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Chapter 8 Hongjun was shocked! The imperial decree spread to the world(2/2)

The remaining 30%, under Zi Shou's coercion and inducement, all surrendered to Dashang and were voluntarily expelled from the divine book by Haotian.

In the beginning, in order to recruit these grass-headed gods, Haotian did not ask their souls to swear an oath, but simply remembered the names of the gods.

Now, all the gods have rebelled against heaven, and Haotian can only be furious, but there is nothing he can do.

Shang Rong had sharp eyes today, held his head high, looked at Zi Shou in awe, and said:

"Your Majesty, this plan really sucks the fire out of the cauldron."

"If you want the people not to be afraid of the gods, in addition to beating them, you can also let the people see the true face of the gods clearly."

"The people who were initially bewitched by the messengers saw their crimes and demolished their temples one after another..."

"The temple was smashed, and the bad luck of these gods came back, and their cultivation level was greatly reduced. They are no match for my Dashang army."

After Shang Rong said this, he took the certificate from Baiguan and sent it to Long An.

"Your Majesty, this is today's secret."

This was the daily task assigned to him by Zishou, which was euphemistically called training his memory, lest he become old and fatuous and forget the names of high-ranking officials.

Zi Shou's mouth twitched as he looked at the stack of records about the Dragon Case.

"Hey, the invention of paper and the inn is what I regret most."

Since the advent of such a convenient writing medium, the writing enthusiasm of the Shang Dynasty people has been greatly stimulated.

The frequency of memorials from local officials has also skyrocketed.

Wen Zhong stood under the golden steps, holding both male and female whips. Hearing this, his old face twitched and he couldn't help but say.

"The king is being humble again."

"Just for making paper, the merits of your majesty will be praised by all generations."

"Unfortunately……"

"The Three Saints are imprisoned in the Fire Cloud Cave, and it will be difficult for the human race to gain merit."

"Otherwise, the great king's merits are not inferior to those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

After Wen Zhong finished speaking, Zi Shou stood up from the throne and stared at Wen Zhong:

"Master, what did you just say?"

Wen Zhong was stunned.
Chapter completed!
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