Warlocks, also called Fangshi, generally refer to Confucianism, Taoism, Fangshi, Jianghu Warlocks, and Magicians. Nowadays, it mostly refers to people who have divination, astrology, etc. as their profession.

Warlocks were prevalent in this era, because everyone had many incomprehensible natural phenomena in heaven and earth, so they could only seek ghosts and gods, and warlocks could communicate with ghosts and gods.

The reason why they can communicate with ghosts and gods is because they can fool.

Zhao Xing is a god, no, it is a god, and the matter of being an immortal has spread all over the Central Plains. And now that he has established the country independently, this makes the warlocks who are active in various places think that they have found an organization, so they also want to get Zhao Xing, who is also the monarch of the same country, to give them the same treatment and support as they did to the Mo family, so that the liar industry can be systematized, professionalized, and carried forward.

So, the world's most famous warlock Fang Sheng came to the door.

Zhao Xing, who was busy and anxious, heard that the great sages of the world, the warlock leader wanted to see him, not to see himself, so he was very disgusted in his heart.

In this era, the status of the warlock was a transcendent existence among the various princes, and the lobbying and fooling of the various princely states were all dignified and courteous, and they were treated with the highest courtesy by each prince.

Therefore, Fang Sheng thinks that I came to see you Zhao Xing to give you face, so I didn't ask to see you, but to see you.

Zhao Xing was disgusted in his heart, because he knew the roots of this group of liars. But he didn't want to offend this group of liars, the reason was that he clearly knew that this group of liars was a group of people in this era and had formed an industry. Moreover, their troubled language is quite revered by a group of high-ranking people and all classes. If you offend a person, it's okay, but if you offend a class, it's not cost-effective, so Zhao Xing casually ordered him to come in.

Fang Sheng is very arrogant, and his arrogance is a problem that people are used to in the world.

He stood outside Zhao Xing's hall with his hands behind his back, looked at Zhao Xing's shabby palace, and expressed enough scorn at Zhao Xing.

For this candidate who has no foundation, he thinks that when he comes, Zhao Xing should open the middle door wide, like other princes, and greet him with the most solemn part of the Zhou ceremony, so as to be worthy of his identity.

Just when he was imagining that he was treated with a grand courtesy, and then what kind of method he used to fool this shabby Tang Hou, a yellow door, and a yellow door with a beard, came out and notified him coldly: "My lord will let you in to meet you." ”

Fang Sheng was not furious by this rude treatment, because he was being surprised by the strangeness of the yellow gate but beard.

He pointed to the beard of this guy wearing the uniform of the Yellow Gate of the Inner Chamberlain with a trembling hand, and asked in surprise: "Aren't you a eunuch?" ”

This Huang Men smiled calmly: "No." ”

"How can you not be a eunuch? How can you enter and leave the inner palace if you are not a eunuch? ”

This Huangmen smiled again: "Our lord said that castrating people is unkind. What is not benevolent, we cannot do it. We, the Yellow Men, in our Datang, are free people. There's a lot of money to work here, and we're just an employer. If I don't do a good job, our lord can dismiss us; In the same way, if we think that the king is not good to us, we can also resign and do nothing. ”

Fang Sheng's lips trembled: "Isn't Tang Hou afraid that you will cause trouble in the palace?" ”

This Huangmen smiled again: "Our lord said that he will have two wives, and they are also equal wives, and they really love each other." Even if some of them don't want to be in love with the king, he doesn't prevent them from marrying again. ”

Fang Sheng's head was dizzy, because this was too shocking.

"The palace maid is also hired, and if we fall in love with a certain palace maid, as long as it is above board, our king is willing to give a dowry." Then looking at this Fang Shi, this Huangmen despised his mind: "Our lord said, this is in accordance with heaven and humanity, such a mind, why don't you let us be more disciplined?" ”

Fang Sheng didn't know how he put down the shelf and walked into the main hall in a daze.

It was only when the yellow gate reminded him to invite him to see the king that he came to his senses.

He looked the hall up and down. The floor of the main hall is still made of wooden planks, but instead of kneeling mats, there are rows of tables arranged on the left and right, and the tables are the chairs of Zhao Guo, or Daijun to be exact. Now behind a few desks, a few officials are working the case.

In the middle of the main hall, on the tall screen, there is a huge plaque, on which several simplified characters "Zhengda Guangming" reveal a heroic righteousness.

Under the plaque, on the same tall table, there are countless cases, a lean, beardless middle-aged man, who is not on the stage to review the documents.

The chamberlain has a beard, and this Tang Hou has no beard, in Fang Sheng's eyes, this is simply deviant and weird.

Fang Sheng was subdued by this invisible momentum, he tidied up his clothes, gave up his arrogance, and greeted him with the most solemn weekly salute. When he was about to kneel and kowtow, Tang Hou above said indifferently: "Our Datang is not willing to bow down and worship unless we worship our ancestors, and Mr. is exempt from courtesy." Huang Men ordered, move a stool for Mr. Then he looked at the hourglass in the corner of the main hall: "Please explain your intention within a moment." Then he added apologetically: "The widow is very busy, and he doesn't have time to discuss at length with others." ”

Fang Sheng was choked up, this was really a world of difference from his treatment in other vassal states.

But I don't know why, in the face of this king, I didn't have the urge to jump like thunder, but I had a feeling of being suppressed, which made me have to be careful, which made Fang Sheng, who had always been proud, very uncomfortable. He's going to move back into this situation that doesn't work against him.

So, he stood arrogantly in the middle of Zhao Xing's hall again, and shouted loudly: "King Tang is in trouble, don't you know it?" ”

According to reason, just this voice can make all the princes who face the world's number one priest sweat profusely and be sincerely afraid.

Zhao Xing was also attracted by this voice, and after signing an official document, he pushed away the other documents, raised his head, and asked with an interested smile: "First of all, Zhou Tianzi is still here, he is the king, and I am Hou, I can't trespass." Also, did this gentleman forget? The widow is not only the monarch of the Tang Dynasty, but also a descendant of the first saint Miao, a real immortal? Can't I, an immortal, foresee my own fate? Then he smiled and shook his hand gently: "Don't be a fool of yourself in front of the widow, the most annoying thing about the widow is this, you know, I will let the dog beat people." ”

Xu Jie proudly set an example.

As a result, Fang Sheng said proudly: "Tang Hou is a descendant of the first saint Miao, and the immortals are not fake, but the mountains and rivers in this world have their own gods, and every tree and grass has a deity." It is also good for the people to worship, and the gods of the world have their own belongings, and they are not under your control. Therefore, what I am supporting is another family, and the people under your rule worship Yan Huang on behalf of the county, Lou Fu has the mountain god to worship, and the people in Lin Hu's hometown respect the will of the immortal heaven. And our family has more reasons for educating the people and being respected by the people. Therefore, your immortal is not as good as my magic. How can you be so slow with me? ”

Hearing this, Zhao Xing's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly felt that what this guy said was right.

But Xu Jie, who knew Zhao Xing best, couldn't help but tremble and looked at Fang Sheng-you guy, I don't know how many people will die without a place to be buried.