On March 15, 1068 BC, Nuwa Palace in Lishan.
It was just after noon, and a wisp of incense was lingering in the hall, and a cold wind was slowly blowing in from outside the hall, blowing the lights all over the hall to flicker on and off. In the gauze tent, the white jade statue of Nuwa has a hazy figure, and on the mural behind her, the ink of the poem is still wet, obviously it was inscribed not long ago.
The two servants lowered their heads to clean the main hall, and suddenly there was a "gudong" sound, and there was a sound of heavy objects falling in the room dedicated to the Nuwa Empress, and they looked up at each other in shock.
A servant asked, "What's the sound?"
The other person was also at a loss, thinking and thinking, without saying a word, carefully pointed to the statue wrapped in a light sarong.
The servant who asked first said: "Your Majesty has just left, and all the officials have retreated. Did Empress Nuwa show her spirit?" The man groaned, and the expressions of the two servants changed drastically. They hurriedly dropped their brooms and ran to the outside of the hall, shouting, "Nuwa Empress has appeared!"
A moment later the two servants brought in a servant. The servant took a closer look and saw that there was a figure in the tent. He was shocked and asked in a low voice, "Did someone go in after the king returned to the palace?"
"No." A servant shook his head violently and replied. The servant took a step forward, feeling uneasy, not knowing how to speak, but the figure in the tent let out a sigh of relief first. It seems like a splitting headache.
"What time is it?"
It was a man's voice, not Empress Nuwa's holiness, the attendant heaved a sigh of relief, and replied, "It's past noon, who is the great immortal?"
"What year, month, day?" The man asked without answering.
The servant was puzzled, and replied: "The seventh year of Emperor Xin, the fifteenth day of the third month. Where does the title of Great Immortal come from?"
I just heard the man say, "Hao Ran. Now it's Yin Shang's world, um... It seems that I was thrown into the Conferred Gods Battlefield." After speaking, he lifted the gauze curtain and walked out staggeringly.
At that time, it was spread among the people in Kunlun Mountains that there were many immortals in Jin'ao Island, and it is not known which Taoist priests fell in the Nuwa Palace. Therefore, the servant guessed that it was just that he had never heard of the immortal way named "Hao Ran".
The servant bowed respectfully and looked at the man's face. "True Lord Haoran, Your Majesty came to Nuwa Palace to offer incense in the morning..."
Hao Ran interrupted the servant, and asked again, "Was that poem inscribed earlier?" He simply sat by the altar, and looked at the inscribed poem on the mural together with the servant. He said, "But if you have to be enchanting and able to act, marry back to Changle to serve the king. King Zhou's appetite is not small."
The servant sighed and said: "I hope Empress Nuwa is not guilty. Is Zhenjun going back to the mountain, or going to Chaoge?"
Haoran rubbed his shoulders, and replied, "I went to Chaoge, I was unlucky to get home. First, I was thrown to the battlefield, and a good Xuanyuan sword was broken in two, and was thrown here by the Yellow Emperor as a sandwich cake."
The servants and servants couldn't understand what he said, so they could only watch the immortal of unknown origin leave the hall, muttering and speculating secretly.
Haoran stepped out of the Nuwa Palace in Lishan, took a deep breath of the air from more than 4,000 years ago, felt refreshed, and immediately yelled loudly towards the vast green field.
"Emperor Heaven and Empress Dowager, Haoran is ordered by Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Huangdi Xuanyuan to search for the Five Void Artifacts. I hope that the gods and gods will make it easy for me to return as soon as possible to save the descendants of the common people!"
The echo echoed endlessly in the wilderness, and the dark wind and mist seemed to respond, enveloping the Nuwa Palace layer by layer. Haoran didn't look back, and went straight down the mountain.
In the seventh year of Emperor Xin, the princes and princes in the mainland of China, and the common people did not know it. A traveler from four thousand years later walked out of Mount Li. Behind him, Nu Wa came back from the banquet and found that King Zhou wrote a poem blasphemy. In a fit of rage, he sacrificed the golden gourd, a super magic weapon, summoned monsters from all directions, and pointed out fox spirits, jade pipa spirits, and pheasant spirits, and used them to confuse the last emperor of the Shangtang Dynasty, overthrowing the country and ruining life. This is the beginning of the sonata involving the five worlds of immortals, dao, demons, gods, and humans.
At this time, Daji had just entered the palace, and Jiang Ziya had just left Kunlun Mountain. Haoran briefly judged the situation, in troubled times, he must first find someone who can help him. Which side should I vote for in the Conferred God War, the Western Zhou Dynasty, or the Yin and Shang Dynasties
Haoran still clearly remembers the old man’s repeated warnings before departure: Do not change history at will, and inadvertent changes may lead to catastrophe. Then, there is no other way but to surrender to Jiang Ziya.
A few days later, I arrived at the capital city of Yin and Shang along the road. Chaoge was bustling with people, and there was a peaceful scene. Standing on the inside of the city wall, Haoran watched the people of Chaoge come and go, thinking that a few years later, the peaceful and prosperous age would be ruined by a fox. At that time, the people in this city will be displaced again. In the Battle of Muye, 40,000 people were driven onto the battlefield, no different from livestock. Can't help but sigh in my heart.
Haoran asked along the way, and according to historical facts, there was an old fortune-teller with gray beard and eyebrows, but there was no Chaoge family, so he couldn't help wondering, could it be that Jiang Ziya hadn't arrived at Chaoge at this time, or hadn't left Kunlun yet
After looking at fortune-telling stalls all over the city, Haoran had no choice but to find an inn and squat down. When he was wandering, the heavy rain fell, and he was drowned.
"This little brother, come in to tell your fortune?" said a person in the inn.
Haoran turned his head to look, and saw a small stall in the corner of the inn, with Taiji banners hanging in front of the stall, but a young boy about sixteen or seventeen years old was sitting behind the table, his eyes were full of childishness, probably younger than himself How old are you.
The young man stood in the cold in front of the stall, apparently there was no business in the rainy day, he greeted Haoran and said: "Brother, looking for someone, looking for something? Come here."
Haoran's heart moved, and he just took this opportunity to hide from the rain, so he went into the inn, sat in front of the fortune-telling booth and said, "My name is Haoran, what's the name of the little gentleman?"
The young man casually took the yarrow tube, took the tortoise shell, put it in front of Haoran, and replied: "Yo, brother Dao is also from the Xian family, not from the Kunlun lineage? My younger brother is Jiang Shang."
"..."
"Brother Dao?" Jiang Shang hurriedly pushed the table away, and pulled up Haoran who was unconscious on the ground with his hands and feet, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong, Brother Dao?"
It took Haoran a while to recover his breath, he broke through the iron shoes and found nowhere to go, and it took no effort to get here, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and asked: "Your Taoist name is Feixiong, and the name is Ziya..."
Jiang Shang hurriedly nodded and returned to his seat, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, how does Brother Dao know?"
Haoran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Jiang Ziya was actually a boy in his teens, which was too shocking, he asked again: "How old are you this year?"
Jiang Ziya came to his senses, and said: "My little brother is eighty-two years old. The cultivators in Kunlun are younger than all these ordinary people." After speaking, he showed two harmless little canine teeth and smiled at him.
Haoran thought to himself, it's not just "a little younger", the history books only record that Jiang Ziya is over eighty years old, but he didn't describe his appearance at all.
Jiang Shang asked curiously again: "Brother Haoran cultivated the Zhengyuan Heaven and Earth True Qi? This is Sanqing's secret technique, which fairy elder did he follow?"
Haoran knew that Jiang Shang had sensed it when he pulled him up earlier, so he didn't hide it immediately, and said: "No, I don't know how to use the immortal family skills, and I don't have a teacher. I was born with true energy." Then he remembered the history records , Jiang Ziya's divination was very effective, so he stopped being polite, took a few yarrow roots, and said, "I went to Chaoge to find five 'Void Artifacts' scattered all over the place in ancient times."
Jiang Shang was startled, sat up straight, and asked: "What is that?" Haoran was choked to the ground by the words again. Jiang Shang took the yarrow that he had picked up, and immediately made careful calculations for Haoran.
While waiting, Haoran laughed at himself and said, "I have nothing to do with Kunlun Mountain or Jin'ao Island. The only use of righteousness in my body is to repair the damaged body. rely on you." The listeners nodded frequently, amazed.
Hao Ran stared at Jiang Shang, and saw Jiang Shang's immature and hesitant face, no matter what, he couldn't associate the young man in front of him with the world-famous Tai Gong Wang.
Jiang Shang took a lot of time to calculate, and after a while, he looked up happily as if he had glimpsed something.
"Have a clue?" Hao Ran couldn't help asking.
Jiang Shangru relieved his burden and said, "The 'bell', the first of the five treasures mentioned by brother Haoran, has a lot to do with the god you came here."
Haoran replied: "That's right, it's the Eastern Emperor Bell. Have you figured out where it is?"
Jiang Shang shook his head in embarrassment, Haoran was disappointed, but still comforted him: "It's not easy to get his name out."
Jiang Shang looked at Haoran and said, "I only pushed out two pieces, and my mind is no longer capable. The Eastern Emperor's bell is indistinct, and it is uncertain. The 'sword' appears to be broken, and it was once divided into two."
Haoran was overjoyed, and quickly replied, "Yes, the Xuanyuan sword was broken into two pieces during the battle for the deer. The Yellow Emperor handed down my... Xuanyuan's two broken swords to the present, which is the biggest trouble for me."
Jiang Shang said again: "But the hexagram says that the righteous god has the power to reach the sky, and he has already restored it to its original state."
Haoran was immediately agitated. He was worried that the Xuanyuan sword would be broken in two. Even if he found it, he would have to spend a lot of time to repair it. Unexpectedly, the Xuanyuan sword had already been connected, saving a lot of effort. This is really good news. Jiang Shang pondered for a moment, then looked at the sky outside the inn with a little fear.
Hao Ran frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Shang shook his head and replied: "I don't know if the solution is correct, Xuanyuan Sword is here..."
Haoran took a deep breath, fully aware of the danger, and when he was about to stop Jiang Shang, the latter ignored the thunder rolling in the sky, and said first, "It's in the land of ninety-five real dragons."
As soon as the words fell, thunder exploded, Wanjun's thunderbolt exploded above the inn, and amidst the thunder of Wa Ke, Hao Ran jumped up in surprise, protected Jiang Shang, and rolled under the table together.
Fortunately, Jiang Ziya turned a corner when criticizing the hexagrams, and disappeared after the roar of the thunder, Haoran only felt his heart beating wildly. After confirming that nothing happened, Fang and Jiang Shang crawled out from under the table, and they looked at each other. Just about to say something, a burst of laughter sounded like silver bells outside the inn.
"I thought I closed the stall today, so I was pushing and shoving under the table, practicing this pair of immortal cultivation skills." The laughter came from a newly mourned woman in full body, Jiang Ziya patted the dust on her clothes awkwardly, and straightened her square hat Sitting on the hand of the table, he looked at the widow seriously. I was taken aback again.
The woman's appearance is absolutely beautiful, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. Immediately, Yingying walked in swiftly, followed by many good disciples, and the beauty inn was packed to the brim in an instant.
Jiang Shang looked at the woman with both eyes, and he refused to move away for a long time, and the onlookers all snickered. Only Haoran and Ziya know in their hearts that this woman is a demon.
The widow hesitated for a moment, unable to see Haoran's background, she sat lightly on the other side of the table opposite him, not getting close to the man, and turned to Jiang Shang and said: "I heard that the Taoist leader is straight to the point, can you have a word with the slave family? "
It is said that Nuwa selected Xuanyuanfen's fox spirit, pipa spirit, and pheasant spirit from among the thousands of demons. The fox spirit had already possessed the daughter of Jizhou Hou Suhu, Su Daji, and took her soul. After a few days, she gained a firm foothold. Taking advantage of King Zhou's opportunity to choose a concubine, he entered the palace. The pipa spirit Wang Guiren came to visit his sisters in a demon cloud. When he returned to Xuanyuan's tomb, he saw thunder in the sky, so he had to press the cloud head to avoid it first.
However, when Wang Guiren looked into the inn, she felt that Haoran's body was full of righteousness, and the vitality of the world was mighty, which made her feel comfortable and warm, and she wanted to make a sound, her heart itched unbearably. Seeing Haoran's high eyebrows and tall and slender figure, he is really a rare handsome man, Wang Guiren walked in so gracefully. Thinking in my heart, I want to try to suck up the essence of this man.
Haoran didn't know that he had turned into a golden and fragrant roast chicken in her eyes. He suddenly remembered the legend that Wang Guiren was beaten back to his original form by Jiang Ziya, and he immediately got into trouble. According to historical records, Jiang Ziya captured Wang Guiren, and then entered the palace together. Pipa Jing was beaten back to its original form in front of King Zhou, and just took this opportunity to sneak into the palace.
Jiang Shang kept his composure, and moved the yarrow tube aside, Wang Guiren felt empty, and said coquettishly, "Little Daoist, tell me a fortune teller?" He said it was time to pick up tortoise shells, but Haoran took them all away. There was only one inkstone left on the table, and it was hard to touch the inkstone full of ink, so Wang Guiren stopped awkwardly in mid-air with a pure white jade hand, neither to accept nor to take.
Jiang Shang said coldly, "Since we have no predestined relationship with yarrow and tortoise shell, let's look at palmistry."
The onlookers booed one after another, but Jiang Shang just ignored him, took Wang Guiren's soft and boneless palm with one hand, turned his face over, and sighed, "You are surrounded by death and dignified, which is not the image of Fulu."
"The little girl just died of her husband." Wang Guiren's heart was not on Ziya, but he turned to Haoran and said, "There is naturally a lot of resentment around me."
Hao Ran sneered and said, "I'm afraid it might not be possible."
"There are bad people, and there are good monsters." Jiang Shang said again: "If you're a good monster, it's okay to let you go, brother Haoran?" Immediately, he grabbed Wang Guiren's veins with his backhand, and Pipa Jing didn't resist, and let out a coquettish cry. "What is the purpose of the Taoist priest holding his hand like this?" He pretended to struggle.
Haoran knew well that Jiang Shang didn't know that Nuwa sent three demons to disrupt the court, and he only thought that Wang Guiren was a passing demon, and the people around him whispered. Haoran sneered again: "I'm afraid it's because you cannibalize people and eat too much, Pipa Jing."
The identities of Wang Guiren and Jiang Shang changed at the same time, the fake struggle turned into real struggle, and the fake capture became real capture. Wang Guiren didn't expect this person to be so clear about his origin, so he hurriedly stood up, wanting to pull away. He retreated, but was helplessly caught by Jiang Shang with one hand, unable to escape.
Speaking of Xuanyuan Tomb, Haoran suddenly had a thought, and immediately indicated with his eyes that Jiang Shang should do something. The latter only held Wang Guiren's hand, feeling uneasy. The crowd around the audience shouted loudly.
Haoran tried to convey the meaning with his lips to no avail, so he could only say, "Bring her back to her original form, quickly!"
"I... wait, let me think about it... don't worry, don't worry..." Jiang Shang's words were no less than a thunderbolt that knocked Haoran over, only to see Wang Guiren raised his eyebrows, and shouted loudly, "Little pervert! Let go Excuse me!" Then he wrestled with Jiang Ziya.
For a while, the onlookers in the inn had already rushed up, trying to pull Jiang Shang and the beautiful widow away, but Jiang Shang was not on Jiang Shang's hands to persuade him, where are you asking
Naturally, it was hugging the waist, grabbing the chest, grabbing the neck, touching the neck, pulling Wang Guiren's clothes messy, pink shoulders half exposed, happy, panting, the first time since he became a semen that he was raped. Stripped of his clothes, he was stretched into his bosom by calloused old hands several times, pinching and pinching, the life of Wang Guiren was restrained, there was nothing he could do, and a group of porters, Asan, took advantage of him.
With a sound of "stabbing", someone in a hurry tore off half of Wang Guiren's white skirt by taking advantage of the siege, and the divination turned into a farce. His hand was trembling, wanting to loosen but not easy to loosen, Haoran finally couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up something, which was the only remaining inkstone on the table, and smashed it hard at Wang Guiren Tianling's head and brain. shouted:
"Your Majesty Wang! Your mother told you to go back to Xuanyuan Tomb for dinner!"
In an instant, the inn fell silent. Those who didn't touch enough rushed out in a swarm, shouting as they ran, "The fortune-teller beat you to death!!"