Martial Cultivator Chapter 104: The Son of Heaven
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"The thieves are rampant and openly insult the reputation of our monks!
At the same time, he killed a minister of the government and was talking nonsense here!
Today you will be struck by five thunders from heaven and your body and soul will be destroyed! ”
The old white-haired priest had a cold expression on his face and shouted sternly.
As he spoke, he mobilized several worshipers to prepare to kill Wang An on the spot!
Wang An noticed the old thief's little move, but didn't take it seriously.
He smiled lowly, and suddenly turned his hand and threw a token towards the white-haired offering!
Boom!
The token flew through the air and knocked out the air!
The white-haired worshipper's eyes were focused, and he suddenly stretched out his chicken claws from left to right, arousing his true energy, and held the token in his palm with one hand!
Bang!
The power contained in the token exploded!
The skin of the palm where the white hair was enshrined suddenly burst open, dripping with blood, and stained the token red!
His entire arm was trembling, and with the help of this tremor, the remaining power of the token was slowly eliminated!
"You are just a servant of the government, and you are fabricating charges on me.
Who gave you the courage? !
You worship me, you have done so many dirty things in private, yet you still talk to me about your reputation? Simply ridiculous!
I am now ordered by the imperial court to take charge of the imperial envoy of Nan County of Shenhua Prefecture, to control the worship of various places in Nan County, and to investigate and deal with the illegal activities of worship.
If you are so brave, why not give me a try? ”
Wang An's eyes were like knives scraping across the white-haired face.
What he said made Hu Ruixiang and the other worshipers look subtle, and they cast their eyes on the token in the hands of the white-haired worshipper.
The white-haired worshipper lowered his head, feeling that a huge boulder was pressing on his neck, making him unable to lift his head.
He was holding the token thrown by Wang An in his hand, sensing the faint fluctuations of the Five Elements of Rebellion on it, and felt a chill in his heart.
This token is made of extremely rare inverse five elements real gold mixed with soul-absorbing iron.
In Shangguo, the only one who can cast tokens from these two materials is Shenhua Mansion!
The token is real!
He turned the token over and saw the words 'Nanjun Imperial Envoy' engraved on it.
I also know that Wang An’s identity as an imperial envoy is also true!
At the moment, a hot breath was stuck in my chest, and it was difficult to relieve it.
A face turned red from holding back!
……
Hu Mansion.
The residence of Hu Ruixiang, the prefect of Nanping.
This is also a large mansion, but the various furnishings and architectural repairs inside are slightly inferior to Cui Yuanzhao's mansion.
The number of maids and servants in the house has also been reduced a lot.
In addition to the fact that the architectural specifications of this mansion are in line with the status of the master of the mansion, all other aspects of this mansion appear to be relatively 'simple'.
The deepest part of the mansion.
Inside a temple.
Hu Ruixiang took off his official robe and crown, put on his casual clothes, and walked into the shrine.
The two doors behind him seemed to be blown by a gust of breeze and closed on their own.
The door bolts were inserted silently.
The light in the shrine was dim. Hu Ruixiang lit all the candles in the left and right rows, and then a statue of the **** facing the door was revealed.
This statue is dressed in dark blue robes, has long hair, and holds a sword. It is exactly the appearance of Emperor Zhenwu, the "haired ancestor".
However, at this time, this 'haired patriarch' is not like most portraits of the Zhenwu Emperor, with a full sky and a wide and round land. Instead, he has a long face with a white face and no beard, and a pair of eyes with slightly downward corners. It conveys a majestic and unpredictable connotation.
At the foot of the statue, there is its throne: Emperor Zhenwu's throne as the Son of Heaven.
It means that the statue enshrined in the temple is the emperor of a country who manifested in the human world.
Hu Ruixiang looked up at Emperor Zhenwu, whose face was dim and unreadable under the candlelight, and suddenly sneered a few times.
Following that, he took out a memorial from his sleeve robe.
As he approached the altar table, his expression became respectful again.
Light three sticks of incense and make offerings to the gods.
I retreated to the copper basin behind the altar table, knelt on the futon, spread out the memorial, and lit it.
The origami paper pages were burned and curled up, and the writing on them gradually disappeared.
"Hu Ruixiang, the magistrate of Nanping, Shanghe County, said: Now Wang An, the imperial envoy of Shenhua Prefecture, has taken office. He has the unique identity token of Shenhua Prefecture, but there is no appointment document. It is difficult for me to tell whether it is true or not, so I petition the Lord. ..."
After the memorial was burned, a layer of clear light seemed to appear on the statue's face.
Wits of smoke drifted away here.
It adds a mysterious atmosphere to the shrine.
Hu Ruixiang kowtowed respectfully to the statue. After the light on the statue's face slowly dissipated, he stood up and walked to the altar table, where he turned an empty jade plate in a circle.
Rumble...
The whole statue made a dull vibration.
It slowly turned around, revealing another statue behind it.
The statue only has the outline of a human face, and a pair of blood-red narrow eyes are carved out of the outline of the face. In the eyes, dark purple pythons and pale green birds are intertwined.
The whole statue conveys a feeling of coldness and coldness, like the horror of the coming of a demonic abyss.
Facing this statue, Hu Ruixiang did not dare to look disrespectful at all. A dagger slipped from his sleeve, and he cut his palm open, and drops of blood fell on the jade plate on the altar table.
The jade plate absorbed the blood, and dark purple lines gradually appeared in the mutton-fat white jade.
The more blood drips in, the denser the veins become.
Finally, the veins spread all over the jade plate, rendering the jade plate completely dark purple.
Buzz——
The void trembled momentarily.
The majestic pressure suddenly came, forcing Hu Ruixiang to kneel on the ground. He could only feel the purple light filling his eyes, and the frightening aura lingering around him!
Along with that heavy pressure, a thick voice appeared: "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, General!" Hu Ruixiang hurriedly kowtowed and told everything that happened today, not daring to omit anything. "The Shenhua Mansion involves a lot, and I dare not make my own decision, so I would like to ask the General how to deal with this matter." Imperial Envoy of Shenhua Mansion?
Should we kill him, find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, or coerce him so that he could not stretch out his hands and feet in Nanjun? ”
After he finished speaking, he waited quietly.
I didn’t dare to take a breath.
The purple light expands and expands like breathing.
After a moment, the thick voice replied: "Xuanji Mansion and Tianyi are wrestling with each other in the north, and the Xiantian Sect has already extended its hand into Shangguo.
Now that the higher-ups are unable to take action, Yu Tingyi takes advantage of the situation and steps in.
Haha...
In the final analysis, it is just a small deified palace. If King Shang nods, they will do things, if King Shang shakes his head, they will all die.
Just wait until our clan completely controls King Shang...
Recently, you have restrained your subordinates. No one should make any mistakes and ask Shenhua Mansion to take the opportunity to launch an attack!
Since Shenhua Mansion has to deal with matters at the level of practitioners, you might as well assign some work to them.
This is how you handle it.
Preach my words to all places in Nanjun..."
"Yes!" Hu Ruixiang bowed deeply.
……
Bang!
A solid wood tea table was shattered into pieces by the white-haired worshiper Lu Zhoushi.
His old face was blazing with anger, and he closed his mouth tightly without saying a word.
The other two priests who followed him back to the mansion looked at each other with frowns.
One of the short cultivators named "You Chang" said bitterly: "If I had known that making offerings in the imperial court would be so frustrating, we shouldn't have come to work at Lao Shizi's enshrining courtyard in the first place!
Let's simply resign our posts now, and then go and kill the so-called imperial envoy of Shenhua Mansion. What do you two senior brothers think? ! ”