Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 712
After a long while, there was a sound of galloping from far to near, and Wen Zhong, who was riding a dirty black unicorn and carrying a male and female whip, came back panting, and saw only his master, the Holy Mother of Jinling, standing alone in Zhuxian Before killing the battle, he pulled the reins and asked with a confused face: "Master, where are the others?"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit briefly told him what happened just now, and he laughed happily.

He was a great business master, and he was played with like a monkey by the people who explained the teachings. After playing with him for so long, he finally let out a breath of anger.

"By the way." Wen Zhong put away his smile, and said with a serious old face: "The second-generation disciples of Chanjiao are gone, but there are still many third-generation disciples with amazing combat power, such as Yang Jian, Nezha, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, and others. You are not an idler, you still need a master to do it."

Originally, as the leader of the monks in the world and the representative of the Jiejiao in the world, he didn't need to bother the master, but during the war during this period, those who could be used were basically sent to the list of gods.

"This Nature"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit readily agreed.

A moment later, the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit broke into Zhou Jun's camp alone.

Although Nezha, Yang Jian, and others are all disciples selected among thousands, the gap between them and a peak golden fairy like the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit is too great.

The magic weapon was confiscated in one face-to-face, and the tyrannical body didn't last long before they were all defeated.

The most outstanding have failed, let alone the other weak chickens.

This suspenseless battle ended easily in just two quarters of an hour.

Except that Nezha is a fierce character, he fought to the end, was sent to the list of gods, and became a god ruled by the heaven.

Everyone else chose to join the interception.

The war of gods is over, and the rest will be easy to handle.

Wen Taishi led the army who had been abused during this period, and they crushed towards Zhou's territory like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Few of the resisting Zhou army dared to resist, and it was only a matter of time before they won the final victory.

Chaoge, the royal palace, was lifeless as usual, the ground was covered with weeds, bird droppings were everywhere, no one cleaned it, and there were only a dozen or so servants, who were basically old-fashioned and unable to do their jobs.

Before, Zishou went mad and killed all the young ones,
These old antiques escaped unharmed because they lived in a relatively remote place.

Suddenly, a beautiful bird flew out from the gloomy main hall of the palace. The old servants all trembled, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was only a bird.

In the main hall of the palace.

Wearing a robe that hasn't been changed for an unknown amount of time, the unshaven Zi Shou quietly looked at the queen lying in the coffin, motionless.

Like a lifeless statue.

Suddenly, a tall shadow covered him.

His vision fell into darkness.

"The King"

Someone yelled.

This voice seems to have been heard somewhere.

Zishou's numb mind recovered a little bit.

This voice seemed to be someone very familiar with him.

A vague face flashed in Zishou's mind, at the same time, he slowly raised his head, the person who came was none other than the national teacher who had been away for a long time.

"National teacher, quickly save the queen of the widow"

Zishou's eyes lit up, and he said hastily.

Cao Yi suddenly turned into light rain and dissipated into the void.

Zi Shou was stunned for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, it turned out that it was just his hallucination.

The national teacher did not come back.

Sighing, his gaze returned to the queen's discolored face.

That peerless and youthful woman back then was about to wither like a flower that had left its rhizome.

I don't know how long it took, the orange sunset came in little by little, adding a little color to the queen's face.

Zishou couldn't help reaching out to touch the queen's face.

Suddenly, a figure covered him.

Zishou raised his head slowly, saw that it was Cao Yi, and asked uncertainly: "National Teacher, are you really the one who came back?"

"Um"

Cao Yi looked at the emperor with some emotion.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he, who is supreme, is just a toy in the hands of a sage, who can play with it however he wants.

"National teacher, quickly help the widow to resurrect the queen"

Zishou said pleadingly.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to know the outcome of the battle?"

Cao Yi said.

Only then did Zishou remember the great battle, and asked, "How was the great war?"

"The five saints, except for the Supreme, all died"

Cao Yi said.

"Four Saints Died"

Zishou opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Cao Yi.

If someone else said it, he would definitely take it as crazy.

That is the immortal saint who lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, but four of them died.

"Won't Taoist Hongjun get angry?"

Zishou said in a bit of a daze.

"The one who has merged with the way of heaven, only the balance of heaven and earth, has no emotions, and doesn't care who dies"

Cao Yi explained.

Zishou nodded suddenly.

"Zhunti is dead"

Zishou's eyes suddenly lit up.

Zhunti can be said to be the person he hates the most.

"A good death, a good death..."

He muttered.

Cao Yi walked to the coffin and brought the queen back to life with his supernatural powers.

In a short period of time, two consecutive deaths caused great damage to the queen's soul, and she did not wake up for a while.

"The queen is very weak now, she will be fine in a few days"

Cao Yi said.

Zishou walked up to Cao Yi and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master Guo."

"The matter here is over, and the poor should go"

Cao Yi said with a smile.

When Zishou heard that Cao Yi was leaving, he was anxious, "Where is the national teacher going?"

"Where it's supposed to be"

Cao Yi answered vaguely.

"Can the national teacher wait until the widow abolishes the slaves before leaving?"

Zishou asked.

"Abolition of slavery?"

Cao Yi was very surprised by Zishou's decision.

You must know that Zishou is the biggest slave owner in the world.

To abolish slavery is to be against oneself.

"People live in this world, who is more noble than whom, and who is lower than whom, after the ups and downs of this period of time, the widow can see through."

Zishou has a disillusioned tone.

"It should be more than that"

Cao Yi looked at Zishou with a half-smile.

Zishou smiled awkwardly and said: "I know that I can't hide it from the national teacher. There is another reason. The widow is only the lord of the big business in name. The real power has always been in the hands of the princes and nobles at all levels. If the widow wants to centralize power, it must Have the power to fight against them. And the slaves who have been neglected are the best targets."

This explains it.

Cao Yi put away his smile and said, "Centralization of power will inevitably lead to bloody conflicts. Your Majesty must be mentally prepared."

"The widow is already ready"

Zishou said.

Cao Yi didn't say anything more.

A few days later, Zishou's order to abolish slavery spread quickly throughout the world.

In the royal city, local nobles, large and small, were angry.

The king actually sided with those lowly slaves.

It was they who wrote to express their opposition.

Zishou was stubborn.

The abolitionist movement was vigorously carried out.

Of course, the aristocrats make stumbling blocks inevitable.

(End of this chapter)