The next day, morning court.

Zhou of Shang ascended the palace, gathered civil and military officials to discuss state affairs.

After the public affairs were completed, Zhou Shang looked around the civil and military officials and said, "Nuwa is a goddess of heaven and earth, and has a holy virtue. When Gonggong's head touched Buzhou Mountain, the sky was tilted northwest and the earth was sank to the southeast, Nuwa picked five-colored stones to repair the blue sky, so he made contributions to the people and found sacrifices to repay them. Now, sang to worship Nuwa, and the four seasons will be prosperous, the country will be prosperous, the rain will be good in the past, and the disaster will disappear."

After a moment of pause, Zhou Shang continued, "It's just that when I ascended the throne, I have never gone to Nuwa Palace to surrender incense. In this way, the seventy-two princes in the North Sea rebelled. Therefore, I plan to go to Nuwa Palace to pray for incense on the birthday of Nuwa on March 15th tomorrow, and bless my great Shang Dynasty and the people will be prosperous and prosperous, and the weather will be good."

As soon as this was said, Shang Rong, Huang Feihu, Bi Gan and other civil and military officials all bowed their heads to the Danban and shouted, "Your Majesty is wise!"

Looking at the hint of joy that appeared on the faces of civil and military officials below, Zhou Shang looked solemn, but his bright eyes suddenly became a little erratic.

"Willing? If everyone knew the truth, I wonder if they would say that?"

The murmur echoed deep in Shang Zhou's heart, and he didn't say it, nor did he dare to say it.

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West, Pure Land.

"Junior brother, it's better to interfere less in the affairs of the East."

The withered old face of the Taoist swayed a little helpless: "As soon as the opportunity comes, Buddhism will prosper, so why bother..."

"Brother Dao, don't worry, this catastrophe is the matter of the three purity of Taoism, and it has nothing to do with me in the West. Even if I get involved, there is no major event. It's just a cause and effect. If you want to end it, you have to wait for the next catastrophe."

Taoist Zhunti smiled faintly, his eyes shining with golden light: "Besides, I have spent so much effort before, how can I be useless? No matter what, I have to fight for it."

"What's more, together with the disaster, the secrets of heaven are confused, and we all dare not take action easily. So, why are you afraid of this?"

Hearing this, the Taoist Taoist was silent for a while before sighing and shouting: "Since that's the case, I hope my junior brother will be cautious and not be careless, otherwise the disaster will be great."

With a gentle smile, the Taoist Zhunti said confidently: "As long as you handle it well, the strength of the Taoist sect will surely die. In the next catastrophe, our Western Buddhism will naturally prosper."

After looking at the Taoist Zhiying silently, Taoist Zhunti pondered: "If Buddhism cannot flourish, when will the great ambitions you and I make at that time be realized?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist Zhiyi suddenly felt bitter, and he cried out with a sad cry, closing his eyes and stopped talking.

Due to innate shortcomings, in order to attain enlightenment and become a saint, the two Western saints made great ambitions, thus gaining immeasurable merits and becoming a saint. However, they were also bound by this and had to work hard for the great ambitions they discovered at the beginning, otherwise the holy position would not be guaranteed.

However, the great ambition I discovered at the beginning was only infinitely close, but it was impossible to realize it. Even though I knew this, the two Western saints, who are now under shackles, have to work hard to repay this cause and effect.

Seeing this, Taoist Zhunti also smiled bitterly. Although he forced himself to become a saint, perhaps the two of them were the most miserable saints, and they were even more miserable than other monks, and they were not at all free and easy.

Shaking his head, Taoist Zhunti looked at the east: "It's time to burst out after a long time, so let me help you!"

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On Jinao Island, the leader of Tongtian woke up from his meditation, frowned, and looked into the void with insight into everything in the world. He felt a feeling of storm coming.

"Are you going to start?"

After counting, I had no information. The closer I got to the Great Tribulation of the Gods, the more confused and difficult it was to calculate all the secrets between heaven and earth.

The sword brows frowned even deeper. After a long time, the leader of Tongtian sent a command to the boy: "Tonger, the golden bell rings nine times!"

"Yes, the head!"

The boy was slightly stunned, then responded quickly and walked out quickly. Then, he heard the nine golden bells of "Dangdang" ringing, and the sound instantly spread all over the world. Soon, all the closed caves opened, and all the disciples of the second generation of Jie Sect showed suspicion.

Immediately, I gave a few instructions to the boys guarding the mountain, and then soared into the sky and came to Jinao Island.

Coincidentally, the immortals of the Chan Sect also heard the sound of the golden bell coming from Kunlun Mountain and headed towards Yuxu Palace.

As March 15th arrived, an extremely solemn aura began to spread between heaven and earth, and the entire prehistoric creatures felt an inexplicable suffocation.

Whether it is the ferocious beast or the bird of prey, they all restrained themselves a lot in harmony with each other, and vaguely felt the strange atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Thirty-three outer sky, in Nuwa Palace, Nuwa's dark eyebrows frowned slightly, and she also felt the different atmosphere between the sky and the earth, and suddenly felt something: "Is it going to start?"

This aura is very similar to the eve of the Lich Battle, as if the entire world was immersed in a solemn atmosphere, and it felt like something was blocking in his chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"I wonder why this disaster arose?"

Inexplicably, Nuwa's heart broke out, and a feeling of ingenuity came to her heart. At the same time, Fei Lian's figure emerged.

"Is it related to this abnormality?"

Nuwa was a little suspicious. After thinking for a moment, she reached out and brushed the void, and the "Mirror of Creation" quietly appeared.

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"On March 15th, will the east wind blow?"

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Fei Lian hugged Shang Yunmeng's delicate jade body, gently stroked his black and shiny black hair, and thought to himself, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

According to later records, it should be in the seventh year of King Zhou that Shang Rong reminded Shang Zhou to go to Nuwa Palace to eat incense, but now Fei Lian has taken this matter forward greatly.

"The storm and rain will eventually be destroyed. March 15th, I'm so looking forward to it!"

He was both nervous and excited. Fei Lian couldn't wait to see the final result of the drama he directed, but was also afraid of the prelude to the great disaster that was about to be revealed by himself.

"Once it starts, there will be no turning back."

Holding the beauty tightly, Fei Lian's body trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear, or perhaps both.

Shang Yunmeng didn't say a word, but just snuggled tightly in her lover's arms, wanting to use her soft body to relieve her lover's complex mood.

When Fei Lian's emotions were excited and nervous, a feeling of being peeped out suddenly appeared. He suddenly felt something, looked into the void, and his eyebrows were condensed into a ball.

Seeing this, Shang Yunmeng couldn't help but worry, "My husband, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!