I am a fairy

Chapter 174 Yun Zhongjun really has
"Yeah, I fell into the water."

"You're not going to die!"

"We can't let him die just yet. We haven't come up with a plan to take over this mess in Bashu yet!"

"Oh, it was fished out."

In the Muxian Temple, Jiang Chao looked at the host screen connected to Liu Sou.

Wangshu on the screen was talking while looking back at Jiang Chao casually. He seemed calm, but in fact he felt a little guilty.

Ba Xia and Huang Quan Zhi Zhou were towing and providing electricity on their way to lay underwater cables. They also drove King Naba back, causing quite a mess, but everything went well in the end.

While Jiang Chao was observing Wangshu performing the dream-telling technique through the vine monster, he also discovered a problem.

In essence, these vine monsters are not as simple as living cables, because they have the red spider lily neural network inside their bodies. In a sense, they are also network cables, and not ordinary network cables, but network cables that can connect the consciousness of living beings to the network.

If these vine monsters cover the entire earth in the future, it is hard to imagine what they will form.

At least for now, it seems that they can be the medium for performing various "magic spells".

but.

After the King of Ba was driven back, the matter came to an end.

Two days later, Wangshu came to Jiang Chao again and talked about this matter.

Said: "The king of Ba is ill"

Jiang Chao: “Oh!”

Wangshu: "And then he died?"

Jiang Chao finally raised his head: "Died of illness?"

Wangshu: "It's not that he died of illness, it's that he got sick and then died."

Jiang Chao: "Oh, what's the difference?"

Wangshu: “It’s really not my fault.”

Wangshu told Jiang Chao that after the King of Ba fell ill, he lay in bed dreaming and talking nonsense. He also blamed those who had instigated him to offer sacrifices to the Goddess of Wushan, and said that he would execute all these people and their entire clans when he returned.

When the people around him heard what King Ba said, they were all terrified and secretly colluded with each other.

Wangshu: “Then.”

Jiang Chao: "Then?"

Wangshu: "Then there were flashes of swords, shadows of candles, and cries of axes. It was a very vulgar process, and the King of Ba died."

Jiang Chao: "Kill him so blatantly?"

Wangshu: "Of course, tell others that he died of worry."

Jiang Chao finally understood why so many people in history were so timid and died of fear one after another.

I also understood a truth: in dreams, not only can you kill people, but you can also be killed by others.

The person is already dead, there is no way to bring him back.

Now Jiang Chao immediately turned his attention to how to quickly stabilize the situation, but he had to first understand what the situation was like now?

Wangshu: "They are going to make the eight-year-old second son of King Ba the king."

Jiang Chao: "Support a puppet?"

Wangshu: “That’s right.”

Jiang Chao: "Does that mean the situation can be stabilized for the time being, and that the land of Bashu won't be split into dozens of pieces and then become a mess?"

Wangshu: "Probably not for now, but it depends on what happens to these people after they return to Banan. As for the male favorite of the King of Ba, I monitored him and found that there seems to be something wrong."

Jiang Chao knew this person. He was the one who sat in the position of King Ba before. He was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, and Jiang Chao almost mistook him for the King of Ba.

Jiang Chao: "What's the problem?"

Wangshu: "It was he who instigated the King of Ba to come and offer sacrifices to the Goddess of Wushan this time. It was also he who spread the King of Ba's dream talk. It was also he who came up with the idea of ​​enthroning the youngest son instead of the eldest son."

Jiang Chao thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized something: "Is there someone behind him?"

Wangshu also only observed through the camera: "He seemed to be sending a letter to a Southern King of the Northern Dynasty named Mu Chaotian, informing him of what happened in Bashu."

Jiang Chao also immediately remembered the name. Isn't this the Bronze Bell Ghost Messenger and the Whistle Ghost Messenger, the Prince of Zhennan who was about to go to the Northern Dynasty for refuge?

When you think about it this way, it seems that the causes and consequences of many things are connected.

Instigated by his male favorite, Prince Ba ran excitedly to offer sacrifices to the Goddess of Wushan, just to make Prince Ba seek his own death.

The purpose is the latter, to support a puppet and then secretly plot against Bashu.

Jiang Chao: "That Mu Chaotian should also be plotting against Bashu, but isn't he still leading his troops to attack Jinzhou?"

Wangshu: "There seems to be no movement over there. After Wen Ji led his troops over, Mu Chaotian began to withdraw his troops. It seems like there was a lot of noise but little action."

Jiang Chao: "So his real purpose might actually be Bashu. Has he already set up a plan here?"

Wangshu: "The current information is not comprehensive enough."

Jiang Chao: "Where's Wen Shenyou?"

Wangshu: "He's ready to come."

In the temple, Jiang Chao stood up and said finally.

"We should also learn more about the situation in the Northern Dynasty."

Wangshu told Jiang Chao and also mentioned the incident with the prospecting ape.

"We already have some prospecting apes entering the north, and they will be able to collect some information soon."

"If he had received the letter from the male favorite and had been prepared to attack Bashu while the chaos was going on, we would have known about it immediately."

At this time, Wangshu finally talked about something happy.

"King Nappa is dead and is currently in hell."

"Want to take a look?"

Jiang Chao was a little curious about this person who looked most like an emperor that he had ever seen.

"Take a look!"
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on the way back.

Tens of thousands of people on the banks of the Yangtze River were pulling the oars, dragging the houseboats upstream. The hunched and naked boatmen looked like zombies from a distance, and the magnificent style of the houseboats became even more prominent in the background.

No wonder when King Naba sat at the highest point of the dragon boat, he regarded himself as the emperor of heaven on earth. He sat high above in the palace, seeming to be holding the tow rope in his hand, controlling all living beings in the world.

But at this moment, King Naba's body was lying on the ship, and he could no longer see this scene.

After a burst of rustling sounds, cries of fear were heard again from the ship, and someone shouted loudly.

"The king's head is missing... The king's head is missing."

Everyone ran towards the stairs in fear, climbed up the wooden steps to the upper hall, and saw the dragon bed high up in the hall.

There was only a headless corpse left on the bed.

This prince, who had indulged in pleasure and did whatever he wanted all his life, ended up with his body mutilated.

Everyone looked at this scene with horror on their faces.

"The King of Ba has been punished by God."

"The King of Ba blasphemed the gods and died of fear. Now he doesn't even have a complete body left."

"Here, here, where did the head go?"

"It must be the ghosts and gods who took away the head of King Ba."

This also made everyone, including the close ministers and eunuchs of King Ba, who had been scheming against each other recently, remember the real cause of King Ba's death again.

Although King Ba died at their hands, if we look into the real reason for King Ba's death, isn't it because he was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and blasphemed the gods in Wushan?
At this moment, they remembered what King Ba had said before. He said he heard the snake speak.

"The demon snake said, said... said..."

"I am a wicked person, I have no intention of cultivating myself and building up moral integrity to protect the people. They say I am blaspheming the gods and that the fate of the country of Ba is over."

It's not just about his unjust behavior, but also about the fact that the State of Ba has run out of luck.

A shadow suddenly shrouded everyone's heart. In this situation, could their plan of setting up a puppet to control the Bashu area really work?

Perhaps the kingdom of Ba has really come to an end.

In the netherworld.

The confused King Ba, wearing shackles and chains, was whipped by ghosts and gods all the way and boarded the boat of the underworld.

On the way, he fell into the water again.

But this time no one rescued him. The ghosts and gods on the Yellow Springs Boat were still whipping him, making him swim and drag the Yellow Springs Boat all the way to the Soul-Calling Bridge.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Finally, the data exchange and login were completed on the Soul-Calling Bridge. At the gate of hell, King Ba asked Gui Bo for help again, saying that he knew the Taoist master of the Five Ghosts and asked the Taoist master to save his life.

But when he looked up and looked directly into Gui Bo's third eye, he saw the masters of the Five Ghosts and others in hell, and there were also sounds of wailing and screaming coming from the depths of the underworld.

At last.

In the city of Youdu.

King Ba looked up at the layers of gloomy halls. There was no one inside. Only the voice of the Yellow Springs host could be heard coming from high above.

"Your sins are grave, and you will be sent to hell..."

"The fate of the country of Ba has come to an end, and the country will be destroyed."

"..."

The next words, the king of Ba felt that he could not hear anything clearly, and he just felt that he fell into that kind of muddle-headed feeling again. He felt that all this was not real. The last moment, he was still a prince in the world, high above like the emperor of heaven, sitting on a boat and inspecting the rivers, overlooking the tens of thousands of boatmen pulling his treasure ship forward.

And the next moment, he had fallen into hell, unable to live or die.

When he came to his senses, King Ba shouted.

"I just like beautiful women. What's wrong with me?"

"I just like to enjoy myself and music, what's wrong with that?"

That voice, that accent.

Upright.

Righteous and eloquent.

Impassioned.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was light shining on King Naba.

"I have a disease, and that disease is lust."

"This is the disease that the Heaven gave me when I was born. The fault is not mine, but the Heaven's."

"I just expressed my admiration for the Goddess of Wushan. Why did you send me to hell and take away my kingdom?"

"I don't accept it."

"Even if you are a god, why would you seize my kingdom and my people?"

Unfortunately, there was no response to the series of roars. Only a few ghosts and gods came out and escorted King Ba to the back.

Then, he was thrown into an endless cliff.

Accompanied by a shrill scream.

However, after King Ba was thrown into hell, he immediately saw that the once sloppy Dragon Court was becoming more and more real.

Many vague shadows appeared in the Incense Dragon Court, and many more buildings appeared. There was even a huge houseboat in the pond in the Dragon Court. From time to time, the sound of piano and women's singing could be heard from the houseboat.

When Yun Zhongjun rode on a moose to visit King Ba in the Avici Hell, he also passed by the Incense Dragon Court and looked at the pleasure boat from afar.

Wangshu: "Mr. Yunzhong is here to appreciate art?"

Jiang Chao: "If you appreciate this art too much, will you become stupid, like King Naba?"

King Naba had been high and mighty for so long that he really regarded himself as the God-Emperor of the world and felt that he was no longer an ordinary person.

Wangshu: "How could that be? If Yunzhongjun said, 'I have a disease, and that disease is lust,' people in the world would just say, 'Yunzhongjun said it very well.'"

"He is right to think of himself as the God-Emperor on earth. The problem is that he does not have the strength of a God-Emperor."

"And Yun Zhongjun really does."

Among the layers of palaces, Jiang Chao rode on a elk and listened to the sound coming from the pleasure boat. Finally, he followed the elk and hid under the wormwood.
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Yunyang County, Jinzhou.

The army besieged Yangcheng. When Lucheng County Prince Wen Ji came with his troops to provide support, the enemy troops besieging Yangcheng began to retreat.

But they did not retreat far away.

The confrontation with Wen Ji was always maintained, making it impossible for Wen Ji to retreat, and the army was dragged here.

The situation became one where both sides wasted food and supplies, were afraid to fight, were afraid to retreat, and racked their brains to find the other side's flaws.

The two sides fought here on a large scale, but it was basically a fight between small groups of soldiers. The Northern Dynasty constantly used the advantage of cavalry to harass and plunder, which caused a lot of headaches for the Prince of Lucheng and his son.

In Yangcheng.

Wen Ji lifted the siege of Yangcheng, but he did not seem happy and felt something was wrong.

"What exactly does Mu Chaotian mean?"

"Are you going to hold me back here, or are you going to fight me here and wait for something to happen in Jinzhou?"

Wen Ji always felt that Mu Chaotian didn't seem to have any intention of taking over Jinzhou from the beginning, or he just wanted to give it a try and have a try.

It would be best if it could have an effect, but the actual focus is not here.

At this time, Dalang Wen Shenyou walked in from outside and talked about a strange thing.

"What, a monster?"

Wen Shenyou said that he had a dream these days.

Wen Ji: "What dream?"

Wen Shenyou: "In the dream, there was a deep forest, and in the forest there were monsters that looked like snakes but were not snakes. It was very scary."

"I was in a panic, and at this moment I saw a big snake leaning down from the tree, and it spoke in human language."

Wen Ji: "Maybe you've been haunted by the killings over the past few days. Dalang, you should take more rest."

Wen Shenyou: "I'm not possessed. I've been having the same dream for days. Even the forest is exactly the same."

Wen Ji then sensed something was wrong: "What did the big snake say?"

Wen Shenyou then spoke: "The King of Ba is unjust, and the fate of the country is over."

These days, Wen Ji and Wen Shenyou have been paying attention to the situation in the north and have not yet known what happened in Bashu in the west. Now, when Wen Ji heard what Wen Shenyou said, he immediately felt that something big might have happened in Bashu.

After all, some time ago, many ghost disciples of the Five Ghosts were sent here by the heavenly craftsmen, Taoist priests, and monks, and were eventually beheaded.

However, this is just the Five Ghosts Path, and it does not seem to have much connection with King Ba.

Wen Ji frowned and said, "Besides, the King of Ba is unjust and his kingdom is doomed. Why did the giant snake in your dream appear in your dream?"

Wen Shenyou said at this time: "Grandpa, do you remember when you and I went to the Huajiang Dragon King Temple to offer sacrifices? At that time, we saw the blue-purple energy surge, and for some reason, the luck and merit suddenly turned into a cloud cover as if it was a gift from heaven. Perhaps it was due to this incident."

Wen Ji was also undecided: "Let's wait and see, maybe something else is going to happen."

really.

A monster appeared in the dream just before my feet.

Soon after, people from Bashu arrived.

The people who came this time were from the Five Ghosts Sect.

Of course, they no longer called themselves members of the Five Ghosts Sect, but instead called themselves followers of the Wushan Goddess.

A true ghost follower of the Five Ghost Paths.

One after another, they have gone to the underworld and went to hell under the three eyes of Gui Bo.

When alive, one worships Guibo and enjoys wealth and honor in his name; when dead, one works under the watchful eye of Guibo.

The man who looked half witch and half Taoist bowed to Wen Ji who was sitting at the top and said.

"I am willing to offer the land of Badong and welcome the emperor to rule Bashu."

Wen Shenyou was overjoyed: "Really?"

But then Wen Shenyou became a little worried and whispered, "Grandpa, I'm afraid there is a trick. We must interrogate carefully!"

Wen Ji asked the man, "You and I are not related, why did you come to me? You also said that you would give the land of Badong to my dynasty. A few days ago, you Bashu sent people to cause chaos in my territory. How do you know that you are not deceiving me now?"

The other party only said one sentence: "The King of Ba has lost his virtue and blasphemed the gods, so he should lose his country."

The other party spoke with righteous indignation, as if he wanted to eat the flesh of the King of Naba alive and sleep on his skin.

because.

The god that King Naba blasphemed was the Wushan Goddess, whom he currently believed in. Even if he had to pretend, he had to pretend to be angry.

After listening, Wen Ji and Wen Shenyou immediately understood something and looked at each other.

At first, the fortune of the Nine Cauldrons soared, then there was a monster appearing in a dream, and finally King Ba blasphemed the Goddess of Wushan, causing the Badong area to completely turn away from King Ba. This series of events was connected at once.

Wen Ji thought about it, asked the man to step back, and then looked at Wen Shenyou.

He became more and more convinced that the tripod represented destiny.

"You go!"

Wen Ji gave an order.

At this moment, he was wearing armor and was sitting here as the General of the Northern Expedition and the Governor-General, and he was also issuing military orders.

Wen Shenyou was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground and was about to accept the military order.

But then he heard Wen Ji say, "Do you remember what I asked you before? Can you bear this destiny?"

Wen Shenyou didn't know either: "I will do whatever Grandpa tells me to do."

Wen Ji said: "I have a feeling that if you can really do well this time, it will be your destiny."

Wen Shenyou: "Is it destiny?"

Wen Ji: "Do you still remember the prophecy of the Wushan Goddess?"

For an instant.

Wen Shenyou felt goose bumps all over his body. He once again recalled the scene of himself standing under the Nine Cauldrons, feeling the sun, moon, stars, and ghosts and gods of the underworld watching him.

It is a feeling of standing at the moment of destiny and being chosen by fate.

Wen Shenyou led a team of people to Fu County, where he mobilized thousands of people and recruited some trackers and miners to make up more than ten thousand people, and rushed to Wushan Mountains.

Finally, at the foot of the Goddess Peak, he followed the crowd to worship the Goddess of Wushan.

He looked out at the forest surrounded by "wood fairies" in the darkness, and suddenly he was startled, feeling that everything here was so familiar.

"this?"

There was the forest in his dreams.

(End of this chapter)