Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 564 King Zhou used the God of Poverty Card on you

Fuxi used the Hetu and Luoshu to deduce twice: "It seems there are three candidates."

"Oh?" Deng Chanyu became interested immediately. She only remembered Bo Yikao and really didn't know the other two.

"My dear nephew, please look."

Fuxi asked her to look at the results of the River Map and Luoshu herself.

The three figures were blurry. From a distance, one could seem to see a bit of starlight among them. The destinies of these three people were extraordinary.

Deng Chanyu projected his spiritual thoughts into it, and deduced again with the help of the original starlight in his body.

She easily identified the first one. She already knew the answer. It was Ji Chang's eldest son, Bo Yikao, who was named Ziwei Emperor in the original time and space.

She looked at the second one carefully for a long time and felt that it seemed to be Li Jing. She guessed that if Li Jing was on the list, he would be a candidate for the emperor.

Li Jing's wife was Madam Yin. From their surnames, you can tell that Old Li was related to King Zhou and was not a commoner.

Li Jing had already escaped the Conferred God Tribulation and, step by step, cultivated himself to the level of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King. Now in the Han Kingdom, there were no opportunities for him to fight in battle, so it was not a big problem for him to survive the tribulation safely. He was basically just a runner-up, so there was no need to pay too much attention to him.

I really can't tell who the last Deng Chanyu is. I vaguely feel like I have seen her before, but she has met many people.

Her good friend Huangdi reminded her: "People with this kind of fate should have similar experiences. Their status is extremely high, and they are definitely not peddlers."

Speaking of the emperor's fate, the three people from Huoyun Cave are all professionals. They understand and master more comprehensive information than Nuwa, which is of great help to Deng Chanyu.

Bo Yikao, Li Jing, and there is still a mysterious person missing, and we don’t know who it is. This matter is hanging in the air, and it really makes me feel uncomfortable.

Deng Chanyu did not return to the princess's mansion to play mahjong, but wandered around the city of Nandu.

She could feel that the aura of catastrophe was getting heavier. If she had encountered this situation in the early days of Conferred Gods, she would have been able to calculate some results with the measuring ruler. But now, everything was in chaos and she could not see anything.

Guess? How can I guess?

In fact, many great nobles have similar status and experience as Bo Yikao and Li Jing. According to her understanding, Weizi, Jizi, Bigan, Deng Xiu, and San Yisheng are all similar, so it is impossible to tell who is the candidate for Emperor Ziwei.

Except for the East China Sea, the entire prehistoric world was very peaceful. The powerful ones were thinking about the holy throne, the immortals lived their lives as usual, and the human world had a complete ceasefire due to the previous drought. Although it was clearly in the midst of a catastrophe, the whole world appeared to be at peace.

Qi State had the advantages of fish and salt and convenient navigation. Jiang Huanchu served as the King of Qi for several years and gradually suppressed the two hundred princes of the past in the east.

Jiang Ziya's ability to govern the Zhou Dynasty was beyond doubt. There were also civilian uprisings on his side, but there was little killing. Those civilians were eventually forced to build roads and canals. Bo Yikao would transport large quantities of cattle, sheep and livestock from Jincheng in the northwest to the Zhou Dynasty from time to time. Overall, the country operated smoothly.

The Han State was vast and rich in resources, and its soldiers and generals were capable of fighting. They would fight the barbarians whenever they had time, shifting all domestic conflicts to the outside world.

Only the Shang Dynasty in the Central Plains lacked strategic depth. King Zhou was a tyrant and killed all the rebels without any reason. He also used tortures such as burning with fire and scorpion pots. Those who were left were forced to build temples and pagodas. The national strength of the entire Shang Dynasty plummeted, but he still thought it was okay.

At the instigation of Fei Zhong and You Hun, King Zhou held a grand ancestral sacrifice ceremony, and then prayed to his ancestors for blessings, asking them to send down several gods of war, gods of martial arts, or gods of killing to help him overthrow the Zhou Kingdom.

King Zhou originally had the idea of ​​seeking help from Buddha, but he was always uncertain in his heart and felt that doing so seemed not a good idea, so he comforted himself by thinking that Buddha would protect him in the afterlife, so he should let his ancestors help him in this life.

The Shang Dynasty's fortune had long since declined. Qi, Zhou, and Han had taken away at least half of its luck, and coupled with King Zhou's perverse actions, its fortune declined drastically. The ancestors heard his call and attempted to respond, but their luck was insufficient, and the results of their summons were suddenly far off the mark.

Zhou State, Xiqi City.

Ma believed that her husband was the prime minister, the father-in-law of the chancellor, and the father of Ji Fa. It was hard to say whether he was second only to the emperor, but he was definitely above everyone else.

She no longer had the same long-term ambitions as before and forcefully expelled the Han craftsmen. Who was Deng Chanyu? She didn't know him! She wore silk and satin, drank fine liquor, and lived the life of a true noblewoman.

Ma was already fat, and now she eats too much every day, making her even fatter.

Jiang Ziya and many officials of the Zhou State condoned some of her behaviors. As long as she did not interfere in politics and acted arrogantly and boasted on a daily basis, there would be no problem.

Today, Ma also went out in a sedan chair. As soon as the sedan chair left the prime minister's residence, it was blocked by beggars who appeared from nowhere.

The beggar was skinny and wore tattered clothes. He held a broken bowl in his hand, which contained some leftover porridge that smelled disgusting.

"Where did you come from, you stinky beggar? Get out of here!"

Ma hated these beggars whose social status was far lower than hers. She would scold them personally every time to satisfy her vanity as a superior person.

The beggar, wearing a tattered bamboo hat and with his eyes narrowed into a line, looked at Ma from a peculiar perspective and said with a smile, "You are born to be poor."

"You stinking beggar! Get out!"

Ma didn't like being told that she was poor, so she cursed loudly in the sedan chair. The beggar smiled and walked into a dark alley nearby.

Less than a hundred steps after the team had gone out, Ma suddenly noticed something was wrong with her purse. She opened it and found that it was empty.

Sedan chair bearers, guards, attendants and maids also said one after another that their money was lost. Some lost 30%, some lost half, and Ma was the only one who lost all her money.

I didn't take it seriously at first.

But that evening, a fire broke out in the Prime Minister's residence, and all the silks that Ma had saved for many years and had been reluctant to use were burned to ashes.

The next day, the Prime Minister's Mansion was robbed again, and a large amount of copper coins were lost. On the third day, Nangong Shi's carriage suddenly lost control and crashed straight into the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The gate flew out and collapsed two warehouses.

Ma was not a completely confused person. After all, she had been to Kunlun Mountain with Deng Chanyu and had some experience. When she realized something was wrong, she immediately sent people to Sishui Pass to find Jiang Ziya.

After listening to her description, Jiang Ziya asked, "Madam, did you see which direction the beggar came from?"

Ma thought carefully and said, "It seems to be coming from the west."

"Beggar, what is that thing?" Ma asked in a timid tone.

Jiang Ziya's face was serious, and he stroked his beard and said, "If my guess is correct, then he must be the son of Zhuanxu, the God of Poverty who was exiled from the land of Shenzhou long ago."

(End of this chapter)