Sun Wukong's life simulator

Chapter 226 Unbelief and a shot

A quiet room in the depths of Qiankun Pavilion, although not as vast and real as Fangcun Mountain, is also a world of mental power that has just taken shape.

For a moment, the way of heaven is also unaware.

Sun Wukong, the Daoist of Qiankun, sat cross-legged in the quiet room, looking at the young emperor Xin in front of him, he naturally thought of the Tianxixing Lord from the Three Realms era.

At that time, Di Xin was also a pawn of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, first in charge of the Palace of Marriage, and then concurrently in charge of the God of the Sun Star Monarch.

It was this change that allowed him to see that the layout of the Havoc in Heaven was related to the Virgin of the Golden Spirit.

It wasn't until later in the war against the sky that he truly understood the usefulness of Di Xin.

The Palace of Marriage is the power of marriage in the human realm, and Sun Xingjun is the power of heaven and stars.

Di Xin has the power of both heaven and man, and marriage is the beginning of human reproduction, which is related to the birth and death of authentic reincarnation.

Therefore, he is like a bridge. In the battle against the heavens, he helped the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit interweave and fuse the power of the three ways of heaven, earth and man, and then condensed the power of opening the sky.

Of course, that battle was lost in the end.

But it also made him see the problem clearly, the tunnel is incomplete, and the human way is too weak.

Now that he has returned to the Age of Conferred Gods, Di Xin is still the emperor, and everything has just begun.

"Judging from the words just now, you should have been paying attention to the situation of the widow and the big merchant." Di Xin said first, "The widow doesn't understand why the Daoist said that the problem of the big merchant is not in the governance of the country?"

"What Pindao said is of course based." Sun Wukong smiled, "Because the sky wants to destroy you, no matter how wise you are, how diligent you are, and how ambitious you are, you will never escape, so what can you do? "

"Number of days? My business is in its prime, who can destroy it? Who dares to destroy it?" Di Xin got up and left immediately, "It's ridiculous that I would waste time with a crazy Taoist like you."

"Since it is a prosperous age, why did Yuan Futong and the princes of the 72nd Route rebel?" Sun Wukong sat there without moving.

"It's all about rebellious ministers and thieves!" Di Xin stood at the door of the quiet room, turned his back and said, "Today, Hu Xiaoyu pointed out the issue of petty officials, so I will spare you once.
Next time you dare to speak nonsense again, I will let you know what the majesty of the Emperor is. "

He has won the throne of the emperor, has his own ancestral law, and knows how to mobilize the luck of the human race.

When he said this, he saw the golden light of humanity and luck gathered around him, like an unstoppable sharp sword, which was extraordinary.

Afterwards, Di Xin lost his majesty, turned around and took a look, then left the quiet room and Qiankun Pavilion directly.

Sun Wukong, the Daoist of Qiankun, just smiled and didn't stop him.

Based on what he knew about Di Xin when he was in the Three Realms, this Human Sovereign was very assertive, and he couldn't be persuaded by just a few words.

Soon, the Three Demons came to the quiet room to pay their respects.

"Master, do you think this Emperor will believe him?" Nine-headed pheasant spirit Hu Ximei asked, full of curiosity.

"What the master says is what it is, so he can't help but not believe it." Hu Xiaoyu, a jade pipa master, is very confident.

"This is a virtuous king with clear and clear policies." Hu Xian'er, the nine-tailed fox spirit, nodded slightly, "But he has a very strong temper. I'm afraid he won't believe what Master said for a while, and it will take some time."

"Three days later, he came to see me." Monkey King finally said.

The three demons looked at each other and laughed. They didn't miss what the master said.

……

Three days later, March [-]th.

Emperor Xin led the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty to offer incense to Nuwa Palace, and was guarded by Wucheng King Huang Feihu leading the imperial cavalry.

Driving out of the south gate of Chaoge, every family burned incense and set fires, and every household decorated with colored carpets.

Looking at the Limin people on both sides of the road, Di Xin recalled what he saw the day before yesterday.

In fact, he has been thinking about that petty official for the past three days.

At the same time, whenever he thinks of this place, the words of the crazy Taoist Qiankun will linger in his mind.

"Small officials, peddlers, common people, the common people are the cornerstone of great business." Di Xin has already figured out this truth, but he has not yet come up with any good solution to solve the bottom-level problems.

"Prime Minister, Uncle Wang, how about the small official? How about the peddler? How about the common people? I heard about it the day before yesterday..." He asked Shang Rong and Bigan beside him, and roughly explained the conflict between the peddler and the peddler the day before yesterday.

Shang Rong and Bigan looked at each other with smiles on their faces. It is naturally a blessing for the country to care about the people.

"What your majesty said is that low-level officials are the closest to the people in the court, and their every move will affect the people's opinion of the court. This is a great word." Shang Rong said with a smile,
"The veteran thought that to solve this problem, it is necessary to strengthen the administration of officials. If the administration of officials is clear, the people will be peaceful." He said his way.

Di Xin nodded slightly, then looked at Bigan again.

"Your Majesty, moral education is also the most important thing. If the petty official and the people are in harmony, the problem will be solved." Bigan said.

"What the Prime Minister and Uncle Wang said are all good strategies." After Di Xin said a word, he didn't look at them again, and he was naturally a little disappointed.

There is indeed no problem with the methods of government and education, but none of them is from the standpoint of the people.

He understood, and he couldn't find anything if he asked again.

As if he had never cared about low-level issues before, counting on two nobles?

"Ignore that crazy Taoist, next time I will go to Qiankun Pavilion and ask Hu Xian'er and Hu Xiaoyu for advice." Di Xin had a decision in his mind.

After arriving at the Nuwa Palace, he got off the chariot, entered the main hall, and finished burning incense.

Di Xin watched the magnificent scene in the hall. There were statues of golden boys and jade girls on both sides.

Suddenly a gust of wind rolled up the curtain, and the statue of Nuwa appeared.

Di Xin's eyes, which were still sober just now, suddenly became blurred, looking at the beautiful and graceful holy statue.

"It's so beautiful..." An idea came to his mind, he raised his sword, and was about to write a poem in Nuwa Palace.

"Your Majesty, this is a holy place that cannot be desecrated!" Shang Rong was shocked.

"Your Majesty, don't do it!" Bigan wanted to go up to stop him.

Seeing that the edge of the sword was about to fall, the other civil and military officials were also flustered.

"Wake up!" Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Di Xin's heart, with mysterious and invisible power dispelling the confusion in his eyes.

"Huh?" Di Xin woke up, looked at the sword in his hand, and then thought about the idea just now, his complexion changed drastically.

……

In the void above Nuwa Palace.

A bald Taoist with a kind face looked at the scene below with a smile on his face.

"This is a palace for Nuwa, and this Human Emperor is protected by human luck. The quasi-sage absolutely dare not make mistakes here."

"But it's a pity that the heavens want to destroy your great merchant, so what about the emperor? You have to bow your head in front of the saint."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind with a kind of supernatural power that confused the mind directly blew into Nuwa Palace, and submerged into Di Xin's body through the human luck of the bodyguard.

Seeing Di Xin's blurred eyes, he raised his sword to inscribe a poem.

The smile on Zhunti's face grew even bigger, "Nuwa, don't blame the poor Taoist for taking action. The poor Taoist is just following orders."

But the next moment, the smile on his face disappeared.

Because he found that for some reason, Di Xin suddenly became sober.

"Who is it?" He was suspicious for a while, and hurriedly tried to use his probing powers.

Suddenly... Crash!
A little bit of cold light pierced the void, and a black spear with blood-colored texture, like an arrow, pierced directly at his back with endless fierceness.

"Scared! God Killing Spear!" Zhunti was shocked and tried to hide through the air.

"Forbidden!" At the same time, he imprisoned the void in all directions with one thought.

But this is a congenital treasure, and it is a surprise attack, where it can be imprisoned, let alone escaped.

laugh!
Even the body of a sage couldn't resist the power of the innate treasure, Zhunti was directly pierced through.

"Is this Rahu's sanctification?" Without even thinking about it, he walked away through the air, looking a little panicked.

At this time, the two figures were hidden in another void, unobserved by the Dao of Heaven.

"So timid?" Sun Wukong, Taoist of Qiankun, was very surprised.

He had just used the God-killing Spear as an arrow, and unexpectedly injured Zhunti.

Unexpectedly, this saint didn't even have the courage to fight, so he ran away directly.

"Hey, it's good to escape, but it will save a lot of hands and feet." Monkey King smiled.

In the previous simulated life, after Daoist Qiankun cast a spell to wake up Di Xin, he was discovered by Zhunti, and after another battle, he lost to the power of the saint and was defeated and beheaded.

Now that he has two blood soul avatars and magic weapons in his hands, even if Zhunti stays and fights with him, he is sure to retreat unscathed.

Not only that, but he also brought the seed of mind power hidden in the heart of the main body. The cultivation of mind power at the peak of the quasi-sage is naturally infinitely useful.

"After this catastrophe, you should believe my grandson's words?" Qiankun Daoist Sun Wukong looked at Nuwa Palace again, and under the cover of mental strength, he melted into nothingness and disappeared.

……

On the other side, Zhunti fled all the way to Tianwaitian, turned around and found that there was no movement chasing him, so he went to see the blood hole on his body that was difficult to heal for a while.

"It's a big loss, it's a big loss!" He cried out his heartache.

He has heard the name of the God Killing Spear for a long time, but has never seen it. Today he has tasted the power of this innate treasure.

"Who is it? The God Killing Spear is the treasure of the Demon Ancestor Luohu. Could it be that Luohu is not dead, but he has cultivated into the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal?" Zhunti was still puzzled.

He didn't find out who did it just now, and he didn't even see anyone.

However, based on the relationship between Rahu and Taoist ancestor, it is naturally impossible to become holy through the merits of heaven.

In recent years, Honghuang has not had the vision of heaven and earth to become holy through virtue, so he can only follow the path of law and step into the realm of Hunyuan Daluo.

"Golden Immortal Hunyuan Great Luo..." Zhun Ti felt lingering fear again.

Although the Hunyuan Saint who cultivated with the merits of the Heavenly Dao is in the same realm as the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, his strength is far inferior.

The other party has the innate treasure in his hand, if he intends to kill him today, I am afraid that the six saints under the prehistoric world will become five.

Looking at the Zixiao Palace standing in the vast emptiness ahead, Zhunti temporarily put away these thoughts.

"No, this injury is not enough!" He thought for a while, gritted his teeth again, and stretched out his hand to yank the bloody hole left by the God Killing Spear.

So the wound got bigger.

"Pain, pain, pain!" He yelled repeatedly, and went straight into Zixiao Palace.

Of course Daozu could see his act of self-mutilation just now, and even saw the sneak attack over Nuwa Palace before, but he had to look right.

　Thank you Guangxuanzi for your reward, Xie Xie ('ω')!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)