Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 92: Jiang Ziya, a loyal minister of the Shang Dynasty

No one in the court dared to take on the task of building the altar for offering sacrifices to heaven, for fear of being liquidated in advance by King Zhou.

The civil officials in the court refused to accept the task, and the military generals all said that they did not know how to count. There was no choice but to recruit wise men from the opposition to take charge of this work.

Fei Zhong understood King Zhou's intention, and he personally posted a notice, looking for talented and ambitious people to build an altar to worship the sky for the Shang Dynasty.

Whenever someone came to take down the notice, he would ask a few questions.

"Do you know what the king said about building a heavenly altar?"

"The common people know."

"How long do you think it will take to repair?"

“It will definitely be fixed within three years!”

Fei Zhong sneered: "Next."

The next person to reveal the notice believed that it could be repaired within two and a half years. His expression became even colder: "Next one."

During this period, Jiang Ziya had been living in the home of his sworn brother Song Yiren. When he heard that King Zhou was going to build an altar to worship the sky and burn himself to death, he came to take a look as an unemployed vagrant.

He thought the altar's scale was excessive, a waste of money and manpower. If you want to burn yourself, can't you just light a fire in the middle of winter? Why bother with all this effort?

He also took down the notice. When asked by Fei Zhong, he pretended to be embarrassed and said, "To answer the Zhongjian official, this platform is 49 feet high, and we need to build jade buildings and jade railings. It is indeed a huge project. In my opinion, it is necessary to..."

He thought for a moment and said, "It will take thirty-five years to complete."

Fei Zhong was overjoyed and slammed the table with all his might. "Hahahaha! You are truly a great sage of our time. Come, follow me to see His Majesty!"

Jiang Ziya: "???"

How do you know I'm a great sage?

Jiang Ziya was brought into Shouxian Palace in a daze. When King Zhou heard that someone had taken down the notice and that the construction period was "35 years", he immediately praised Jiang Ziya and called him a loyal minister of the Shang Dynasty.

Among all the civil and military officials in the court, he thinks Fei Zhong is the only loyal minister. Today, he finally found the second one, and that is you, Jiang Ziya!

In order not to disappoint his loyal ministers, he acted respectfully and humbly, an attitude he had not used for a long time.

You know, King Zhou could sit and discuss philosophy with Yun Zhongzi. The original text says they "talked for a long time." "A long time" must have been at least an hour, right? While not as charming as the Zhou Dynasty succubus Ji Chang, King Zhou had no trouble winning over Jiang Ziya, a seventy-year-old man who had never been in officialdom and had been transported to society from Kunlun Mountain.

After a few words, Jiang Ziya developed some good feelings towards King Zhou, and finally happily accepted the appointment as a lower-level official. His boss was Bigan. He had nothing to do in normal times, and his main job was to be responsible for the construction of the altar to heaven, with a construction period of thirty-five years!

A team of knights in red robes rushed towards the gate of Chaoge City, raising a cloud of dust.

The captain guarding the gate immediately led his soldiers to meet the enemy and raised a palm to the leading knight, signaling him to stop immediately, otherwise we will shoot arrows.

The leading knight was Deng Ai. He was well prepared and threw out a token with the word "Fei" on it. The captain guarding the gate was startled and hurriedly made way.

Deng Ai found Deng Chanyu's maid Hong Xiao and asked anxiously, "Where is the young lady?"

"The young lady went out a few days ago and hasn't returned yet."

Deng Ai was extremely anxious.

The maid pointed ahead and said, "Miss Su and the young lady are inseparable. She should know where the young lady is going."

"Okay, take me to see Miss Su quickly."

"Left!" "Left again! Pay attention to defense."

"Don't lift your butt, pull your stomach in, and use the strength in your waist and abdomen."

In the room, classmate Daji was practicing martial arts, and the one instructing her was the paper-like teacher Deng Chanyu.

The paper man's ability has a limit. Fortunately, Deng Chanyu left a thought in Daji's paper man. There is no magic spell, and the martial arts can be exerted at 30% of the level.

Daji was sick before and her martial arts skills were very poor. Now her father is no longer the Marquis of Jizhou, and she might have to flee one day. She must hurry to make up for her shortcomings.

"Ayu, this is so difficult." She rubbed her slender waist and complained to the paper mannequin, "Do I have to practice this move over and over again?"

Paper Man Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes: "Everyone practices this way. It must be formed into physical memory."

Daji knew she wasn't there, so she was particularly relaxed. She raised a finger and said playfully, "Can you highlight one key point for me?"

The paper figure was stunned: ".Highlight the key points? What's the point of practicing martial arts? Stop talking nonsense and practice!"

Daji couldn't find a shortcut, so she could only hold the sword and practice every move hard.

Di Ting was like an ordinary puppy, circling around her. Occasionally, when Daji was tired, she would touch the dog's head, and the little guy would bark happily.

Suddenly, Daji felt a sudden inspiration.

She imitated the immortals and counted with her fingers.

My fingers are pinched until they hurt, but I can't figure out anything.
Seriously speaking, she is not as good as Deng Chanyu, who has been practicing Taoism seriously for a year.

Her divination came from Empress Pingxin, who was originally the great witch Houtu of the witch clan. In the entire clan, Houtu was known as the ancestor of the earth witch for her calm character. She was humble and polite, and had a peaceful state of mind. However, a humble barbarian was still a barbarian.

Empress Pingxin's divination skills were really average, not to mention when they were passed on to Daji.

Did I learn it? Yes! Did I master it? It's hard to say.
"What happened? Was it caused by A Yu? Did something happen?" She was still wondering when the gate of the courtyard was violently knocked. Daji looked out from the second-floor window and saw a group of red-robed soldiers wandering anxiously outside the door.

Deng Ai sensed something and looked up, only to see an extremely beautiful face appearing in a room that seemed to belong to his young lady.

How could there be such a beautiful woman in my lady's room?
The maid Hong Xiao also rode a horse, but her speed was slightly slower than Deng Ai's.

At this time, he rushed over and shouted, "Sister Su! They are my young lady's subordinates."

Daji quickly controlled the paper man to go downstairs, open the door, and invite the people in.

"No, no, I have something urgent to do. Where is my young lady?" Deng Ai asked anxiously.

[Six Paths of Reincarnation Sutra] requires emotions such as sorrow, sadness, and depression. Turning these emotions into firewood can make your cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

Negative emotions in the heart can be cleared anytime and anywhere. In addition, Daji is indeed not afraid of death. So what if she dies? Going to the underworld is like going home. Helping to make two bowls of soup, what's so scary?

Originally a beautiful woman, Daji is very confident now that all her worries have gone away.

"I'm Chanyu's friend. She's out on something important and I'm afraid she won't be back for a while. General, if you have anything to say, please tell me."

Deng Ai really wanted to say, "What do you think you are doing?", but facing Daji's peerless beauty, he really didn't dare to be rude.

He lowered his head, his voice filled with sorrow: "Miss Su, our patriarch is seriously ill and I'm afraid he won't make it! Madam wants you to go back and take charge of the situation!"

(End of this chapter)