Huang Feihu left the Imperial Palace and carefully looked for a few people. He found that it was indeed as the foolish old man had said. Many people had the same dream.
Thinking about it carefully, it should be someone playing tricks. However, it was fine for him to fight. This kind of supernatural thing was beyond his ability.
After pondering for a while, Huang Feihu went straight to Haoran Academy to pay his respects to Wu Yun Xian.
At this moment, Wu Yun Xian was carefully teaching a little boy. He was the child who was born with a sword heart, and his name was Wang Quan.
It had to be said that this child's talent was truly terrifying.
It took him only a few days to successfully enter the Qi Refinement realm. If he was given some time, he would definitely not be weaker than the third generation disciples of Chan School.
It was a pity that his luck was still a little shallow, and it was very likely that he would encounter a calamity in the future.
When Wu Yun Xian saw Huang Feihu arrive, he stopped his explanation and asked Wang Quan to leave.
After hearing Huang Feihu's intention, Wu Yunxian smiled and gave him a few talismans and a golden rope.
"That's just a little monster that can only act wantonly in dreams. The talisman can let you see its traces, and the rope can tie it up. If you catch him, report to the king.”
After saying that, she also headed towards the classroom.
After Huang Feihu received the notification, he took the rope and the talisman and left in a hurry.
Chaoge stuck the talisman on her forehead and saw black lines spreading out.
Presumably, these were the traces left behind by that mischievous thing.
Huang Feihu led his guards and chased after them along the black line.
Not long after, they arrived in front of a mansion.
After asking around, he found out that this mansion had been abandoned for many years. However, a few days ago, someone suddenly came and renovated the mansion.
Huang Feihu looked at the dense black lines in Zhaoge City, which finally gathered above the mansion.
Huang Feihu did not act rashly after finding out who the real murderer was. Instead, he asked the guards to mobilize the soldiers.
When the mansion was surrounded, Huang Feihu shouted,""Demon, you're confusing the people. Come out and surrender.”
"A mere mortal dares to be disrespectful to the gods.”
A ball of black mist rolled out of the mansion.
The black mist changed into a myriad of forms and pounced toward Huang Feihu, but was trapped by the golden rope he threw out.
A hunchbacked man fell heavily to the ground.
"Another god? Day after day, what are you doing?”
Huang Feihu looked at the man and said speechlessly.
Did Heavenly Court have nothing better to do?
However, when he brought her to Di Xin and voiced out his doubts, he felt that he had a problem.
" That's right." Di Xin only said contemptuously," Because they want the humans to respect them, they create trouble themselves and then deal with it themselves. After going back and forth, wouldn't he have an image?”
He couldn't say that Di Xin had wronged them. Before he came, the Heavenly Court controlled the Rain God, but why was the human world still suffering from floods and droughts?
Was it because they couldn't handle it?
No!
It was just that they didn't deal with it. Some of them even caused it themselves.
The main reason was to make the human race respect him and offer incense.
What was the greatest use of the Heavenly Court in Journey to the West?
The answer was to create trouble for the human world.
As he had just killed the Mountain God and a Heavenly General two days ago, Di Xin felt that there was no need to kill the Dream God.
He let Wen Zhong whip him a few times and lock him in the imperial prison.
However, Di Xin didn't have the heart to let him live a peaceful life in the prison.
He was going to start with the Dream God and dig out the essence of the divine power.
The Haoran Academy was used to nurture Qi Practitioners, but not everyone had the talent to become an immortal.
This was especially true for some soldiers in the army who were tired of fighting and did not have the time or the mental state to cultivate. In contrast, becoming a god was a good way out.
Di Xin had the sacrificial altar in his hands, but he had never had the chance to release it.
He was prepared to wait until the time was right.
The sacrificial platform could confer titles to mountain gods and gods, but the number of Deity Thrones it could provide was a little small.
After all, the mountains and rivers were limited. It was impossible for a small mountain to contain more than a dozen gods.
What was the use of a mountain god like that?
Therefore, Di Xin wanted to start from the Dream God and study the essence of this shen power.
At that time, the human race's divine system could be established. As long as they died in battle for the human race, they would become gods.
He didn't believe that this wouldn't stimulate those soldiers.
However, this idea was still a little too advanced and could only be carried out in the future.
Di Xin, Huang Feihu, and Wen Zhong were discussing military reform.
Suddenly, he heard a report that Pi Lu Xian wanted to see him.
When Pi Lu Xian came in, her face was solemn.
Seeing this, Di Xin's heart skipped a beat. Did he fail?
Did he waste a few days for nothing?
Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu also sensed the change in Di Xin's mood, so they retreated to the side without saying anything.
Di Xin straightened up and tried his best to calm down.
After all, it took a lot of time to succeed in the hybrid rice in the future. This occasional failure was nothing.
"There's no need to be like this, Daoist Priest. If you fail, so be it.”
Di Xin comforted him. After all, he was a rare talent. If he failed once, he would succeed again.
"Ah! Failed?" Pi Lu Xian was confused.
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