One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 764: Threatening Hu Xiuwu with the lives of the people

Although Hu Xiuwu's elimination of the city gods of Luoyang and Fengxiang caused serious harm, Zhenwu and others could still understand it.

But when Hu Xiuwu attacked the county god, it was a bit unethical.

You killed Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, and stood up to the traitor Zhenwu of the Five Elders. Why did you go to attack a mere county city god?

You've used a butcher knife to kill a chicken. You've made everyone lose face! Huang Mei, who was defeated by Hu Xiuwu, was reduced to the same level as the City God of He County.

The gods and immortals are naturally arrogant and unwilling to help mortals who are not worth mentioning, and unwilling to receive the demon king who was born as a demon. Hu Xiuwu caused great losses in the human world, but the Jade Emperor still only sent his subordinates instead of taking action personally.

Nezha and Yang Jian looked down on the gods who were weaker than themselves, and they felt it was an insult to fight with monsters of lower status than themselves.

Originally, Zhenwu also thought that Hu Xiuwu also had this kind of arrogance. After all, Hu Xiuwu also had that kind of innocent kindness.

Unexpectedly, Hu Xiuwu was so shameless that he even beat the county god.

This is even more difficult.

Yes, Zhenwu was angry not because he despised Hu Xiuwu, but because he was more troubled by the next plan.

From Li Jing, the Heavenly King of the Pagoda, to the City God of Heqing County, Hu Xiuwu's target range was too wide and the fluctuations were too great.

It is even more difficult to predict who and where Hu Xiuwu’s next target will be.

'Should I waste another thousand years on him?'

Zhenwu's face was gloomy. He had just finished the hard work of clearing the demons in Northern Juluzhou, but now he had to track down such a difficult person Hu Xiuwu. He was irritated and angry, like the fire in the furnace, burning fiercely.

Who would be willing to rush around in the human world for a thousand years without any peace?

But what can we do now? Hu Xiuwu has erased his traces so cleanly.

Zhenwu had a gloomy face and threw his problem to everyone: "Do you have any ideas? Do you want to toil and toil in this world for thousands of years?"

Nezha rubbed his ears, pretending not to hear. The four great celestial masters looked at each other, stroked their beards and thought deeply.

After a long silence, Zhang Daoling spoke first: "I have an idea, but I need His Majesty Zhenwu's approval."

Zhenwu raised his hand and said, "You can talk as you like."

Zhang Daoling said: "When the thief fled, he still did not forget to take away the mortals in Sanhe City. He has compassion for mortals."

"Why not spread the word that the barbarians in Northern Juluzhou have an affair with Hu Xiuwu, and that His Majesty Zhenwu wants to clean up Northern Juluzhou."

Nezha was surprised: "Clear the entire continent?"

Zhang Daoling said coldly: "Since the remaining barbarians in Northern Juluzhou are unwilling to be educated, it is better to just wipe them out and rebuild the human race."

Ge Xuan, Sa Shoujian and Xu Xun also felt their scalps tingling, and were shocked by the cruelty of their colleague.

After all, he was the Taoist Heavenly Master who had followed Laojun's orders, destroyed mountains and temples, and cleared out the evil gods of Sichuan and Shu witchcraft.

In fact, this trick would be best used in Nanchanbu Continent, but the forces in Nanchanbu Continent are complicated and intertwined, and it is impossible to tell who is whose disciple and who is whose descendant, so it is easy to offend people.

Uttarakuru is still cleaner and can use more radical approaches.

Decisive and ruthless in killing.

Zhenwu thought for a moment and made a decision: "Okay! I will listen to what Zhang Tianshi said and order the messenger from the Heavenly Palace to spread the message to the three realms.

"After three months, I will raise a flood in the north to wash away the northern continent." "It all depends on whether Hu Xiuwu will come!"

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"You definitely can't go. If I go, I'll just fall into their trap."

Hu Xiuwu was carrying a book box on his back, sweating profusely and soaking his clothes. He finally arrived under the shade of an old tree, stopped, put down the book box, took out a handkerchief from the box and spread it on a bluestone.

Hu Xiuwu sat on a rock, loosened his clothes to fan himself inside, then took out a water bag from his bookcase and took several big gulps of it before he let out a long, refreshed breath and sat on the rock to relax his body and regain his strength.

It's not surprising at all. Anyone who sees him will just think that he is a traveling scholar. They don't realize that he is the biggest traitor in and outside the Three Realms.

He shook his head and others would only think that he was reciting poems in his mind instead of thinking about how to save the people of the state.

"The gods in Black Mythology are too anthropomorphic. They can think of and do anything."

It is incredible that the Heavenly Court acquiesced to the threat of a purge. Is it really so similar to the human court?

Hu Xiuwu was indeed a little helpless.

But there is one bottom line that cannot be changed, he cannot go to Uttarakuru. If he goes there, he will fall into their trap, even if he can escape their siege this time.

But once they have tasted the sweetness, there will definitely be a next time, and the next time... and you will be dragged into their rhythm and run around for a living.

Hu Xiuwu pounded his swollen and sore calves, thinking of a solution while cursing the person who came up with the idea:

"This bastard is more like Yan Song than the metaphorical Yan Song in Journey to the West. He is running the most inhumane track."

"Brother Gu, did you have a good rest? We still have to climb Liangfu Mountain to watch the sunset today."

A smiling scholar wearing a brocade robe embroidered with green bamboo patterns waved at Hu Xiuwu.

Compared with Hu Xiuwu, he was very dry, with no sweat on his body, no mud under his feet, and felt relaxed and comfortable.

It was not because he had achieved great success in cultivation, but because he was carried here by four servants.

It is now the end of the Tang Dynasty, and Mount Tai is no longer what it is today. Not only is it sparsely populated, but there are also often large insects causing trouble in the mountains.

In this era, ordinary people don’t dare to go into the mountains alone.

It’s even more terrifying in the Black Myth. There are not only tigers in the mountains, but also monsters. Even Wu Song can’t defeat them.

If ordinary people want to visit scenic spots and historical sites, they have to travel with others and have someone to escort them.

Hu Xiuwu was no exception. He pretended to be a scholar who had learned a few magic tricks and came to the town at the foot of Mount Tai, where he met this young man.

The two hit it off immediately, and Hu Xiuwu also learned the background of this young man. He was the fifth son of the county magistrate of Dengzhou County, Zhu Shouyun, whose courtesy name was Jingdu.

Zhu Shouyun has an eccentric personality and although he is a little arrogant, he still has a bottom line. At least he will pay people when he hires them.

So Zhu Shouyun and his group of children of officials were going to visit Liangfu Mountain. When Zhu Shouyun heard that Hu Xiuwu was going to Mount Tai, he pulled Hu Xiuwu into the team and went to the entrance of Mount Tai together.

Among their group, Zhu Shouyun had the most distinguished family background. So, although others had some complaints about Hu Xiuwu, the poor and poor disciple in blue clothes, they did not dare to spoil Zhu Shouyun's fun.

Hu Xiuwu was drinking water, while others were eating snacks and drinking Baihua wine.

After putting away his things, Hu Xiuwu said with a smile: "Then let's set off to climb Liangfu Mountain and listen to Brother Jingdu's poems."

Zhu Shouyun got on the sedan chair and said, "Of course, I will not let Brother Xiuwu down. Brother Xiuwu, have you thought of the poem?"

Hu Xiuwu smiled and said, "I already have a draft in mind."

Yes, he had figured it out.

(End of this chapter)