As a result, there were two more distinguished guests in the Shang Wang's Mansion.

As expected, when Zhao Geng told all their calculations and sincerely expressed his willingness to attach himself to the king of Shang, Song Chuyin did not immediately agree.

He sat on the upper seat, his two dragon eyebrows hanging down on his dark eyes, as if he was too lazy to listen to the two in front of him continue to nag. He never spoke, and there was no hint of approval or disapproval on his face.

Zhao Geng was confident, he finished speaking, and he was not in a hurry, and sat on the seat and drank tea slowly.

"It seems that Lord Zhao has expected that this king will disown his six relatives and depose his biological mother with his own hands?" Song Chu groaned.

"Don't dare." Zhao Geng put down the teacup, "It's just that the queen acts like this, which goes against the norm." Your Majesty is sick, the world knows it, even if the mother can hide it for a while, she can't hide it for a lifetime! Not to mention this fetus—"

Song Chuyin raised his hand to interrupt him, "Lord Zhao also said that this matter is natural. Therefore, this king can't say it, only heaven can say it. Go back and think about it. ”

Yu Zhong still didn't know why, Zhao Geng had already gotten up and saluted: "Your Highness Xie." ”

When the two of them went out, Yu Zhong scratched his head and asked, "Brother Geng, what does King Shang mean?" It's better for you two to play dumb riddles there, and I'll leave one of you in a hurry. ”

Zhao Geng smiled and said, "Think about it, which one is he referring to?" ”

"Heavenly ...... Emperor? Yu Zhong thought about it, shook his head, rolled his eyes and looked at the sky, froze for a long time, and suddenly patted his head and said, "Yes, yes!" This Shang King is ruthless enough! ”

"You've finally got the hang of it!" Zhao Geng laughed heartily again.

What is "day"? What is "heaven"? It is not the Son of Heaven, but the will of Heaven, and there is only one person who can determine the will of Heaven: the man of God.

Although Song Chuyin must not turn his back on the queen on the surface, he has already secretly mentioned the mystery of Zhao Geng's matter.

Zhao Geng is a smart person and a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Rites, so he naturally quickly understood Song Chuyin's hint. Since the god-man Chang disappeared and the god-man did not appear, then this god-man can be anyone.

So, in the past few days, their goal is to find a talent, so that the fake Fulin can become the real Fulin, so as to grant the will of heaven.

After the two of them left the Shang Palace, Song Chuyin said to Duyou on the side of the waiter: "You say, which person is the most suitable to give to them?" ”

Duyou immediately understood, "Your Highness is saying...... That person? ”

Song Chuyin smiled and nodded, "If it weren't for that person, how could the queen mother be relieved?" ”

Listen alone, bow and retreat.

***

After that, every day in the court, Zhao Geng and Yu Zhong changed into civilian clothes and went around the market to explore, hoping to find the shadow of the "god man" from the capital city full of talents.

The first place they are interested in is the Tianyi Theater, and the other is the Haowen Teahouse, both of which are important places where Jingyi has developed intelligence and is mixed.

In these two places, there is a new drama "Meet the Divine Man" and the latest story "The Divine Man Encounter" compiled by the storyteller, which tells the story of the same strange man. The plot is twisty and bizarre, but the actions of the protagonists are very consistent with the "godmen" they are looking for.

This protagonist is a fairy, who usually likes to travel all over the world, preaches the way of the piano, and is well versed in the sufferings of the people, so he spreads many miracles among the people with his qin music, attracting countless believers who follow him.

In the noisy teahouse, Yu Zhong was leaning on the window railing and listening to the storyteller's jokes with great interest.

I saw Mr. tilting his head, shaking his head and raising his voice, "Let's say that this Jin Dan refined by Fulin Immortal Venerable can raise the dead, not to mention the flesh and bones, his piano skills are even better!" On that day, he passed by the bell and drum tower outside Dingfeng Street, and saw an old man without legs covered in sores, holding his chest with his hands, kowtowing desperately, chanting 'Fulin Immortal Venerable has a spirit'......"

Just as he was talking about the critical place, Yu Zhong was dragged by Zhao Geng, he just blew his beard and stared impatiently, but he looked out the window according to Zhao Geng's eyes, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Haowen Teahouse is adjacent to the bustling Zixiao Street on one side, and on the other side is against the alley, from the mouth of the alley to the end of the alley are all longevity shops. Therefore, people say, it is good to ask the storyteller of the teahouse, and tell it to the living and the dead at the same time.

At this time, at the door of the longevity shop outside the window of the teahouse, there was a middle-aged man with disabled legs, ragged body, and ulcerated skin lying in an inferior open coffin, his face facing the sky, his hands crossed on his chest, and his mouth kept chanting: "Fulin Xianzun, Fulin Xianzun......"

"Hey, it's been three days, why haven't you died?" A man standing next to the coffin said.

"Heh, didn't you see that he was waiting for the gods to come and save his life? Where is it so easy to die? The other guy replied.

"That is, our boss is kind, he will send him a coffin to the end, and give him such a good place to listen to books for free, and even have to do business!" The previous guy took a sip, "Why aren't you dead yet!" ”

As soon as he finished scolding, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and the wind carried the ethereal sound of the piano and a strange aroma, and he shook in place in a daze for a while. And his companion was already stunned and did not move.

In the teahouse, the storyteller was long gone, he squeezed to the window, and stretched his neck out of the window with a group of onlookers, staring intently at this alley of dead men that he had never admired, and the waking wood in his hand had fallen into the open coffin while he was stunned.

In the coffin, the person who was about to die who was about to die looked at the head of the Great Wall in the sky, not knowing what had happened.

The alleys are narrow and desolate, and the shops are piled up from the inside out. When the wind blows, white banknotes are scattered everywhere, the erected flags flutter and shake, and the brass bells make a jingling sound.

In the midst of the mourning of the plain linen and white, a man dressed in white clothes and white robes came slowly from the entrance of the alley, wearing a cloak embroidered with gold silk and a hood covering half of his face.

Behind him, he was followed by more than a dozen people dressed in white, with their hands on their chests, looking very reverent.

The man went forward until the open coffin, and in full view of everyone, he sat down on the floor and called out the piano. The devotees surrounded him, holding hands in a circle, and one by one they fell to their knees and prostrate themselves on the ground.

The sound of the piano turned into a wisp of white smoke from the top of the man's head and drifted into the coffin.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light filled the air, and after a few moments of disappearance, the appearance of the man in the coffin changed greatly. He was still wearing the ragged clothes, but the sores on his skin were completely gone, and his face and body were as clean as new.

What's even more amazing is that his already shrunken leg is completely healthy.

Everyone was already stunned, and the people in the coffin were also surprised to find their changes, and after touching them randomly, they crawled out of it and shouted at the man in white: "Fulin Immortal Venerable, Fulin Immortal Venerable!" ”

The man in white had already turned his back and left. He just walked, but no matter how much the man behind him chased, he was always far, far away from him, as if the person in front of him was just a phantom.

Zhao Geng always remained vigilant, and when he saw the man leaving, he slapped Yu Zhong's arm heavily, "Keep up!" With that, he dragged him out of the teahouse.