The City of Gods is located in the center of the Shenjin Dynasty, occupying the very upper end of luck and destiny. It is the common master of the world and the leader of the dragon veins in the world.
It is located in Zhonghuang Mansion, on the bank of Jinhe River.
It used to be called "Jindu", but the reason why it was changed to "Shendu" is because more than four thousand years ago, someone dug out a 1,874-foot-tall statue on the bank of the Jin River. The statue was born.
The world was shaken, and the "Capital of Jin" was gradually changed to the "Capital of the Gods" in order to comply with the will of God.
The statue of the god stood on the bank of the river, towering and surging, overlooking the world and looking down at the sky. At that time, there was a princess of the royal family who became a nun and built a nunnery around the statue, called "Bhikkhu nunnery".
Four thousand years ago, the Bhikkhu Nunnery was just a thatched cottage. Today, the Bhikkhu Nunnery has grown into a Buddhist holy place.
These are what Feng Feiyun heard from Wan Xiangcen!
"In one day, we should be able to reach the Bhikkhu nunnery. Once we get to the Bhikkhu nunnery, we are only half a day away from the capital city by water." Wan Xiangcen sat under the lamp, with a jade-like face and a pair of beautiful eyes that were particularly clear, like two
water glass.
Outside the cabin, there was the sound of surging water, and night fog escaped from the window, like smoke.
This was on the Red Fang Airship heading to the Divine Capital, sailing on the Jin River. It had been nearly half a month since it left Nantai Mansion and had already entered the area of Zhonghuang Mansion.
The Red Fang flying ship can travel thirty thousand miles a day, which is faster than the flying speed of monks in the realm of destiny. It took a great weapon refiner hundreds of years and tens of millions of kilograms of spiritual materials to refine one.
Practitioners must use the Red Fang Airship when traveling across borders.
The Red Fang Airship absorbs the Xuanyang essence of the sun as energy. It sails the fastest during the day, but the speed is much slower at night. It is not long after dark, and the monks on the Red Fang Airship have all entered into practice.
, only a few young monks who had never traveled far were still standing on the deck a hundred meters high, blowing in the wind and looking at the moon.
Feng Feiyun said: "The 1,874-foot-tall statue was dug out from the river. You must go and see it."
Wan Xiangcen said with a smile: "Any monk who goes to the Divine Capital will not fail to worship the statue of the god. There are so many young talents going to the Divine Capital in recent days. Tomorrow at the Bhikkhu Temple, you may be able to meet many top-level young figures.
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"Then it's none of my business." Feng Feiyun came to Shendu purely to complete the task assigned by Feng Mo, and by the way to experience the prosperity of the legendary first city through the ages. There is really nothing else.
Think more.
Even if Wan Xiang Cenxuan leaves and goes to her room to rest, she will not be as comfortable as Feng Feiyun in the divine capital. There are many things that she needs to arrange personally.
"As expected of the former Seventh Highness, you can be so calm and talk to a man who raped her late at night. This state of mind is not comparable to that of ordinary women." Feng Feiyun smiled and stared at Wan who walked out.
Xiang Cen, took a deep breath through his nose, and her charming fragrance still lingered in the air.
If it were any other woman who was raped, even if she had to live or die, she would never dare to look at the man who raped her again, but Wan Xiangcen was so calm and even talked happily with Feng Feiyun.
In this regard, Wan Xiangcen is much more terrifying than women such as Ji Cangyue, Lu Liwei, and Bai Ruxue. She does not show her joy and is not lost in her own hatred and humiliation.
Feng Feiyun secretly became wary of Wan Xiangcen, and warned himself in his heart that this was an evil sect's highness, not a weak woman who was submissive.
After leaving Nantai Mansion, Feng Feiyun has been immersed in cultivation every day, hoping to break through the second level of destiny as soon as possible, but tonight he cannot enter concentration, as if something is disturbing his mind.
Finally, Feng Feiyun walked out of the room and stood on the sixth floor of the red ironwood corridor. When he looked up, he could see the Bagua array floating in the sky, and the aura Simon in the center of the array. This was for Hongya.
The thing that gathers power and guides the direction of the airship.
Below the six-story corridor is a deck nearly a kilometer long. Such a huge ship is like a steel monster swimming on the river.
"Tomorrow, the pillars of Qianjin Yixiao Tower will go to the Bhikkhu Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. The master ordered us to capture her no matter what and bring her back to the capital of God secretly." A slightly gloomy voice came from a boat pavilion.
rang out.
Although there was a soundproof barrier placed on the boat pavilion, Feng Feiyun's ears were so amazing that he could still hear vaguely, especially after hearing the words "Qianjin Yixiao Tower", he was particularly interested and thought to himself,
"Hongyan has an older sister who was bought into the Yixiao Mansion, which is the most romantic place in the world."
Thinking of this, Feng Feiyun concentrated his ears and listened carefully.
Another voice came from the boat pavilion, "The master refers to the beauty of Dongxiao, the master of music and music, Ye Xiaoxiang."
"Huh! She's just a promiscuous woman! What kind of music master is she? It's really a ** Guaifang."
The gloomy voice said: "You'd better not say this in front of outsiders. Ye Xiaoxiang has many music fans. Many outstanding talents regard her as a music fairy, and among them there are even epic-level geniuses."
Feng Feiyun has long heard that the Divine Capital is a gathering place for princes and nobles. In the more than 6,000 years of the imperial court's history, countless aristocratic factions have been born. The leaders of them are the Sangong Mansion and the 18th Heavenly Marquis Mansion. There are also other large and small schools below.
The number of small official and family residences reaches tens of thousands and is uncountable.
These nobles are extremely powerful, and their own strength is also very strong. They have trained many strong practitioners. Some humble nobles may have the power to destroy an immortal sect.
Everyone in Shendu must keep a low profile, as anyone there may have an extraordinary status.
These aristocratic groups are divided into many schools, the most common of which is the "elegant stream". These princes and nobles are good at face, especially the women among the aristocrats. They are also fond of elegant songs and praise music and literature to a high level.
The ultimate.
This is absolutely impossible to see outside the capital of the gods. The major immortal sects and major families are already fighting for resources. They just want to be as powerful as possible. Who will write or play the piano?
Play elegantly.
It is precisely because of this atmosphere of the nobles of the kingdom that the artists in Shendu have a god-like status and are called "everyone". Many princes and princes will spend a lot of money and even fight to the death just to listen to the artist's music.
There used to be giant-level elder monks who fought over whose song was the most beautiful. In the end, the younger generation of heroes also jumped out to fight for the goddess they supported. This kind of thing does not happen in the city of God.
Considered rare.
And "Ye Xiaoxiang" of Qianjin Yixiaolou is the most popular "music master" in the city of God today. He is beautiful but his songs are sad. I don't know how many people shed tears when they listen to his songs.
Even some epic geniuses who are famous all over the world are her guests. If anyone dares to say a bad word about her, a large group of heroes will come out and chop him into pieces.
"Master is also a fan of Ye Family. You just went to capture her. If you hurt her even a little bit, Master will probably be unhappy."
The voice gradually became deeper and deeper and could no longer be heard clearly.
Feng Feiyun showed a knowing smile on his face. He hadn't even entered the divine capital yet, but there was actually a good show to watch. The so-called master was actually a big shot in the divine capital who wanted to capture the goddess in his heart.
He was a private man, but he was afraid of being known, so he asked outsiders to take action.
"The atmosphere in the capital of the gods is so extravagant. If you don't advocate spiritual practice, you will definitely fail. No wonder the monks all over the world are rebellious. It seems that it is not just the reason for the celestial phenomena!" Feng Feiyun sighed in his heart.
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At noon the next day, the Red Fang Airship finally arrived at the foot of the Bhikkhu Nunnery. Not only the Red Fang Airship that Feng Feiyun was riding on, but also many ancient ships docked here, and countless young talents came off.
There are barbarian warriors from Gujiang Prefecture, disciples of the Immortal Cult from Dizi Prefecture, and corpse chasers from Beijiang Prefecture... These young talents come from all over the world, and they all disembark at Biqiu Temple and follow a thousand-year-old road.
Use the ancient stone steps to climb over the mountains and ridges to worship and offer incense.
"The 1,874-foot-tall statue was dug out on the opposite side of the river. It is now obscured by the mountains. You can see it when you climb Mount Bhikkhu." Wan Xiangcen said.
Feng Feiyun followed, followed by two twin maids in purple clothes and four armored guards.
When he climbed up this mountain and saw the tall mountain-like statue, Feng Feiyun's whole body seemed to be petrified, as if he had been struck by lightning. His heart was shocked inexplicably, and there was an unspeakable feeling.
Emotions rushed out of his heart, making him feel like he was having an emotional breakdown.
"How could...how could it be possible? It's her stone statue. How could her stone statue be dug out from the Jin River? What on earth is going on?" Feng Feiyun murmured to himself, looking up at the stone statue tightly.
idol.
Wan Xiangcen noticed something was wrong with Feng Feiyun's face. He was frighteningly pale, and large beads of sweat were still rolling down his forehead. Could it be that the rotten blood of the King of Hell in his body was acting up again?
"What’s wrong with you?"
Feng Feiyun grabbed Wan Xiangcen's arm and asked, "Are you sure this statue was dug out from the bank of the Jin River more than 4,000 years ago?"
Wan Xiangcen was stunned by his question.
There was a young monk next to him who came to worship the statue. After hearing what Feng Feiyun said, he said: "Of course it was unearthed four thousand years ago. There are detailed records of the situation at that time in the bhikkhu nunnery. Brother, you
If you don’t believe it, you can go and read it.”
Accompanying the young monk was a man in gorgeous brocade clothes, who said: "Ye Xiaoxiang from Qianjin Yixiao Tower will go to Biqiu Temple to offer incense today. Many young talents are waiting early at the 'Buddha Asking Platform'
, I heard that the epic genius Dongfang Jingshui will also come."
Feng Feiyun's thoughts couldn't calm down for a long time. He raised his head again and glanced at the statue of a god that was more than a thousand feet high. He took a deep breath, and his pale face still had no trace of blood.