Prehistoric: At the beginning of the sword cut the statue of Nuwa

Chapter 6 Amitabha, a Thunder

One who is in charge of finances can allow him to build an army of his own, and then implement policies or launch wars, requiring his support and cooperation.

One is in charge of the ritual system, and the ritual system is order and rules, and shoulders the responsibility of educating the people.

The etiquette system is equivalent to the propaganda departments and newspapers of later generations.

If he wants to change the human race, he must control these two things.

Therefore, his first goal is to pull these two ministers who are in charge of important positions and who are familiar with the operation of financial etiquette into his boat.

Liwei's goal has been achieved.

But it is impossible to reverse the situation of the human race, establish one's own power, and rely on oneself.

As for the characters of the two, the treacherous ministers they bear, and the name of faint ministers, Di Xin scoffed at them.

A knife that can kill is good enough.

A bridge that can help him achieve his goal is a good bridge.

Rape and greed are things that can only be dealt with after the overall situation is stable.

At this time, the human race is troubled internally and externally, and those who are able to help him complete his plan are the loyal ministers in his eyes.

As for those who are rotten and have rigid thinking, no matter how stupid and loyal they are, they are useless in his eyes.

Capability and obedience are the only criteria for him to choose a helper at this time.

But Youhun, who is greedy for money, afraid of death, and good at flattering, and Wei Ziwen, who is cunning and afraid of death, are the best to control.

Money and power are the easiest things for him to give at this time.

What he fears the most are those so-called loyal ministers who want to be named.

Hearing Di Xin calling them, You Hun and Wei Ziqi shuddered at the same time, looking pale.

In the scene of Di Xin's actions just now, he cut off Fei Zhong without hesitation, and let them know that if they are disobedient, Di Xin will kill them and will never be soft-hearted.

What's the matter with this madman calling them?

A huge sense of badness quickly occupied their entire hearts.

"clang!"

Just at this moment, two big bronze swords were thrown in front of them, and the crisp sound of the swords reverberated in Nu Wa's palace. Once they heard the sound, they knew that they were good swords for cutting iron like mud.

"Take up the sword, give it to me, and carve a poem on the wall."

King Zhou's whispered, hesitant voice came to the two people's ears like a devil's voice, making them sweat continuously on their foreheads, and their hands and feet trembled.

What good poems can a lunatic who chopped up the statue of the Virgin Mary and Nuwa of the human race make.

Moreover, this is a human temple, how could it be portrayed casually.

Once it gets out, not only King Zhou, but even them will be in danger and will be reviled by the entire human race.

But the two dared not resist. Even after being forced to the end of the cliff, even King Zhou had his hands behind his back and his back to them, they did not dare to strike with their swords. Instead, they tremblingly walked towards Di Xinyi's wall.

The character of fear of death, at this moment, is most vividly expressed.

They could only pray in their hearts. King Zhou just wrote poems to express feelings on a whim, not some excessive poems.

They didn't even dare to think about it.

Many ministers opened their eyes angrily, watching the actions of the two, and wanted to reprimand them, but they didn't dare to move at all.

Di Xin's decisive killing is still vivid in my mind.

They only hated the two of them for not daring to resist Di Xin, so why didn't they learn from Fei Zhong.

"I say one sentence, you engrave one sentence."

"Yes... yes, great, great king!"

The voices of the two trembled.

At this moment, the scene in Nuwa's Hall has already attracted the attention of all the gods and Buddhas, and even the six saints.

But Chaoge is the royal city of the human race, which gathers the luck of the entire human race.

Before the decline of the Shang Dynasty, any cultivator, no matter the Daluo Jinxian, the quasi-sage, or even the saint, would be backlashed by the luck of the human race if he did it here.

Among the saints paying attention to this place, Zhunti was a little confused:

"King Zhou wants to write a poem!"

"I haven't made a move to influence King Zhou's sanity yet!"

The original intention of Zhunti was that when the Zhou Dynasty worshiped, they secretly exerted influence, let King Zhou write poems to anger Nuwa, make Nuwa and Jiejiao confront each other, speed up the process of conferring gods, and send Jiejiao's disciples to the list of conferring gods.

But before he could make a move, King Zhou actually beheaded the statue of Nuwa, and now he wanted to compose a poem according to his plan.

"It has nothing to do with me!"

Zhunti smiled wryly, what is it all about.

Fortunately, at this time, the heavenly secrets were chaotic, and Nuwa couldn't figure out his plan.

Otherwise, if she figured it out, she would come to Chaoge in secret, exert influence on King Zhou, and cut off the statue of Nuwa, so she would have to come to Babaoshan to fight with him.

The statue of Nuwa is related to Nuwa's luck in the human race, and it is also the calculation of Taoist ancestors.

Even if he didn't see it, he could still imagine the extent to which Nuwa was furious at this time.

"The Fengluan treasure tent is very beautiful, full of exquisite makeup.

Ququ distant mountains fly green, dancing sleeves and reflecting the clouds.

The pear blossoms bring rain to compete for beauty, and the peony cage is full of smoke and make-up. "

At this moment, Di Xin slowly began to spit out poems, and You Hun and Wei Ziqi trembled when they heard it.

How supreme is Nuwa Empress, how can it be described as a harem concubine who is fighting for favor.

"puff!"

"Your Majesty, Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, so you must not be so blasphemy."

At this moment, an old minister yelled, spewed a mouthful of blood, and was about to crawl to Di Xin's feet and beg bitterly.

"Guan Meng committed crimes against his superiors, deprived him of his position as a doctor, and ransacked his home."

"Put it in prison, and three days later, the whole family will be smashed in public."

Di Xin turned his head and gave him an indifferent look, and said coldly.

"Yes!"

Two deep palace guards escorted him out.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at the many pale-faced ministers with meaningful eyes.

He deeply understands the truth that top-down reforms must be done with iron and blood, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Only the way to go is different, there is no right or wrong.

For those who have different paths, being soft-hearted is cruel to oneself.

As soon as this remark came out, many ministers who wanted to speak out were silent.

It's too cruel.

It's fine if you die, you can still leave a clear name and fight for the future of future generations.

But the whole family was torn apart, how bloody it was.

"Bastard, bastard, ah!"

And at this moment, there was a shout of anger from the chaos, and a chaos tsunami rolled up in the whole chaos, with boundless pressure rolling.

Nuwa was furious, she was a dignified saint, and she was humiliated by the little people.

She can imagine what kind of uproar this poem will cause in the entire human race after it is spread, and what kind of impact it will have on the thinking of the human race.

For countless years, the supreme image she has painstakingly created will be damaged.

Even if the human race doesn't say it, once this taboo is broken by King Zhou, the human race will have such dirty thoughts about her in their hearts.

unimaginable.

The damage to her image will affect how much luck she gets from the human race.

Even at this time, Nuwa could clearly feel that after the statue of Nuwa was chopped into pieces in Chaoge, her luck was constantly passing.

As soon as this verse comes out, how much will it cause to pass away.

"what is the problem."

Nu Wa took a long breath, clenched her teeth, her perfect face flushed with anger.

King Zhou, for no reason, after chopping up her statue like an enemy.

Suddenly, his personality changed drastically, and he asked her such obscene poems.

This scene is so weird, it seems to be aimed at her luck in the human race.

But King Zhou, even if he has the luck of three human races, how can a mere mortal think of targeting her luck in the human race.

But at this moment, Zhunti, the supreme saint, was dumbfounded.

It was his plan to inscribe poems to Nuwa.

But he hasn't done anything yet!
"But you have to be enchanting and able to move, and get back Changle to serve the king."

After Di Xin uttered the last sentence slowly, with a devout face, he folded his hands together, and gently uttered four words:

"Amitabha!"

"boom!"

At this moment, in the sky, a thunderbolt streaked across the sky.

(End of this chapter)