teacher.

For example, how to pray and pray to the Great Sage.

Another example is how to borrow divine power and use spells.

All these things filled his mind for a while, so that he couldn't see them all.

On this day, he did not go to work, but found a storyteller. Without any additional words, the storyteller immediately prepared the site, stone, brick and wood for him, and even made it himself.

So, almost unbelievably, a temple was built overnight in Fushan City. When the red cloth in front of the door was lifted, the words 'Dasheng Temple' appeared in front of everyone.

As a result, the sandalwood was faint, and the bells echoed, Feng Tiezhu turned into a temple priest, and with his efforts, the incense in this temple became more and more prosperous.

This, of course, is not an exception.

In fact, throughout Nanzhanbuzhou, and in any larger area, temples have sprung up from scratch.

Of course, it’s not just the Dasheng Temple, but also Erlang Temple, Juling Temple, Sanqing Temple, Four Heavenly King Temples, Leizu Temple, Caishen Temple, Zhenwu Temple, Yuelao Temple, etc...

Although each temple does not only help shape one god's statue, but there is one and only one main worshiper, and another temple priest takes care of it, and this is also Mo Chengjun's intention.

Although Mo Chengjun likes to sit on the Lingxiao Palace in the Illusory Heavenly Court, but he never thinks that he is the Jade Emperor.

Or, to be more precise, he could be any god in heaven.

The reason why so many are made is to better compare the differences between the incense and fire wishes. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the result of careful consideration.

……

Some things, like a snowball, as long as it starts to start, it will grow bigger and more popular as time goes by.

That's what faith is!

And with the establishment of temples and the efforts of each temple, the name of the heavenly court and the gods and Buddhas in the sky began to spread widely.

Naturally, what comes rolling in is the power of incense and fire.

With a sufficient supply of incense and wish power, Mo Chengjun also began to practice step by step to cultivate the second soul and the golden body of wish power.

It was really starting to get physically involved, and it felt different again.

To be exact, he read "The Golden Body of Wishing Power" before, no matter from any angle, he felt that this secret record was quite perfect.

Its shortcomings are probably similar to "Taiping Yugui Jing". There may be one or two places that do not conform to "reality", and a slight replacement will do.

But now?

He no longer thinks so.

To be exact, after really going deep into it and comprehending it more profoundly, the evaluation he gave again was only four words - full of loopholes.

That's right, the entire system of ghosts and gods is full of loopholes!
　The second update is delivered, although it is a bit late...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)