There were too many problems with the Shang Dynasty.
Three years later, Li Jing acknowledged his father.
Li Changshou's main body sat in front of the Pill Chamber. He waved a fan in his hand and was dressed in a loose and soft robe.
Although he still looked like a young and handsome man in his twenties, he gave off the feeling of an old man who lived like a horse or something.
He adapted to retirement in advance.
After Ling 'e entered the Gold God realm, she gradually went into seclusion.
She originally wanted to casually become a Gold God and be able to accompany her senior brother for a long time in the future. At that moment, she was troubled by too many cultivation insights.
It was always good to be a little stronger, and cultivation itself, especially in a state of constant breakthroughs, was also a joyful thing.
Um …
Ling Zhuzi, who had been locked by the Heavenly Dao previously, was really miserable.
In the past three years, Li Changshou's main body had not walked out of the Xiao Qiong Mount.
The paper effigies were also moving in the dark. Apart from occasionally appearing in the Celestial Court to stabilize the morale of the Celestial Court, they had been keeping a low profile.
He was also afraid that someone would pretend to be his father again.
The world seemed to have passed the great calamity and became rather peaceful.
The battle in the Middle Continent gradually came to an end. Thirty percent of the Immortal Sects had been destroyed, and more than half of the immortals had been killed.
It was indeed a powerful blow to the overall strength of the human race.
During the hundreds of years of the battle in the Middle Continent, the Celestial Court had won over a large number of Itinerant Immortal experts. The average strength of the Heavenly Generals had been increasing.
Although Li Changshou, the planner of the Celestial Court, did not do too many specific matters, those were all part of the plan that he had set. He was naturally the main contributor.
At that moment, the Celestial Court had formed a complete cultivation system for the Heavenly Soldiers. The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals could maintain their vitality and combat strength by advancing, recruiting at fixed intervals, and recruiting experts.
What they lacked was the positions of the righteous gods.
When the God-Conferment Tribulation ended, a huge figure that surpassed the peak of the Saints would stand above the Nine Heavens.
The Saints retreated and the immortals were afraid. The Heavenly rules that extended from them would become the rules of the immortals and the rules of living beings.
The disciples of the Western Sect, who had long been sealed by Li Changshou, were purely ashes. There were no names on the God roll, and there was not a single remnant soul on the golden pillar of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
The early plans were being realized one after another.
Of course, some of them were in ways that even Li Changshou couldn't imagine …
For example, Wen Jing.
The Western Sect had completely sealed the spiritual mountain and stopped their activities. However, that did not mean that Li Changshou had cut off the source of information about the Western Sect.
In the past three years, his paper effigy had met with Wenjing Daoren's Blood Mosquitoes. In order to stabilize Wenjing Daoren, Li Changshou had no choice but to hide the matter regarding the Great Daoist Master and Kong Xuan. He only made some psychological preparations for Wenjing Daoren.
"The Great Daoist Master seems to have a good relationship with a fellow Daoist previously. They seem to have developed recently."
What puzzled Li Changshou was that Wenjing Daoren …
His reaction was rather strange.
At that time, Wen Jing wiped the corners of her mouth and asked how strong that person was. Li Changshou said that his strength was on the same level as the Eldest Senior Brother of the Three Sects. Wenjing Daoren was actually worried.
She actually began to worry about whether she was qualified to integrate into the Great Daoist Master's Dao companion circle in the future.
Li Changshou was rendered speechless.
Is this the world of the strong?
Regarding that, Li Changshou could only recite the sutras silently. He wished the Great Daoist Master's safety, Kong Xuan's safety, and Wen Jing's safety.
When Wenjing Daoren mentioned the current situation of the spiritual mountain, she repeatedly praised Lord Taibai Jinxing for being ruthless and ruthless.
Today, the spiritual mountain was already desolate. More than half of the personal disciples of the Saint who were originally hiding had died. It was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the Western Sect.
The personal disciples of the Saint could no longer hide in the dark. They were sent to the trichiliocosm by Saint Zhun Ti to manage the affairs of the Burning Incense Divine Kingdom.
The Burning Incense Divine Kingdom was a stable source of merit for the Western Sect. They naturally did not want to give up.
However, during the battle on the spiritual mountain previously, the direct combat power of the spiritual mountain had been damaged too much. Ninety percent of the experts that had been transferred back from the Three Thousand Divine Kingdoms had been killed, causing many Burning Incense Divine Kingdoms to be rather empty.
After the battle on the spiritual mountain, the Heaven Ascension Hall and the Immortal Alliance declared war on the Burning Incense Divine Kingdom. That also gave the Western Sect a huge pressure.
Now, the Western Sect had placed its focus, or rather, its last thoughts, on the trichiliocosm. There was only an empty spiritual mountain left in the five continents.
What Li Changshou was most concerned about was whether the Western Saints had vented their anger on Wenjing Daoren during the battle.
Wenjing Daoren chuckled and said in embarrassment that she was in an awkward situation.
How did I become the Deputy Hierarch of the Western Sect? Tsk, tsk.
Li Changshou was rendered speechless.
What?
How could that be?
Li Changshou could not help but wonder if he had promised her too much, but what he could have given was not enough.
Now, he could only hope that the Great Daoist Master had enough charm to make Wen Jing fall in love with him and suck a mouthful of the Gold Lotus at the crucial moment.
Previously, during the battle on the spiritual mountain, Li Changshou had wanted Wen Jing to obtain a Gold Lotus.
However, firstly, his teacher did not give him any information.
Secondly, Wen Jing had been ordered to lead the Primordial Beasts and the ancient demonic beasts to hide underground. She could not enter the depths of the spiritual mountain and touch the lotus flower.
However, at that moment, Wenjing Daoren had become the Deputy Hierarch of the Western Sect. The spiritual mountain was extremely empty.
Next, as long as the two Saints left home, there would be a real opportunity.
Wenjing Daoren's hidden pawn was about to surface.
Li Changshou encouraged her and told her to wait at the spiritual mountain in peace. He also emphasized that when the time was right, his teacher would give the order and tell her not to worry.
At this point, Wen Jing had already understood her "mission".
After all, there were not many targets left that needed her to continue hiding in the Western Sect.
Indeed, the Taiqing Master wanted to kill the Saint. He wanted her to hide in the deepest part of the spiritual mountain and wait for the Taiqing Master to severely injure a Saint of the Western Sect. She would then attack …
The blood of a Saint!
Wenjing Daoren's Dao heart heated up. She agreed to Li Changshou's instructions.
His enthusiasm made Li Changshou feel a little embarrassed.
He had become the Deputy Hierarch as a spy. Excluding the personal disciples of the Saints like Jia Ye and Maitreya, he was already equivalent to the third seat of the spiritual mountain …
There was no one else.
From a certain perspective, the Western Sect was rather miserable.
However, he could not blame his teacher for being ruthless. After all, the Western Sect was the one who attacked first. They secretly schemed against the Three Sects of the Dao Sect and thought that the Taiqing Saint would not be able to detect it.
He was just deceiving himself.
However, the Western Sect would still prosper.
At that moment, according to Li Changshou's understanding, if not for his teacher's scheme to transform into a Buddha, the Saint of the Western Sect would have obtained the "Heavenly Mandate" at some point in time and established the Mahayana Buddhist Sect. He would modify the teachings of the Western Sect and begin the path of prosperity.
If there was a way to suppress the prosperity of the Western Sect, his teacher would not have used the method of "snatching its name, destiny, and teachings".
The souls of the Saint's sects were actually their own teachings.
Even if he succeeded in transforming into a Buddha, what he preached to the world was no longer the teachings of the Three Sects of the Dao Sect, but the teachings of the Buddha. It was just that he had changed a group of people who were in charge of the teachings.
"Ah …"
In the end, the world was still following the will of the Heavenly Dao and not the will of all living beings.
Li Changshou squinted and used a wisp of immortal power to make the reclining chair sway gently. He was happy and carefree.
He had not been idle in the past three years. According to the plan, he had entered the interior of the mortal royal authority. The entire process was relatively simple and did not take much effort.
Of course, Li Changshou did not use his Dharma powers, nor would he control the minds of mortals.
He had only used a little scheme to find an insignificant task for himself in the Great Yin City.
It was not worth mentioning.
"Lord …"
Li Changshou's attention landed on the 'Official' paper effigy. He opened his eyes in a courtyard in the Shang Nation's Great Yin City and stood up from behind his desk.
Li Changshou pulled open the wooden door of the study, and some bright sunlight shone down. He took the opportunity to stretch his back and perk up.
His paper effigy looked middle-aged. He had grayish-white hair and a thin figure. He looked like an immortal.
A servant in front of him knelt down and reported that it was time for the meeting in the Grand Palace. The carriage had already been prepared in the residence.
"Got it."
Li Changshou placed his hands behind his back and walked out of the residence. Soon, he sat on his exclusive wide ox cart and swayed towards the continuous palace.
On the way, there were many similar ox carts. They were all ministers who were rushing to the daily meetings.
To say something that made the Jade Emperor sad, Li Changshou had only been in this position for half a year. The number of times he had attended court sessions with the Human Emperor was almost the total number of times he had attended court sessions with the Celestial Court.
That was because Li Changshou had not become a court official in the past two and a half years.
That place was already the center of the Shang Nation's power. It was filled with singing and dancing, and there was no filth or unbearable in the mortal world.
However, when he scanned his surroundings with his immortal senses, he could see that the Shang Nation was filled with nobles and people oppressing the slaves.
There were too many slaves in the Shang Nation.
In most contexts, slaves were a class. They did not deserve to have names and did not have any guarantees. They were the main laborers in the Shang Nation's system.
They were the playthings of the nobles and even funerals. There was no way for them to rise. Even if they were beautiful and handsome, they were just playthings. They could not be recognized by the merchants.
The atmosphere of the Shang Nation was rather open. Many slaves began to lead a drunken life, squandering their youth, and ending their lives early.
However, the rich products of the Primordial World and the vast land of the South Continent allowed the Shang Nation to barely support a huge number of slaves.
Now, the huge number of slaves had become a huge hidden danger.
The main source of slaves was the prisoners of war captured when the Shang Nation expanded back then. The Shang Nation did not prohibit slaves from marrying and having children. This led to the awkward situation where the number of merchants was exceeded by the number of slaves.
These problems …
Li Changshou just took a look and did not want to bother.
Let everything develop its own history.
Anyway, he had already confirmed through many methods that the Primordial World did not have any direct connection with his hometown, the Blue Planet.
After entering the palace gate, the shaking of the ox cart immediately became much lighter. There were no tracks left on the flat and solid ground.
Soon, the ox cart stopped in front of a hall. A guard pulled open the curtain. Li Changshou moved out of the carriage and revealed a warm smile. He exchanged a few pleasantries with the ministers of the Shang Nation who got off at the same time.
"The Grand Chancellor is in good spirits."
"Ah, Lin Ciyin's court attire is quite beautiful."
"General Wang, when did you change your armor? It's really impressive. "
Not long after, a group of ministers gathered around Li Changshou. They chatted and laughed as they ascended the steps in front of the hall.
When he arrived in front of the hall, Li Changshou raised his eyebrows and looked at the empty hall. He bowed to the ministers who were on good terms with him and walked towards a corner of the hall.
There were a few younger officials there. They were tidying up the stone slabs, turtle shells, and bamboo slips in front of them. Later, they would be in charge of recording the contents of the meeting in the hall.
The turtle shell was not used to engrave words. Its function was slightly complicated.
There were men and women among the officials. They were dressed in uniform and slightly complicated official robes. Their ranks were not low.
One of them had a square face and a dignified appearance. His eyebrows were filled with righteousness. There was a mark on his forehead, and it was the faint outline of a vertical eye.
Just by sitting there cross-legged, he had a natural aura. The other officials were suppressed by him. It could not be seen that this was the first time he had been sent to record the King's Words.
That person was rather confident, as if he was not afraid or respectful of his surroundings. There was a sharpness in his bones.
Who else could it be but Wen Zhong?
At that moment, Wen Zhong also noticed the minister walking towards him. He sat there and lowered his head to wait, pretending that he did not see him.
His current progress was already ahead of the other immortals who had listened to Uncle-Master Taibai's lecture that day.
What's so difficult about being an official in the mortal world?
If I display my ability and reveal my talent that mortals care about, wouldn't I have already arrived at the Shang King's side?
Although he was sent to be a scribe in rotation, he could come twice a month.
However, in comparison, the third-generation disciples that Chan School had sent out were still wandering around everywhere, as well as Senior Sister Huoling, who was currently guarding the camp of the Great Yin City as a fire burner.
He, Wen Zhong, was the most promising immortal in the Great Yin City!
According to this momentum, in less than ten years, he would be able to become a ranked official. In twenty years, he would be able to become a member of the court. In thirty years, he would be able to become the most important minister of the Shang Nation!
At that time, wouldn't it be easy for him to deal with the calamity?
"Ahem!"
Why is this minister coughing? He should be looking for someone else.
These officials came from different departments. He was a pure administrative official, and the two women next to him came from the Department of Divination. They were a group of mortal women without any cultivation, but they claimed to be able to communicate with the heavens and the earth and their ancestors.
It was quite funny.
As for the other two men, one was from the emissary's side, and the other was his "follower".
Their main mission was to …
"Ahem! Ahem! "
Why is this minister coughing? Did he choke during breakfast? Why is he standing in front of me?
"Disciple-Nephew Wen Zhong, you're doing well."
Wen Zhong was shocked. He abruptly raised his head and glared at the minister in luxurious clothes in front of him. He looked at the faint smile at the corner of the other party's mouth and felt the Dao rhyme that he would never forget appearing in the bottom of his heart, as well as the slightly teasing voice transmission!
"Master!"
"You guys, buck up." Li Changshou calmly interrupted Wen Zhong and shook his head secretly.
Wen Zhong, this child, is still not mature enough.
Apart from Wen Zhong, the four male and female officials stood up and bowed to Li Changshou.
"Lord Emissary."
Big!
Wen Zhong opened his mouth and was speechless. He was reminded by the gesture beside him and immediately stood up.
Li Changshou smiled and reminded, "I saw that you guys have new faces. I'm here to remind you not to forget or make mistakes later. The format of the documents has to be unified."
"Yes!" Wen Zhong replied firmly. The corners of his mouth twitched.
Uncle-Master Taibai was really everywhere.
When Li Changshou walked back to the ministers, Wen Zhong heard a few whispers beside him, and his heart twitched.
In three years, he went from a famous scholar in the Great Yin City to the six ministers of the Shang Nation. He was deeply appreciated by the Shang King Wending.
Was this the strength of Uncle-Master Taibai?
Wen Zhong sighed in his heart.
As expected, he still had a long way to go.
…
Jade Palace, Waterfall Pavilion.
Guang Chengzi stood in front of a painting with his hands behind his back. The painting showed the bird's-eye view of Da Yin City.
He did not speak for a long time, making the middle-aged and young Daoists standing behind him feel a little uneasy.
"How long does the current Shang King have left to live?"
When Guangchengzi suddenly asked that question, a middle-aged Daoist immediately answered.
"Looking at his luck, he has about six years left."
"Six years. Who will be the next King of Shang? Is it settled? Do you have any brothers? "
"The next King of Shang seems to be Zi Xian. The two brothers, Xu Yu and Bi Gan."
Guangchengzi nodded slowly and paced with his hands behind his back. His eyes flashed with some light.
I got it.
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