This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 55 Never Worship Saints, Worship Kings
Dragon Inn.

Ding Guangxian sat in front of the window as usual, eating a big pot of steaming fox radish and pheasant soup.

This fox radish is a rare thing that does not exist in the world.

It is said that the king of Shang found it from the fairy mountain, and gave it the name. Later, it was passed down to the people by the kitchen chef in the palace, and it was deeply loved by the people.

I don't know what this thing has to do with foxes.

but.

When Ding Guangxian saw it for the first time, he had a strange feeling.

This thing was made for me.

With a wave of his hand, a piece of stewed Chaoge local fox radish flew into his mouth, and the rich taste of Xuanyuanqiu chicken juice melted on the tip of his tongue.

"It is said that golden immortals do not enter the world of mortals, and are easily contaminated with the misery of the world of mortals. If they are light, they will fall down in Taoism, and if they are serious, they will never recover."

"Why does this immortal feel that life in this world is much happier than sitting quietly and reciting scriptures?"

"So cool and unrestrained for thousands of years, so what if you will be trapped forever?"

He lay on a rattan rocking chair, shook his head, picked up a glass of fine wine, drank it into his mouth, and said while drinking:
"It's a beautiful day, but what a day, it's a pleasure to listen to Goulan."

"Shang Wang's words, the Tao has exhausted the pleasures of the world."

"If I hadn't defected to the sage of the West and wanted to help Naxiqi destroy the merchants, maybe I would have had a drink with this Emperor Xin."

Just now.

A majestic sound suddenly came, and he was so shocked that he choked on a mouthful of strong wine and fell off the reclining chair.

"Yuan Hong, a casual cultivator in the mountains, asks the king for title!"

This voice echoed over Chaoge City for a long time.

"Yuan Hong!?"

Ding Guangxian stood up with shock in his eyes!

He is the ancestor of the rabbit demon.

Yuan Hong is the head of ape spirits.

As a fellow demon cultivator, Ding Guangxian had already heard about the Meishan Demon King who had attained Taoism from a white ape.

rumor.

This white ape stole from nowhere to learn the magic skill of protecting the teachings of the Taoist sect - Nine Turns Xuan Gong.

The law of the sky and the earth, 72 transformations, the cultivation of the whole body reaches the sky.

He is no match either.

"No, no, no! Yuan Hong can hit me ten times, one hundred times, and he can stab me to death with a single monkey hair..."

Ding Guangxian couldn't help shivering, the radish soup in his hand was shaking everywhere, and thousands of thoughts flashed in his mind.

"This white ape has been cultivating for many years, and he has a great opportunity. He is only one step away from becoming the Immortal Golden Immortal."

"Now, when he is retreating and enlightening, he actually abandons the immortal way and asks the king for title??"

"Am I crazy, or is he crazy?"

Immortal Dingguang frowned in deep thought, and he always felt that this ape was not so simple before.

"It's better to tell the saint about this matter."

Ding Guangxian thought for a moment, and took out a crystal clear linden branch out of thin air. He picked a leaf and flicked it with his fingers.

Suddenly, a mysterious green light passed through the world and flew to 33 days.

……

33 days outside.

Leiyin Ancient Temple.

Zhunti searched for Yuan Hong in Meishan but failed. Just as he stepped back from the void, he saw a leaf of original origin flying towards him.

This is the bodhi leaf he left for Immortal Chang-Er Dingguang to protect his body.

"The rabbit monster has been away for so long, and finally sent a message?"

"Could it be that something happened to Chaoge?"

Zhunti picked up the flower and pinched the leaf with one finger, sensing the thoughts in the bodhi leaf.

"Yuan Hong, the white ape spirit, asks the King of Shang for title."

Zhunti suddenly bristled with anger, and there was a monstrous anger in his eyes.

The linden leaves turned to powder in his hands.

next moment.

A vast coercion enveloped the entire prehistoric world!

All the gods and gods were interrupted from their trance again, and they opened their eyes one after another.

"Is Shengwei worthless?"

"Again?"

The gods and immortals had no choice but to submit to the holy power.

……

At this time in the world.

Wherever there is a city wall, there is a momentum gathered.

This aura is extremely conspicuous in the prehistoric land, like a flickering light in the dark night!

The aura of Chaoge is the most powerful, connecting the land where the human race thrives into a land of flickering lights.

Zhunti Saint's holy prestige was overwhelming, but he was blocked by this aura and could not enter the world.

In the territory of Dashang.

Passes of all roads.

The general soldiers raised their heads and looked towards the void. They stood in the human world with their bodies straight.

……

33 Outside the sky, there are still several boundaries.

Before Zhunti's holy power arrived, he was directly annihilated by the luck of the great religion condensed in the void.

Surrounded by fairy clouds in these places beyond the sky, there are plaques with ancient and simple Taoist rhymes circulating one by one.

On the plaque, there are complicated and ancient characters engraved impressively!
The Palace of Eight Views in the Great Luotian!
Biyou Palace of Jinao Island!
Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountains!
Taisutian Zhiwa Palace!
All the disciples in this world, facing Zhun Ti's coercion, just frowned slightly, rather displeased.

……

The spiritual consciousness of Zhunti Saint spread throughout the prehistoric world in an instant, and everyone who practiced it felt it.

His gaze pierced through time and space, staring at Chaoge City, which was obscured by human luck.

The saint's indifferent voice came out:
"Yuan Hong, I will capture you to the Western Paradise sooner or later to be a guardian beast."

All the gods were stunned for a moment.

Yuan Hong! ?
The white ape in Meishan?

As a casual cultivator, how did he offend Saint Zhunti?

Could it be...

The gods suddenly thought of the previous scene.

He suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Could it be that this white ape spirit killed the boy who escorted the sage to sit down!
It must be!
The gods and gods hit it off.

Meishan.

The six demon kings are gathering in front of Yuan Hongdong's mansion to discuss future plans.

The coercion of the saint came rolling in, and the mighty spiritual consciousness came.

They reappeared in their original form with a plop, and were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths. After a while, they came back to their senses and looked at each other.

Dai Li: "This Yuan Hong is this Yuan Hong..."

White Snake Spirit Chang Hao: "Yuan Hong, didn't you say that he went to avoid danger? Why, why did he secretly do such a disaster?"

Centipede Wu Long: "This is not to avoid danger, this is to seek death!"

Buffalo Jingjin Dasheng: "Huh... If you want to say cruelty, it's my ape brother..."

Kill the saint and sit down the boy.

This kind of thing has never happened in the hundreds of millions of years of this sage's testimony.

There are many disciples of sages, but few boys.

This kind of behavior is no longer disrespecting the saint, it is rubbing the saint's face under the monkey's buttocks.

I'm afraid that this time, Yuan Hong won't die, and the Holy Wrath won't stop.

The six demon kings couldn't help but shuddered and looked at each other.

Dog demon Daili:

"Guys, do you think the two Western leaders will take their anger out on us..."

"After all, we are brothers!"

As soon as the words fell, Buffalo Jingjin Dasheng fled Yuan Hongdong Mansion in an instant, mooing:
"My old cow has always been alone."

……

at this time.

Chaoge City.

Yuan Hong was even more confused.

He felt the coercion of Zhunti Saint, and felt that the hair on his whole body was wet with mist.

When did he offend Saint Zhunti?

Yuan Hong suddenly thought of the coercion of the previous saint, his forehead was covered with black lines.

The sage will not have a background, and he will be regarded as the murderer of Bailian, right?
Yuan Hong's body was trembling non-stop, and the list of recruiting gods kept shaking and shaking in his hands, making a rattling sound.

His forehead was covered with black lines.

Since he practiced the Yuan Gong from the ninth turn to the third turn, he has become extremely sensitive to danger.

There is a little danger in the dark, and my whole body trembles and trembles non-stop.

This state has become more and more serious since he escaped Haotian.

During this period of time, he soared through the clouds and flew all over the wilderness, trying to find a place of refuge.

In the end, he found that his condition would be better only if he was close to the capital of the world.

However, that imperial capital in the world was the most prosperous place for the Yin and Shang national fortunes.

As a celestial being, if he steps into it, he will fall into the misery of the world of mortals, and there will be no progress in his practice throughout his life.

unless.

He entered the court as an official.

From then on, he was sheltered by the luck of the world, and he was not afraid of the misfortune of the world of mortals.

but.

To be an official, you must worship the king.

Yuan Hong raised his head, gazing out of Jiuxiaoyun with a pair of long and narrow eyes, feeling the holy power wiped out by the fate of the world, and his mood was very complicated.

It has been practiced for tens of thousands of years.

For the first time, he didn't have to kneel under Shengwei.

Yuan Hong turned his head, looked deep into the palace, and a figure in imperial robes walked towards him.

At this moment, he murmured to himself:
"From then on, I will not worship saints, but worship kings."

　Thank you book friend for rewarding 100 points at the end of the rainy winter night, and thank you book friend Sanza for rewarding 500 points

　
(End of this chapter)