When King Zhou wrote an obscene poem in the Wahuang Temple, it sounded the death knell for Shang Tang's centuries-old foundation.
In the following years, Bigan, Shang Rong, Wen Zhong and other important ministers of the auxiliary state passed away one after another. The great Shang Dynasty was already on the verge of decay, but it was just struggling to support itself.
Now that the leader of Tongtian has escaped and the Jie sect has fallen apart, Jiang Ziya takes advantage of this opportunity to lead his army to march forward, pass the pass and kill the generals, and attack Chaoge in a flash - this huge empire is about to overthrow and turn into dust.
"For thousands of years, countless princes and generals have worked hard for fame and fortune, but in the end they became nothing but dirt."
Yang Jian stood with his sword in hand, overlooking the majestic city. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the corners of the bricks and tiles, seeming to tell the story of Chaoge's past glory.
"The world will remember the past, either praising its achievements or denouncing its atrocities, and they will not stop even if it lasts for thousands of years.
Even though they only have a lifespan of a few decades, they have been passed down throughout history. So, how can this not be a kind of immortality?"
Yang Jian was startled when he heard this, and then turned around.
"Uncle Master, you old man..."
"Um?"
Yun Zhongzi appeared, his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression playful.
"Uncle Master's demeanor is even better than in the past. He must have improved in his cultivation. It's really gratifying!"
Yang Jian had a thought in his mind and changed his words in a sensible way.
"The Great Tribulation of the Gods has come to an end, and the world is about to usher in a rare peaceful life. What are your plans?"
Yun Zhongzi nodded slightly and gathered up the skirt of his clothes. The snow-white robe moved accordingly, like clouds or flowing water.
"If Heaven really controls the three realms, I will return to Guanjiangkou and live in seclusion from now on. It is better to be a wild crane than a human hawk or a dog."
Yang Jian was holding a three-pointed, two-edged sword with a confused look on his face, obviously criticizing his cheap uncle.
"You are accomplished in mystical arts and have mysterious powers. You can be said to be the number one person in the three generations of Taoism. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you could hide from the world because of some grudges?"
Yun Zhongzi looked towards the west mountain. The setting sun had already set, and only the blood-red glow illuminated Qiong Yu.
"I am willing to be sent by my uncle."
Yang Jian heard the music and knew its elegant meaning. He immediately raised his hands and spoke.
"You shoulder the great responsibility of inheriting the Yuxu Taoism. You must not belittle yourselves. After the great catastrophe comes to an end, it is the time for you to use force."
Yun Zhongzi gave it away and never said that he wanted to do any good things.
It has only been a few decades since this great catastrophe, but many immortals and gods have already formed conflicts with a certain real immortal of merit.
Although he is good at dealing with people, after the disaster, heaven still has the final say, so he should not be too unscrupulous.
Yun Zhongzi has already figured out a few tricks to the magical power of turning one Qi into three pure beings. At that time, he will be able to hide from the sky and start a new plan.
Nowadays, China is divided into four parts, and many of the previously blessed caves and heavens have been shattered and fallen into pieces, turning into ownerless things.
If you are willing, you can find another paradise and change your appearance. You can practice Taoism and inherit Taoism. You can really kill two birds with one stone.
Although there is already a divine monkey in Zhongnan Mountain, how can anyone think there are too many such good seedlings?
What's more, under the circumstances of one decline and another increase, the Yuxu Taoist tradition is getting stronger and stronger, and the Western religion...Buddhism has suffered a loss of blood, which is really a great blessing...The law of heaven is clear, and retribution is not good.
Who can resist the temptation of a natural stone monkey? It turns out that Pindao is the ancestor?
"Now the army has arrived at Chaoge City, and there will be a decisive battle soon. You must be careful.
If you encounter an evildoer who is causing trouble in the palace, don't forget to tell him that he is about to end the karma of the past."
Yun Zhongzi clasped his hands behind his back and exhaled gently.
Then the haze disappeared and the laurel rose in the east.
Of course, this is not a small-mindedness of some truly blessed immortal, it is purely for the sake of heaven and has absolutely no selfish motives!
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The night dissipates and the east becomes white.
King Zhou knew that the army was approaching, so he sent troops and generals to fight in the Zhou camp. However, all the loyal and good people had already been killed and wounded. How could ordinary generals achieve great results?
In less than three days, there were almost no generals available in the city, and it was temporarily in trouble with no chance of victory.
Jiang Ziya had a strategy in mind and knew that attacking the city was the bottom priority and attacking the heart was the top priority. He then wrote down the Ten Sins of King Zhou in his handwriting, ordered people to copy thousands of copies, and shot arrows into the city.
A certain blessed and true immortal stood calmly in the clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and the nine-mouthed immortal sword turned into a thin stream of light, lingering around him.
This time of change of dynasties is a rare opportunity in hundreds of years. If you can intercept a glimmer of the fate of national subjugation, you can use it to temper the edge of the fairy sword.
This is the reason why the two sects of Interpretation and Interpretation are willing to go through this muddy water even if they are in trouble. The so-called power of following the dragon is really a great blessing.
The two camps of the Shang Dynasty faced each other in formation. It was so majestic, with flags covering the sky and dust filling the sky. It was so spectacular.
King Zhou wore armor and went to the battlefield in person. If the world had not turned against him because of his lack of virtue, he would have had the courage of an emperor to guard the country.
Although the great Shang Dynasty was about to fall, all the Zhou troops were nominally his ministers. Not to mention Jiang Ziya, who had been an official in Chaoge, even Ji Fa had to call himself the emperor.
Now that the Zhou army has great righteousness, it must abide by etiquette and rules, and cannot swarm up and use force to overwhelm others.
"Is the person coming here Jiang Shang, the former doctor of Si Tian Prison?"
King Zhou is riding a horse, his face is sharp and angular, his eyes are piercing, and he does not feel weak at all.
"Your Majesty, I am the one who is serving you. I am wearing armor. Please forgive me for not being able to perform the ceremony properly."
Jiang Ziya sat on Sibuxiang's back and bowed slightly.
"Since you were once a merchant minister and lived on the salary of others, how could you turn against the enemy and join forces with the Xiqi rebels?"
King Zhou wore a pair of dragon and phoenix swords on his waist, and when he slowly pulled them out, he could see the cold air.
"The King is the Lord of the Four Seas, but he often commits violent and absurd acts; he spends extravagant food and clothing without restraint; he persecutes loyal ministers and appoints treacherous ministers...the list of evil deeds is too numerous to mention.
Xiqi complied with the destiny. First, King Wen offered benevolent policies, and then King Wu Fengming came to Qishan. He was indeed the real master!
Jiang was originally a grassroots man. He was favored by the king and became an official in the court. However, he was almost killed because of the Lutai incident. The relationship between the king and his ministers was over. Needless to say.
I pursue the legacy of King Wen, follow the holy edict of King Wu, and with the help of all the people, I dare to ask the king to die!"
Jiang Ziya looked calm at first, but as he spoke, he became more and more indignant, and finally pulled out the giant sword and pointed it at the emperor.
Yun Zhongzi raised his eyebrows when he saw this, but was not surprised.
Jiang Ziya in this life is not that old man who cannot achieve immortality, so naturally he does not need to stick to vulgar etiquette.
What's more, King Wu is a minister after all, and if something is inconvenient to be said, someone must say it, and Jiang Ziya is the best candidate.
"Old man, I spared your life in the past, but the clinker has led to the bitter fruit today? Don't worry, let me take your head and hang it on the city gate for public display!"
When King Zhou heard this, he was naturally furious and immediately rode his horse forward with great momentum.
The soldiers and horses of the merchant camp moved with it, dust flew up, and several generals came out of the Zhou camp, hoping to compete for the first victory - the war was about to break out!
Yun Zhongzi looked at the last emperor of the Shang Dynasty and the founding king of the Zhou Dynasty. For a moment, he seemed to have seen all the dynasty changes in the following thousands of years.