After decades of conquest and territorial expansion, the Shang Kingdom not only had a vast territory, but also produced many capable people under the spread of the incense of several cultivators.

Up to now, although the Shang State is not as powerful as before, it is enough to suppress the clans, and there are 800 town princes under the rule of the Shang State, and they are not afraid of foreign enemies.

The princes of these 800 towns were led by the four great princes, Jiang Huanchu of the East Bohou, E Chongyu of the South Bohou, Ji Chang of the West Bohou, Chonghou Hu of the North Bohou, and the small princes of each road led the small princes of the two hundred towns, and the Taishi Wenzhong assisted, coupled with the tough means of the foreign races, so that all the foreign tribes surrendered, so that all the people of the Shang country were happy, and the wind and rain were smooth.

The more peaceful the years, the more people believe in the gods, the Shang country originally respected the divine power, to the Di Xin generation has not decreased at all, but there is still exceedance, most of the ministers of the court and the central government worship under these powerful doors, the most of them are worshiped under the sect of Lingbao Tianzun, so that the entire Shang country worships Lingbao Tianzun and Nuwa Niangniang occupy as much as eighty percent, and the remaining two percent are worshipping other powers.

If it weren't for the constant protection of Lingbao Tianzun and Nuwa Niangniang, I'm afraid that the anger of other powerful sects would be enough to destroy the Shang Kingdom.

Of course, Luo Fu didn't have any opinion on this, and Luo Fu didn't need the power of incense, he was a real peak cultivation of the Heavenly Dao Saint Immortal, and he cultivated it through his own strength, which was several times stronger than other Saint Immortals who used the Qi of the Universe, so naturally he didn't need the power of incense to maintain his cultivation.

On this day, it is the birthday of the Virgin Nuwa Niangniang on March 15, and every household of the Terran Race in the Wasteland has to offer incense to worship, one is to congratulate Nuwa Niangniang, and the other is to pray for Nuwa Niangniang's blessing.

Of course, because of this incident, Luo Fu was sarcastic about Nuwa, after all, Luo Fu knew a lot about Nuwa's origin, where did she come from, even if there was a birthday, it would never be March 15, because the calendar for calculating dates appeared in the human race was only a hundred years old, and when Nuwa came to the wasteland, there were no Terrans in the wasteland.

As the Holy Mother of the Terran Race, Nuwa Niangniang has to offer incense to worship, even the co-owner of the Terran race, so Shang Rong, the minister in charge of the ritual music, told Di Xin that according to the etiquette law, Di Xin must lead all the ministers to the Nuwa Temple outside the city to offer incense.

For the Virgin Nuwa Niangniang of the human race, Di Xin did not dare to slack off, and when he learned that it was Nuwa Niangniang's birthday again, he naturally had to follow the etiquette law.

On the night of March 14, Di Xin drank and had fun all night, and if it had not been for the attendant to tell Di Xin that he would go out of the city to pay homage to Nuwa Niangniang the next day, I am afraid that this night, Di Xin would have stayed awake all night.

With the strength of the wine, Di Xin, who was still unsatisfied, complained, blaming Nuwa Niangniang for being born on March 15, which swept away her interest.

The next day, while still asleep, Di Xin was woken up by his attendants.

"The king, it's not too early, the civil and military officials have been waiting for a long time, if the king can't afford it again, it's not good to miss the time to give incense to Nuwa Niangniang, if you provoke Nuwa Niangniang to blame, I'm afraid it will be ......."

Before the attendant could finish speaking, Di Xin sat up suddenly, and with a big mouth he pulled out, and when he fell to the ground again, his whole cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes were wide open, and he was already dead of anger.

You must know that Di Xin inherited the throne in his thirties, and during his reign of more than 20 years, he continued to fight against foreign clans and developed a strong killing aura, coupled with his innate divine power and the cultivation realm of refining the gods, this slap with anger even a fellow practitioner can't stand it, not to mention this ordinary attendant who has no practice, this is still Di Xin's subordinates showing mercy, if you use true qi, I am afraid that this attendant's head will burst.

Looking at the dead attendant on the ground, Di Xin also woke up from his sleep, this attendant served Di Xin for half his life, but was killed by mistake, and Di Xin regretted it for a while.

"Hey, it's just that your life is not good, come on, bury him, and his family will give double compensation!" Di Xin commanded.

"No!" someone took the squire's body out and washed the ground of blood.

And Di Xin had already dressed up and washed under the leadership of the new attendant, and was walking towards the main hall.

Di Xin drank a lot of wine last night, and just after he accidentally killed his personal attendant, he was frightened, and at this time he walked from the dormitory to the main hall, and under a bump, the strength of the wine surged again, making Di Xin dizzy.

The attendant hurriedly assisted Di Xin and asked timidly, "The king......"

Di Xin waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter, then looked at a minister in the main hall and asked, "Shang Rong, when will you leave?"

Shang Rong has been in charge of etiquette since the time of Emperor Yizixian, and he is often snubbed because of his outspoken advice.

Seeing that Di Xin looked like he was hangover and didn't wake up, Shang Rong suddenly didn't like it, and said, "The king has been drinking all night again?"

There was no need for Di Xin to answer, Shang Rong said again: "Hey, today is the birthday of the ancient gods and human race Our Lady Nuwa Niangniang, how can the king worship incense like this, the king is the son of heaven, but he doesn't put the etiquette in his heart, how to lead the people!"

Di Xin was in a bad mood, and was counted down by Shang Rong, plus the strength of the wine, he retorted: "Nuwa Niangniang's birthday, this king visits the worship every year, has never been neglected, has never lost the number of courtesies, today this king is just a little bit of last night's wine, if he is blamed by Nuwa Niangniang for this, what is the use of this king's son of heaven, what is the use of this incense visit?"

Hearing this, Shang Rong was even more distressed, and shouted loudly: "Ridiculous words, the king is the son of heaven, how can he say such a nonsense, it is really ......"

Di Xin said impatiently: "Okay, okay, where is there so much nonsense, if you go to Shangxiang, leave now, if you don't go, you will retreat immediately!"

Shang Rong wanted to argue again, someone hurriedly stopped him, whispered a few words of persuasion, Shang Rong gave up, but the eyes that looked at Di Xin were full of disappointment and unwillingness.

Di Xin boarded the chariot, in front, Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu drove the road, civil and military officials accompanied around, a group of people drove out of the south gate, towards the Nuwa Temple outside the city, along the way, only to see every household burning incense to pay homage to Nuwa Niangniang, the scene is quite lively.

The Nuwa Temple outside the city is also very gorgeous, the clay body gold sculpture fairy aura is swirling, and the fragrance is surrounded by fairy music, like a holy realm in the world, even the people of Dixin who have come here to worship dozens of times, every time they come here, they are solemn, and they dare not have the slightest slack.

Di Xin got out of the chariot and led the hundred officials to burn incense and pay homage, and then, Shang Rong held a silk silk and read aloud the deeds of Nuwa Niangniang and some respectful words, all of which were prayers such as how to bless the Shang Kingdom, and after speaking, the silk was lit and burned.

In the society at that time, the value of silk was extremely precious, and the use of silk to write words and burn it shows the respect and importance of the human race for Nuwa Niangniang at that time.

There is a saying that no coincidence is not a book, when the silk is burned, a sudden gust of wind blows, blowing up the curtain in front of the statue of Nuwa, revealing the golden statue of Nuwa Niangniang, which happened to be seen clearly by everyone.

Suddenly, all the ministers lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at the Nuwa Icon, but Di Xin seemed to be in the middle of an evil spirit, staring directly at the Nuwa Icon.

I saw that the statue of Nuwa was vivid, her appearance was as beautiful as life, and although Di Xin, who had not woken up from a hangover, embraced the three palaces and six courtyards, he had never seen such a heavenly and beautiful face, and suddenly his blood and blood surged and his strength attacked again.

Di Xin shouted in a daze: "Get pen and ink!"

At this time, there was no 'paper, pen, ink and inkstone', the four treasures of the study, and the pen and ink had just been circulated in the court, and ordinary people had not even heard of it.

Someone brought the pen and ink, and Di Xin dipped the pen in the ink, thinking about Nuwa Niangniang's face, his heart suddenly rose, and he actually wrote a poem on the courtyard wall of the Nuwa Temple.

Fengluanbao's tent scene is very, full of gold and gold makeup. The distant mountains are flying in emerald color, and the dancing sleeves reflect the glow of the sun.

The pear blossom brings the rain to compete for the beauty, and the peony cage smokes and makes up charming. But he has to be enchanting to move and take back the king of Changle.