Investiture of the Gods: I am Bigan, the Master of Conspiracy

Chapter 68 March 15th, the calamity is added

Yin Ziyu knew in his heart that the arrival of the catastrophe was because there was no way back and no possibility of turning back.

So, whether the trigger of this catastrophe was a poem or something else, it must have been very cruel.

However, Yin Ziyu felt that, although he had changed a lot, compared to the original Conferred God, it was just the difference of stepping on the accelerator to the bottom.

In the original Conferred God Ceremony, Emperor Xin ran at a speed of 100 miles per hour, but he sped up himself.

So, based on this deduction, Yin Ziyu felt that the fuse of the catastrophe might still be the poem, and there would not be much change.

The catastrophe will come eventually. If one is weak but in control of resources, he will inevitably face the catastrophe of distribution. Even the once powerful demon race cannot avoid it, let alone the human race.

So, since the catastrophe is already destined, it doesn’t matter what the fuse of the catastrophe is, it will come eventually.

"Brother Ziyu seems to be worried!"

Luo Shen asked Yin Ziyu curiously.

Yin Ziyu smiled and said, "Let's go to Chaoge and take a look!"

Luo Shen nodded: "That's fine!"

The two walked out of the sacrificial hall together and walked on the streets of Chaoge. At this time, Chaoge was becoming more and more prosperous. After several years of improvement in fortune, it had almost reached its peak.

It is sufficient to say that the present-day Shang Dynasty has reached or even surpassed the level of the ancient human race.

Luo Shen couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Ziyu, three statements have produced such incredible results. In just a few years, your luck can improve so quickly."

Yin Ziyu sighed, "It's just a period of suppression. When the Human Emperor can explain the human race and redefine it, the rise of destiny is inevitable. You see, all the creatures in Chaoge believe that this prosperous era can last for a very long time. However, I feel that the energy of this catastrophe has already condensed."

After hearing this, Luo Shen exclaimed in surprise: "What, the energy of catastrophe!"

Yin Ziyu nodded: "Yes, the energy of the calamity has condensed, and the calamity is not far away. Let's prepare ourselves!"

In a blink of an eye, it was March 15th. The sky was clear and the sun was high in the sky, but Yin Ziyu was a little solemn.

It is the annual day to worship Nuwa again.

In front of the Nuwa Temple, wisps of incense rise and spread around the temple like a layer of gauze.

In accordance with the annual practice, Emperor Xin, along with a group of ministers including Yin Ziyu, Luoshen, Shang Rong, etc., carried out the annual Nuwa Temple sacrificial ceremony in an orderly manner.

Emperor Xin still used luck as incense to solemnly offer sacrifices to Nuwa,

When the sacrifice was over and everyone was about to leave, a gust of wind suddenly blew without any warning.

The curtain covering the statue of Nuwa was lifted by the wind and blew across Emperor Xin's face.

Emperor Xin was caught off guard and was dazed by the wind.

When Emperor Xin opened his eyes, he immediately looked at the statue of Nuwa above.

For some reason, an inexplicable impulse suddenly surged in Emperor Xin's heart, and when Yin Ziyu saw this, he immediately knew that this moment had finally come.

"Someone! Bring me a pen!"

Emperor Xin's voice was high-pitched, revealing unquestionable majesty.

Although the attendants were surprised, they did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly fetched pen and ink.

Yin Ziyu did not stop Emperor Xin from asking for pen and ink, because it was meaningless to stop him.

Fundamentally speaking, the calamity is bound to come, and the fuse is bound to appear. This is the plan of the sage, and even if the sage takes action personally, it is not something I can stop.

So, if we try to stop it, we may be suspected by the saint, and we will not be able to stop it from succeeding.

The arrival of this great calamity can be changed by stopping people from burning incense and writing poems.

What the saints covet is the destiny of the human race. Yuanshi wants to thoroughly establish the right to interpret the way of heaven of the Chanjiao. Only under this premise will the catastrophe appear.

The poem was the most insignificant trigger, and the purpose was to achieve the effect of Duke Zhuang of Zheng shooting the Emperor of Zhou with an arrow.

Let Emperor Xin destroy his own legal lineage, so that the princes from all sides can attack him.

In this case, Yin Ziyu should just follow the saint's plan, let the catastrophe come first, and then make plans when the secrets of heaven are obscured.

At least, writing a poem is still under my control, but if I am looking for other triggers, it is not under my control.

At this moment, Emperor Xin stood before the wall, his brush dipped in thick ink, and after a moment's thought, he wrote a shocking poem on the wall:
The statue of Nuwa shines with golden light, and her peerless fairy figure illuminates the temple.

You should abandon the lonely world of the Nine Heavens and return to the lonely tent to accompany the king.

Her body is like a willow dancing in the wind, and her eyes are like autumn waves with dew.

From now on, Chaoge is full of spring colors, and I will get drunk and sleep with you like a pair of mandarin ducks.

When this poem came out, everyone present was stunned.

The meaning of the poem is straightforward and bold. There is no reverence for Nuwa at all. Instead, the poet is full of desire for her beauty. He even wants Nuwa to accompany him. The frivolity and insolence in his words are far beyond ordinary.

Yin Ziyu looked at the poem, which was even more outrageous and unscrupulous.

Yin Ziyu vaguely remembered the original poem about the Conferred Gods: "The phoenix tent is extraordinary, adorned with intricate patterns of gold and mud. Curving distant mountains fly green, while dancing sleeves reflect the rosy clouds on their skirts." Pear blossoms, wet with rain, compete for beauty, while peonies, shrouded in mist, flaunt their alluring beauty. Only the enchanting one can move, and retrieve Changle to serve the king.

This poem is barely acceptable, but this one is simply filthy to the extreme.

Prime Minister Shang Rong saw this and cried out, "Your Majesty, this is treasonous and will be punished by Heaven!"

Emperor Xin didn't care at all at this moment, and said calmly: "I am the emperor of mankind. Seeing your peerless beauty, what's wrong with writing a poem to praise you?"

After Emperor Xin finished speaking, he left immediately, as if he had become a different person.

Only the ministers were left dumbfounded.

When Yin Ziyu saw this, he instantly understood that because Emperor Xin was too pious, his poem this time had increased the blasphemy, otherwise it would not have achieved that irreversible effect.

If it was the original poem, it could have been salvaged simply by Emperor Xin's piety over the years, his prestige, and several plans, but this time it was irreversible.

Yin Ziyu estimated that this was the maximum dose the saint had used in order to achieve a successful effect.

At this moment, Luo Shen was also frightened and looked shocked, with her beautiful eyes wide open.

Yin Ziyu didn't say much, but looked at him with a serious expression.

Shang Rong came before Yin Ziyu and said, "Your Majesty, you have written this obscene poem, insulting the Holy Emperor and showing no reverence at all. Now you have committed a crime against the Holy Emperor. Blasphemy against the Holy Emperor is a capital offense. You and I will wash it away with water. I am afraid that if the princes of the world learn of it, there will be chaos in the world, and my country will be in danger!"

Yin Ziyu nodded: "Come, get some clean water!"

Soon, someone brought clean water, and Yin Ziyu washed the poem himself, but it could not be washed off.

Yin Ziyu sighed and looked at Luoshen: "Let's make a plea to the Holy Mother!"

(End of this chapter)