With the arrival of the royal car, many princes and nobles entered Kunlun City, and this incomparably vast ancestor worship officially began.

This scene is even more spectacular than the previous worship of the Shang King.

King Wei looked around and sighed: "It's really very prosperous, the song has been congratulatory for many years, and I have never seen so many spectacular scenes, the princes and nobles of the world are all here, and it is the ancient capital of the Yellow Emperor, tsk..."

"Hmph, can this scene still be his king's success? Do you really think that you are still the co-master of the world? ridiculous, ridiculous..."

King Zheng was dressed in a royal robe, and the patterns on his head were even suspected of trespassing, but he hummed without scruples.

As soon as the words fell, King Zhao on the side shouted: "Be cautious and cautious...."

King Han, who had sparse white hair beside him, pointed at Jiang Wenhuan, Chonghou Hu and the others without a trace, and reminded softly: "There are still people here..."

King Zheng's face was a little unswerving, but he didn't say much.

Kunlun City Square.

When the title of "King Shang is the co-lord of the world" is not completely dusted, the king still has a supreme position, even if he has been crowned more than a dozen kings, it will not affect anything.

But after today, it may not be so.

Zishou is wearing an imperial robe, yellow and white, with dragon and phoenix patterns, and the back pain has been relieved a lot, and he doesn't need any armor.

And he knew very well that this ancestor worship was not so easy to end, and the arrogant defense of the imperial robe could play a major role.

Zishou was dressed in a royal robe, with a crown on his head, his momentum was extremely majestic, and the Daji around him was not bad, wearing a red palace costume, and he was captivating the country and the city.

"This is the demon concubine? It's so beautiful, no wonder, no wonder..."

Many people who have never seen Daji are in a trance, even if there is still a distance and it seems a little hazy, but their hearts are throbbing, and they only feel that they are beautiful.

Even, compared with Daji, the rows of ancestral statues arranged in the square seemed a little overshadowed, and even the stone tablets stating their merits in front of the statues were not looked at anymore.

Compared with the princes and nobles who swept their eyes everywhere, the courtiers of the Great Shang were much calmer.

They were excited, and even younger, trembling with excitement.

"Is this what it is like for all nations to come to court?"

Gao Jineng clenched his fists, although he knew that most of the princes below were disobedient, but it did not hinder the superficial respect of these people and the solemnity and vastness of this time.

Although the older courtiers were also excited, they had an unforgettable shame.

The big business is in decline!

In the tail of the princes, it is already in danger, these princes and nobles suck the blood of the great merchants, and finally this day has come.

I'm afraid that after today, if you want to have such a grand occasion again, it will take 20 or 30 years.

Even when you die, you may not be able to see it.

"Your Majesty is coming, and the ancestor worship has officially begun!"

The person in charge of presiding over is still Boyi, who will ascend to the imperial platform for a while, although it is not high, that is, a wide platform of less than one meter, but Shang Rong is old, maybe he will be afraid of heights.

"Please join me on the throne. ”

Zishou looked at the princes and spoke.

The princes and nobles were suddenly stunned, then reacted, and laughed secretly in their hearts.

The king is still a little forced in his heart, knowing that this is the place where the Yellow Emperor ascended, so he didn't do anything, as long as he stood on it, he would be superior, and let some qualified princes go up to the throne together, it seemed that the contradiction was not so intense, in front of the ancestors, everyone still had to save some face for each other.

As a result, even a few old men who were afraid of heights trembled and stepped onto the imperial stage, straightening their waists and looking extremely ruddy.

Subsequently, under the auspices of Boyi, the sacrifice began, and a solemn ritual process was carried out.

Most of the day flew by, and there was nothing wrong, but the weather was not beautiful, and it was a little gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

When the last item was about to be sacrificed to the statues of the ancestors, Zishou suddenly opened his mouth and asked loudly:

"Who is dissatisfied with the sacrifice of the ancestors of the human race?"

Just listening to this sound, Bo Yi knew that he was going to suffer, if he didn't add this sentence, even if someone was not convinced, he also pinched his nose and perfunctory past, and if there was something to say, he would say it after the sacrifice, but he could add such a sentence....

Zishou was extremely calm, and summoned a bunch of princes with status and status to the throne, not for any equality, nor for any ease of bilateral relations, he was mainly afraid that some old men would have bad ears and could not hear clearly.

Sure enough, just as he thought, a voice came out: "I'm not convinced!"

..........

Now.

Ji Chang, who was farming in the field, stopped the hoe in his hand, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "It's changed...."

The sky was already thick with clouds, the sky was dark, and the air was a little heavier

Ji Chang took out the turtle shell, calculated one or two, and shook his head: "The catastrophe has been decided, the chess pieces of the fairy gods have fallen, this game has been decided, no matter what I do in Xiqi, the king of the gods will not be able to survive this time." ”

Speaking of this, Ji Chang smiled bitterly: "Who wants the immortals to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world?"

"Outsiders know that I know how to divinate and can deduce all things, thinking that I am favored by heaven and earth and can be called a land immortal, but only when I enter this way and truly see what the destiny of heaven is, can I know the power of the immortals!"

"If it weren't for the fact that most of the immortal gods Gu Dao immortalized and didn't care about the world, I am afraid that there would be no human dynasty at all....."

Ji Chang was also embarrassed, why did he want to be a puppet?

But he didn't have a choice, just like Xia Qi back then.

If Xia Qi is not the son of heaven, he will not be able to subdue the princes who have ghosts in their hearts after Yu's death, and there will be no Xia.

Unless he can throw away Xiqi's family business and ignore it, give up the revenge of killing his father and the plan of running a business for decades.

Ji Chang raised his head and looked at the palace from afar.

The palace of Chaoge is built when Pangeng moved the capital, after many years of construction, the grand atmosphere, the king loves to build a lot of new palaces, and there are two palaces in Afang Palace.

The pillar of heaven that soared into the sky was even more symbolic, sometimes overflowing with some immortal light and ruiqi, and at the top, it seemed to be constantly swallowing clouds.

Ji Chang sighed lightly in his heart, but who would have thought that this brilliant six-hundred-year-old merchant was actually the same as this palace, and it only needed a fire to turn it into a torch?

At this moment, Ji Chang seemed to be able to see all kinds of Yin Shang's six hundred years, and said in a tone that seemed to be singing but not singing, and seemed to be chanting but not groaning:

"I saw him rise up a tall building, I watched him feast the princes, I saw his building collapse..."

"Hey...."

Watching Cheng Tang raise troops to quell the chaos and dominate the world; watching Zhong Ding, Zu Yi and other nine kings survive through the chaos of the Ninth Dynasty; watching Pan Geng gain a firm foothold and move the capital to Yu Yin; watching Zu Jia enjoy the comfort of the country and die right; watching Wu Yi shoot blood into the sky and no one helps.....

Seeing that the king was pointed out by all the people, the army was defeated like a mountain.

"O dynasty... Dynasty ...."

Ji Chang muttered, threw off the hoe in his hand, picked up a few weeds stained with mud, and threw them into the ground.

The rise and fall of the dynasty is so logical, growing step by step, declining little by little, and one day being uprooted, like weeds, falling into the dirt, no one remembers.

A muffled thunder sounded, and Ji Chang turned around: "Collect the clothes... Put away the clothes...."

It's just that when he left, the weeds that fell into the mud and should have been buried deep revealed a slight corner.

(End of chapter)