"If Ji Fa is defeated and died, he will definitely be able to obtain a true God's fruit position when he is enthroned in the future, and he will even rank high among the 365 righteous gods. If there is one more strong competitor to the true God's fruit position in the Ancestral God's fruit position, we will have one less position, so Ji Fa cannot die." Su Jin explained.

Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "No wonder the national master can leverage the general trend of the world with his own strength. At least this meticulousness is far from us."

Su Jin shook his head: "The Grand Master is too honored. I can think of these because the leader of the school gave me some advice..."

Wen Zhong refused to comment on this and said, "The rebellion of Zhou State has been quelled. I am ready to return to the court. The national teacher will return to the same place?"

Su Jin waved his hand and said, "Chaoge, I won't go back. You go back and I will say goodbye to the king. The Battle for the Gods has ended, and everyone I care about and I are safe. This is the best result. After Jiang Shang has won the Gods, I will be ready to hide my name and travel around the world. By then, there will be no Shen Gongbao in the world!"

Wen Zhong said in surprise: "National... Uncle Master, what you mean is that you don't even go back to Jie Sect?"

"Let's go with the flow, the fate has come, and I'll go back unknowingly." Su Jin smiled and said, "Nezha, Ao Bing, go, follow me to Qishan, and wait for Jiang Shang to be the god!"

Ten days later, evening.

Chaoge, the palace, the top of the golden throne.

King Zhou, wearing a white-gold imperial robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his feet standing on bricks and tiles like rocks, looking up at the distance, as if he was watching his thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

"What are the kings looking at?" Wen Zhong, who had just returned to the court, came to the Golden Palace, stood on the ground paved with white jade, and looked up at the king who looked no longer young.

"I saw that the fortune of the Shang Dynasty had reached its peak, the world was peaceful, the country was peaceful, the people were peaceful," said King Zhou.

"Old minister congratulations to the king." Wen Zhong said.

"No need to congratulate, this is just a result, but the merit is not mine."

Wen Zhong was silent for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry that someone will be very powerful. The National Master said he will not come back... Moreover, over the years, the old minister has been very tired from fighting in the east and west, so he plans to retire and resign. After all, the king, you have the final say in this world."

"All of them are smart people!" King Zhou said with a smile.

Wen Zhong remained silent.

He thought he had guessed the reason why the national teacher promised not to return to Chaoge.

Since his debut, the national teacher has shown his strength, overwhelming all the ministers, and controlling all the national government and power.

The entire Shang Dynasty, from kings to officials, obeyed his words, and could be said to be a word of the word.

The countries of each other were in turmoil and the princes were powerful. The immortals of the Academic Church were hostile to the Shang Dynasty, so the Shang Dynasty could only survive by relying on the national teacher. Therefore, no one had any objections to the authority of the national teacher.

But as today, the princes are in decline, and the Ancestral Church is defeated. If the national sect returns, who should the Shang Dynasty listen to?

The king can't be a puppet for the rest of his life, right?

After understanding this trick, Wen Zhong turned to himself.

He was an old minister of three dynasties and was the Grand Tutor of the State. Now he has returned with the power of great victory, and no one dares to refuse to follow him. This is a taboo in itself.

What's more, since the national master has retired, what else can he insist on? The power and wealth of the world are not worthy of being the elite disciples of the three generations of Jie Sect.

"Whether it is the national teacher or the Grand Master, I have never worried that you will be very good at striking the Lord." The king and his ministers were silent for a long time, and King Zhou said lightly: "The National Master understands me, but Grand Master, you don't understand."

Wen Zhong looked a little surprised and bowed, "I'd like to ask the king for advice!"

King Zhou shook his head, unwilling to talk too much about this matter, so he released a big news: "The Grand Master is a man from the Immortal Sect. He seems to be old, but in fact he has a long lifespan, so don't rush to resign. But I want to abdicate..."

Wen Zhong looked surprised and said, "The king is now in full bloom..."

"I am going to pass the throne to the Jiaoer. Is the Grand Master willing to be a veteran of the four dynasties and help Jiaoer to sit firmly?" King Zhou interrupted his words.

Wen Zhong stared at King Zhou for a long time, as if he didn't know him at all. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "Let's forget it... the old minister is really tired."

"Then let's retreat together." King Zhou laughed and said, "A thousand years later, you, me, and the three of you, the national teacher may be a good story."

Wen Zhong pursed his lips. Even though he knew that King Zhou didn't want to say it, he couldn't help but whine indirectly: "Where will the king be going after abdicating?"

King Zhou said with a smile: "Then I have to ask the Grand Master to tell me where the national master is now..."

The next day, early morning.

Zhou State, Qishan.

Su Jin blinked in surprise and stared at a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him and said, "You actually walked out of the East China Sea Purgatory?"

"As the victory side, the Chan Sect has been defeated by us, why don't I dare to walk out of purgatory?" The middle-aged man who transformed into the Dragon King of the East China Sea said, "But Master Shen, do you owe us something in the East China Sea?"

"What do I owe you?" Su Jin asked in confusion.

"Our dragon clan is ready to go, ready to go, just waiting for you to summon you, Taoist priest, to make a big splash in this killing disaster. But we waited for three years and three years, and finally waited for the news that the Battle of the Gods had ended... Are we very unfair to our dragon clan?"

Su Jin widened his eyes and stared at the old monster for a long time. Seeing that he had no intention of joking, he was a little confused in the wind: "Ao Guang, I warn you, don't behave like a cheap person!

You are not deaf, nor blind. Don’t tell me that you don’t know how many gods and demons died before the Sishui Pass!

A thousand-year-old immortal, a ten thousand-year-old sacred one, and he is not even qualified to be cannon fodder. Ancient demon gods and ancient divine beasts withered like grass mustard.

If you summon your four-sea dragon clan, how much blood can your dragon clan have left after a big battle?

Let you last, I'm giving you preferential treatment for Ao Bing. Is it because you hit a guest and can't even tell me?"

The Dragon King of the East China Sea was sprayed with blood and then gradually came back to his taste.

In fact, he was just trapped in the vicious circle of the authorities, and he just felt that their dragon clan had prepared for so many years and prepared so much energy and effort for the Battle of Gods, but in the end he was useless. He was stunned by the huge feeling of loss for a moment, and then he felt dissatisfied in his heart.
Chapter completed!