Strange world, I can seal the gods

Chapter 308 Crazy Daliang City

Does divine power not require money?
Gong Nanbei was stunned, and so was his wife.

Both of them are monks, so they naturally know the preciousness of divine power. Cui Yu's use of divine power to do such things is simply thankless.

To be precise, it is a loss-making business.

Divine power can be transformed into matter with supernatural powers, but matter cannot be reversed into divine power?
Does Cui Yu care about the consumption of divine power?

There is a great resentment species corpse ancestor, Cui Yu has a lot of supernatural power.

Not your average lot!
Cui Yu waved his hands to make sparks, chapters and chapters were branded on his clothes. Facing the questions from his mistress and Gong Nanbei, Cui Yu just urged with a smile, "Work."

Seeing this, Gong Nanbei didn't say much, but looked at Cui Yu more softly.

Mistress also took a deep look at Cui Yu, and a trace of mist rose in her eyes.

For monks, divine power is the most precious.

If you want to cultivate a ray of divine power, you need to work hard to collect the essence of the sun and the moon.I don't know how much hard work it will take day and night to condense a ray of divine blood.

With the help of my wife, the two little ones, and Wang Yi, 10,000+ pieces of clothes were branded in just a few days.

At this time, Tang Zhou also sent a secret message: "The matter has been settled."

In Daliang City
Xiang Family Mansion
Tang Chen looked at Zhihu obsequiously.

Since the Xiang family was expelled from Daliang City, Daliang City has had two rulers.

One is Tomson, and the other is Taiping Road.

The real person Nanhua defeated was only Zhou Tianzi, and there were countless bloodlines who hid behind the scenes and turned into a family of tens of thousands of years, overlooking the clouds rising and falling in the world.

It can be said that defeating the Emperor Zhou is only the beginning, and the goal of all Qi practitioners is to wipe out all bloodlines in the world and wipe out the bloodlines of gods and gods from heaven and earth.

The eight hundred princes thought that the goal of Qi trainers was to get rid of the oppression of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but they didn't know that Qi trainers' ambitions were much greater than everyone imagined.

Zhihu drank his tea quietly, he never seemed to worry that he didn't have enough time, running around and messing up the world.

Tang Chen lowered his eyebrows and stood aside respectfully.

Looking at Tang Chen who was standing aside, Zhihu put down the teacup in his hand: "You took the Daliang City of the Xiang family, no matter what the Xiang family did, they would never let it go. There must be a conflict between Daxia and Dayu. "

"My lord, please show me." Tang Chen saluted respectfully.

Although he hooked up with Taipingdao, he still didn't dare to disobey the court, and he didn't dare not take the Great Zhou court seriously.

"The king of the people has orders to support the old Confucian scholars with all their strength, and help the old Confucian scholars to become enlightened." Zhihu took out a bright yellow scroll from his sleeve, raised his hand and handed it to Tang Chen.

Tang Chen looked at the bright yellow scroll in front of him, his eyes were full of surprise and astonishment, and he stared at Zhihu in disbelief.

"What? Are you going against the decree of the king?" Zhihu looked at Tang Chen quietly with eyes that couldn't see clearly.

"Don't dare! I dare not!" Tang Chen quickly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times before shaking off the dust on his sleeves, raised his hands above his head, and put away the decree with a respectful expression.

Does he dare not accept the decree of the king?

Now that the Great Zhou Dynasty has lost face in Kunlun Mountains, he never minds taking Da Xia under his knife.

Do you really think that everyone will win for sure if they severely injure Emperor Zhou in Kunlun Mountain?
What a joke!
None of the elders and generals from Da Zhou arrived.

How could the foundation accumulated by Da Zhou for 5000 years of exploiting the world be as simple as it appeared on the surface?
"Has the old Suan Confucianist defected to the court?" Tang Chen carefully put away the imperial decree, then looked at Zhihu with a pair of eyes, and asked tentatively.

"You don't care what you do, it's just in your territory, in Daliang City, you just have to fully cooperate with the old Suanru's movements." Zhihu stood up slowly:
"You must not make small moves. The background of our Da Zhou is not something you chickens and dogs can make wrong ideas."

After speaking, he walked out of the gate with his hands behind his back, leaving Tang Chen standing in the yard. After a long time of contemplation, he walked out quickly through the back door and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Walking in the crowd, thousands of thoughts flickered in Tang Chen's mind, and he couldn't help rolling up a thousand waves: Is the court not covering up now?

Mijia Mansion in Daliang City

Wu Guang looked up at the catkins under the big tree, his eyes were thoughtful.

"My lord, Tang Chen is here." A warrior from Taiping Dao hurried to the yard, waking Wu Guang who was in deep thought.

"What is he here for?" Wu Guang was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Tell him to come in."

Not long after, I saw Tang Chen rushing in from the door in a hurry, looking at Wu Guang with a serious expression: "I want to see the real Tang Zhou and Tang."

"What did you do when you saw Qu Shuai?" Wu Guang turned his head and asked.

Back then when Taipingdao and Daxia joined forces to capture Daliang City, Daliang City was occupied by Tang Chen, which made Wu Guang very unhappy.

Although Wu Guang died, the demon who manipulated Wu Guang's body was still extremely unhappy.

He is the incarnation of a certain big man, but he wants to use this demon to accomplish big things, who knows that something went wrong at a critical moment.Refined by people alive, became a puppet, and the demons were controlled by people.

"The old sour scholar Li Ming took refuge in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty." Tang Chen said with a serious face.

Wu Guang was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't know the news.

"I see, I will pass the news to Shuai Qu." Wu Guang replied solemnly.

Then I saw Tang Chen sneaking away, leaving Wu Guang standing in the yard thinking: "It's too messy! It's too messy! What are these people trying to do? Daliang City is not a place to stay forever."

In Daliang City
Cui Yu's mountain pork shop quietly changed its appearance and became a mountain printing and dyeing shop.

There were huge crowds of people in front of the shop, and a large area was crowded with traffic, blocking up the entire street.

crazy!

The traffickers and pawns in Daliang City are crazy!
As long as you believe in the way of peace, you can get three catties of corn by branding unknown words and chapters on the carts, poles, and baskets.Excellent corn!

It is the finest corn that only the nobles can afford!

And for those who are poor, the shop also distributes free clothes.

Although all kinds of strange articles were branded on the clothes, making the whole clothes gaudy and somewhat unorthodox, but these people who were running around for three meals a day did not find it ugly at all.

Some people give out clothes for free, and they also give them to everyone to wear for free. What's ugly?What kind of bicycle do you want?
And this is a character that can only be understood by nobles. Wearing it on my body gives me the feeling that I am also a scholar, and I am also a master.

A load of corn was handed out, Gong Nanbei was so tired that he couldn't stand up straight, and his wife leaned against the door frame, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Wang Yi is busy running around at this time, constantly moving the corn piled up in the backyard.

The corn piled up into a mountain decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but was filled up by Cui Yu casually.

As long as the words of the sages and sages are branded on the car, the toilet, and the shoulder pole, you can get a piece of clothing, or even three bowls of corn, and the people at the bottom of Daliang City will go crazy.

Seeing the turbulent crowd outside, Mistress showed a hint of worry in her eyes, and turned to look at Cui Yu: "Is it really effective?"

Cui Yu smiled when he heard the words: "Master, don't worry, those aristocratic elders don't stay at home all day, as long as they go out, they can see this ubiquitous advertisement. One person recites a sentence, and thousands of people recite, Thousands of people recite it for a long time, and it is worth countless hard work."

"How much corn is left?" Mistress asked worriedly as she looked at the ever-decreasing corn in the backyard.

"Enough to feed the people of Daliang City for ten years." Cui Yufeng said calmly.

Looking at Cui Yu, who was calm and calm, my wife suddenly felt that Cui Yu must be a person who will do great things in the future.

This is a very courageous person!
Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves, raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, with a look of thought in his eyes: "Brother, I'm really too busy, so let's hire a few people."

Although Gong Nanbei is a monk, strong strength does not mean that he is not tired, nor does it mean lasting.

It's like some boys, hard and steel, but it doesn't mean that it takes a long time.

Cui Yu was relaxed, just standing in the room, maintaining order and checking for mistakes and omissions.

"That's good, it's really necessary to hire people." Gong Nanbei originally wanted to do it himself, but seeing the endless crowd of people, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Cui Yu randomly selected more than [-] beggars from the crowd, and then called them to the backyard. After a while of grooming, he began to arrange people to go to work directly.

Cui Yu's rules were simple: Those who have horses, horses, poles, and flags can get corn by branding the flags.And before the words are downplayed, I can come to receive three bowls of corn every day.In this way, it can prevent everyone from trying to erase the words on it when they fight back.

Those who don't have carts and horses, as long as they can spare the clothes on their bodies and have articles branded on them, they can also come to receive corn.

And the more articles you branded, the more corn you received.

Every day, I come in clothes, and I can also receive corn.

Then there are free clothes for people.

As long as you can come for half a month, you can get a Cui Yu's 'customized' clothes.After getting the customized clothes, the amount of corn you receive every day can be one more bowl than usual.

So the tailors in Daliang City went crazy, and countless tailors came to their door, begging to cooperate with Cui Yu.

A piece of clothing was made day and night.

The traffickers and pawns in Daliang City went crazy, carrying poles, driving chariots and horses, and forming a long line in front of the gate.

The common people in Daliang City also went crazy. One by one, the common people found out the largest size of clothes, came to Cui Yu's shop, and left with bags of corn in their arms.

Cui Yu stood on the top of the room, looking at the yellow and emaciated common people below, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

The year before last, there was a severe drought in the world, and Daliang City, as the center of female demons, was the first to bear it.

Since the severe drought, the people around Liangjie Mountain have not recovered.

Kunlun Mountain fell a few days ago, where do you think Kunlun Mountain fell?
Isn't it in the fields of the people?
Countless people turned into refugees.

Looking at the yellow and emaciated refugees, Cui Yu couldn't tell what it was like.

Zhihu and Tang Zhou did not know when they stood on a certain restaurant, looking at the countless believers who chanted: "Old Immortal of Nanhua, with boundless magic power", Zhihu couldn't help but feel dizzy: "You are using a public weapon for private use. Private bag."

"It can be regarded as the last thing I do for Master." Tang Zhou said: "Among this group of people, there must be lucky ones who have obtained the good fortune of the Kunlun world. It is also a good thing to say. It also reduces my guilt of betraying the Taipingdao!"

Tang Zhou sighed leisurely, watching the rolling crowd without saying a word.

The elders of the Taiping Dao are all talented people who he picked out from the beggars one by one, or picked out from ordinary people.

Some of these people have followed him for hundreds of years, and some have followed him for decades.

He always leaves a way out for them!
"The rivers and lakes are far away, we go and return together." Tang Zhou muttered in a low voice, "I can't ask them to stay in the rivers and lakes because of some people's filth."

At the side, Zhihu lay his hands on the railing, looked at the busy street, and muttered: "The merit is immeasurable!"

"I appreciate this kid more and more now. Liangjie Mountain has encountered a catastrophe, and many people will starve to death. Now that there is his food, many people can survive. To the common people, he is a living Bodhisattva." Zhihu looked at Cui Yu who was standing on the pavilion drinking tea quietly, and couldn't help but look admiring.

Being above the temple, you will probably always admire those good people who are really willing to do practical things for the people.

but
Seeing the peddlers picking up corn, some people couldn't sit still.

The dying beggars who had been starving for an unknown amount of time in Daliang City looked at the sacks of corn, their eyes glowed green.

If you want to go up to get corn, but look at your ragged clothes, where can you brand your words?

"Brother, I want rice." At this moment, a ragged, disheveled, hungry skinny beggar pushed through the crowd and rushed into the rice shop.

The little brother hired by Cui Yu looked at the beggar with a pair of eyes, showing a bewildered expression. From the beginning to the end, there was no place where words could be branded.

Can the tattered clothes be branded with words?
"I don't wear clothes, I brand them." The beggar simply tore off the clothes on his body and looked at the man in charge of branding.

The clerk was taken aback when he heard this, Cui Yu's order was not included in this one.

He didn't dare to make decisions on his own.

Upstairs, Cui Yu couldn't help laughing when he saw this interesting scene: "There are no rules, and you can't make a square. But I see that you are sincere. After you have written words on your body, there is no corn, but I can reward you with a bowl of rice porridge. You On the first day of branding, if the color is not washed off, you can come here to get the branding on the second day and get a bowl of rice porridge. After seven days, if the color has not faded, you can come here to get corn."

Cui Yu is not a stingy person either, how could Cui Yu not be generous if he used the blood of the corpse ancestor as a favor?
Moreover, he felt that his divine blood seemed to have inexplicably increased these days, and it always poured into his body inexplicably!

He really has too much blood to use.

After Cui Yu's words fell, the beggars in Daliang City went crazy!
(End of this chapter)