Within the palace.
The palace is deep and illuminated by fist-sized luminous pearls.
At this time, under the influence of the green mountains and black water, many aquatic tribes came to rely on them, most of them were clams, shells, shrimps, soldiers and crabs. They quickly selected the best to enrich the palace.
In the main hall, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, the Shinto crown on his body moving.
"There are eight seats in the living room, surrounded by people in front and behind. It really does look a bit like a god!"
He opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.
"Canglang River Uncle is only an uncle-level god. Even if I completely refine its power and gain authority, I can only slightly compete with the immortals with the help of Canglang River's spiritual energy..."
Fang Yuan's goal is to become famous immediately, and even gain the attention of heaven and recruit him.
A little He Bo is far, far away from this goal.
Unless he immediately floods three thousand miles and causes trouble in the world, it is very likely to attract the attention of heaven, but then it will be punished by heaven, or the immortal cultivators will come out to kill the demons.
"Actually, this is also a way. In Journey to the West, didn't Sun Wukong rebel once before he got the position of the Monkey King? When dealing with the court's recruitment, you can't be too soft at the beginning... The opposite is Song Jiang in Water Margin!"
Fang Yuan's thoughts continued in his sea of consciousness.
Of course, if you want to kill people, set fires, and be recruited, the key is to have that strength.
Of course he has his own strength, but the imprint of the inner demon world is too obvious. Once it is displayed, it is no different from committing suicide.
But as Canglang Shuibo, it is simply impossible to do something that would make Heaven angry and unable to suppress it.
"It's better to follow the right path honestly... My merits will be felt by God... Hehe..."
Fang Yuan held an ancient scroll in his hand, which told a past event in the spiritual world.
It is recorded in the books that there was a scholar in the Bamboo Kingdom named Xu Wei. He was a good man who practiced Buddhism for three generations and had a quick mind. Later he passed the exam and became an official. He built a living shrine, and when he died, heaven and earth felt the sensation, and a golden-armored god appeared and conferred upon him the title of City God of the Bamboo Kingdom by heaven's decree.
"Hehe... The ancient books say that Xu Wei's merits moved the heavens and the earth, so he was canonized by the heaven. In fact... this is not right!"
Fang Yuan couldn't help but think of the Kingdom of God in Mengge's world.
In the kingdom of gods, there is a kind of saint.
They may be no different from ordinary believers when they were in the mortal world, but they have understood the most profound principles of the gods and integrated them into their daily lives, every word and every action.
After such a person dies, his soul will automatically be drawn by the Kingdom of God, and he will automatically become the Holy Spirit without having to go to the underworld.
This kind of Holy Spirit is naturally not canonized by gods.
It was their "Tao" that shook the rules of the Kingdom of God, forcing the gods to take over.
The same goes for Xu Wei.
His merits have reached heaven and earth. If heaven does not confer him a title, it would be a "loss of virtue" and he would have given up a lot of power in vain.
Therefore, many things, which appear to be open and aboveboard, actually contain countless compromises and struggles.
At this time, what Fang Yuan wanted to do was roughly the same as Xu Wei.
He must perform certain feats to the point where Heaven has no choice but to recognize him and even elevate him to a divine status!
"Although the heaven must be canonized, once such a stupid young man is promoted, he will inevitably squeeze out other people's resources and positions. How can he be welcomed?"
"Look at Xu Wei, who has always been sitting on the bench as the City God of the Bamboo Kingdom, and later died, you can see it!"
"If I am recruited into the heaven, I must polish it well... The most suitable place is the battlefield of inner demons!"
No matter what the organizational force is, it is a tradition for the old to suppress newcomers.
Of course, this kind of suppression does not necessarily have to be expressed, and can take many forms.
According to his estimate, if a new god in heaven has no backing and cannot be a god, there is a high possibility that he will be assigned to a god, and he will have to call it polishing.
This is Fang Yuan's plan. Although it is simple, it is very feasible.
As long as your identity is not exposed, you can definitely go to the inner demon battlefield.
"Come to think of it... This time I succeed Canglang Hebo and I have a feud with the Lingfei Sword Sect. There will definitely be trouble in the future!"
"The Lingfei Sword Sect is one of the seventy-two immortal sects. There are several ancestors of the heavenly immortals sitting in the sect, and their power is very important. Of course... I will not be afraid of them!"
Fang Yuan pondered for a moment and clapped his hands.
Qingshan and Heishui walked in side by side and saluted respectfully: "I have met my lord... Our Shui Mansion's shrimp soldiers and crab generals have been recruited and organized into an army. There are five thousand in number, and they can be used at any time!"
"After the Lord ascended to the throne of God, there was an endless stream of congratulatory messages around him, and many gods sent gifts, which have been recorded and stored in the warehouse one by one! We all announced to the outside world that the Lord needs to retreat for a period of time to stabilize the situation. Divine power…”
Qingshan said in report.
Ascending to the divine throne is a big event, and nearby cultivators and other gods must congratulate them one by one.
It is also reasonable to hold a banquet to celebrate.
However, these were all rejected by Fang Yuan in the name of seclusion.
He has great ambitions, but how can he still have the time to care about these mundane things
"You can take care of these little things for me... Let me see the guest names..."
Fang Yuan took a stack of famous cards and flipped through them casually.
This kind of Shinto famous calligraphy is naturally different from other places. With the gentle caress of the fingers, a breath that is either deep and vast or carefree and invisible emerges and comes to life.
"Well... among these people, there are only two or three that need special attention. We will have a small banquet later and just treat them."
Fang Yuan flicked his fingers, and suddenly, with a movement of his brows, he pulled out a famous card: "The mountain god of Huoshan also came to congratulate me... This god is related to another chance in Mingyu Jun's memory. You can use this as an excuse. Go visit one or two.”
…
While Fang Yuan was thinking about it, Lingfei Sword Sect, the mountain gate was located.
"The natal sword of Wansan Sword is shattered, and both body and soul are destroyed..."
"He was the swordsman of our sect, and he was actually killed. This was a provocation to our sect. We must take revenge, otherwise how can we lose face?"
Several swordsmen who looked like elders were talking about it, and then looked at the headmaster in the middle.
"Wan Sanjian is a disciple of our sect. He died at the hands of outsiders. Naturally, we must seek justice for him!"
The headmaster of the Lingfei Sword Sect looks middle-aged, wearing green clothes, with a strong bookish aura, and three long beards fluttering in the wind. He looks quite good: "I sent people, and they have already returned from the investigation! Kong Luo!"
He summoned, and a young man carrying a sword entered the hall and knelt on his knees: "Disciple Kong Luo, I have met the Supreme Leader, elders..."
"That's it!"
The headmaster said: "Tell me everything about Wan Sanjian's death. Don't worry about anything..."
"yes!"
Kong Luo calmed down: "A few days ago, I received a message from the headmaster Feijian, and immediately went to the area where Junior Brother Wan had traveled before. Through the breath of the broken sword card, I found it near Longmen of the Canglang River... There, apparently something happened After the fight and the traces of the explosion of the demon's Yin thunder, I investigated in many ways and even searched the souls of several monsters, and finally found out what happened that day, and the cause was the appearance of a god!"
"God's position?"
Several white-haired elders, Shouyuan looked at them as elders, and his eyes lit up: "What level are they?"
"Once these heaven and earth gods are refined, they can use the spiritual energy in the legal domain, which is even more extraordinary..."
Each of them has a short lifespan, and they look down on the small officials and officials in the Shinto. When they heard the news this time, their eyes were a little blood red.
"Even if it is just a child-level god, created by heaven and earth, it is much better than a humane seal. If we take it, we can extend our life immediately..."
"Reporting to all elders..."
In the eyes of many wolf-like eyes, Kong Luo could only bite the bullet and answer one by one: "Ordinary spirits don't know what the god's position is. It was only later that news came out, and the disciples found out that it was the god of Shui Bo of the Canglang River. The bit is born!”
"Tsk tsk! It turns out to be Uncle Shui!"
Several elders exclaimed: "The Canglang River is rich in water and vapor. Within the scope of the gods' legal domain, I am afraid it can compete with the gods!"
"Although in the end, this god must have been defeated, it is still amazing."
"First look at the rank of the god, and secondly look at the scope of the domain. The Shui Bo of the Canglang River must be of the Bo level. The scope is vast. We are afraid that there is no hope..."
These elders are all of the Earth Immortal level and have vicious eyes.
Knowing that it would be okay if the divine throne had not been refined, entering the opponent's legal domain rashly at this time was not much different from seeking death.
"This god is in trouble. If we want to be foolproof, we still have to ask the Celestial Ancestor to take action!"
In the Lingfei Sword Sect, the supreme leader and elders are all earthly immortals, and there are also a few heavenly immortals, but they are all unable to practice in seclusion and will not appear at all until the critical moment.
"It seems that your calculations have been settled!"
The middle-aged headmaster nodded: "In this case... I will ask my uncle to take action once!"
After he left, several elders looked at each other with a mysterious color in their eyes: "No wonder the headmaster is anxious. After all, the Wansanjian, but people in his line will have a good chance of becoming true direct descendants in the future. Competition The person in charge..."
At this time, the emotions of these opponents were also very complicated. They not only hoped to boost the prestige of Lingfei Sword Sect, but also hoped that the headmaster would suffer a severe loss this time.
"Master-uncle!"
The middle-aged headmaster didn't think so much.
With a serious expression on his face, he came to a sword valley in the mountain behind the sect and knelt down suddenly.
"Idiot..."
With a faint sigh, an old man in white walked out slowly, smelling like a saint: "What are you hesitating about?"
"Uncle Master... the strange appearance of the gods may be the seeds cultivated by heaven... "
The headmaster said hesitantly.
"Even so, so what?"
The old man in white smiled proudly: "Anyone who blocks my way will be killed! If you restrain your hands and feet because of scruples, it will go against the original intention of our sect's swordsmanship! Canglang Hebo? Hehe... This is an uncle-level god, wait for me to go Take it and increase the sect’s heritage.”