I, the Zhu family incense spirit, the Ming Dynasty's destiny is against the will of heaven

Zhu Xiongying's standard for enshrinement of gods is rather lack than excess.

If you can't find a suitable one.

He'd rather not seal it!

As for the current plague king, it can be eradicated.

When the people are offering incense, the natural god of nature appears.

When the time comes, we will find a way to cultivate the god of nature into a plague god.

"Well, if it doesn't work, you can write a novel in the image of Huang Yaoshi, let the new plague god read it, and education starts from the baby!'

"

Zhu Xiongying thought and glanced at Long Bo.

The new plague god was born, and he must restrict Long Bo's approach.

Let this thing get close to the plague god, maybe what kind of plague god he chooses will be!

Referring to Ran Min, Chang Yuchun thought of the Wu Temple, and asked Long Bo curiously: "There is an evil god of Confucius in the Temple of Literature, what about the Wu Temple?

"There are no gods in the Martial Temple. Zhu Xiongying said.

His golden body already has a certain amount of power.

He could feel that there was no trace of the gods in the Martial Temple at all.

Long Bo explained: "In the martial temples of all over the country, all the gods who are born will be swallowed by the evil gods of the Confucian branch as soon as possible. "

"Actually, if I hadn't been in the imperial capital and had the title of King Xianyou personally conferred by His Majesty, I would have been swallowed by the evil god of the Confucian branch. "

"As the Imperial Capital City God, I have the aura of a great dragon. "

"Swallow me, they will be devoured by the Great Ming Dragon Qi. "

"As for natural gods like the God of Wealth and the God of the Stove, whenever they are born, they will be swallowed by the evil gods of the Confucian branch. "

"He who is not swallowed can only grovel and swear allegiance to the hypocrite. "

"As far as I know, the city gods in the world, except for me, the city gods worshiped in other places have been stolen by the evil gods of the Confucian family. "

Chang Yu Chun said: "No wonder! No wonder since the Song Dynasty, Wenchen has repeatedly suppressed military generals, and Wenchen has led troops frequently!".

"It turns out that I don't even have a god in my martial temple!".

"Pseudo-saint and evil god, why don't you dare to steal the tablet of my martial temple sage?" Chang Yuchun asked.

Long Bo sneered: "The incense of the Martial Temple mainly comes from the soldiers, and the incense comes with its own killing, and those evil gods can't stand this killing incense." "

"While they don't let the martial temple give birth to gods, they are cultivating the general seed. "

"Trying to use the general seed to steal the incense of the martial temple. "

Chang Yuchun frowned: "Why did they do this?".

"Confucius carries a waist knife!" Zhu Xiongying sneered: "Both civil and military!"

Chang Yuchun's eyes widened in surprise.

The face was full of disbelief.

Zhu Xiongying said it very clearly.

The fake Confucian is not satisfied with mastering the fortunes of the world and interfering with the world's scholars.

I also want to master the world's martial arts!

Establish a two-legged spiritual power system that can walk on both sides and be able to write and martial arts!

"That's right, the fake Confucian Saint just wants to create an ancient god and establish a heavenly court ruling system. Long Bo said mockingly.

In fact, since the establishment of the Ming Dynasty.

He was also humiliated and bullied by the King of the Confucian Temple.

Hmph!

Chang Yuchun snorted coldly, "The ambition is quite big!".

"Xiongying. Chang Yuchun looked at Zhu Xiongying and said, "Don't worry, after you enshrine your grandfather as the Beiyue Divine Monarch, I will be able to gather the fragments of the heroic spirit on the battlefield and lose the true spirit to create a hundred battle heroic spirits!"

"From ancient times to the present, the north has been the forefront of the war between the agricultural civilization and the nomads in the Central Plains. "

"I don't know how many broken heroes are sleeping in that land. "

"When I become the Divine Monarch of Beiyue and awaken the sleeping heroic spirits, we will fight a great battle with the fake Confucius in Qufu to completely destroy this group of evil gods!"

Collect the shards of the lost Heroic Spirits and create the Heroic Spirits of a Hundred Battles.

It is one of the abilities of the Divine Monarch who guards one side.

These are what Zhu Xiongying told Chang Yuchun.

Of course Zhu Xiongying knows.

At the same time, I also knew that Chang Yuchun said this because he was worried that Qufu's fake Kong Sheng was too powerful.

If it weren't for Long Bo to tell him, Zhu Xiongying wouldn't have known that this group of evil gods was still cultivating generals.

I want to have a Confucius with a waist knife, both civil and military!

......

At the same time.

Qufu.

A closed hall in the deepest part of the Confucian Temple.

The temple was empty.

Only due east is an oil lamp.

The flame of the wick of the oil lamp is very eerie, not the usual orange-yellow, but blue-blue.

Above the oil lamp, a delicate small copper bowl is placed.

I

don't know how many years the small copper bowl has been burned, and the bottom is not satisfied with a thick layer of smoke from the burning of lamps and candles.

In a small bowl, hold this grain of golden rice.

Squeak!

There was a slight thud in the closed doors of the temple.

A figure floated in through the crack in the door.

I saw only shadows, but no people.

The shadow fluttered to the oil lamp.

Hey......

A gloomy laugh sounded from the shadows, and the shadows began to tremble, and a hideous voice sounded: "It's a rare encounter in two hundred years, the strongest general species! It's not good to be burned by the corpse oil of the former enemy for two hundred years, right?"

"How long can you hold out?".

"Don't give in!".

"You are a great hero in the hearts of the people!"

Golden rice grains seem to be able to hear the words of the shadows.

In the grains of rice, the golden light suddenly surged.

But at the same time as the brilliance skyrocketed, the fire under the small copper bowl also suddenly skyrocketed.

After a moment of stalemate with each other, the golden brilliance of the rice grains gradually contracted.

After calming down again, the golden color on the golden rice grains seemed to be a little dimmer than before.

Haha......

The shadow laughed triumphantly.

Picking up the delicate small copper kettle containing the corpse oil next to it, he laughed wildly and filled the oil lamp: "These corpse oils are all collected by the Holy Emperor, the enemies you killed in the past! Their tyrannical resentment is endless!".

At this moment, the temple was suddenly illuminated by golden light.

The shadow hurriedly put down the copper kettle and prostrate it on the ground, "The plague god pays homage to His Majesty the Holy Emperor." "

The golden light converges.

A man dressed in a dragon robe and cast in gold appeared in the temple.

Confucian temple pseudo-saint.

Emperor Manifestation!

The Holy Emperor was solemn, walked slowly to the lamp and candle, and looked at the golden rice grains in the small copper bowl, "You old friend, you are really a rare general in a thousand years." "

"He used the oil of his enemies' corpses as lamps, and his anger burned for two hundred years, and he refused to bow down to me. "

"Isn't it good to be a high god and assist me in reopening the heavenly court together?"

The shadow got up and groveled to the side of the false saint, "When this man was alive, he didn't know how to lift, but if he knew how to lift, he wouldn't end up like that." "

The pseudo-saint smiled: "Since he doesn't know how to lift and refuses to be my Confucius's waist knife, then forget it." "

"It won't be long before his true spirit will run out, and when the time comes, I can help you steal this seed. "

"Plant you alive with the rain of incense. "

"When the time comes, you will go to the martial arts temple and take over the world's martial arts incense, and you will be able to completely cut off from your past self. "

"No more suffering from human resentment. "

"I've been kneeling for more than 200 years, it's not comfortable. "

"For two hundred years, how much the people of the world hate you, you should know very well that the incense of the plague monarch's godhead cannot offset the people's resentment against you. "

"If we hadn't sheltered you, you would have been torn apart by the resentment of hundreds of people for two hundred years. "

The shadow seemed to think of the painful past, trembling violently, and his voice became more flattering: "The little god is willing to be a knife in your hand and follow you to reopen the heavenly court!"

The

pseudo-saint smiled casually, changed his words, and asked, "Tell me what happened in Jinling City, how did King Yansheng die?"

The shadow knew that the Yan Saint King was dead, and the False Saint was very happy.

But the shadow didn't seem to be happy.

At the mention of Jinling City, the shadow trembled violently.

When the pseudo-saint saw it, he frowned slightly.

The shadow's slightly trembling tone sounded: "The spirit of the incense of the Ming Dynasty has transformed into an incense spirit ......."

"The little god hid in the dark, and witnessed the incense villain, alive, and ......gnawed the invulnerable golden body of the Yansheng King one bite at a time."

"Quack, quack, ......

".

The shadow fearfully described the scene when Zhu Xiongying controlled the golden body and devoured the Yan Saint King.

The

hypocrite doesn't know whether it's fear or anger.

The golden body is full of golden light.

The left hand formed a claw and covered the small copper bowl, and for a while, the candle flame below began to burn violently.

The small copper bowl quickly turned red.

The golden rice grains and golden mangs skyrocketed, and the confrontation was made.

But it still seems to be invincible, like a piece of rice falling into a red-hot pot, crackling, and constantly beating violently in the small copper bowl.

The

voice that lost its elegance sounded: "You go to Jinling City ......."

"If you do this, I will help you steal this seed by next year at the latest!"

The shadow watched as the struggle of the general seed became weaker and weaker.

In addition to being happy, he was also deeply afraid of the false saints.

On the one hand, there is a stealing of the seeds, and they are reborn in a new guise.

On one side is the terrifying threat of Zhu Xiongying as an incense elf.

The black shadow fluctuated violently and twisted, struggling and hesitating.

At a certain moment, the voice of the shadow sounded: "The little god obeys!".

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the pseudo-saint's face, and he slowly withdrew the hand that was shrouded in the small copper bowl.

The flame under the copper bowl gradually became smaller and returned to normal.

The golden grains of rice that will be planted are even darker in gold.

......

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