Rural Shennong

Bai Xicong's thinking is too simple, God's help is impossible, any coincidence has its inevitability.

In Zhongzhou, deep in the dense forest of Wanchongling, an ancient building complex has stood here for thousands of years. Some of the buildings have collapsed and decayed, becoming ruins and surrounded by vines and weeds.

In the center of the building complex, there is an antique hall.

In the hall, a man wearing a mask and a robe is sitting on a throne at the end of the hall.

There are many people standing on both sides, all wearing masks and robes.

From the black hair behind the mask of the person on the throne, and the delicate skin of his hands on both sides of the throne, it can be seen that this person does not seem to be very old.

Behind the throne, there are two higher seats, but those two seats are empty at the moment, with a thick layer of dust on them, and no one has sat on them for an unknown period of time.

If Chen Ping were here, he would definitely find that the robes of these people were almost exactly the same as the leader of the evil cultivators of the Xuanming Gang in Haicheng that he had exterminated.

In the dark night, the brazier in the main hall was blown by the night wind, and the flames swayed, illuminating the main hall like monsters and ghosts.

"Holy Son, we have provided great convenience to those in the Cherry Blossom Country by sending people to guarantee and replacing places according to the plan."

A masked man wearing a gray robe and a bun on his head came out and clasped his hands: "But they occupy too many places. I'm afraid the number of people from our Holy Cult going in this time will be greatly reduced!"

Shengzi on the seat said indifferently: "In a certain way, the people of Sakura Kingdom have the same purpose as us."

"They also want to kill Emperor Kuangshenshuai."

The Emperor Kuangshen Shuai mentioned by this mysterious holy son refers to Qing Emperor Chen Ping, Xingkuang Hua Tianlu, Pagoda God Yan Ya and Young Marshal Jian Wudi.

I don't know when it started, but the outside world has already referred to these four young talents as Emperor Kuangshen Shuai.

"With them stirring up the muddy water on the surface and our people cooperating in secret, not only can we reduce losses, but if the plan is revealed, there will be people from Sakura Kingdom who will take the blame for us. Why not do it?"

On the left hand side of the hall, a gray-haired masked man said in a hoarse voice: "Holy Son, when did you start this plan? Why do I not know anything about it?"

The Holy Son smiled slightly: "Great Elder, you, the Third Elder, and the Fifth Elder were practicing in seclusion before, and I don't have the heart to let people disturb you."

"I have already discussed this matter with the other elder guardians."

A look of dissatisfaction flashed across the eyes of the Great Elder's mask: "According to the original plan we discussed, this operation will be carried out by our Holy Cult from beginning to end."

"In this battle, we want to play up the prestige of the holy religion, and teach the industrial and commercial associations and people from the eastern and western borders a profound lesson."

"But Shengzi asked the people of Sakura Country to stand in front of the stage. If so, even if he killed Emperor Kuangshen Shuai, who would know that we did it?"

The corner of the mouth behind the Son of God's mask curled up with a killing intent, he had had enough of this old guy.

Both of their personalities and ways of dealing with people are not in harmony.

The Great Elder's style is very flamboyant and domineering, as if he is afraid that the whole world will not know that there is a powerful holy religion.

The Holy Son is different, he likes to hide in the dark, and develops insignificantly.

If it wasn't for this old fellow's overbearing cultivation base, he wouldn't be able to beat him at all, and the Holy Son would have turned against him long ago.

"Great Elder, during the period of your retreat, I went to the northern border and saw with my own eyes how powerful the four young masters are."

"Those four people are much stronger than our holy religion predicted."

"If we follow the previous plan, we may not be able to kill any of them."

"At that time, it won't be our Holy Cult that will gain its reputation, but will become the laughing stock of the Red Business Association and the East and West!"

The Great Elder snorted coldly: "It's just a few youngsters, no matter how powerful they are, can they still be as powerful as the strong ones in the secret realm?"

"You are spoiling your own prestige by abusing others' aspirations!"

That brat, the Great Elder, meant to mock the Holy Son.

The Holy Son didn't seem to hear it.

He chuckled lightly and said, "I have already arranged a lot of people in Sakura Country, so it's too late to change the plan now."

"If there is any plan next time, I will definitely discuss it with the Great Elder before making a decision."

The elder was very dissatisfied.

When this holy son came to Shengjiao, he was still a low-level warrior in the middle stage of external strength.

The Great Elder didn't think much of him at first, but he had a token given by a strong man in the secret realm. The Great Elder could only let him sit on the position of the Holy Son according to the instructions of the two leaders of the Holy Church who had been sleeping for many years. He provides training resources.

At first, the holy son was very obedient, but then the holy son began to disobey his will, secretly befriended some elder protectors, and went against him.

Although these years, under the leadership of the Holy Son, the Holy Cult has become more insidious and low-key, it has grown much stronger than before, and its losses have been less.

However, the Holy Son behaved wretchedly and liked to keep a low profile in everything he did. This was very different from the previous style of the Holy Church and the personality of the Great Elder.

So the Great Elder became more and more dissatisfied with him.

But at this moment, the deal is done, and the Great Elder can only hold his breath and admit it.

The Holy Son said softly, "Grand Elder, this time I did it a little too badly, but I also think about it for our holy religion!"

"Now the industry and commerce associations open martial arts schools and open martial arts resource exchange stores. A large part of the reason is to deal with our growing holy religion."

"Let's bear with it for a while longer, wait for the opportunity to break through a passage in the secret realm, let the aura of heaven and earth in the secret realm pour into the earth, and wake up the two ancestors. This is the most important thing!"

The Great Elder was silent for a moment: "I hope you will not forget your original intention. When the two ancestors wake up from their deep sleep, I will ask for credit for you."

The holy church meeting ended, everyone left one after another, and only the holy son was left in the hall.

He stood up and turned around his throne, then passed between the two higher thrones behind him, took out a token, and opened a secret door.

After entering the secret door, the Holy Son walked down the dark steps and walked several hundred meters before reaching the depths of the ground.

Here is a circular stone chamber with two huge sarcophagi lined up side by side, like a tomb.

The Holy Son opened his hands, patted the two sarcophagi, and whispered to himself: "Since you are asleep, then sleep well, why do you want to wake up and make trouble?"

"This world no longer belongs to you!"

When Shengjiao was plotting, Chen Ping, who was far away in Haicheng, just got up from Miao Runlian's bed.

"Who is it?" Miao Runlian pouted, pestering Chen Ping not to let go.

Chen Ping glanced at the incoming call: "It's Zhou Jinian. He's calling at this time. He must be in a hurry. I'll answer it."