Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

The temple of Nuwa is filled with the smell of incense and the atmosphere is solemn. The carved beams and painted buildings of the temple are faintly visible in the curling incense, giving people a feeling of detachment from the world.

At this time, Luo Shu also came to Nuwa Palace. With the help of the system, he hid in the clouds and communicated with the system with his mind.

"System, when you go to burn incense later, use the photo stone to record the process of the thieves deceiving King Zhou and collect the key evidence to reveal the truth. Then, hand it over to Goddess Nuwa. I don't believe she won't be angry!"

Luo Shu gave instructions to the system in his sea of consciousness.

Although Nuwa did not participate in the Conferred God event, she could not be allowed to stand against the Jiejiao. The most direct way was to make her hate the other Chenjiao and Western religions.

[Ding! Got it, host. The photo stone is ready. It will start recording when you burn incense to ensure that every detail is captured.]

Luo Shu nodded, a gleam in his eyes.

With a thought, he activated his spiritual power and quietly sent a message to King Zhou who was waiting for a good time to offer incense in Nuwa Palace.

"My king, if you feel a strange fragrant breeze blowing later, pretend to be bewildered and write a poem on the wall with your sword!"

The voice of Luoshu sounded softly in King Zhou's ears, and only King Zhou could hear it.

King Zhou was stunned when he suddenly heard Luoshu's voice. He looked around but could not see Luoshu.

"Your Majesty, please stop looking. I am already above the clouds. Please remember what I just said!" Luo Shu's voice sounded again.

Upon hearing this, King Zhou immediately looked embarrassed. He straightened his posture, frowned, and said in a low voice:

"National Master, although I am a king, I have been immersed in military tactics and martial arts since I was young. I know very little about poetry."

He paused and continued:

"If I were asked to lead a huge army and charge into battle, I would be confident that I could come up with a series of methods to arrange the troops. But now you are asking me to write a poem. This... This is even more difficult than taking my life!"

There was a hint of helplessness and embarrassment in his words. Obviously, he felt unprecedented pressure about Luoshu asking him to write a poem.

Hearing this, Luo Shu curled up a smile. King Zhou's martial arts skills were indeed off the charts, but he could fight wild beasts with his bare hands and was very heroic. However, he was indeed a little weak in literary talent. After all, no one is perfect.

"Your Majesty, you do not need to worry about the content of the poem. I will prepare it for you. When the time comes, I will just say the lines of the poem and you will just have to carve it on the wall!" Luo Shu said.

After hearing this, King Zhou's brows relaxed slightly, a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said:

"Okay, now that the Imperial Master has said this, I feel relieved! However, there is one thing I don't understand. Why did the Imperial Master ask me to pretend to be confused?"

When Luo Shu heard King Zhou's question, he smiled slightly and said directly without hiding anything:

"Your Majesty, this is my plan. Let Your Majesty pretend to be deceived. On the one hand, we can leave evidence that the thief deceived Your Majesty, so that we can investigate later."

"On the other hand, the poem I prepared for Your Majesty is a poem praising Goddess Nuwa. Goddess Nuwa is a saint. If we can get her protection, the Shang Dynasty will surely be peaceful and prosperous."

After hearing this, King Zhou's eyes flashed with realization, his face showed sincere respect and admiration, and he said:

"I admire your foresight. Then I will do as you say. I will cooperate with you."

Seeing King Zhou's cooperation, Luo Shu nodded with satisfaction, keeping a faint smile on his face. Everything was under his control.

After a while, Prime Minister Shang Rong, holding a roll of exquisite silk, faced the crowd and respectfully sang praises of the achievements of Nuwa.

Then, King Zhou Di Xin took the burning incense handed to him by the palace servant and walked to the statue of Nuwa.

Seeing that his face was covered by a thick curtain, which added a bit of mystery and solemnity, Emperor Xin was filled with awe.

Then, King Zhou took a deep breath and carefully inserted the burning incense into the incense burner. The smoke rose and filled the air.

King Zhou Di Xin closed his eyes and murmured to himself:

"May Goddess Nuwa bless our Great Shang with good weather and abundant harvests. I hope I can inherit the will of the previous kings, revitalize the Great Shang, let the people live and work in peace, and let the country prosper..."

His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate time and space and reach the ears of Nuwa.

After a moment, a strange fragrance filled the air, as if it came from a distant fairyland.

None of the ministers reacted to the strange fragrance, except King Zhou, who felt a little dizzy, as if controlled by a mysterious force, and then he regained his consciousness.

Emperor Xin knew that it was the thieves who were plotting against him. He did not have time to curse and remembered what the national teacher Luo Shu had said to him.

He followed Luo Shu's instructions, pretending to be confused, holding a sword, and walked to the side of the palace wall amid everyone's puzzled eyes.

Upon seeing this, Luo Shu mobilized his spiritual power and transmitted a message to King Zhou.

"My king, listen carefully. The first sentence is about the ancient goddess Nuwa showing her magical powers, refining stones to mend the sky and being revered by the world."

King Zhou Di Xin heard the voice and swung his sword to carve the words.

Upon seeing this, all the ministers spoke out to stop it.

"Your Majesty, Nuwa is the Holy Mother of mankind. You are not allowed to carve blasphemous words on her in the temple!" Shang Rong said loudly.

Uncle Wang Bigan was also panicked and tried to stop him:

"Your Majesty, this is not allowed! Blaspheming the Virgin Mary is extremely disrespectful!"

The ministers spoke one after another, and King Zhou Di Xin stopped his sword, turned around and looked at everyone, saying:

"I am the King of Shang, so why can't I write a poem to praise the Goddess Nuwa? If you try to stop me, I will punish you severely!"

After saying this, King Zhou turned around and continued carving.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in helplessness. How could they not know how knowledgeable the king was? How could he write any good poems? Alas!

At this time, at the other end, a Taoist with a peaceful face and kind eyes saw Emperor Xin like this, and smiled to one side:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yuanshi, for hiding the secret for me. I have bewitched the Shang King Di Xin and he is carving obscene poems. When Senior Sister Nuwa sees the poems carved on the palace wall, she will be furious and punish the Shang Dynasty."

"It is thanks to the meticulous plan of you two saints in the West that no one would have thought that we were behind it. They would only think that King Zhou Di Xin was tempted by beauty." A voice came from Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Brother Yuanshi, thank you for the compliment. We have planned this together for the purpose of deifying the gods!" Zhunti said with a smile.

On this side, Luo Shu saw that King Zhou had finished carving the first sentence and continued to transmit the message:

"Colorful stones are scattered across the sky, and the universe is restored and all things flourish.

The story of creating humans from clay has been passed down through the ages, and the song of the reproduction of living things is endless.

Compassion protects all living things and brings endless blessings.

His immeasurable merits illuminate the universe, and his heroic name will be praised for thousands of years.

The goddess Nuwa showed her holy spirit and was revered by the world for all eternity.

Rivers, lakes and seas are all revered, and mountains, rivers, grass and trees are all respected.

The grace of the goddess Nuwa is great, and she protects the common people and brings them peace. "

King Zhou listened to the poem recited by the national teacher Luo Shu, and carved it on the wall word by word. After he finished writing the last word, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The ministers were numb from listening to the sound of King Zhou carving words, and their hearts were dead.

At this time, Uncle Wang Bigan walked forward and looked carefully at the poems on the wall.

His eyes revealed an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen some incredible miracle, and he said in shock:

"This... this... this is actually a poem praising the achievements of Lady Nuwa. Every word is so beautiful that it fully describes the merits of Lady Nuwa."

The voice of Uncle Wang Bigan echoed in the palace, causing all the ministers to look at him sideways.

The ministers came forward one after another and carefully read the poems on the wall, with expressions of shock and surprise on everyone's face.

King Zhou could write poetry? And he could write such beautiful and profound poems?

When King Zhou saw the shocked expressions on the faces of his ministers, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. Although the poem was not written by him, he had engraved it himself, so it was the same.