Chapter 43: A fight with the sky (please read it!)

The news of His Highness Taisun's formation has already spread to every corner of Taisun's mansion.

So when Zhu Xiongying appeared in the Guangting, the covered bridge outside the Guangting was already crowded with palace ladies and beauties, their eyes full of admiration for His Highness the Grand Sun's appearance.

Qifeng Xunxun saw Zhu Xiongying strolling into the courtyard, holding a three-foot green wood sword, standing alone in the goose feather snow, wearing white clothes, like a young immortal.

"The grandson's grace is unparalleled throughout the ages."

Yang Pu in front of the Hall of Eternal Life stroked his beard and praised him.

Yang Shiqi next to him was stunned, and glanced at Yang Pu from the corner of his eye, wondering when this guy became so good at flattering him. First he secretly learned how to read the formation, and now he opened his mouth to express his natural admiration for His Highness Taisun.

Sure enough, everyone will change!

No...I have to strengthen my study in this area.

Yang Shiqi secretly made up his mind.

At this moment, Zhu Xiongying in the Guangting formation took up the green wood sword in his hand and danced. Every move was filled with the spirit of immortality. In the eyes of others, Zhu Xiongying at this moment was no longer the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty, but more

Like a banished immortal.

"Dare to jump around under the eyes of a single person."

Zhu Xiongying made the last move of the sword dance in his hand. The sword flew out in an instant and landed on the third Kun's eye on the left with extremely precise sword control skills.

The hands are like phantoms.

"Driving thunder and lightning."

I'll blow you up to death.

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Qin Di, Changye Temple.

In the temple compound, hundreds of monks were sitting cross-legged and mumbling, and many of them had pale lips. After all, they had been sitting all night and all day without even a sip of water for more than ten hours.

, simply inhumane.

There are large incense burners placed around it, with fireworks curling inside.

"Hahaha!"

"Okay! Okay!"

King Qin Zhu Xi raised his hand and patted the abbot's bald head, feeling extremely happy.

Zhu Xi is over 1.8 meters tall, while the abbot is less than 1.3 meters tall. It can be said that it is extremely easy to photograph.

"Fragrans, my king has just received a letter from spies near Zhili. There was a sudden heavy snowfall in Zhili last night, which has become a snow disaster."

Zhu Xi was naturally happy to receive this news.

He has been planning a rebellion. Due to the snowstorm in Zhili, the Beijing army could not leave Zhili. Even if it forced its way out, it would be difficult to supply food and grass.

Scrophulariaceae, whose bald head was patted by Zhu Xiang, was stunned.

Snowstorm? Seriously?

Last night, he was having an in-depth discussion on Buddhism with the nun flower from the nunnery next door, when he suddenly received an order from King Zhu Xi of Qin, asking him to curse the fate of the country.

The scrophulariaceae monk who received the king's order was stunned. He thought to himself, "monk, I just saw that your IQ is not very high, so I made up the identity of being a reincarnated disciple of Maitreya to make a living with you."

You asked me to curse the fate of the country, do you really think I am a god?

However, he had to listen to the boss's order, so Scrophulariaceae could only forcefully interrupt the discussion of Buddhism, withdraw the two-inch vanguard, and cast the spell daringly.

But when he heard Zhu Xi saying that disaster had really struck Zhili, Monk Scrophulariaceae became even more confused.

Do you think I am so awesome?

Thinking about it again, I seemed to have done nothing. Apart from convening all the monks in the temple to chant in this place all day and night, I lit a hundred and dozens of incense sticks and burned dozens of yellow papers with curses written on them.

"Haha, everything is as expected."

"Lao Na cast a spell last night, causing frost to form in the entire Zhili area at the second watch, wind at the third watch, snow falling at the fourth watch, and disasters at the fifth watch."

Scrophulariaceae stroked his beard and smiled, looking like a master.

Zhu Xi was even more happy after hearing this. He felt that he had really found a treasure. He rubbed his hands back and forth on Scrophulariaceae's bald head affectionately.

Scrophulariaceae looks cheerful on the surface, but in her heart, she is MMP, wondering if she can stop putting her hands on my bald head?

"If the king can get help from Mr. Scrophulariaceae, there is no need to worry about success!"

Zhu Xiang might have gotten mud out of it, so he took his hand back.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky.

The monks in the courtyard looked up subconsciously, with doubts on their faces.

The sky is clear for thousands of miles, and not even a cloud can be seen. How can there be thunder?

"Mr. Scrophulariaceae, you continue to cast spells, causing the river to burst its banks and change its course, and wash away Yingtian."

Zhu Xi told his grand plan, while Scrophulariaceae twitched at the corner of his mouth as he listened, thinking that you are not very good looking, but your thoughts are quite beautiful, and the rivers are soaring to the sky, why don't you say that a few thunderbolts will rain down on you?

Dad, your eldest brother, and your eldest nephew were all beaten to death.

"I should try my best."

Scrophulariaceae put her hands together in salute.

Boom!

There was another sound of thunder.

"That's weird, why is it thundering today?"

"Why is it still dark?"

Feel the brightness drop.

Zhu Xi subconsciously looked up at the sky, and Scrophulariaceae followed suit.

The more I looked at this, the more something felt wrong.

In the originally clear sky, a black cloud suddenly appeared, and the area covered by this black cloud seemed to be only Changye Temple.

"Is this also your masterpiece?"

Zhu Xi asked with great interest.

In Zhu Xi's eyes, this 1.3 meter tall monk was a living god.

Scrophulariaceae was stunned for a moment, then nodded awkwardly and smiled.

"Sir is truly a god!"

Boom!

Thunder sounded again, and within the black clouds, there were actually two colors of gold and silver thunder.

Snapped!

A golden thunder fell.

The middle altar where incense was burned in the middle courtyard exploded with a bang.

The monks in the courtyard were all stunned. They all stood up in horror and looked at each other.

Bang bang bang bang!

Suddenly, the thunder in the black clouds seemed to have opened a floodgate. One after another, thunderbolts descended rapidly, either golden dragons or silver snakes. The entire temple instantly became an explosion scene, and large holes were opened in the roof.

The monks panicked, rolling and crawling around.

Some nuns hiding in some dormitories were also screaming and running out.

"Protect Your Highness!"

The guards of the King of Qin all gathered around and dragged the confused Zhu Xi out. In the short distance of tens of meters from the temple courtyard to the temple gate, more than 30 of the 100 guards were hacked to death, and the remaining

Most of them also have faces covered in soot.

Especially Zhu Ping, a bolt of lightning happened to hit the tree next to him. Although he was not injured, his hair and curly beard were scorched, like an exploded maned dog.

As for the Scrophulariaceae monk, he was squatting under the table where he was practicing, shivering, with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, reciting "Amitabha".

In his opinion, this is God punishing him.

At this time, God in his eyes was busy with other things.

Inside Taisun's Mansion.

After Zhu Xiongying sensed the precise hit of the thunderbolt, he ignored it.

At this time, he looked up at the sky and looked at the heavy snow.

Heavy snowfall caused disaster.

The people who suffer directly are the people.

If this snow continues for the next three to five days, there will be countless people starving to death throughout Zhili, and there will be countless families destroyed and people dead.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs.

Zhu Xiongying is not a compassionate person, nor does he have the heart of a wise king or a saint.

In his view, this is just his responsibility.

Since we have the world on our shoulders, we have the responsibility to protect the people of the world.

It's numerous fun to fight the destiny.

"Today, I will fight against the sky."
Chapter completed!