The fairy father

The development of things seemed to be a bit beyond Gui Lingling's expectations.

She originally came to Nanzhou to do some good deeds and protect the master's nephew and her best friend;

But of the two majesties in front of me, one slapped the table and started chatting, the other chattered a lot, and then...

Will she become the main god of the Flying Turtle God Sect?

"Hello!"

Gui Lingling jumped to the edge of the kang, pinched her waist and glared at Li Pingan:

"I am a disciple of the Jie Sect, how can I enslave living beings! I am not a god!"

On the side, Qing Su showed a slight smile.

Li Ping'an frowned and said: "Since it is the Flying Turtle Cult, then you, uncle, must be the most suitable."

"Then you can create a Feitian Iceberg Cult!"

"That won't work! My master's cultivation level is too low. How many times can she resist the divine punishment?"

The smile on Qingsu's lips gradually disappeared.

Xuanyuan Huangdi said sternly: "Cousin, we are solving the problem now. You have to sacrifice a little bit. Don't let people think that we, the Black Turtle Clan, are not responsible."

"Bah! You have betrayed the human race!"

Gui Lingling hummed: "I can be the main god of this religious sect. If my master blames me, you two should help me block it!"

Li Ping'an waved his hand: "Since Uncle Spirit Master is afraid, let's forget about it and let's think of a solution. If it doesn't work, I'll call Uncle Tai Yi over. He's good at speaking and can be the main god."

"Who said I can't do it!"

Gui Lingling immediately jumped in front of Li Pingan, her almond-shaped eyes widened:

"Why do you still call me Chanjiao? Isn't it just a false god? I'm the only one who can stand up to others.

"Just tell me what to do!"

Li Pingan and Xuanyuan Huangdi looked at each other and each showed a kind smile.

After seeing all the things happening in Nanzhou, the four of them had their execution abilities fully maximized.

Nanzhou is like an oven, roasting all living beings. As the Emperor of Man and the Emperor of Heaven, we cannot just sit back and watch.

Li Ping'an's main goal was naturally the thick cloud of merit above his head, but after walking around for half a month, his mentality also changed a little.

In fact, Master and Uncle's description of the common customs in Nanzhou has been simplified a lot.

What Li Pingan saw that touched him the most was actually in those big cities.

Every large city has an altar, and there are two buildings near the altar.

One is a smaller building in which female priests live;

One building is a large thatched hut, which houses a large number of people and animals. There is a deep pit in the center of the hay hut.

Whenever sacrifices are needed, these human animals will be pulled out, hung up, and then handled by the 'sacred butcher'... just like pigs and sheep...

Li Ping'an looked extremely disgusted.

He suddenly had the same idea as the Virgin, and caused a great flood to directly cover Nanzhou.

But if you do this, most of the mortals killed and injured are innocent.

Dealing with Nanzhou still requires some sophisticated methods. Use a scalpel to cut off the cancer of Nanzhou's mortal world, change the way of sacrifice and the understanding of mortals here, and try to avoid hurting innocent people.

At the moment, Li Ping'an took Qing Su out to choose a suitable big city.

Huangdi Xuanyuan and Gui Lingling studied various matters of the Flying Turtle Cult together, mainly figuring out the doctrine, figuring out the structure of the sect, how to spread it among mortals, etc.

Let's say that the master and the apprentice used Earth Escape and traveled underground from Nanzhou. In a short time, they arrived at Yin City, the capital of the Shang Kingdom, just below the Shenting.

This city is very majestic, spanning hundreds of miles, with several rivers passing through it, and dividing the city into six or seven areas.

The two of them were invisible to mortals, sitting on the eaves of a tall building in the corner of the palace, overlooking the Yin capital in the clouds and smoke.

Qing Su stood in the wind in white clothes and asked with some confusion: "Why do they spend so much manpower to build so many high walls?"

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "The mortals here don't know that there are Qi Refiners. If it weren't for the fact that there are many strange beasts left in Nanzhou as livestock to pull carts, allowing them to travel thousands of miles a day, it would be impossible to have such a huge dynasty. .”

"dynasty?"

Listening to these words, Qingsu lowered her head and stared at the cart-pulling 'behemoths' that were shaped like cattle and as big as elephants on the main street outside the palace.

She said softly: "In the sea of ​​chaos, I have seen many giant beasts that destroy the world at every turn. Seeing these little guys, I feel a little friendly."

Li Ping'an, who was sitting cross-legged on the eaves, looked into the depths of the palace and said with a smile: "The kings of Shang are not mediocre. I think their harem only has seven or eight concubines, which is much worse than Senior Brother Xuanyuan. "

"oh?"

Qing Su said calmly: "Does His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven think that seven or eight are not enough?"

"That's definitely not possible," Li Ping'an spread his hands, "I just compared them, and I think three or four are enough."

Qingsu shook his head slightly, then said: "Can the matter of Shenting be solved like this? I always feel that our plan is a bit childish."

"It should be possible," Li Ping'an said, "but there will definitely be various problems in the specific implementation, such as how to get the new gods into the divine court without being destroyed by the opponent's thunder of divine punishment."

Qing Su asked: "Do you have any specific solution?"

"Some of them are not considered safe," Li Pingan said with a smile, "I asked Uncle Spirit Master to try this because she is more resistant to beatings."

Qingsu:……

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely not trick Uncle Spirit Master."

Li Pingan's smile faded and he said slowly:

"There are other plans for this matter."

"What kind of plan?"

"Jie Jiao."

Li Ping'an didn't want to hide this from his master, so he said slowly:

"The Jie Jiao Immortals are very loyal, and they also reject the heavenly throne. Deep down, they yearn for freedom and do not want to become gods in heaven.

"Uncle Spiritual Master is a breakthrough.

"I plan to bring her into the Divine Court first, and then let her be the main supporter when the Heavenly Court annexes the Divine Court. The Heavenly Court will officially give her a high position as a role model for Jie Jiao Immortal.

"The main contradiction in the Dao Immortal Tribulation is that Heaven wants to consolidate the authority of the Dao. Eighty percent of the Taoist sect's combat power is concentrated in the Jiejiao. As long as a group of Jiejiao Immortals enter the Heavenly Court and become gods before the Dao Immortal Tribulation is launched, it is equivalent to the return of their own Dao to Heaven.

"The casualties of the Dao Immortal Tribulation can naturally be reduced by half, and the combat power of the living beings can be retained a little more. This is a good thing for the world and the Taoist sect."

Qing Su nodded slightly, and then said: "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Don't worry, Master," Li Ping'an said with a smile, "There will be many things that require Master's help later. There are only four of us in total."

A slight smile formed on Qingsu's lips.

Li Ping'an didn't dare to stare at his master any longer, and continued to look deep into the palace, thinking.

He originally wanted to choose a big city near Yincheng to develop the Flying Turtle God Cult;

However, after inspecting various places, Li Ping'an felt that it would be better to establish a divine religion in Yin City.

There are a large number of people here, humanistic ideas are relatively advanced, and entertainment is also very developed. Li Ping'an can even see some places that should not appear in this era.

For example, the 'brothel' is only open to businessmen and common people.

This thing... is outrageous.

Li Ping'an's immortal consciousness enveloped Yin City for half a day, and Qing Su had already begun to close her eyes and practice for a short period of time.

Li Ping'an suddenly laughed: "We have a solution, master, follow me."

Qingsu followed Li Ping'an on her own, with a bit of curiosity in her eyes, and walked towards the high platform next to the palace.

There are three high platforms in the center of Yin City, all made of earth and stone. Stone palaces were built on the high platforms.

Due to low architectural skills, most of the interiors of these palaces have poor lighting and dim lighting. Only when these palaces are needed will the braziers be lit.

On the high earth and stone platform on the right side of the Yincheng Palace, there are nine huge courtyards. When viewed vertically from the air, they look like nine neatly arranged "Hui" characters. Each courtyard has a building of fifteen to twenty-five floors. There is a portrait in the tall building.

Li Ping'an simply explained: "These portraits should be the ancestors of the Shang Kingdom and the gods they believed in."

Qing Su said softly: "How dare you not worship His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven here? It's really disrespectful."

Um?

Li Pingan glanced at his master in astonishment.

Qing Su tilted her head slightly and looked over: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Li Ping'an raised his hand and rubbed his nose, then continued to lower his head and move forward.

Yaoshou, was Master just joking?

Not bad.

"Where are we going?" Qingsu asked softly.

"This tower in the middle," Li Ping'an said, "There seems to be some ceremony going on here. There are several priestesses wearing gorgeous clothes inside."

Qing Su didn't know why, so she and Li Ping'an landed in the middle tower together and looked out the window towards the top floor.

Four large fire basins were surging with firelight, illuminating everywhere.

More than a dozen shamans wearing ghost masks and 'tattered' long skirts were jumping around a piece of live coals in the center, making various beating sounds from the various magical instruments in their hands.

Li Ping'an and Qing Su noticed weak spiritual power fluctuations.

After a while, six barefoot girls in long skirts walked out of the corner. They danced while walking, and their dancing postures were a bit weird. For Li Pingan to judge, they looked like six big white onions swinging back and forth in the wind.

The six female priests stepped onto the charcoal pile with bare feet, and their bodies swayed even faster.

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "This floor is really hot for your feet."

"What are they doing?"

"It should be some kind of purification ceremony," Li Ping'an said. "I just used my immortal knowledge to search the memories of several old wizards. Master, look, one of the next generation of great wizards will be born among these six women."

Qingsu asked: "Do we want to control them?"

"Well, this is the simplest and most direct way. There are a total of nine great witch rituals in the Shang Kingdom, all in this royal capital. The great witch rituals seem to be able to communicate with high-level gods and listen to the gods' will.

"They communicate with the gods by inviting the gods to come to their bodies. We have seen this before."

Li Pingan explained:

"Let's wait and directly control the next generation of the Great Witch Festival."

"How to select for the Great Witch Festival?"

"It's just to see who can stand on the charcoal the longest," Li Ping'an raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "those with thicker feet have an advantage."

Qingsu:……

After a while, the soles of the six girls' feet were already covered in scars. Two girls were the first to jump out of the charcoal range and were immediately dragged away by the wizard who was jumping around in circles.

The remaining four girls still persisted on the hot coals.

Qing Su couldn't bear it in her eyes, but she didn't take any action without permission. She was waiting for Li Ping'an's order.

Two more girls withdrew from the competition one after another, leaving only two girls gritting their teeth and persisting. Both of them had varying degrees of burns on their feet, and the frequency of their arms and bodies swinging became slower and slower.

The surrounding shaman priests were beating more cheerfully.

Finally, one of the two girls fainted first and was quickly carried away by the witch priests, leaving only one girl who could hold on for two more breaths.

The witch priests shouted, and the girl walked forward with some difficulty out of the area covered with charcoal, leaving two bloody footprints on the stone slab, and staggered forward.

The shaman priests swarmed forward, lifted the girl up, and began to shout:

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Qingsu couldn't help but tilted her head.

Li Ping'an looked suddenly surprised, remembering something.

Hao should be this girl's surname. In the history of his hometown, there was a very powerful female general named Fu Hao in the Shang Kingdom. Should Fu be some kind of honorific?

Li Pingan has not done any research and can only make rough guesses.

‘Strange, why do so many places in Nanzhou and my hometown coincide with each other? The only thing that doesn't match up is probably the population. ’

The girl with the last name was carefully placed on a stone slab, and the witches began to dance around her.

Li Ping'an said to Qing Su: "Master, wait a moment, I will come back as soon as I go."

Then he simply made a seal, turned into a mosquito and floated into the window, quietly landing in the girl's long hair.

The witch priests did not treat the girl's wounds, but danced for a while before bowing their heads and dispersing, leaving the girl to quietly listen to the gods' will on the stone slab.

The mosquito Li Ping'an turned into came close to the girl's neck, lowered his head and bit her.

The girl's eyelids swayed slightly and she fell into a deep dream.

…

Hao Xiaonian actually doesn’t want to be a priest.

She wanted to be like her father, riding a ferocious beast to conquer Guifang and pacify Beihai.

But her mother, a witch priest, said that she was born to listen to the will of the gods, and convinced her father to send her here and wait for a year and eight months.

During this period, she was unhappy every day. Every day she had to learn how to kneel down, how to chant, and how to jump around wearing a mask.

Hao Xiaonian felt like an angry Zhu Zhu.

Now, she has passed the final test and is about to become the ninth greatest shaman in the capital, and is ready to dedicate her body and mind to the gods.

This is also what Hao Xiaonian dislikes most about the witch festival.

The Great Witch Sacrifice must be a pure divine body, otherwise it will attract punishment from the gods.

Except for the Great Witch Festival, ordinary Witch Festivals involve both men and women, and they should remain pure. However, if you think about it, you will know that many Witch Festivals will form partners in private, and the gods will not care about them.

Even Hao Xiaonian has heard that gods will take the initiative to possess them, allowing male and female witches to unite with each other.

Now that she has become a great shaman, there is probably no chance of her marrying a man in this life.

‘Strange, shouldn’t I be in a coma? Why do you still think so much? ’

She thought about it and fluttered her eyelashes slightly, trying to wake herself up, but as soon as she had the thought of 'opening her eyes', she found herself in a dark world.

She was suddenly startled.

Everywhere you look is a scene of doom.

An endless curtain of skyfire appeared in the sky, meteorites continued to fall to the ground, the earth shook violently, rift valleys swallowed up towns, huge tsunamis swept from the south, and volcanoes billowed with thick smoke.

This...this is...

"well."

A sigh came from behind Hao Xiaonian.

She turned around subconsciously and saw an old man wearing a white robe with a kind face.

It seems like……

God King?

This is exactly the same as the portrait hanging in the top tower!

And this ‘god king’ slowly spoke:

"Young man, the end of this world is coming, and you are my chosen savior."

Hao Xiaonian was slightly startled.

Li Ping'an, who was pretending to be the 'God King', was also startled.

Where has he experienced this routine before?