Zi Shou glanced at Shang Rong:

"How many gods are killed in the human race, and it depends on the Jade Emperor's face?"

"If a river god doesn't protect the people, why should he be left alone?"

"I'm a great businessman and I don't care about idleness."

…

There was a bone-chilling murderous intent in Zi Shou's voice. Shang Rong was so frightened that his legs trembled when he heard the words. He didn't dare to say any more. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and left tremblingly.

On the way out of the palace, the coldness behind Shang Rong has not disappeared.

He sighed.

In the past, the king only asked Master Wen to kill a few monsters.

Now, even the river god wants to be killed?

Shang Rong sighed and walked out. Unexpectedly, before he had walked a few steps, his cloudy eyes seemed to have taken a nap, and his body shivered, as if he had changed his body, and he suddenly straightened his back.

In an instant, the momentum changed.

"good!"

"Well done, Your Majesty!"

"For the people of Great Shang, even gods would dare to kill them!"

"As expected of the king!"

"What a shame, old minister, I don't have the magic power of a grand master, so I can't go through fire and water for your majesty!"

Shang Rong straightened his chest and raised his head, but before he took a few steps, he suddenly shivered again and his eyes suddenly became cloudy again.

He blinked and wiped the sweat from his head, wondering what had just happened.

…

After Shang Rong left.

Zi Shou looked at the sky and knocked on the table, pondering in his heart.

His decision to kill the god was not a reckless one.

Zi Shou has exhausted all the means he could think of to improve the country's destiny.

It won't be possible to lift it later, so we can only rely on robbery and force to take back the luck that should belong to the human race.

Since the birth of the human race, destiny has been divided.

The saint will not mention it.

After Haotian took charge of the Heavenly Court, he also began to use the incense and fire divine way to suck the little luck left by the human race into the Heavenly Court.

These gods canonized by the heaven are not of high cultivation, but they are like a group of moths lying on the body of the great merchants, constantly sucking the fortune of the great merchants and feeding back to the heaven.

For Zi Shou, if he wants to improve his country's destiny, he must kill these gods from heaven.

Now, the conferring of gods is about to begin.

This battle is a divine battle in which the two sages of the West win over Yuan Shi and Tai Shang to kill all the immortals of Jie Jiao.

Divine wars are always accompanied by national wars.

From the beginning, the Shang Dynasty was the spokesperson of Jiejiao in the world.

It is destined to be destroyed together with Jie Jiao.

No matter how good the governance of Dashang is, these superior gods will come up with countless ways to secretly destroy the destiny of Dashang.

The great master of the Heavenly Court never showed up, hiding in the Lingxiao Palace, ready to reap the benefits.

For him, the Shang Dynasty must perish.

Great Shang and Heaven are destined to be at odds with each other.

Shang Rong was afraid of offending Heaven, but Zi Shou was not afraid at all.

The current Haotian is just a polished commander who has just taken over the Demon Court.

The three Taoist religions are powerful, and the Western religion has two saints.

In Haotian's heaven, there are not even many capable people and strangers in Dashang.

With his foolish and loyal old master Wen Zhong here, if he can't defeat him, why can't he bring in reinforcements?

Jie Jiao is famous for being a team player and protecting his weaknesses.

Zi Meng thought of hearing the Grand Master and suddenly knocked on the table and said to himself:

"You can ask the old master about killing and robbery."

"By the way, tell him the plan to kill the god."

…

The next day.

Nine Halls.

Zishou was lying on the throne, listening to the civil and military officials repeatedly urging him to take care of the dragon's body, and passing the folds up again and again. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to drag them down and chop them off.

These hypocritical dogs!

After scolding, Zishou sighed in his heart.

This is really his own fault.

Since he invented pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the most favorite thing for ministers to do is to make folds.

Zi Meng rummaged through some small things, and after annotating them casually, he saw Zhao Qi's memorial.

According to Zhao Qi, he threw the 50-year-old Zhu Wu into the water. Not only did she not drown her, she actually called out the river god.

"Zhu Wu submerged into the water, and a wave of water suddenly rolled up and lifted her out of the water!"

"When the vision came out, the people became more and more awed."

"In the river, there are sounds of vicissitudes of life."

"Word: The King has invited me, and I will go to Chao Ge to talk about it soon. I heard that Chao Ge's women have delicious meat. Especially in the inner courtyard of the harem..."

"You are really looking for death."

"I heard that the Grand Master is staying, and the others should disperse."

Zishou finished his instructions hastily with General Zhezi and ordered all the civil and military officials to withdraw, leaving only Taishi Wen alone.

He threw Zhao Qi's book to Wen Zhong, half-lying on the throne, and asked directly:

"What's the origin of this thing?"

Wen Zhong glanced at the fold and said:

"Back to your Majesty, as far as I know, the river god in the Qishui River is a nine-headed feather insect with the blood of the Dragon King of the West Sea. He calls himself the Nine-headed Great Sage. Ten years ago, he was canonized as the Qishui River by the Jade Emperor.

God, it is the duty of the Qi River to move the clouds and spread the rain.”

Zishou took a sip of the medicinal soup from the homemade thermos cup and said:

"Can it be cut?"

Wen Zhong nodded without hesitation and said:

"Can cut."

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to take action against the Heavenly God?"

Zishou raised his eyebrows:

"Today, the first five-year plan has been implemented, which can basically guarantee the harvest in spite of droughts and floods in Dashang."

"The gods are useless."

"It's time to take back these fortunes that should belong to Dashang."

Zi Shou's eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent, and he sneered:

"From now on.

Anyone who harms the fate of our country will be killed without mercy!"

Wen Zhong seemed to have been prepared and said calmly:

"The king has decided, let's kill him."

Zi Shou suddenly raised the corners of his mouth: "Don't you need to invite some fellow Taoists?"

He has wanted to meet everyone in Jiejiao for a long time.

Wen Zhong shook his head: "This monster is not in the realm of human immortality. I am still okay, so there is no need to invite anyone."

Zishou sighed regretfully, and then looked at Wen Zhong thoughtfully.
To be continued...