Mu Fusheng folded his hands together and said solemnly to Jiang Tianqi: "Please ascend the throne quickly and worship the heavens to express their respects to the rioters and stabilize the people's hearts."
After talking, more than ten strategists also knelt down at Jiang Tianqi.
"Please ascend the throne and worship the heavens."
"Please ascend the throne and worship the heavens."
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The soldiers outside the door also knelt down in response, and the petitions that were louder than each other came one after another, and the deafening shouts reached outside the palace one after another.
In the streets and alleys of the imperial city, all the people knelt on the ground devoutly. They were shocked by the golden light that soared into the sky in the palace, and were even more moved by the Jiang family's compassion.
"Please ascend the throne and worship the heavens."
"Please ascend the throne and worship the heavens."
As the general trend is in progress and the people are in their will, the city lords of the eight cities in the south are rushing to the imperial city overnight with their military talismans in hand to show their loyalty.
The flags were flying on the city wall, Jiang Tianqi swung his battle robe, rode his horse with a sword, and said loudly: "I will work hard to govern and live up to expectations."
"Long live my emperor."
"Long live my emperor."
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From the palace to the imperial city to the thirteen cities in the north and south, and even the entire Nanyang, the sound of worship and consecration surrounds the Liang for three days, and it continues.
Late at night, Mu Fusheng was meditating on the roof of Wufang Palace, while Jiang Tianqi poured aside with a wine pot.
Tomorrow is the day when Jiang Tianqi ascends the throne and worships the heavens. At this moment, he can only relax after staying with Mu Fusheng and drinking.
"Why did you let her go back by herself?" Jiang Tianqi said depressed for a while.
He hopes that Utanhua can see it if he ascends the throne tomorrow.
Mu Fusheng frowned and said, "Senior, I've gone back to seclusion and practice."
Jiang Tianqi took another sip of wine and said, "Mu Fusheng, if you don't treat her well, I will never end up with you!"
Mu Fusheng was sad. It would have been a good idea if the matter between him and his predecessors had to be handled simply like this.
Seeing Mu Fusheng for a long time and didn't say anything, Jiang Tianqi rushed forward and rushed towards Mu Fusheng, shouting: "Don't think I don't know. She burned so many abbots to death for you, just to get sixteen
The relics are given to you!”
Mu Fusheng was pressed under Jiang Tianqi, but he did not resist and was punched hard.
"Why don't you talk? If you don't speak, can you not admit everything she did for you? If it weren't for her, would you think you were the opponent of these abbots? So what if you are a Buddhist son?" Jiang Tianqi drank too much and spoke
He also started to speak without any hesitation.
Mu Fusheng held Jiang Tianqi's suppression arm with one hand, and easily lifted Jiang Tianqi off himself.
"The emperor ascended the throne tomorrow, and the senior is a demon. He should not have appeared at the throne ceremony. The emperor must not be too persistent." Mu Fusheng disappeared into the night, "I will not let my senior down, but these have nothing to do with the emperor.
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Jiang Tianqi punched the bricks and tiles, allowing blood to flow from his hands.
He also knew that Mu Fusheng was reminding him that Utanhua and him would never be able to do so.
Once you ascend the throne and present it, the dragon energy of the palace will be formed, and his true dragon energy will also be displayed to protect the body. Utan Huawei is a demon and will never step into the palace again in this life, let alone close to him.
He looked up, clenched his fists tightly, looked in the direction of the Demon Mountain, and murmured: "I will make this prosperous era as you wish, I just hope that you can think of me occasionally."
Mu Fusheng was hiding in the night with a complicated expression. He couldn't help looking in the direction of the Demon Mountain and murmured: "Senior, what should the young monk do?"
He only regretted that he was not strong enough. He wanted to protect Utanhua in his arms and hold it in his palm, but he kept Utanhua in trouble again and again because of himself.
Fortunately, after breaking through Vajra, he eliminated most of the karma of Utanhua that killed 200 abbots. Utanhua is no longer at risk of being backfired, otherwise he really doesn't know how to face Utanhua.
Utanhua is now practicing in seclusion, which has made Mu Fusheng feel relieved. At least Demon Mountain is now the safest place in Nanyang.
Because even Ruoming dared not trespass into the Demon Mountain, the base camp of the Demon Emperor.
Thinking of this, Mu Fusheng's face was solemn. He always had an ominous premonition in his heart. Ruoming was too quiet.
More than 480 temples in Nanyang can be said to be his followers. Now that he has been beaten up in one fell swoop, he has no action.