Hidden God

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One

The Yuyu Hall was silent because of Yuan Qi's words, and the celestial immortals avoided Yuan Qi's stern gaze, with shame in their eyes.

After all, although they felt sorry for the disaster of Daze Mountain a thousand years ago, they were more concerned about the reputation of their mountain gate. If Daze Mountain was really destroyed by the hands of the demons a thousand years ago, then they decided to execute Hongyi arbitrarily. It is the scourge that really provoked the chaos between the two races. Who can afford this charge?

What's more... several head teachers and superiors sighed. They thought that the Ayin female monarch of Daze Mountain had colluded with the demon clan and forced Yuan Qi to impose a divine punishment on her. In the end, the Ayin female monarch was in Rakshasa. The ground was smashed into ashes by the sky thunder, and there is not even a scum left...

All the immortals shuddered in their hearts, and they were even more disturbed. If the Ayin girl really died wrongly, how would they deal with Yuan Qi by then?

Hua Mo could see the expressions of the immortals, and was proud of it. Thousands of years ago, he moved his whole body. He used Jinglei and other immortals to execute Hongyi and convict Ah Yin for this day.

Once the events of the year were re-judged, then who among all the gods on the Nine Heavens Palace could gain a good reputation?

Seeing the hesitant gaze of the gods in the hall, Yufeng has always looked clear and wise. He took the lead to step out of the upper seat and handed over to Yuan Qi and said: "The **** of Yuan Qi, the old man of Donghua is on the three realms of God and Shan Ze, and Daze Mountain is my god. The giant sect, Tiangong should find out the truth about the destruction of Daze Mountain. Moreover, it involves the demon clan, this matter endangers the Three Realms, and it is even more urgent. Please also ask the gods to be the masters and re-investigate the rebellion of Daze Mountain thousands of years ago."

He paused, raised his head to look above the throne, his gaze fell vaguely on Feng Yin's body, and his body was slightly bent, "If a thousand years ago, the demon clan really stirred up the chaos between the two clans and blamed the demon emperor. The accusation that the voice of the goddess was responsible for was also my Tiangong’s fault. No matter what the truth is, Yufeng is willing to take responsibility for the mistakes of the year."

Yufeng's voice was deep and he tumbled to the end.

Feng Yin sighed as he looked at Yu Feng in the palace. Now that the demons are in the dark, and the demons are looking forward to it again, Yufeng is afraid that she will remember the wrongs in her heart, and teamed up with the demons to lose the heart of blessing to the immortals.

Since Lan Feng's death, Yufeng has always been the head of the heavenly sovereign. He is willing to support the re-investigation of this matter, and none of the heavenly immortals will object again.

Hearing Yufeng's words, even if Jinglei and other three superiors could not sit still, they quickly got up and said with guilt: "Shenjun Yuanqi, I'll wait..."

Without waiting for them to speak, Yuan Qi waved his hand, "First find out about the Demon Race back then, and talk about other things later."

Seeing Yuan Qi's final sentence, Hua Mo didn't dare to raise any objections at this time, so he had to sit down.

Yuan Qi looked at Chang Yun, "Elder Chang Yun."

"What is the order of the god?" Chang Yun listened to the side table for a long time, and immediately responded when Yuan Qi called her.

"Times have changed. The Daze Mountain Rebellion has passed thousands of years. Now, except for the evidence of Princess Yanshuang and Tsing Yi, now only the Demon King knows everything that happened on Daze Mountain. Please tell the elders what you have seen and heard in Tiangong today to the Demon King. , Just say Yuan Qi..." Yuan Qi's voice was deep, "He and Fenghuang are waiting for him in this Jiuzhong Tiangong, and ask him to explain to me two of the things that happened in Daze Mountain thousands of years ago."

Chang Yun was taken aback, Yuan Qi Shenjun said he and Fenghuang?

Before she could think about it, she met Yuan Qi's brows and bowed heavily, "Yes, Chang Yun will bring the words of the gods to my emperor."

Chang Yun's response finally put the curtain on Yuan Qi's disturbing birthday banquet. No one thought that Yuan Qi's birthday banquet would lead to the **** chaos of the two races and the existence of the demons thousands of years ago.

Rumors that the Demon Race controlled the Demon Emperor to slaughter Daze Mountain and intended to provoke a chaos between the Immortal and Demon Races spread throughout the Three Realms for a while, causing everyone to be at risk.

After Chang Yun left the fairy world, Yufeng left Yanshuang and Qingyi in the Tiangong, waiting for the demon king's response.

It was night, the hall of Fengqi Palace. Feng Huan told Feng Yin what he had investigated in Tiangong these days.

"Your Majesty, all the immortal servants who served in Lingyu Hall on the day of Lord Lanfeng's wedding are no longer in Tiangong."

Feng Yin frowned and said, "Where did they go?"

"I checked with the official of the heavenly palace. These people have been demoted to the world for some trivial things during this thousand years, or they have entered the world of reincarnation experience due to the calamity."

"Could it be that the only people who have been relegated from Tiangong for a thousand years are those from Lingyu Temple?"

"That's not the case. After the tragic death of Lord Lanfeng, the Lingyu Hall was sealed. All the immortal servants in the palace went to serve in other palaces. These years, they have gone down to the earth one after another, and now none of them are in the heavenly palace."

"Who is putting them down?"

"Sovereign Hua Shu."

Feng Yin looked surprised, how could it be Hua Shu?

Lan Feng went to Yuyu Hall from Lingyu Hall on the day of his wedding. There must be a reason. The most likely thing was the immortal servant who served in Lingyu Hall. She had already thought that the person behind the scenes would not leave Lingyu Temple's immortal servants in the heavenly palace, but she did not expect that it would be Hua Shu who would demote these people to the world.

Why did Hua Shu do this? Is she also involved in Lan Feng's death?

"Tomorrow you will go to the ghost world, take my phoenix order to see the ghost king, find out the life and death book of the immortal servants in Lingyu Hall, unlock the immortal seal for them in advance, and bring them back to the heavenly palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As Feng Yin had just finished giving orders, a burst of thoughts came from the front yard. This voice was a bit familiar, and it was exactly what she had heard in the Yuyu Hall today.

Feng Huan's eyes widened and he was about to go out to chase people away. Feng Yin waved his hand and walked out of the hall.

Under the peach trees in the front yard of Fengqi Palace, there are joss sticks and paper money as high as a hill. Tsing Yi wears a robes from Daze Mountain, holding a cloth bag and squatting beside the lit joss sticks.

Behind him stood Ai Ai's blushing Feng Yu, looking at him shamelessly with his sleeves clasped.

Fengqi Palace where the Emperor Feng lived was carried in with a pile of joss sticks and paper money without a sound. He used his toes to think and knew which little traitor did a good thing.

Feng Yin was about to speak, and Tsing Yi's eyes were red, already half kneeling beside the pile of joss stick paper money.

"Little sister!" The hoarse bluff immediately made Feng Yin dare not make a sound.

"Sister Ayin, I'm coming to see you." Tsing Yi picked up the paper money on the ground and threw it into the incense candle. "You walk slowly on Huangquan Road."

Feng Yin's face turned dark, and she looked at Tsing Yi, who had not changed at all for a thousand years, dumbfounded. She has been dead for a thousand years, and she has finished climbing Huangquan Road even if she climbed. How can she walk slower?

"I brought you your favorite mung bean cake."

Tsing Yi didn't see Feng Yin's face at all, and was immersed in her own sadness. While throwing paper money, he untied the cloth bag in his arms, and the fragrance of mung bean cake wafted in the small courtyard, especially rich.

Feng Yu couldn't help sniffing, looking at the mung bean cake in Tsing Yi's arms, he was very greedy. But even if she was ignorant, she didn't dare to stretch out her hand into Tsing Yi's arms at this time. This was for his little sister who had passed away. She couldn't rob someone who had died for a thousand years.

Feng Yin looked at the mung bean cake in Tsing Yi's arms with a gloomy expression.

"Little sister, I have listened to you. I have been cultivating immortal power every day for these years, and I have not been lazy for a while. But I am useless. After a thousand years, I am just a prince. I am ashamed of Dazeshan. Don’t worry, I’ve always been at the gate of our mountain. No demons dared to disturb the master, uncle, and brothers..." Tsing Yi babbled, his voice endured and mourned, "It’s you who walked alone, I I don't know where to guard you."

His voice was getting lower and lower, and the hand holding the mung bean cake was a little trembling, "You have been gone for a thousand years, little sister, do you remember me and little sister, we, we all miss you..."

In the quiet night, Tsing Yi's memory choked with sobs made people particularly unbearable, and even Feng Yu, who had always been very nervous, had red eyes.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the silent courtyard, and a pair of phoenix-patterned white boots stopped in front of the half-kneeling Tsing Yi. Before they could react, they stretched out a pair of slender hands, and took a piece of mung bean cake from the cloth bag in Tsing Yi's arms.

Feng Yu's eyes widened and watched Feng Yin put the mung bean cake into his mouth without hesitation. Suddenly, the phoenix hair stood up and screamed: "Your Majesty! How can you, how can you... This is the Qingyi Immortal King worshipping her Auntie..."

Before Feng Yu had finished yelling, Feng Yin had already smashed his mouth twice, and met Tsing Yi's surprised and angry gaze.

"Yes, the craftsmanship is getting better and better. I told my seniors back then that you are more talented to be a cook than to be a god, but he doesn't listen, and he will continue to let you be an inferior fairy. If you go to the mortal world After a walk, he is definitely a chef with a long history."

"You, you..." Tsing Yi's complexion changed drastically, and she sprang up suddenly, pointing at Feng Yin and her voice was trembling, "You..."

Feng Yin licked her lips, reached out and tapped on the right forehead of her little nephew, "What am I? Why, didn't you just let me walk slowly on Huangquan Road? I'm walking up to you now. You won’t recognize me anymore."

When Ayin took her little teacher and nephew to do bad things on Daze Mountain back then, what she liked most was tapping on the little Taoist priest's forehead, dinging bells and gurgling, which was especially energetic.

At that time, Tsing Yi would always yell at him, blushing and violently competing with his little sister-in-law. This time Feng Yin's hand was on his head, his eyes flushed, and he was about to put the Fenghuang in front of him with a cloth bag of mung bean cake into his arms.

But someone moved faster than him, and a red figure flashed past the small courtyard, pushing Tsing Yi away, and embracing Feng Yin.

"Asshole! You who kill a thousand knives, don't tell us when you come back!" Yan Shuang pushed Feng Yin away and beat her twice on her shoulder, her eyes flushed with anger, "If Tsing Yi ran here to cry tomb , Are you not going to recognize us? Ah, your Majesty Fenghuang!"

The last four words of Yan Shuang can be regarded as gritted teeth. Fengyin and Tsing Yi's face turned black by her bold words "crying tomb", and they almost couldn't speak.

"Your Majesty, you, you..." Feng Yu on the side stared dumbfounded at the three people in front of him who "were destined to meet thousands of miles", carefully glanced outside the courtyard, and asked in a very low voice: "You are his little sister in Tsing Yi, one thousand Was that the Dazeshan disciple who died in the Raksha Di a year ago?"

Seeing his own little phoenix who is not afraid of being afraid and not afraid of being a thief, Feng Yin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "I have a fairy formation outside the palace, and words from the courtyard can't be passed on."

Before she finished her words, Feng Yu was about to speak excitedly, but was stopped by Feng Yin raising his hand, "Yes, I am her. Go with you."

Feng Yu's gossip little flames died before they burned, pouting grievances and walking to Feng Huan's side.

"It was not long after I woke up. I didn't find a chance to meet you and Tsing Yi. I didn't intend to hide it from you." Feng Yin looked at the two people with red eyes. ."

Seeing that the two men were calm, and waiting for Yanshuang and Tsing Yi to speak, Feng Yin squinted his eyes and circled the joss stick paper money on the ground, and finally landed on Tsing Yi and Yanshuang, raising his eyebrows, "Who made it? Did you come to Fengqi Palace to see me like this?"