Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 471 Dreams and the Seven-Aperture Heart
The news of Wen Zhong's death shocked the whole world. Ordinary people, including many people in high positions, did not know how Wen Zhong died. From the outward appearance, it seemed that he was overworked and eventually died of illness.

King Zhou killed his wife and son without authorization. He was extremely cold-hearted and arrogant. He did not feel sad or upset about Wen Zhong's death at all. On the contrary, he felt that a shackle had been completely broken, and he was vaguely excited and thrilled.

Acting one way in front of people and another behind their backs is the basic operation of an emperor. When he appeared in front of many civil and military officials, his face was full of grief, and he once again issued a ban on alcohol.

He was indeed heartbroken, but not for Wen Zhong, but because Wen Zhong had taken away 300,000 elite soldiers of the Shang Dynasty on this western expedition. These were elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles. Now, losing more than 100,000 of them at once would definitely be a serious blow to the Shang Dynasty, not to mention that they had also lost Sishui Pass.

Sishui Pass is not only a pass city, but also a military fortress to defend against the Zhou State. A large amount of food, weapons, armor and arrows are stored here. There are also millions of civilians and more than 100,000 craftsmen around Sishui Pass, and now all of them have become the property of the Zhou State.

King Zhou was busy for more than ten days, rearranging defenses, adjusting military deployments in various places, and mobilizing troops everywhere in the areas under his control. He waited nervously for more than a month, and only when he found that the Zhou Kingdom did not take any further action after occupying Sishui Pass did he feel a little relieved.

Sishui Pass.

Jiang Ziya dragged his heavy old body, arranged the defense of Sishui Pass, and then fell down.

If good fortune, luck, and destiny could be quantified with numbers, then his current values ​​would have definitely dropped to negative numbers, very negative.

Wen Zhong went against the will of heaven, so he died and his teachings were destroyed. From the perspective of heaven, Jiang Ziya was actually even more extreme than Wen Zhong. He used the demon clan, a relic of the previous dynasty, to curse and kill an immortal with a strong human destiny.

The last person who used the magic sword to slaughter humans was called Di Jun. Can you, Jiang Ziya, compare with Di Jun?

After twenty-one days of worshipping the straw man, Wen Zhong was listed to receive his blessings. He had simply lost twenty-one years of his lifespan. He was already nearly ninety, and twenty more years? At this age, he could go to Shu to receive an old-age allowance.

On the tenth day after breaking through Sishui Pass, Lao Jiang's life was over. He did not even leave a last word. As soon as he died, he was surrounded by thick darkness.

I don’t know how much time passed.

He heard the sound of flowing water. He never knew that water could make a gurgling sound. It was as if it was squeezed out from somewhere, and he could vaguely hear someone calling his name.

"Junior Brother Ziya?"

"Junior Brother Ziya, wake up quickly."

The voice was very warm, and this address made him feel as if he were back in Kunlun Mountain.

From "Junior Brother Ziya" to "Junior Brother Jiang," and then to "Lord Ziya" and "Prime Minister Jiang," he felt he was getting further and further away from the path to immortality. Now, there were actually immortals willing to call him "Junior Brother"? How rare.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged immortal with a gaunt face and an immortal look. He thought seriously for a while before his slow brain found relevant memories from his past experiences.

"Senior Brother Yun Zhongzi?"

"It is I, Junior Brother Ziya, you have suffered."

Yun Zhongzi was wearing a red Taoist robe. In Jiang Ziya's eyes, the color was a little dazzling, but his mind was still in a wandering state. He felt dizzy and had no energy to think about it.

"Brother, I remember I already..." Yun Zhongzi said gently, "Don't worry, you're still alive. I used my Seven-Aperture Delicate Heart to refine a furnace of Seven-Turn Heart-Connecting Pills. One aperture against one arrow. Your fate and fortune are difficult to repair, but the damage to your lifespan caused by using the Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Book has been compensated."

He then said earnestly, "Zi Ya, the Seven Arrows Book is too dangerous. Do not use it again."

Jiang Ziya felt that the Seven-Aperture Heart sounded a little familiar, but before he could think about it, Yun Zhongzi talked about the Book of Seven Arrows. He was still frightened at this time and quickly put the matter of the Seven-Aperture Heart out of his mind.

He only knew that it was Yun Zhongzi who saved him, but he didn't understand what means he used even if he was told.

"Brother! I can't hold on any longer!" His voice choked with sobs, filled with grievance. He was too tired, it was too difficult, and his fellow disciples were all busy. When Yang Jian and Wei Hu were in the Zhou camp, he thought his career had taken off and would get better and better. Who could have imagined that that was the peak state! After that, it got worse day by day! Now even Ji Fa has gone to practice Taoism, isn't this ridiculous?

Lu Ya repeatedly warned him not to use the Seven Arrows Book lightly, but he had no choice.

The 90-year-old man was exhausted both physically and mentally. Both his willpower and body had reached their limits and he simply couldn't hold on any longer.

Yun Zhongzi was not in a hurry at all. He listened very carefully and nodded in agreement from time to time.

After Jiang Ziya had been weeping for an unknown amount of time, the Immortal of the Chan Sect of Fortune glanced around. At Sishui Pass, elite Zhou soldiers guarded the gates. Outside, the people in the farmlands still maintained their daily routine of working from sunrise to sunset, as if nothing had changed in millennia.

Yun Zhongzi waved his hand casually, and the people's faces suddenly became more lively, and their bodies and expressions looked a lot more lively.

Jiang Ziya didn't notice anything unusual and continued to chatter about his own concerns, the matter of conferring gods, and the affairs of the human world.

"Junior Brother Yang is a meticulous person. I hope he can avenge Senior Brother Yuding soon. It would be great if he could come back to help me. Senior Brother Huanglong is indeed enthusiastic, but his own ability is a little lacking. Senior Brother Cihang is mysterious and I really can't understand him. Senior Brothers Manjusri and Samantabhadra actually let their disciples go to the Han Kingdom. It is simply incomprehensible. Alas."

He complained a lot, and there was a kind of power emerging in his heart. It seemed that the more he spoke, the faster his body recovered.

Yun Zhongzi suddenly called him, "Junior Brother Ziya."

"Ah? Senior brother, please speak."

"Don't forget our agreement."

Jiang Ziya frowned. What agreement? Did he promise anything?
I wanted to ask more details, but when I looked up, I found that Yun Zhongzi was gone.

The world was spinning around him, and he felt his soul being pushed by some enormous force, speeding at an incredible speed. It seemed like a moment, and also like a hundred years. Finally, his soul merged with an extremely heavy object. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that this was the time he was truly awake.

It turned out that it was just a dream. What had he dreamed about before? He tried hard to recall, but the dream disappeared very quickly. It was like trying to catch the moon in the water. After a long time, it was all in vain.

After all the memories from the dream disappeared, he looked towards the couch.

"Mr. Zi Ya, you are finally awake!" The dark and fat Ju Liusun was worried, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him wake up.

(End of this chapter)