San Yisheng saw that Wuji had left and did not return, so he asked to see Ji Chang and let him read a lesson.
Ji Changqi did some divination and sighed."This Wuji committed suicide out of fear of punishment and jumped into the deep pool. He originally injured others by mistake and did not deserve to die.”
The next morning, Ji Chang brought the officials to the southern suburbs for a spring outing.
"King Ye Meng Fei Xiong has yet to see any wise men. This time, I went out of the city to play and visit the wise men.”
San Yisheng was worthy of being Ji Chang's trusted aide, he spoke the words that Ji Chang wanted to say but couldn't say directly in front of the officials.
They walked to the front of a mountain and saw many people and horses. They set up an enclosure and saw King Wen inviting him to hunt for fun.
"In the prehistoric times, the human sages ate raw meat and drank blood. Now, grain is enough to satisfy their hunger and maintain their health. Why do they still kill living beings? The heavens are merciful. Don't let me do such an unjust thing. Quickly get Nangong Shi to remove the enclosure.”
No matter what, Ji Chang would always disguise himself perfectly and make himself look like a saint.
Ji Chang only smiled when the soldiers left the enclosure.
After walking for a while, Ji Chang saw a group of fishermen walking over while singing. Their voices were melodious and the lyrics were extraordinary. Ji Chang stopped the fishermen and said,""There must be an expert among you."
The fishermen all knelt on the ground." We're not experts. We're just a group of fishermen."”
Ji Chang refused to give up.”
"35 miles away from here, there is a stream. There is an old fisherman by the stream who often sings this song, so we learned it.”
When Ji Chang heard this, he was overjoyed. He thought to himself that this person must be the person he was looking for.
The group of people continued to walk forward. As they walked, they met a woodcutter who was also singing the same song. They stopped him and asked. He had also learned it from the old man fishing in the stream.
This time, Ji Chang was even more certain of his thoughts.
But the more San Yisheng looked at the woodcutter, the more familiar he looked.
"Wait, aren't you that Wuji?”
As San Yisheng spoke, he looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more it looked like it. Although he had only met Wu Ji once, it had only been two days after all, so he naturally remembered it clearly.
"Wu Ji has already died in the deep pool. How could it be him?”
Ji Chang was extremely confident in his fortune-telling skills because he had never been wrong.
San Yisheng grabbed Wu Ji and refused to let go. He quickly called Xin Jia, who was guarding the city gate. Xin Jia glanced at Wu Ji. Wu Ji passed by the city gate every day, so he naturally recognized him.
"Your Majesty, this person is Wu Ji.”
When Ji Chang heard this, he instantly felt like he had been slapped in the face. This was the first time that his 64 divinations were inaccurate. If word got out, where would his reputation go? Therefore, his expression became extremely ugly.
"You bastard, how dare you lie to me. This kind of unruly person must be severely punished and his family will be punished.”
When Wuji heard that, he immediately panicked. He had done so much for his old mother.
Buji kowtowed and begged for mercy. He also told Jiang Ziya about the spell that he had learned to avoid disasters.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Wuji said that the old man's Daoist name is Flying Bear, which is the omen of Your Majesty's Flying Bear entering the dream. Please pardon Wuji and let him meet the wise men.”
San Yisheng said in surprise.
On the other side, Yinshou brought Xingtian, Dayi, and Wen Zhong to Golden Ao Island.
Since he was going to lay his cards on the table with Tongtian, he naturally had to show his strength and sincerity. Otherwise, he would not be taken seriously at all.
It was a very simple truth that an elephant could not discuss cooperation with an ant.
The few of them came to the Golden Spirit Holy Mother. Wen Zhong got off the ink qilin and knelt on the ground.
"Wen Zhong greets teacher."
"Hurry up and get up. Let me take a look. You're alright. You didn't lose weight. Back then, you were still a little brat.”
The Gold Spirit Holy Mother laughed as she spoke.
Wen Zhong looked very embarrassed. If it was just the two of them, they could say whatever they wanted. After all, he had grown up with his master. However, Yin Shou was watching from the side. The words of the Golden Spirit Holy Mother clearly subverted his previous image.
"Are these your friends? It's rare for you to come back. Bring your friends around. I still have some good immortal fruits. I'll give them to you later.”
The Gold Spirit Holy Mother appeared very enthusiastic, but Yin Shou looked at her face, which looked to be at most twenty years old, and her words, which sounded like she was old, and it seemed a little out of place.
"Teacher, this is the emperor of Great Shang, King Zhou. He has something to discuss with teacher.”
After hearing Wen Zhong's words, the Gold Spirit Holy Mother carefully sized up Yin Shou and the other two.
When she saw it, she was shocked. Yinshou was still fine. Although he was an early-stage Perfected Golden Immortal, he was still below her. However, even she could not see through Xingtian and Dayi.
What was even more terrifying was that she could sense the aura of the Ancient Ancestor of Sorcery from Xingtian and Dayi.
"Shaman Tribe? Ancestral Magus?" The Gold Spirit Holy Mother said uncertainly.
"That's right." Yinshou nodded.
Seeing that Yin Shou had admitted it, the Gold Spirit Holy Mother was shocked. If she remembered correctly, there might still be some survivors from the Sorcerer Tribe, but only Goddess Houtu was still alive.
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