After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"What did Senior Wang do afterward?"

Wang Lingguan slapped his thigh.

"I originally intended to kill all these guys, but a good friend of mine, an old scholar, told me that infighting would lead to internal strife. The old scholar told me a plan."

Wang Lingguan winked at Zhou Yan and Little Yama, a playful gesture, but the murderous intent and bloodlust within could not be concealed.

"I kidnapped that emperor's own brother and daughter, then summoned my brother, the eunuch who had been granted amnesty, and made the eunuch watch as my brother skinned the emperor's daughter and brother alive, one by one!" (Ling)

Wang Lingguan's eyes were wide open in anger.

When Wang Lingguan went to kidnap members of the imperial family, he witnessed these members of the imperial family profiting from the national crisis, raising grain prices and wantonly annexing the land on which the people depended for survival, even when the people were resorting to cannibalism.

Since you are unrighteous, why should I preach righteousness?

So when Wang Lingguan placed the captured imperial relatives in front of the seemingly reserved and arrogant eunuch who acted superior to him, Wang Lingguan was delighted to see the eunuch show a look of fear.

Later, when Wang Lingguan ordered his men to come up one by one and skin these imperial relatives alive, this eunuch who served the emperor was so frightened that he wet himself.

Taisho's retribution was Wang Lingguan.

Little Yama praised.

"Did they cut off their own escape route?"

Wang Lingguan said sadly.

"Yes, I cut off my brothers' escape route, so they had no choice but to follow me to the capital. We defeated the emperor and hanged all the imperial relatives, wealthy people and gentry."

"Later, when Wang was plundering the Taisho National Treasury to provide disaster relief, he discovered something."

Wang Lingguan put on His upper garment.

"This old emperor used every means to prolong his dynasty: blood sacrifices, human sacrifices, praying to gods and Buddhas, and holding sacrificial ceremonies every year."

Zhou Yan was also aware of this.

Back on Penglai Island, Zhou Yan had heard Zhao Wenhe say that he offered sacrifices to the Heavenly Emperor every year, but the Heavenly Emperors never paid him any attention. So after the fall of Taisho, Zhao Wenhe turned to the dark side.

Wang Lingguan gritted his teeth.

"At that time, Wang planned to burn all seven of these things that had harmed and harmed people, and that had used the people of the 9th National Congress of the Communist Party of China as sacrifices for his own selfish interests. He also planned to burn all the people involved in these things to the ground!"

Zhou Yan gave a thumbs-up.

"well done!"

Little Yama nodded as well.

"It's not a pity to die."

When Zhao Wenhe saw Wang Lingguan swiftly destroying armies and about to besiege the city, he did everything he could.

Even the heretical sect of Buddhism, which uses people as instruments of ritual, was recruited by Zhao Wenhe.

Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun don't need to look at history to know how many people Zhao Wenhe killed in order to get the Heavenly Emperor to take notice of him.

"but……"

Wang Lingguan sighed.

"The scholar who had been advising Wang all along and helped him overthrow the Taisho Dynasty was quite interested in these sacrificial offerings and rituals. He intercepted quite a few items from a certain family and studied them in private."

Zhou Yan couldn't help but shake his head. This scholar...

That's just courting death.

"They've been researching it for two days..."

Wang Lingguan took another bite of the sesame seed cake.

"This scholar has disappeared and cannot be found."

Wang Lingguan stared at Zhou Yan, his tone serious.

“A perfectly healthy man, gone, vanished without a trace. I asked the scholar’s ​​disciples, children, and none of them saw how he disappeared. The most terrifying thing is…”

Wang Lingguan pointed to His head.

"I discovered that Wang was starting to forget the scholar's name."

Zhou Yan and Little Yama's expressions changed one after the other. Part Two

This statement...9

It's somewhat similar to what happened to Qingqiu back then.

Wang Lingguan put the last bite of the sesame seed cake into his mouth, chewing as he spoke.

“Something’s not right here. I collected the heretical ritual implements and evil sacrificial tools that this scholar was researching, but after only a few days of research, a group of brothers came to me to ask me questions…”

Wang Lingguan was somewhat angry.

"Does Wang want to become the Emperor of ○○?"

Zhou Yan and Little Yama knew what happened next: Wang Lingguan successfully withdrew from the throne, leaving the competition for the imperial position to others. (Lu)

“I didn’t want to take the job, but my brothers forced me to. They had even decided which regions they would govern and which kings and generals they would become. I had no choice but to leave the capital with the magic artifact that made the scholar disappear, intending to find a place to become a leisurely farmer and live a life where I could eat my fill and my family wouldn’t go hungry.”

Wang Lingguan smiled faintly, seemingly longing for the life of a leisurely farmer.

The little Yama King beside him said something to Zhou Yan.

"Fortunately, Wang Lingguan is gone, otherwise, after the Taisho era, we might still be in the feudal era."

As a true god, Wang Lingguan was always the core figure of the entire rebel army. With the departure of such a figure, the rebel army lost its core support, fell apart, and eventually established the Eastern Xia United States in a democratic republican manner.

"After leaving the capital, the family found a quiet place and devoted themselves to studying the magical artifacts and ritual objects that caused the scholar's disappearance."

Wang Lingguan patted himself down and soon pulled out a metal vessel with a tiger's head and a broken neck.

Wang Lingguan stared at the thing and said.

"This is a sacrificial artifact of the Fuhu Sect. Someone went to the original site of the Fuhu Sect to look for this sect, and finally found that this sect... seems to... only exist in written history."

Zhou Yan asked, puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Lingguan scratched his head.

"That's right, some historical records, local chronicles, and county chronicles mention this sect and describe some of the sect's masters who possess magical artifacts condensed from immortal techniques. But when I went to look for it, I found that the records in the chronicles and county chronicles differed from reality."

"For example, sects don't have local chronicles, but county chronicles are written in such grand terms. Also, some of the masters in sects really exist, while others don't exist at all."

Chapter Sixteen does not exist.

what happened?

It's one thing that the cemetery inside the Hou Sheng Temple has a tombstone for Wang Lingguan, but why is there one for Wenquxing (the God of Literature) as well?

Zhou Yan opened the attribute panel of the Wenquxing tombstone, but the panel was filled with question marks.

Zhou Yan was somewhat incredulous. He was now a Bai Ze with nearly 70% awakening, and he still couldn't see through a mere grave mound?

Zhou Yan withdrew from human form and revealed his mythological form, then stared at the burial mound with the added power of his mythological form.

Zhou Yan saw a series of garbled characters appear before his eyes, seemingly indicating that the omniscient reader had extracted information from the grave mound, but this information was difficult to understand. (Part Three)

However, these were nothing. Zhou Yan used his omniscience to analyze the garbled text, and entirely new characters appeared before his eyes.

Name: Wenquxing Tomb

Origin: A tomb containing the shattered divine essence of a deity...

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Even with divine empowerment, omniscience seems to be limited to this level.

Zhou Yan scanned everything around the Temple of the Future, but the temple was shrouded in the Buddha's light, so he could only make out the names and functions of some buildings. He couldn't see anything about their origins, supernatural powers, or who was hiding inside.

Even if you can't see clearly, at this point, even a fool would know that this Temple of the Holy One is definitely not normal. Zhou Yan has reason to suspect that if he comes out of his state of extreme vision later and tells Wang Lingguan about the Temple of the Holy One, Wang Lingguan will rush into the Temple of the Holy One no matter how dangerous it is inside.

Seeing the scene of Wang Lingguan dying on the edge of Mount Ling, Zhou Yan guessed that Wang Lingguan had entered the Temple of the Holy Regent and must have encountered something inside. Unable to defeat it, he rushed out of the Temple of the Holy Regent and ran away, but as soon as he reached the border of Mount Ling, he was beheaded by the guys who chased him out of the Temple of the Holy Regent.

Wang Lingguan died just like that.

Since the Later Saint Temple has the ability to kill Wang Lingguan, Bai Ze and Xiao Yanjun, representing the Five Ghost Emperors, may not be able to escape the threat posed by the Later Saint Temple.

Zhou Yan, in his mythological form, jumped off the roof and quickly walked to the nearest temple.

There were no faceless monks inside or outside this Hou Sheng Temple, but it was shrouded in Buddhist light, peaceful and serene, and seemed like a good place. However, this very good place once caused the death of a great god like Wang Lingguan.

Zhou Yan cautiously entered the Temple of the Holy One.

……

Inside the twelfth monk's cell at Guangming Temple.

Zhou Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, opened them.

Sitting cross-legged opposite Zhou Yan, Wang Lingguan, who was munching on a sesame seed cake, stuffed the last bit of the cake into his mouth, clapped his hands, and asked while spitting out the few remaining crumbs.

"How did it go, young man? Did you see anything?"

Zhou Yan held his hand in front of him to prevent the sesame seed cake crumbs from splattering onto his face.

Wang Lingguan gave an awkward laugh and swallowed the whole sesame seed cake in his mouth.

Zhou Yan released the hand in front of him, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"I saw something really incredible, so..."

Zhou Yan made his tone much more serious.

"...Senior Wang, let's have an open and honest talk. Can you tell me if there's a grave mound in the cemetery you asked me to look for with your name on it?"

Wang Lingguan was pleasantly surprised.

"Young man, you are indeed capable."

Little Yama, who was munching on a white steamed bun (given by Wang Lingguan), stepped out from behind Wang Lingguan and asked.

"Xiao Yan, is there any water?"

Zhou Yan took a bottle of mineral water from his little world and tossed it to Little Yan Jun. Little Yan Jun took it, unscrewed the cap, and ate white steamed buns with the mineral water.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment, then gave Wang Lingguan a bottle of mineral water. Wang Lingguan took it, examined the packaging and bottle with suspicion, and then, imitating Little Yama, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

The water was indeed of good quality, but Wang Lingguan couldn't understand the packaging on the bottle cap and bottle at all.

Could this be a water-holding tool created by some kind of celestial being?

However, this water is neither sweet nor tasty, and it has no use for the Small Universe. What would immortals do with this?

Zhou Yan clapped his hands.

"Senior Wang, why don't you tell me what the grave mound with your name on it means?"

Wang Lingguan's lips, still moist with water, twitched a few times. After swallowing the water, Wang Lingguan spoke.

"Three years ago, Wang led various righteous armies to break through the capital, defeated the capital's garrison and Zhao Wenhe, and then led my brothers to kill all the kings, nobles and generals in the capital, and opened the national treasury to provide relief to the disaster victims."

Wang Lingguan's face showed a mocking expression.

"You two young men may not know this, but while starving people outside were resorting to cannibalism and exchanging children to eat, these kings, nobles and generals had warehouses full of rice, flour and pepper. Some wealthy gentry even kept their rice and flour at home, even when it was moldy and rotten, rather than sharing any of it."

Little Yama sighed as he ate white flour steamed buns with mineral water.

"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, the bones of those frozen to death lie."

Zhou Yan made a comment.

"Capitalists would rather dump excess milk into the river than distribute it to the people for free."

After saying that, Zhou Yan shook his head. In fact, pouring the excess milk into the river and not distributing it to the common people was a very correct option.

Zhou Yan had served as a state assemblyman in Dongyang for a long time and had communicated with Wei Youde a lot. He knew that pouring milk into the river instead of giving it to the people for free was not because people were disgusted, but because it was an inevitable consequence of capitalism.

If you want to distribute the surplus milk to the common people, you'll first need to hire expensive vehicles to transport it to the common people's area, right?

If ordinary people get sick from drinking the milk after it's been distributed, you'd be responsible for compensating them for medical expenses, right?