The six saints left Zixiao Palace, the curtain of the gods was opened, and time passed, Zheng Xuan was still contemplating the law, the human realm, and the song city.

The lord of the Shang Dynasty, King Xu, ascended the palace in the early dynasty, and hundreds of civil and military officials came to Qi to shout: "If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat from!" ”

"Ministers, wait for the prime minister to have something to play!" One person from the right shift is out of the shift.

"The ministers and businessmen tolerate the prime minister, take charge of the court, dare not play anything, tomorrow is March 15th, Nuwa Niangniang's Christmas Day, please come to Nuwa Palace to drop incense!" Prostrate on the golden steps, Gao Qing Ya Wat said respectfully.

"What merit does Nuwa have to send incense?" The King of Xuan said curiously.

"Back to Your Majesty, Nuwa Niangniang is an ancient sacred, one of the six saints of heaven and earth.

In ancient times, there was a Gonggong head that could not touch the Zhou Mountain, the sky tilted to the northwest, the ground fell to the southeast, Nuwa was to pick the five-colored stone, refining it to make up for the blue sky, so it was meritorious to the people, and Li Shu set up a ritual to repay it.

Today, the song worships this blessed god, then the four o'clock Kangtai, the country is long, the wind and rain are smooth, the disaster is submerged, this blessed country protects the people's god, His Majesty should go to the incense! Shang Rong said.

"I see, Zhun Qing played!" The king said suddenly, and returned to the palace.

At the same time, a decree came out: the next day, the Son of Heaven took a chariot, accompanied by two classes of civil and military affairs, and went to Nuwa Palace to make incense.

The king didn't know that as soon as he went, he officially opened the first act of the gods, and from then on, he couldn't help himself, or since Zixiao Palace, the six saints left, and they were already in the game!

The Son of Heaven Luan Yu came out of Fengcheng, the color of the Rui color reflected the hairpin, the dragon light sword spit out the wind and clouds, and the red feather shook the sun and the moon.

The embankment willow is dewed, the stream flowers are shining and the green Qiu Qing, I want to know the luck to see the sky, and all the countries are dressed and worship the saints.

On this day, at the south gate of Chaoge, every family burns incense and sets fires, every household makes colorful carpets, 3,000 iron rides 800 royal forests, Wucheng King Huang Feihu is carried, the Manchu Dynasty is accompanied by civil and military forces, and the king of Xuan takes the chariot to Nuwa Palace.

Come to the front of the palace, the king of the palace leaves, goes to the main hall, in the incense burner, the civil and military pay homage to the end of the class, and the king of the palace looks gorgeous.

But seeing the Goryeo in front of the palace, colorful gold makeup, the golden boy is holding the building, the jade girl is holding Ruyi, the jade hook is hanging obliquely, the half-round crescent moon is hanging in the air, the treasure tent is swaying, and the ten thousand pairs of Cailuan are fighting.

Biluo bedside, all are dancing cranes and soaring, agarwood thrones, creating dragons and flying phoenixes, golden furnaces and haze, fluttering strange and extraordinary, silver candles brilliant, and curling auspicious purple mist!

The king was looking at it intently, when suddenly, a gust of wind blew, penetrating the body and feeling cold.

The wind was raging, rolling up the curtain, revealing the statue of Nuwa, with a beautiful appearance, Rui Cai, the national color, graceful as life, it is really the fairy of the Rui Palace, and Chang'e of the Moon Palace is born!

When the king saw it, his eyes were fixed, and he couldn't move away, and his spirit was wandering.

I am the Son of Heaven, rich all over the world, even though there are six courtyards and three palaces, but there is no such bright color!

There is a lustful heart in my heart.

"Take the Four Treasures of the Study." Immediately said to the attendants beside him.

The attendant did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly took it and offered it to the king.

Fengluanbao's tent scene is very, full of gold and gold makeup.

The distant mountains are flying emerald color, and the dancing sleeves reflect the glow dress.

The pear blossom is delicate with the rain, and the peony cage is smoky and charming.

But he has to be enchanting to move and take back the king of Changle.

The king immediately moistened the purple hao and composed a poem on the powder wall of the palace.

"Hahaha, hahaha......" King Xuan laughed wildly at his masterpiece, very satisfied.

The king didn't know that above the nine heavens, a figure looked at him, the poems on the wall, he was also very satisfied, he smiled lightly and disappeared, and the big thing was accomplished, returning to the west!

in the main hall.

The king and the other person smiled, but the faces of the others changed.

"Your Majesty, Nuwa Niangniang is an ancient god, one of the six saints of heaven and earth, and her status is extremely noble.

The old minister please drive the incense is to pray for good fortune, so that all the people are happy, the rain is smooth, the fire is calm, now His Majesty composes a poem to blaspheme the saint, there is no piety and sincerity, it is a crime in the sacred, not the Son of Heaven to visit the gift of prayer, may the Lord wash it with water, afraid that the people of the world will see, and it is rumored that there is no virtue in the saint. Prime Minister Shang Rong said immediately.

It's a pity that the king is in a state of mind at this time, how can he listen to the advice.

"I look at Nuwa's appearance with a peerless appearance, because I write poems to praise her, how can I have any other meaning? Needless to say, the situation is lonely is the respect of ten thousand times, and it is left to the view of ten thousand surnames, which shows that the beauty of the mother is peerless, and the last pen of the lonely is also seen! He ignored it at all and returned to the court.

The civil and military officials watched silently, did not dare to speak at all, and followed behind them to return to the court silently.

Shang Rong sighed secretly, but he couldn't ignore it, so he had to secretly let people wash him with water after King Su was completely gone, and he also followed silently back to the court.

After the king and the others left completely, they instructed the little guy not to delay, and washed it away with clean water according to Shang Rong's words, and only then did he give up, but after the little guy left, the whole poem that was supposed to clean the powder wall resurfaced again, and it couldn't be washed!

Let's say that Nuwa left from Zixiao Palace and returned to the Wa Palace to cultivate, suddenly sensed, pinched his fingers, and lowered his Dharma body to Nuwa Palace outside Chaoge City, which was the place where King Xuan had just inscribed a poem.

Sitting on the top of the treasure hall, Nuwa saw the poems on the powder wall at a glance.

"Okay, you are a dumb gentleman, you don't want to cultivate yourself and establish virtue to protect the world, but now you are not afraid of heaven and chant poetry to blaspheme me, it is very hateful!

I want to become the king of the world, enjoy the country for more than 600 years, the number of qi has been exhausted, if I don't have a retribution with him, my face will not be lost! Although he knew that this was the number of days, he was still furious, and called the Bixia boy to drive Qingluan to the court for a while.

Morning song.

However, it is said that the king of Xuan had two sons, the eldest son Yin Jiao and the second son Yin Hong.

That Yin Jiao was later on the list of gods "Tai Sui", and Yin Hong was the "God of Grains", all of whom were famous gods.

The two knew that the king had returned from the Nuwa Palace and went to meet him, but as they were walking, two red lights rushed to the sky.

Nuwa happened to be here, blocked by this red light, looked down, saw the two of them, and at the same time knew that the king still had twenty-eight years of luck, and he was an important person who was a god to kill and rob, this is the number of days, but it is not good to disobey, and it is not allowed to make times!

Seeing this, Nuwa temporarily returned to the palace, but she was unhappy in her heart, so she called Caiyun Tong'er to take the golden gourd from the harem, put it under the danqi, lifted the reed cover, and pointed with her hand.

A white light flashes in the gourd, it is as big as a line, more than four or five zhang high, above the white light, hang out a flag, the light is colorful, Ruiying thousands, the name says: Recruit demon flags!

After a while, the sad wind was blowing, the miserable fog was misty, the clouds were in all directions, the wind passed several times, and the big demons with names and surnames in the world all went to the palace to listen to the decree.

"Demons everywhere retreated, leaving only the three demons in Xuanyuan's tomb to serve!" Nuwa instructed Caiyun Tongzi.

"Niangniang's holy life is boundless!" Caiyun received the order, and the three demons entered the palace to pay respects, bowed to the ground and saluted.

One of these three demons is a thousand-year-old fox spirit, one is a nine-headed pheasant essence, and one is a jade pipa essence, among which the thousand-year-old fox spirit is the famous Su Daji in the future gods!

"The three demons listen to my secret decree: Cheng Tang is gloomy, when the world is lost, Fengming Qishan, the Western Zhou Dynasty has given birth to the Holy Lord.

Providence has been decided, the number of qi dictates, your three demons can hide their demon form, support the palace, confuse the king's heart, wait for the king of martial arts to cut down, in order to help success, do not harm sentient beings, after the matter is completed, so that you and others will also become a positive result! Nuwa sat on the cloud platform and commanded the three demons.

"Yes, I will not be able to hope for my mother!" The three demons kowtowed excitedly and thanked him, turning into a breeze and leaving.

Exactly: the fox listened to the order to cast a witch spell and was ruined into a soup for 600 years!

In mid-March, I drove into the incense, chanted a poem, and took off, only knowing how to use the pen to learn, but I didn't know that the society was dead.