Yin Hao killed Fei Wu, threw the knife to Niu Gao, asked him to stay, help the girl with the funeral, and then took it to the village in the fiefdom.

Otherwise, staying here will inevitably lead to no good ending.

After the arrangement, I got on the carriage.

The following guards looked at him this time with a different look. There was also awe in respect.

"At a young age, I'm too murderous!"

Bigan couldn't help frowning when she looked at her bloody little body.

"Grandpa, you also heard that he is just Fei Zhong's son, and he is so rampant! He robbed people in the street and killed his parents, how lawless? He robbed a girl and destroyed a family, what about eight hundred?"

Yin Hao said sadly.

Bigan is silent.

"This is the case in the imperial city. If you look at the world?" Yin Hao's eyes were bright, "Grandpa, how many families are destroyed every day? What if these people cannot bear the riots? If there are tens of thousands of households in the imperial city that cannot bear the humiliation, what will happen? Who has the most people in this world? How many nobles are there? Ordinary people occupy 99%!"

"Since ancient times, nobles have dominated the world!"

It's extremely deeper than the dry.

Yin Hao smiled and did not continue talking.

no need.

It is too difficult to change a person's concept, especially those who are vested interests.

After returning to the mansion, after taking a shower, he changed his clothes and then continued to get on the carriage to find the practitioners who were practicing in Bigan's mouth.

The carriage headed northward and gradually became sparsely populated.

Finally, when I passed through a bamboo forest, I saw a stone temple appearing under the green mountains and next to the stream. I got off the carriage and dressed in a bit of respect.

He led Yin Hao to the stone temple, stood outside and bowed, with a very respectful expression: "Da Shang Bigan, pay homage to the guardian!"

The stone temple is simple and even covered with moss, which gives people an extremely solemn feeling.

"Guardian?"

Yin Hao was very surprised.

He found that the three unknown names were worshipped in the stone temple, and the incense ash accumulated in the cauldron were almost overflowing.

"Come in!"

An old voice came from inside. When the two left, they saw an old man sitting cross-legged on one side, with white hair scattered behind his back and beard floating on his chest. He looked old, but gave people a feeling of being floating in the air.

Bi Gan's expression was even more respectful.

He pulled Yin Hao and knelt down directly, bowed deeply for a few more times, then stood up, picked up the incense beside him, lit it on the eternal lamp, and inserted it into the cauldron.

"Sir Guardian!"

Bigan then looked at the old man beside him.

"Sit down!"

The old man waved his hand and two cushions flew over and landed in front of him.

Bigan sat down respectfully.

Yin Hao looked at the cushion in front of him and his heart beat wildly.

"As a great Shang royal family, today's ministers should know that they will not enter the holy temple unless they are big things!"

The old man spoke with great power.

"Holy Temple?"

Yin Hao felt even more confused.

He just sat cross-legged quietly, and it was golden to remain silent.

Bigan was silent for a moment before and after King Zhou worshipped in Nuwa Temple, and said the poem: "Master Guardian..."

The guardian waved his hand and asked, "What would happen if your servants saw your wife and wrote such a poem?"

"Die from a stick!"

After Bigan said that, his body shook, his face pale, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, but he is not of this kind of temperament at all, so how could he suddenly write such a poem?"

"The reason is no longer important. What's important is that he should be very grateful that he did not die on the spot!" said the Guardian, then waved his hand, "You go, stay this little guy!"

Bigan's face changed drastically, and she finally asked, "Is there no room for recovery?"

"I can't understand right or wrong, either, go!"

The Guardian waved his hand again and flew out lightly.

Bang...!

The gate of the holy temple was also closed.

Yin Hao, who had been sitting cross-legged, couldn't help but feel nervous.

"You are very good, really good. At a young age, you have created pens, ink, paper, and pinyin, and even cast a copy of the text, with the style of the 'Ancestor' back then. In you, I saw the fire of civilization, just like the morning sun in the east, red light blooming and mountains and rivers dyed."

"Do you always know?"

Yin Hao has calmed down.

The holy temple in front of me did not appear in the list of gods, and as for this guardian, it was unheard of. Moreover, the statues in the holy temple were not the Three Pure Land at all.

No matter what the other party is, can he still kill him?

"The Chaoge incident cannot be hidden from my eyes!"

The old man smiled.

"What do you always call me?"

"You can call me Wen!"

"Wen?Wenzu!"

"No, no, the name Zu is Wenzu. My name is just a Wenzu!"

"That kid will call you Mr. Wen!"

"Can!"

"Then do you leave the boy?"

"I have been observing you for a long time!" Mr. Wen said with a smile, "You kid, you are no less intelligent than your ancestors in the past, but you are particularly concerned about the matter of cultivating immortals and achieving enlightenment!"

"Life comes from one encounter. A hundred years later, there are piles of loess. Since there is a method of immortality, why not pursue it? Only with a long life can you do more things you want to do!"

"for example?"

"What is your origin? Who are those three?"

Yin Hao did not answer, but instead searched for the roots.

Only by speaking people when you see people, talking nonsense when you see ghosts, prescriptions on the right medicine can you have the best effect.

He is not a rash person!

"I once practiced by my name. When the Great Shang Dynasty was established, I came to take charge and became the guardian!" said Mr. Wen, "As for those three, they are the three ancestors of our human race!"

"Three Ancestor?" Yin Hao frowned, "Why is there no Nuwa?"

"Why do you need her?"

"Nuwa created human beings, she is the Holy Mother of our human race!"

"Who told you that the human race was created by Nuwa?"

"Don't the rumors say that?"

"The rumors may not be true!" said Mr. Wen, "I can tell you clearly that the human race was not created by Nuwa, but she and the human race have a profound connection. As for the specificity, I don't know!"

"this……!"

Yin Hao's heart was in chaos.

Whether in the past or present life, it is rumored that Nuwa created humans, but the person in front of him is actually saying that the human race was not created by Nuwa.

It would be fine if it was in the previous life, after all, it was a world without ghosts and gods, but this was the world of the Gods.

There is also the ancestor of characters, or the ancestor of Wen, who must be Cangjie, and he is also a great person. The one in front of him is definitely not a small matter.

Whether it is sitting in the Holy Temple or following the ancestor of the characters to practice, it shows this.

"Then the topic just now, if it is after immortality, what do you want to do, such as?"

Mr. Wen changed the topic.

Yin Hao was silent.

"You kid, as calm as a mountain, as cunning as a ghost, but your talent is also as shocking as the earth!" Old Wen pointed Yin Hao and smiled, "You still don't trust me!"

"Follow me!"
To be continued...