Inscribing a Poem
"Worshiping Nuwa? I think you've been bewitched by heretical teachings! You've lost your minds!"
Shang Rong below was sweating profusely.
With a thud, his knees slammed into the ground, and his head hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Your Majesty! This is incorrect! Utterly wrong!"
"The Empress Nuwa Creation of Humans from clay; she is our Human Race, and our kindness is heavier than a mountain! We must burn incense and kowtow."
"If Your Majesty becomes stubborn now, what will the people think? They'll feel ashamed and have their backbone broken!"
Is this moral blackmail?
I guess so.
But it's the truth.
Just as Di Xin was about to slam his fist on the table and stand up, his mind suddenly went blank.
"Di Xin, agree for now. Feign a trip, and I will make arrangements accordingly."
Di Xin's eyelids twitched.
His anger subsided instantly.
Since the Saint Father has spoken, we have to give him face and continue the charade.
He took a deep breath, changed his expression, and slowly uttered a sentence:
"Fine."
Three days later, I personally went to the Nuwa Palace to offer sacrifices.
Meanwhile, at the Wa Imperial Palace.
Nuwa was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, contemplating the Great Dao.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly.
The Western Religion of Zhunti and Jieyin have arrived.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa! Now that Di Xin is cruel and tyrannical, the Human Race is almost unable to survive."
"If this continues, the fate of Human Race will collapse, and your merits will suffer as a result!"
Jieyin nodded in agreement, "Junior brother is right. We are compassionate and cannot bear to see the Human Race suffer."
I have come here specifically to earnestly request that you, fellow Daoist, intervene and teach that tyrannical ruler a lesson, so that a wise and virtuous ruler may be established, in accordance with the will of Heaven."
They sang in unison.
The coordination was seamless.
The abacus beads are practically flying into Nuwa's face.
Chu Feng secretly observed this scene with his divine sense, a cold smile playing on his lips.
These two, are they really doing this for Human Race?
They clearly want to muddy the waters so they can reap benefits from the east.
Nuwa opened her eyes, her gaze gleaming with divine light, yet devoid of any emotion.
"This matter concerns the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, and its implications are enormous. I have my own considerations."
"Fellow Daoists, please return."
Jieyin and Zhunti a glance, their expressions turning somewhat unpleasant.
This Nuwa is completely impervious to reason!
That's definitely something we can't win against.
This was the Wa Imperial Palace, so the two could only manage a couple of forced laughs before leaving dejectedly.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The area in front of the Nuwa Palace was packed with people.
Di Xin, dressed in Black Bird Emperor Robe, led his civil and military officials in a grand procession.
Chu Feng did not appear.
He transformed into a streak of light, concealing his aura to the extreme, and blended into the crowd.
At this time, Di Xin was still the wise and mighty Human King.
With a steady gait and an imposing presence.
They walked up to the statue of Nuwa, took incense, and lit it.
Just as it was about to be inserted into the incense burner.
A sudden change has occurred!
Buzz--!
The clay and wooden statues of gods suddenly shone with golden light!
An invisible, strange force crashed over us like a wave.
Thump thump thump!
Caught off guard, Di Xin was knocked back several steps and almost lost his footing.
Shang Rong and his group of old ministers were terrified.
"Your Majesty! It's a miracle! The Empress Nuwa has appeared!"
"This is a warning! Your Majesty, please be cautious!"
Be cautious my ass.
Di Xin suddenly looked up, his once clear eyes now clouded with an eerie pink hue.
blurred.
Frantic.
It's as if they've lost their soul, or are possessed.
He stared intently at the statue's unparalleled beauty, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Bring me a pen!"
The crowd was puzzled, but they still offered up pen and ink.
Di Xin wielded his brush, splashing ink across the whitewashed walls of the palace, his strokes flowing like dragons and snakes:
"The phoenix and luan jeweled tent is a magnificent sight, adorned with exquisite gold leaf decorations."
The distant mountains are verdant, and the graceful sleeves of dancers reflect the rosy clouds.
Pear blossoms, glistening with rain, vie in their delicate beauty; peonies, shrouded in mist, display their alluring charm.
But if she possesses a captivating beauty and the ability to move freely, she can be brought back to Chang Le to serve the king.
After the last sentence was written, the entire room fell silent.
Shang Rong's vision went black, and she almost fainted.
This is blasphemy!
That's suicide!
To marry Nuwa and make her a maid? Is that something a human would do?
At this critical moment...
In the crowd.
Chu Feng casually waved his hand, and a cool breeze silently entered Di Xin's brow.
It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over my head.
Di Xin's body trembled violently.
The pink hue in his eyes faded instantly, and that obsessive, lewd feeling vanished without a trace.
I'm awake now.
He looked at the lewd poems on the wall, then at the still-wet calligraphy brush in his hand, and his mind went blank.
This... this was written by me?
"Di Xin."
Chu Feng's voice boomed in his mind again, "This is the Jieyin and Zhunti and Zhunti, they've bewitched you."
What?!
Di Xin reacted instantly.
A surge of overwhelming rage shot straight to the top of his head.
What a Western Religion!
How dare they scheme against me like this! They're making a fool of me!
He slammed the brush to the ground, splattering ink everywhere.
He gritted his teeth, forcing out the words: "Excellent tactic! Truly excellent tactic! I will remember this debt!"
P. S.: Time to slack off. That's all for today. I'll add more tomorrow (just some filler content).
This book will resume updates and will reach one million words as soon as possible...