Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 3 The hero pool is very deep

The stars are bright and the glow is hazy.

Different from the splendid Nuwa Palace on the ground, the Wa Palace where Nuwa lives is quiet and quiet.

A small crescent moon hangs in the side hall, emitting cold and clear moonlight.

A woman who was so beautiful that one dared not think of a trace of blasphemy was dressing up in front of the mirror.

She has the body of a snake and the tail of a snake. She has an upright posture and every move exudes the charm of merit. She is none other than the Holy Mother of the human race - Nuwa.

"The saintly appearance is the most beautiful in history?"

There was a smile on Nuwa's lips, and she said to herself:

"No one has praised me like this in many years."

She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded:
"It's not an exaggeration. Isn't it true that even the most beautiful people in the world are made in my image?"

A demon maid appeared outside the palace, knelt on the ground and said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, please ask the saint to see you."

When Nuwa heard this name, her original happy mood disappeared.

She put down her comb and sneered:

"Let him in."

"Yes."

Not long after, a well-built Taoist came to the side hall.

He slapped his head and said with a smile:
"Fellow Taoist, you have violated the agreement."

Nuwa said without looking back:
"What agreement?"

"That day in Zixiao Palace, when Senior Brother Sanqing signed the list of Gods, we made an agreement with Dao Ancestor not to interfere with the destiny of heaven."

"Oh?" Nuwa played with the small cauldron on the table and pointed out: "Who is interfering with the destiny?"

Zhunti squinted his eyes to avoid the question, "The great catastrophe is brewing, the Shang Dynasty has exhausted its energy, and the Zhou Dynasty is about to be established. At this juncture, Taoist friends are performing court songs, and are also giving the divine cauldron to control the country. I don't know what they want to do." ?”

"Of course it is in response to the children's filial piety," Nuwa turned around, stared at Zhunti with her starry eyes, and said softly: "Besides, the catastrophe is approaching, the heavens are in chaos, and the human world is full of energy. Even the Taoist ancestors cannot predict it. If you don’t know the future direction, who told you that the Shang Dynasty has run out of energy?”

She raised her head slightly, her snake body stood upright and looked down at Zhunti, her tone became extremely cold:
"It's just that you evolved the catastrophe on your own for your own benefit, and wanted to replace the real catastrophe of heaven and earth with the catastrophe created by you."

Nuwa's surroundings reverberated with terrifying power, and all kinds of sounds rang out in the air, including babies laughing, men singing, dancers ringing bells, and monsters roaring...

She stared at Zhunti condescendingly, with anger hidden in her eyebrows:

"The method is good, but if you want to start your catastrophe in my palace in the human world, I might forget who I am."

"If it weren't for the sudden awakening of Shang Dynasty's great Zhu who was counterattacked by Heavenly Dao, would it be time for me to follow your wishes and destroy the Shang Dynasty?"

"I am a man made of clay, but I am not made of clay."

The purple eyes cast an overwhelming sense of oppression, making Zhunti grit his teeth, but did not dare to move rashly.

The three realms of heaven, earth, and man have shaped thousands of worlds. As the supreme human being, Nuwa, as long as she does not commit suicide, no cataclysm of heaven and earth will deprive her of her holy status. One can imagine her strength.

He bit the bullet and said:
"Fellow Taoist, if you interfere again and cause a real catastrophe, let alone the Shang Dynasty, all races will wither by then, and even the human race you created will not be able to escape destruction!"

The side hall was quiet.

Nuwa fell silent after hearing these words.

What Zhunti said is probably true.

The heavenly secrets are chaotic, and no one can deduce what the real catastrophe is, but the saint can feel that there is endless death intention brewing in the heaven and earth.

This is the greatest disaster since the creation of the world by the great god Pangu. Not even a speck of dust under the saints can escape.

Nuwa slowly sat down and her tone became much calmer:

"The Human Emperor and Da Zhu celebrate their birthday together. This is the greatest sincerity of the human race. I will still go to Chaoge. Since you can evolve a great catastrophe, a cauldron that suppresses luck must not have much impact. It is just that I will do my best for my children." It’s just a small reward for filial piety.”

She turned around and continued dressing up. There was no joy in her heart anymore, and she said coldly:

"Fellow Daoist, is there anything else?"

"The three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb are needed to start the catastrophe. Please don't interfere, please."

"..."

Seeing that Nuwa did not refuse, Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared into the palace.

...

Song.

In the ancestral temple, Baiyao and Di Xin sat cross-legged facing the tablets of their ancestors, closing their eyes and concentrating.The news of Da Zhu's awakening has spread throughout Chaoge, and Di Xin also sent people to various parts of the territory to spread the news to the people of the world.

This is a big event, which means that the rumors that the royal family was abandoned by the ancestors after Da Zhu fell into sleep have been disproven, and it means that the Shang Dynasty can hear the voices from the ancestors and gods again.

As long as Di Xin seizes the opportunity to promote the legitimacy of Dashang, he can deter those princes who are ready to make a move.

But now he faced a question:
How to get along with Da Zhu?
He glanced at Baiyao quietly and swallowed.

Not to mention the identity of Da Zhu, Ziyao himself belongs to the royal family, and is the descendant of Da Zhu, the god of war and Zique, who was famous throughout the Wu Ding period. He is now over 100 years old.

He has taken charge of everything since the day he sat on the throne, and now he wants to delegate the power regarding sacrifices...

Is there such a good thing?

Di Xin had had enough of having to do divination for big and small things, and he couldn't hear the voices of his ancestors, so he just pretended to do it every time.

Now that Da Zhu wakes up, he can finally leave these messy things to him...

At this time, Baiyao opened his eyes, nodded piously to the past kings, and said:

"I see."

Di Xin's eyes widened.

what do you know?

Is it so easy to communicate with ancestors?

Why not sacrifice hundreds of prisoners of war and burn some turtle shells or something?

Baiyao looked at Di Xin, "The ancestors said that there are indeed demons causing trouble."

Di Xin frowned, "Who?"

Baiyao folded his sleeves with both hands, "The fate of the country is declining, and we can only get some vague information. The demons in the court and the royal family have to find out to appease the anger of the ancestors."

"Someone has been sent to investigate."

Di Xin was very angry about the fact that he had been bewitched. The Shang people paid most attention to sacrifices. In addition to their own gods, they only respected Nuwa.

The royal family would not let him go if he desecrated the object of sacrifice, let alone the people of Great Shang.

The external environment was not good to begin with. If there were problems within the royal family, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Some people say that the luck protector has been enchanted by witchcraft. I am so ashamed of my ancestors. From now on, I will cultivate my moral character and capture more slaves to sacrifice to my ancestors."

"Well...it doesn't have to be like this."

Baiyao didn't follow God Xin's thinking rhythm, thinking that someone could actually connect self-cultivation and human sacrifice.

Di Xin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said quickly:

"You also think it's not good to sacrifice slaves. Would the ancestors be happy to see a group of lowly people? It would be great to take them to the army or build a city. As Igu sees it, if you want to sacrifice, just find a few royal families to sacrifice, or those individuals The princes have a noble status, and the ancestors will definitely be satisfied!"

Baiyao did not interrupt Di Xin's speech, but looked at him quietly, carefully feeling the difference between their views.

"Then next time I'll ask the ancestors what they want."

He replied.

This big wish is quite easy to get along with. Di Xin nodded with satisfaction.

After a moment of silence, he said again:

"Nuwa Empress is coming to Chaoge. The details of the celebration have been prepared by Uncle Wang and the Prime Minister, but the people who will participate in the celebration have not yet been decided. Da Zhu also knows that this kind of welcoming the gods has never happened before, and I hope Da Zhu will Zhu Qi asked the ancestors, what kind of people are suitable to participate?"

When Baiyao heard this, he closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, and began to "communicate with his ancestors".

About a quarter of an hour later, he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the ancestral tablets again, and said:

"I see."

Did you know again?
Di Xin looked at Baiyao and then at his ancestors, not knowing how to express the complicated emotions in his heart.

If only running the country was that simple.

Baiyao said:
"The Queen's decree is to celebrate with the people of Great Shang, so there is no need to worry about identity issues, but the ancestors said that some people must come to participate."

"Which?"

"Jizhou Hou Suhu's family, Chentangguan general soldier Li Jing's family, Sanshanguan general soldier Deng Jiugong's family..."

After naming a series of names, Baiyao paused and said seriously:
"There is also a general named Kong Xuan. If he is not at Sanshan Pass, please make sure to find him."

(End of this chapter)