Even a Sage like Zhunti dared not cast any malicious curses on Di Xin.
He only dared to use some small spells that could confuse his mind and magnify the evil thoughts in his heart.
These small spells only affected Emperor Xin's temperament. Otherwise, Zhunti would not be able to bear the backlash of the fate of humanity.
...
Wen Zhong, who had already left the main hall, was in a difficult situation.
It was undoubtedly a joke for an emperor to be respectful to his subjects.
But now, this joke had come true.
Di Xin's respect for him revealed his fear of him.
Wen Zhong had a premonition that if he did not think of a way to avoid it, the outcome would not be good.
Perhaps soon, the news of Grand Preceptor Wen's rebellion would spread throughout the Untainted Land.
It was because of this that after hearing about Yuan Futong's rebellion in Beihai, Wen Zhong tried his best to put aside the public opinion.
He didn't even hesitate to wave his whip at Wang Jin at the court meeting to get the job of leading the army.
In Wen Zhong's opinion, if he took the initiative to give in, Di Xin would have a chance to control the government and cultivate his own confidence. At the same time, it would also ease the conflict between the monarch and his subjects.
What a pity!
Wen Zhong did not know that it was because of his departure that the death knell of the Shang Dynasty was rung.
Wen Zhong would never have thought that a saint would risk the fate of humanity to attack the Human Emperor.
Moreover, the moment he stepped out of the hall, the other party immediately attacked.
Given Emperor Xin's respect for Wen Zhong, he dared not be too presumptuous with Zhunti's small magic technique.
Now that Wen Zhong was no longer suppressing him, Di Xin naturally had nothing to worry about.
If Wen Zhong knew that he could influence the Sage's plan, he didn't know if he should feel honored or despair.
....
Time passed in a flash, and the fifteenth day of the third month arrived in the blink of an eye.
Wen Zhong had already led his troops and left. The Nuwa Palace had already made arrangements and was waiting for Emperor Xin's arrival.
This morning, Zhao Gongming used his transformation technique and hid in Shang Rong's sleeves.
Then, he used the Mystic Essence Water Control Flag to conceal his aura and followed Shang Rong into the Nuwa Palace.
Zhao Gongming came here to confirm one thing.
He wanted to see where that demonic wind came from.
Sure enough, things happened according to the original track.
After Shang Rong handed over the incense, Di Xin received it and placed it into the incense burner.
A gust of demonic wind appeared out of thin air and blew away the veil in front of the statue of Nüwa. At the same time, a poem appeared in Di Xin's mind.
Di Xin pulled out the accessory with a clang. The calligraphy show ended, and a poem appeared on the pillar in front of the statue.
Shang Rong was shocked.
"What a disaster!" he shouted. Please remove this poem immediately, Your Majesty."
When Shang Rong spoke, Zhunti, who had secretly attacked, had already left.
This place was Nuwa's territory. If he left late and was seen by Nuwa, he would probably have to fight him immediately.
No matter how good Zhunti's Debate was, it would not be of any use to Nuwa in her rage.
The principle of retreating immediately after doing something bad must have been understood after being blocked by the Three Pure Ones a few times.
This was Zhunti's bitter history, which he had to pay a painful price to figure out.
Zhunti had left, but he had left a mess for the ministers of Great Shang.
Shang Rong tried her best to persuade Emperor Xin, but things didn't go according to her wishes. Emperor Xin, who had just been hit by the spell again, didn't wake up. Instead, he spoke disrespectfully to Goddess Nvywa many times.
In the end, Di Xin lost his temper and returned to the palace, leaving behind the ministers with bitter expressions.
After a discussion with Yu Bigan, Shang Rong had to go out personally and prepare to scrape off the obscene poems on the pillar.
As for Bi Gan, his matter was more important. He still had to go to the palace to persuade Di Xin to come back and apologize.
After dismissing the ministers, Shang Rong finally scraped the poem off the pillar.
Looking at the polished pillars, Shang Rong prayed in front of the statue for a while before leaving with a worried heart.
However, just as Shang Rong turned around, the poem on the pillar appeared again.
Zhao Gongming, who had been paying attention, immediately realized that this matter was indeed unusual.
Just as he was about to wake Shang Rong up, he turned around and looked at the pillar.
Zhao Gongming realized that he couldn't move, and Shang Rong's figure was getting further away.
Seeing this, Zhao Gongming turned pale with fright. He had been f * cking caught!
As expected, in the blink of an eye, Mother Nuwa appeared.
Zhao Gongming turned his head and saw that Mother Nuwa's face was as cold as ice, terrifyingly gloomy.
Zhao Gongming didn't even think and immediately pointed behind his head, revealing the Merit Golden Wheel.
Then, he said,"Saint, listen to my excuses. Pah..." Listen to my explanation!"
Mother Nuwa looked at Zhao Gongming with a cold glint in her eyes and said,"Speak! If you can't explain yourself, even Senior Brother Tongtian can't protect you today!”
Hearing Mother Nuwa's cold voice, Zhao Gongming gulped and said,""Saint, I really didn't do this. How could I, a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, dare to attack the Human Sovereign Realm?
I'm afraid that before I can finish this matter, the human path backlash will already descend.”
"Then tell me, what happened?”Mother Nuwa pointed at Hua Biaozhu and asked.
Zhao Gongming's expression turned bitter.
I want to know too!
Then, Zhao Gongming replied," Saint, I really don't know who did it. I was hiding in Shang Rong's sleeve just now."
A strange breeze blew past and Di Xin began to write poems.
Shang Rong and the ministers tried to persuade him but to no avail. They could only scrape the poem off the pillar themselves. But for some reason, Shang Rong had already scraped the poem clean, and now she appeared again.”
Hearing Zhao Gongming's words, Nuwa asked coldly,""Are you sure you saw Shang Rong scrape the poem away?”
"Yes, I am! At that time, this disciple was on Shang Rong's sleeve.”
"Just you wait!"
After saying this much, Mother Nuwa began to calculate.
However, since Zhunti had taken action, he had already calculated that Goddess Nvywa would not be able to deduce that he was the one who had done it.
As expected.
After calculating for a long time, Mother Nuwa didn't get any useful information other than knowing that this matter had nothing to do with the accounts.
"Since you were here just now, why didn't you stop him?”
Hearing Nüwa's words, Zhao Gongming was stunned.
Me?
Zhao Gongming!
Stop him?
Am I f * cking tired of living, or do I feel that the Wilderness is not beautiful enough, so I have to come out and die?
Looking at Nüwa's frosty face, Zhao Gongming finally realized that he could not reason with an angry woman.
Even if she was a Saint!
After calming himself down, Zhao Gongming said,"Sage, please forgive me. This disciple also wants to stop you, but this disciple is truly powerless.
I don't even know how he did it, so how can I stop him?”
Zhao Gongming's words were very clear. I don't even know how they attacked, how can I stop them?
I, Zhao Gongming, am not on the same level as him.
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