Chapter 112 Let it be
◎Accept your fate◎
Yun Zhongzi looked embarrassed, but in Jiang Ziya's eyes it was a kind expression, which made him even happier.
Yun Zhongzi couldn't understand why Jiang Ziya was so happy. A memory of the evaluation of Jiang Ziya he overheard in the Shang Dynasty palace came to his mind - a greenhorn!
He couldn't understand it at first, but at this moment, these three words suddenly became clear and vivid before his eyes.
Distracted by these two naive people, Yun Zhongzi almost forgot that the real purpose of his trip was to say goodbye to Jiang Ziya. He explained his purpose.
Jiang Ziya frowned and immediately asked for leave from Wen Zhong. He wanted to pay his respects to his teacher and report on his work before the Conferred God Ceremony began.
Wen Zhong readily approved the leave, and then thought of himself.
The two brothers, Master Chan, asked in front of me about returning to the sect to pay respects to the teacher. Were they hinting at something?
It was said that he had been a disciple of Jiejiao for hundreds of years and had met his master, but he had never met the elders living in Kunlun Mountain. Under such circumstances, he would not go to Kunlun to pay his respects to the two masters whom he had never met.
The filial Wen Zhong immediately put forward his own filial ideas.
Yun Zhongzi felt dizzy and almost fainted from Wen Zhong's shocking idea.
Are all the people from Jiejiao... so fierce?
He rejected Wen Zhong's terrible idea without hesitation. If he really took Wen Zhong back to Yuxu Palace to pay his respects, he was afraid that paying his respects would directly turn into asking for his life.
Then, without waiting for the two to react, he grabbed Jiang Ziya's collar and ran away, as if something terrible was chasing them.
Wen Zhong waved his handkerchief, reluctantly saying, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, please come back soon—"
The aura of Yuxu Palace was a bit strange, even colder than usual. Yun Zhongzi left Jiang Ziya behind, and couldn't bear to see his junior fellow apprentice with insufficient cultivation and his teeth chattering from the cold, so he put a small stove in front of him and walked into the hall together.
This was the most complete gathering of disciples of the Chan School since Yuanshi's temper took a turn for the worse. Yun Zhongzi endured great oppression and brought Jiang Ziya to pay his respects to his teacher.
Yuanshi saw that Yun Zhongzi and the other man's expressions had softened a little, and told them to take a seat.
Yun Zhongzi then noticed Taiyi kneeling in the middle of the hall. He had always been the most favored, so he took advantage of his favor and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Guang Chengzi silently transmitted a message: "He's fallen into a pyramid scheme and has lost many of his fellow brothers' magical weapons. Don't learn from him!"
Yun Zhongzi touched his chest. Is the prehistoric world so scary now? He quickly said that he wouldn’t.
Taiyi remained silent and no longer tried to reason with his misguided master.
The hall became even colder under Yuanshi's aura. There was silence and no one dared to speak.
Jiang Ziya continued to hold the stove in his arms, regretting why he had to follow along. He was too old to stand this kind of torture.
Jiang Ziya was torn between being frozen to death and being scolded to death, and finally chose a mental attack.
He walked tremblingly to Taiyi, glanced at Yuanshi's face, and began to report his work.
Although Yuanshi was also being reported on, he kept spitting out ivory from his mouth. Unlike Kong Shuang who encouraged Shen Gongbao to keep working hard, he listened silently and asked after a long moment, "And then?"
There was nothing else, Jiang Ziya complained in his heart, and then his old bones were about to freeze to death.
"Then I will go back first!"
Yuanshi waved his hands. For some reason, he felt inexplicably anxious. Suddenly, he saw Taiyi, who had become extremely poor overnight, standing beside him. He called Jiang Ziya over and threw down a bunch of magic weapons.
As the disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, he cannot show his poverty in front of outsiders!
The happy tears shed by the ignorant Jiang Ziya... he he he suddenly didn't feel cold anymore!
Taiyi, who was watching eagerly from the side...
After letting Jiang Ziya leave, Yuanshi's inexplicable anxiety not only did not disappear, but became even worse. He decided to calculate the secrets of heaven.
I almost fainted when I calculated it!
He asked Jiang Ziya to support the righteous leader, but how did Jiang Ziya go to support the Shang Dynasty?
It is obvious that Xiqi is the destiny!
He quickly calculated Xiqi again.
Someone got there first!
Suddenly, the low pressure in the hall came again, and Taiyi, who was in the middle and suffered the most, groaned... Why was he always the one who got hurt!
Yuanshi’s first thought was to quickly call Jiang Ziya back and show him the true path. After all, the teachings of the Chanjiao were to explain the way of heaven and follow the will of heaven.
But he couldn't open his mouth, because the Western Sect in Xiqi had already taken the lead. As everyone knew, he had always looked down on those two poor people in the West. If he let his apprentice deal with the West, he might as well die.
The more Yuanshi thought about it, the angrier he became. In the end, he simply picked up his pen and wrote a letter and sent it to Penglai, then he went to the Bajing Palace.
Penglai
Why did Xin come again? Did he treat her as invisible?
This is Kong Shuang’s inner thought.
After Tongtian returned to Kunlun at her persuasion last time, he never mentioned whether they had reconciled, but Kong Shuang guessed that they had.
Judging from the countless letters Yuanshi receives every day!
She originally thought that Shen Gongbao sending her a letter every day was annoying enough, but she didn't expect Yuanshi to be even worse.
She knocked on the floor and woke up Tongtian who was meditating with his eyes closed.
Judging from the style of Yuanshi's previous letters to his brother, in which he reported what he had eaten for three meals a day or which disciple had made him angry again, the content of this letter must be meaningless nonsense.
But Kong Shuang frowned when he saw Tongtian reading the letter.
The letter complained about Jiang Ziya's incompetence and asked if he should obey the will of heaven and restore order, but at the cost of dealing with Western religions.
Kong Shuang, who had personally facilitated this situation, laughed wildly in his heart, but his face remained calmer as he said seriously, "This is truly a difficult question to decide!"
Tongtian smiled at her and pretended not to know the gloating that was almost coming out of her tone.
He pondered for a moment, then asked Kong Shuang to write a few words in reply.
Kong Shuang looked at those words and suddenly thought of the life-and-death struggle between the two sects in the normal plot. He felt that according to the content of the Tongtian letter, this should not happen. He asked in surprise:
"In your opinion, who will be the final winner between Xiqi and Yin Shang?"
Tongtian raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked at her for a long while, his eyes unclear, and whispered a word: "You!"
Kong Shuang felt a little shy when he looked at her like that. She reached out and poked his chest: "I'm talking to you about serious matters, why do you always think about these trivial things!"
Tongtian lowered his eyes, grabbed her hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Isn't this business I'm talking to you about? You have people in both Yin Shang and Xi Qi. No matter who wins, the winner is you."
Kong Shuang originally had this idea, but then she found an interesting person and gave up the idea long ago. She said with confidence: "You are talking nonsense. You and I have known each other for so many years. Could it be that in your mind I am such a scheming person?"
After saying that, she pulled her hand back.
Tongtian's hands were empty, and he changed the subject imperceptibly: "The human race often says that whoever wins the hearts of the people will rule the world. Ji Chang, the Lord of Xiqi, is indeed a good person."
Kong Shuang's thoughts quickly shifted to this, grasping his key point: "How about we make a bet? You bet on Xiqi, and I bet on..."
She slowly said a name, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Tongtian didn't say whether he agreed or not, but was very interested in another question: "What's the stakes?"
Kong Shuang hadn't thought about this before. She said, "You decide."
Tongtian leaned over, curved the corners of his lips, and whispered softly in her ear.
Kong Shuang's face flushed as she listened, her desire to win becoming even stronger. She nodded, "Deal!"
On the other hand, Yuanshi did not expect Penglai’s reply to come so quickly. He opened the letter in front of Laozi and saw the same answer as his elder brother - let it be!
Both brothers gave the same answer. Yuanshi decided to give in and continue to vent his anger on his disappointing disciples. Suddenly, he saw Laozi's eyes glued to those words, with an ambiguous smile on his face.
The last time the eldest brother showed this kind of look was when his younger brother was lured to the Immortal Volcano. Yuanshi suddenly had an ominous thought in his mind, and he picked up the letter again.
Ordinary people always say that handwriting reflects the character of the person. In fact, this saying can also be applied to gods.
Tongtian's handwriting is elegant and unrestrained, but the handwriting of this letter is obviously much sharper, and there is a bit of arrogance in the sharpness!
He could even see the owner's ferocious look in these few words.
"Kong Shuang——" Yuanshi snorted.
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Ever since Master Wen led Jiang Ziya and the army to the battle, King Zhou once again let himself go. Daji summoned her other two little sisters, the Nine-tailed Pheasant Spirit and the Jade Pipa Spirit. King Zhou was overjoyed and became more and more fond of the three demons.
Whenever he was in a good mood, no matter whether it was day or night, or where he was, he would always take the three monsters with him to have fun.
Don’t ask, the only question is who’s above you!
On this day, Huang Fei's sister-in-law Jia came to the palace to visit her younger sister-in-law. The two of them met again after a long separation and had a great time talking. Gradually, it got dark, and Jia had to leave the palace under the stars.
King Zhou had just come out of Shouxian Palace and saw that the harem was deserted. He remembered that he had not seen his old baby for a long time. Feeling nostalgic, he went to the harem and ran into a beautiful woman head-on.
Just one glance and King Zhou got angry again.
He murmured "My wife", and thought of He Ren in his heart, and rushed directly towards Jia.
The people around him knew that their Majesty was the boss, so they looked at each other knowingly, smiled, and quietly retreated.
An old man jumped out of nowhere in the middle of the night. Jia was either scared to death or half dead. She was about to shout for help, but the old man in front of her changed his expression, blood oozed from his head, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
Before he could finish his words, he fell limply to the ground, revealing his delicate figure holding a sledgehammer behind him.
Jia opened her mouth wide in surprise!
That night, King Wucheng Huang Feihu rebelled against Chaoge!
Outside the water mirror, Tongtian also opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Kong Shuang was a little surprised as he rarely saw the proud and noble saint lose control of his facial expression.
"I know she can surprise people, but you're not that bad?"
Tongtian shook his head and turned to look at her: "Don't you think she looks a bit like you?"
Kong Shuang looked at the person in the water mirror holding a sledgehammer with great vigor, and couldn't understand how he, an immortal with fluttering sleeves and a sage-like demeanor, looked like her?
Tongtian continued, "You have a good eye for people. This person is indeed interesting."
Kong Shuang was very satisfied with his words and couldn't help but want to show off a few words. Suddenly, he saw that he had stood up, pulled his clothes, revealing a small piece of white jade chest, and walked towards the cloud bed.
His movements were like strolling in the garden, the corners of his robe brushing against the smooth jade-like floor, creating beautiful arcs like waves of clouds.
He said, "Although the outcome is still uncertain, it's likely you'll win. I'll fulfill my bet in advance!"
Kong Shuang's face was burning. She had clearly won, but why did she feel like she had lost?
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