However, she needed spiritual energy, so she thought that perhaps offering incense could help Po recover his spiritual energy, but the golden body always broke.

"Your Majesty." Defei was startled by movement behind her. She turned around and saw the great tyrant coming in through the curtain.

The tyrant waved his hands quickly, and Abao just fell asleep.

Defei understood.

The Tyrant looked at the table and asked quietly, "Still not working?"

De Fei nodded, looking disappointed, "Well, this is the eighth one."

The tyrant knew that Concubine De had been wanting to build a golden statue for Po.

Defei had mentioned this matter to the Tyrant before, saying that with the guidance of Taoist Master Baiyun, she could make a golden body for Abao, which would be very beneficial to Abao's future growth.

The tyrant never expected that he and Concubine De could hear Abao's thoughts.

He thought he had always been the special one.

When Concubine De proposed this suggestion to him, the tyrant readily agreed. He had always wanted to do so in his heart, but Concubine De obviously took action, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Before, I ordered a goldsmith to make a golden statue for A-Bao. At that time, this matter caused quite a stir. I'm sure Concubine De also knew about it."

"Well, I heard that all seven underground alchemies in the capital city were blown up, without exception." Afterwards, the emperor ordered repairs.

Nowadays, when goldsmiths are asked to make statues of gods, they all want to retire and return to their hometowns.

Many Buddha statues were also made by goldsmiths. They have been making gold all their lives, but have never encountered such a bizarre thing.

"I have been thinking about this for a long time every time I have some free time, but I still can't figure it out." The Tyrant sighed, "Building the golden statue is a small matter, but I am worried that the golden statue will affect Po's future growth."

He wants Abao to live a peaceful life.

However, the golden statue exploded every time, which made him feel incredible.

His Abao is not an ordinary person, but precisely because of this, he is more cautious and prudent. He just wants the child to be safe forever.

"De Fei, do you think that A Bao is related to the national god of our Tiansheng Dynasty?"

Defei was surprised.

The emperor never took the initiative to let the concubines in the harem participate in this matter, so Concubine De always avoided it.

Now I never thought that he would take the initiative to bring it up.

"Your Majesty, do you think that Po could be the reincarnation of the national god?" But from Po's inner voice, it seemed that she was not the reincarnation of the national god. Po always said that she had been in the underworld. She felt sorry for Po every time she heard it. Only lonely ghosts waiting in line to be reincarnated would stay in the underworld for a long time.

She even thought that Abao was an old ghost who had stayed in the underworld for a long time.

"Po can make the temple light up. But, Po's golden body cannot be created. If he is really the reincarnation of the national god, how could this... golden body explode?" The tyrant couldn't understand and denied it.

"Your Majesty, why don't you ask Taoist Master Baiyun to come to the palace and help us solve our doubts."

"Good idea! How could you forget about Baiyun!"

Taoist Master Baiyun arrived at the imperial study, where Concubine De was also there. The great tyrant told Taoist Master Baiyun the whole story.

"Baiyun, you have practiced for many years. Have you ever heard of such a situation?"

Taoist Master Bai Yun smiled slightly, "Your Majesty, rest assured. The Tenth Princess is not the reincarnation of the national god. As for the shattered golden body... I really can't find out."

"How can you be sure that the Tenth Princess is not the reincarnation of the national god?"

Because even the Star God and the Matchmaker God trembled every time they saw the Tenth Princess.

"Your Majesty, there will be no national god in the Tiansheng Dynasty. There has never been one before, and there will never be one in the future. This does have some causal relationship with the Tenth Princess, but the national god cannot match the Tenth Princess' fate."

The tyrant was stunned.

"The fate of the tenth princess is too strong. It is a bit condescending for her to be a national god."

The tyrant was shocked!

ah??

"If she wants to be the national god, then she is the national god. If she doesn't want to be the national god, then the national god..." is my little brother.

Taoist Baiyun thought about this and did not dare to say it out loud.

But the tyrant understood a little bit, and was shocked. After calming down, the tyrant said slowly: "Baiyun, I just want Abao to be safe. Do you understand what I mean?"

The reason why he minded the breaking of the golden body was that he was afraid it would be harmful to Po in the future.

"The Tenth Princess has done great deeds and will surely live in peace every year. This... God cannot control the Tenth Princess' fate."

God has to listen to the Tenth Princess' words, and no one can hurt the Tenth Princess.

"What kind of fate is this? You are a fortune teller, tell me."

Taoist Baiyun sighed and just as he was about to pinch his fingers to give it a try, a huge bolt of lightning came down from the sky and struck the imperial study, directly cracking Baiyun to a crisp on the outside and leaving him tender on the inside.

His hair was covered with black smoke and stood up, his hands were black, and even his precious white whisk, which was dust-free, was covered with black smoke.

The tyrant sitting on the dragon throne and Concubine De standing beside him were... caught off guard.

"No, no, no! I am really offended!" Taoist Baiyun came back to his senses, wanting to cry but unable to. How dare he calculate the boss's fate?

Even if he were given another hundred years of practice, he would not be able to pry into the boss's fate.

He doesn't deserve it!

"Your Majesty, I can't hold on any longer. I have to go first. I'm going to leave the palace to recuperate. Your Majesty, see you next time." Taoist Baiyun looked at the blackened white whisk, his heart aching more than his head!

The Tyrant rubbed his brows, "I never thought that even Taoist Master Baiyun couldn't figure out A-Bao's fate. There's nothing I can do. I'll go and ask for the blessing of my ancestors."

Abao is his life!

The great tyrant went to the ancestral temple and burned incense and worshipped his ancestors.

The great tyrant muttered to himself for a long time, one sentence after another, and when he opened his eyes, the incense in front of him had gone out.

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What does this mean?

The ancestor no longer cares about his little Abao?

At this time, the spirits of all the ancestors who were listening to the great tyrant's devout prayers gathered at the spirit tablet, and each of them sighed more heavily than the other.

The late emperor: "This brat Emperor Cangmo actually asked us to bless his little ancestor. Are we worthy of that? Obviously not!"

Ancestor No. 1: "I have been waiting in line for hundreds of years. I was about to see the little ancestor, but I heard that the little ancestor had been reincarnated. I felt so miserable."

The little ancestor is not even worthy of being looked at from a distance, but this kid Di Cangmo actually wants them to bless the little ancestor?

They still have to seek the blessing of their ancestors, okay?

The one who is drinking milk now is the real ancestor, and they are the younger brothers! Younger brothers!

"Okay, I'll give Di Cangmo a dream tonight so he won't have such a fuss every day."

A group of ancestors are now very jealous of the big tyrant. He hugs the little ancestor every day, while they can only stare at him.

At night, the tyrant dreamed of the late emperor again.

In just half a month, this was the second time the tyrant had dreamed of his father.

"father……"

"Don't call me dad, you are my dad."

Tyrant: “…”

Is his father stupid?

"Son." The late emperor hugged the tyrant and burst into tears.

The tyrant's face froze. "Dad, what happened? Were you bullied down there, or are you missing something? Tell me."

"Son, we are not worthy. We are not worthy."

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