Nanzhan Buzhou, Fushan City.

Fushan City is a small city built at the foot of Fushan Mountain, well, its realization of today's Nanzhan Buzhou, except for Yunjian City, there is no city qualified to be called a 'big city'.

Fushan City is not big, and now it is built in the location of Beicheng District, and the rest of the city is a huge construction site, full of people pushing wheelbarrows to transport city construction materials, and there are also many overseers holding leather whips and patrolling everywhere.

The city lord of Fushan City is surnamed Zhou, who used to be called Zhou Yuanwai, but now he is secretly called Zhou Papi.

Unlike others, this week's peel was an official before entering the cave, not big, just a county order, and was later removed from his position due to corruption, but he had previous connections, and finally embarked on the business of smuggling salt and iron.

The Great Xuan Dynasty also took the path of 'salt and iron official camp', and these two items also accounted for more than 50% of the annual tax income of the imperial court.

But once the identity is confirmed, it is the end of the beheading, and it is almost unsympathetic.

Therefore, although salt and iron smuggling is violent, anyone who dares to do this business can be called an 'outlaw'.

Zhou Papi can do this business for a long time, and he can do it steadily, so he has some means.

It's just that in the past, although he was notorious outside, in the town, it was to build bridges and pave roads, be kind and charitable, and make a good name enough.

But all this is different when it comes to this Nanzhan Buzhou.

Because there is no direct jurisdiction of the imperial court, after his initial caution, his ambition is to grow like the grass in the spring.

Not to mention how he operated, after just a series of means, he not only gained the right to manage the town, but also conquered three other villages within a hundred miles of the city, so that the population under his jurisdiction exceeded 10,000.

Don't think it's too little, here, it's already very good.

And after Zhou Papi was complacent, he began his plan to build a city, forcing everyone to serve in labor and build a city under this floating mountain.

Because of the persecution methods, he was beaten or scolded, and he killed people at every turn, so until now, he has been called 'Zhou Papi'.

Of course, what I want to talk about at this time is not Fushan City, nor Zhou Papi, but a storyteller in Fushan City, in an open space.

At this time, it was already past noon.

The construction of Fushan Castle came to a halt, and the workers gathered here after a sparse lunch.

There are three floors inside and three layers outside, and I don't know how many people are gathered here, listening attentively.

On the stage, an old man with white hair but a face like a crown of jade was talking like a river, gushing about a plot of 'making trouble in the Heavenly Palace'.

He speaks clearly, his voice is loud, even from afar, he can hear it clearly, and with his words, everyone seems to be playing out a changing scene in front of their eyes.

There seems to be a monkey wearing gold armor and holding a golden hoop stick is turning over the river and the sea, and the heavenly soldiers and generals are retreating one after another, and in front of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, he shouted the slogan: "The emperor takes turns to do it, and he will come to my house this year".

To say this slogan is tantamount to a blatant instigator of rebellion.

Not far away, Fushan City Lord Zhou Papi's face was extremely ugly, but it was just ugly, he didn't do anything, and he didn't dare to do anything.

Not long ago, it was impossible for Fushan City to have a 'lunch break', and he longed for everyone to have a castle without eating or sleeping, let alone having this 'storytelling'.

But everything was different when the caravan arrived.

He originally saw that the caravan had carried an unknown amount of goods and money, and he was moved, but after the people he sent out had gone and never returned, he knew that he had kicked the iron plate.

And when the caravan leaves, after the storyteller stays, look at what he says, he wants to say that it is not bad, it is false, for fear that some people will be instigated by him and do something 'rebellious'.

Of course, if you want to say whether he dares to shoot the other party's storyteller, then you don't dare to do it.

Because, this storyteller is also not taboo, and from time to time he will also show a few surgical methods, indicating his identity as an immortal.

Of course, none of them are the protagonists, the protagonist at this time is an inconspicuous black and thin man below, in the dense crowd.

This person's surname is Feng, his name is 'Tiezhu', and his parents naturally gave him this name because they wanted him to grow stronger, but in reality, when he didn't have enough to eat, where could he be strong?

Tie Zhu has dark skin, a slight slump on his back, and can barely make out a little immaturity of his face, but none of this matters.

He is an out-and-out farmer, and his ancestors and grandchildren have lived by farming for three generations, but he doesn't like farming, let alone endless labor.

At this time, he stared at the stage, for fear of missing a word, and his eyes were pure and bright on his dark face.

In the corner he couldn't see, a silk thread glowing with golden light seemed to sink into the clouds, connecting with a distant place.

At this time, a pair of eyes fell on him through a long distance, and after observing for a while, he finally nodded with satisfaction, and said in a voice that no one could hear: "It's not bad, then you!" ”

So, as soon as he pointed out, an invisible streamer flashed and sank into the iron pillar's body.

It's really a flash, as if something has changed, as if nothing has happened, and looking back, the person on the clouds has stopped paying attention to him, but has looked in other directions.

It was night, this Feng Tiezhu had a dream, a long dream.

In his dream, he saw a lot of immortals who could fly to the sky and the earth, and turn over the rivers and seas.

In his dreams, he also saw a lot of huge and strangely shaped monsters.

Of course, because the dream was so long, he didn't really see it, but at a certain point, everything seemed to slow down.

So, in his dream, he seemed to see the nine heavens, the majestic and continuous heavenly palace standing in the clouds, with golden light sprinkled down, mysterious and majestic.

In his dream, he saw that there were immortals riding the clouds, gods coming in the wind, strong men guarding, and fairies busy.

They seemed to be holding a grand banquet, and the peaches that exuded an alluring luster were served, and there were countless immortals watching the goddesses dance, and they were full of life; While talking and communicating, I couldn't stop laughing.

In his dream, he saw a monkey, it should have been a monkey, it looked like a monkey, but it jumped out of a stone.

He became the monkey king of a mountain, but he was afraid of death, and he walked in the human world, but he wanted to pursue the path of immortality.

He walked for a long time and searched for a long time, and finally found an immortal mountain and worshipped an immortal as a teacher.

He learned great skills here, but a somersault of 108,000 miles, there are seventy-two kinds of change techniques that can avoid three disasters and six tribulations.

In his dream, he once entered the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea to seize the treasure, took the wishful spirit hoop stick, and also went to the heavenly court as an official, raising the heavenly horse strong.

He once rebelled against the heavens, set up his own name, gathered a group of demons against the sky, fought 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, and fought in the dark, the sun and the moon were dark.

In his dream, he once played with the giant spirit god general, once smashed the magic weapon of the four heavenly kings, and fought endlessly with the great gods of the Three Altars Sea Society, until the end, he fought fiercely with Erlang God Yang Jian for 3,000 rounds, and finally missed and was captured.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of the climax.

In the dream, the monkey was burned in a huge furnace for seven hundred and forty-nine days, but he was stunned to refine a pair of fiery eyes, and then kicked over the Dan furnace, picked up the golden hoop stick, and hit the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

He wants to crush the sky!

Even in a dream, Tie Zhu only felt that his blood was boiling, as if there was a spurting emotion brewing in his heart, and the passion was surging.

Until the end of the dream, in the dark, there seemed to be a statue of the Great Sage Phantom with three heads and six arms standing between heaven and earth with his feet on the earth, ten thousand feet tall, and six arms.

In the boundless nothingness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking down, staring at the iron pillar like ants, and the sound of nothingness shook the dream.

"You, would you like to believe in my grandson?"

Iron Pillar shouted almost without thinking: "I do! ”

His voice was weak but firm, and there was only one word that answered him.

"Good!"

……

The dream finally ended, and when Tie Zhu woke up, he even had the illusion of a thousand years of vision, as if he was in another world.

But just as he was almost instinctively ready to get out of bed and go to work, his mind was full of all kinds of information.

He seemed to remember everything in his dream, but it seemed so far away, and more than that, he had some knowledge.

For example, how to build temples and statues of gods.

For example, how to be a qualified temple blessing.

For example, how to pray, pray to the great sage.

Another example is how to borrow divine power and use spells.

All this filled his mind for a while, so much so that he was dizzying.

On this day, instead of going to work, he found the storyteller, who, without any additional words, immediately prepared the site, stones, bricks, and timber for him, and even took matters into his own hands.

So, almost incredible, a temple was built overnight in Fushan City, and when the red cloth in front of the door was uncovered, the words 'Dasheng Temple' appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

So, the sandalwood was faint, the bells echoed, Feng Tiezhu turned into a temple blessing, and then, with his efforts, the incense of this temple became more and more prosperous.

This, of course, is not an isolated case.

In fact, in the entire Nanzhan Continent, but in any larger area, temples have quickly appeared from scratch.

Of course, it is not only the Dasheng Temple, but also the Erlang Temple, the Juling Temple, the Sanqing Temple, the Four Heavenly Kings Temple, the Lei Zu Temple, the God of Wealth Temple, the Zhenwu Temple, the Yuelao Temple, and so on......

Although each temple helps more than one god to shape the statue of the god, there is only one main worship, and there is another temple to take care of, which is also Mo Chengjun's intention.

Although in the Heavenly Court of Illusion, Mo Chengjun liked to sit on top of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall the most, he never thought of himself as the Jade Emperor.

Or, to be more precise, he could be any immortal god above the heavenly court.

And the reason why there are so many is to better compare the difference between the incense and the wish power, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the result of careful consideration.

……

Some things are like snowballing, as soon as they start to start, they will get bigger and bigger with the passage of time, and they will become more and more popular.

Faith is what it is!

With the establishment of temples one after another, and the efforts of one temple celebrity, the name of the heavenly court and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens also began to be widely spread.

Naturally, what is rolling in is the power of incense.

And with a sufficient supply of incense and wishing power, Mo Chengjun also began to cultivate the second primordial god and the golden body of wishing power step by step.

It's really starting to get involved, and it's a different feeling.

To be precise, he read "The Golden Body of Wishing Power" before, and no matter from which point of view, he felt that this secret record was quite perfect.

Its shortcomings are probably similar to the "Taiping Imperial Ghost Sutra", there may be one or two places that are not quite in line with the 'reality', and a slight replacement is enough.

But now?

He doesn't think so anymore.

To be precise, after really going deep into it and understanding it more and more profoundly, the evaluation he gave again was just four words - full of loopholes.

That's right, it's the entire ghost and god system that is full of loopholes!

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