Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 16 Tuohu

Liuyun Palace.

This palace dedicated to dining has been used as a long-term residence by Baiyao.

The wall carved with fierce beasts fighting is covered with small black handprints. In order to make Nezha feel at home when he comes back in the future, Baiyao deliberately asked the waiters to avoid it when cleaning.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged under the wall, divining what would happen to him in the next month.

【National Games-50】

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【National Games-50】

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【National Games-50】

[Current national fortune: 5120 points]

Baiyao slowly opened his eyes in silence.

Divining an individual's future, how much you can see depends on your identity.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt distressed at the expense of predicting the fate of the country.

Fifty points at a time, I tried ten times and only saw it twice.

The two times I saw it, the content was exactly the same:

- Late at night, the moonlight shone through the dome of Liuyun Palace. He was lying on the bed sleeping. A black shadow sneaked out from under the bed. The black shadow stood beside the bed, bathing in the bright moonlight and fading away one by one. clothes, then got into the quilt and hugged him lovingly, kissing his chest with her mouth...

The black shadow is Daji.

She wants to attack me at night!

Baiyao pupil earthquake.

Is this fox demon still a hidden monster?!

I have never given her a good look these days, and I will scold her harshly from time to time.

Baiyao rubbed his eyebrows.

To be honest, what man wouldn’t love having fun with Daji?

Although he inherited more than a hundred years of memories from the original owner, he was only eighteen years old before traveling through time.

Even if Daji looks stunning on the outside, she is still a nine-tailed fox that has been around for thousands of years. Her charm ability is both internal and external. How can a young man with strong temperament be able to withstand it?

With his amazing willpower and loyalty to his XP, it is remarkable that Baiyao has been able to survive until now.

The opposite sex he likes should preferably be a little older than him, but not too old. Be gentle and intellectual, be generous and decent in front of strangers, and lie in his arms for a kiss in private.

"No, no, she's not an adult yet, she'll go to jail."

The angel in Baiyao's heart said so.

The next moment, the devil spat:

"Bah! You've already traveled through time! Besides, which law of Dashang can judge you?"

During the battle between heaven and man, Baiyao raised his head and sighed, making his own choice:

"Forget it, let's get down to business first."

At this time, footsteps came from my ears.

Daji, wearing a gold-threaded gauze skirt, walked to the dining table with a bowl of soup in her white hands.

Baiyao took a deep breath to calm down the restlessness in his heart and looked at the pretty woman in front of him:

"Daji."

As soon as Daji put down the soup, when she heard her name, she grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands in a panic and said timidly:

"Lord...Master."

It's not because she did something that would offend Baiyao.

But Baiyao usually communicated with her, and apart from "peeling" and "beheading", there was very little other content. In addition to the various "great deeds" she heard about during this period, she was afraid of Baiyao from the bottom of her heart.

Of course, due to excessive fear and having to rely on her, an inexplicable emotion appeared deep in her heart.

The professional name is Stockholm Syndrome.

The fragrant scene he saw during the divination was still in front of his eyes, but Baiyao didn't reveal it at all on his face and said coldly:

"Monster, I know what you are thinking!"

Daji's little heart was beating fast. Being scolded for no reason actually gave her a sense of pleasure.

what's wrong with me……

Daji pursed her lips, lowered her head and replied:

"I have sworn an oath, how dare I harm you?"

Baiyao rolled his sleeves, "Humph! Put away those little thoughts! Otherwise, I'll chop you into fine pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

The empty hall echoed with the lingering sound of Baiyao's scolding. Daji felt extremely aggrieved, her eyes were moist, and she knelt on the ground with a plop:

"The Nu family knew that Da Zhu was so busy with state affairs that he didn't even have time to rest, so he specially made a tonic soup for Da Zhu. If there were no instructions, the Nu family would have resigned first."

Baiyao glanced at the soup on the table and said angrily:

<divclass="contentadv">"Get out!"

After Daji left, Baiyao opened the lid of the bowl, and a strong aroma hit his nostrils. When he took a closer look, he saw some ingredients floating in the clear and transparent soup:

Pork loin, tiger whip, deer whip, epimedium, golden eye beast whip...

"This witch is really greedy for my body!"

Baiyao was shocked, Bu Shen Decoction? Kidney nourishing soup!

In order not to waste it, he drank it in three gulps, divided by two.

At this time, a voice came from the waiter outside the hall:

"Best wishes, King Wucheng wishes to see you."

Baiyao looked outside at the setting sun, closed the bowl with the lid, cleared his throat and said:

"Let him in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Feihu, who was wearing armor, took two steps at a time, knelt down in front of Baiyao and kowtowed, his voice was loud and loud:

"Huang Feihu, the commander-in-chief of Chaoge's 200,000 imperial troops, kowtows and congratulates!"

Among them, the words "Commander of the Forbidden Army" were shouted the loudest.

Baiyao sat at the table and said helplessly:

"Okay, now that I know you are a military commander, sit down."

Huang Feihu kowtowed again:

"Thank you!"

When Huang Feihu sat down, Baiyao smiled and said:

"The reason why you are not allowed to participate in the war is because compared to the Northern Expedition, you have to solve an issue that threatens the destiny of our country, the Great Shang Dynasty, for hundreds of years."

Huang Feihu was stunned for a moment, cupped his fists and said:

"Weak ministers must go through fire and water! No matter what!"

Baiyao nodded, but did not directly tell Huang Feihu what was going on. Instead, he asked:

"What do you think of practitioners in the human world?"

Huang Feihu looked confused and didn't understand what this issue had to do with the fate of the country.

Baiyao said softly:

"Speak your true thoughts in front of the ancestors."

When Huang Feihu heard this, he straightened his back and said seriously:

"Immortal ministers outside the country don't know, but cultivators in the human world cannot be high or low. They want to use their cultivation to gain wealth in the world, but they are afraid of bearing karmic debts on the battlefield, so they can only serve as worshippers in some big families."

He organized the language and continued:

"To tell you the truth, apart from the Grand Master, I don't look down on any of the practitioners!"

In this world where gods and demons dance, the safety of ordinary people cannot be guaranteed.

The waves generated by the practitioner's random casting of spells are huge waves when they fall on the head of an ordinary person.

They do not have the protection of human luck, and all they have is the negligible karmic debt incurred when they are killed by practitioners.

The accumulation of karmic debt will form the inner demons of practitioners.

What's more, it will cause murder and disaster.

Therefore, practitioners will avoid killing mortals. After all, not everyone has the ability to contend with inner demons.

Baiyao nodded when he heard Huang Feihu's answer:

"Since you are not afraid, help me find it."

"Those practitioners?"

Seeing Huang Feihu's puzzled expression, Baiyao stood up with sharp eyes:

"Find all those who rely on their cultivation to steal the incense of our ancestors and claim to be gods, whether they are river gods or mountain gods."

Baiyao made no secret of his murderous intent, and his black eyes were full of terrifying evil aura, as if he were stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"I will issue the decree of the ancestral temple, and the Huang family will become a new branch of the royal family. They will be named and expanded."

The royal family bears the fate of humanity.

He looked at Huang Feihu and continued:

"This is a reward for the seven generations of Huang family's loyalty, and it is also a protection for you. Don't alert others, and don't miss anyone."

"King...royal family..."

Baiyao's words rang in Huang Feihu's ears. He seemed to have been immobilized. He was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and said nothing, and his eyes were as wide as walnuts.

By the time he calmed down, Baiyao had already left.

"My lord! I will definitely live up to the great wishes!"

Huang Feihu's eyes were red as if he were talking to the air, and he left Liuyun Palace with tears in his eyes.