Chapter 51: The King of Zhou Composes a Debauched Poem; Nüwa Summons a Group of Demons

  Wu Longjun retreated and released Jin Dashi and others, merging the Mei Shan and Er Xian Shan armies, and everyone was overjoyed.

  Six poor devils, put down their weapons, let Xiao Yao take the wine and water, lay on the bluestone, waiting for Huang Shiren to come back.

  Waiting on the left, no one comes; waiting on the right, no one comes. Watching as the sun sets in the west, darkness gathers from all sides, and I grow anxious and restless.

  "Second Brother, Big Brother won't lose, will he!?" Zhu Zhen shouted loudly.

  Jin Dashi slapped his palm and said, "What a mess of words! Who is my big brother? Only he can turn others around, never have I seen anyone turn him around!"

  At the moment, Huang Shiren and his party on Jin'ao Island told it again in detail.

  Five people heard that Huang Shiren had taken Lu Ya as his master, and suddenly the Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun covered his face and walked away. How did he bring disaster to the East Sea? How did he make Jin Ao Island a mess, with chickens flying and dogs jumping, amidst bursts of laughter.

  Especially Chang Hao, Dai Li and Wu Long, who had never seen Huang Shiren's methods before, listened to this speech and truly admired Huang Shiren with all their might.

  Just as they were chatting, two streaks of light suddenly appeared in the sky, with Huang Shiren leading and Yuan Hong following, landing on a cloud head and appearing before everyone's eyes.

  "Yuan Hong is so hateful, let's go beat him up!" Zhu Ziren glared at Yuan Hong, furious, and raised the nine-toothed rake to hit him, but was stopped by Huang Shiren.

  "Stop!"

  "Big brother, I've been cheated by this guy!"

  "Yuan Hong has already taken me as his master and is my eldest disciple. You're one of us, what are you farting about?"

  "What?!" Zhu Zhen's eyes widened in shock, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

  The other five people also stared at Yuan Hong in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock.

  "Not bad, I indeed acknowledged a master." Yuan Hong saw this group of defeated subordinates, his monkey face turned red, and he frankly admitted it.

  Haha. Everyone burst out laughing together.

  "Hong Ge, I've already called Huang Xiong 'Big Brother', that's a brotherly relationship. If you kowtow to Big Brother as your master, then wouldn't we become your uncles?" Wu Long laughed the hardest.

  "Alright, alright! Yuan Hong, quickly greet those uncles for me!" Zhu Ziren burst out laughing.

  Yuan Hong wielded his iron rod: "I've acknowledged my master, that's not wrong. You're brothers with my master, that's also not wrong. But if anyone makes me call them uncle, I'll beat them to death with one strike!"

  Yuan Hong's eyes widened in anger, and Zhu Ziren and others didn't dare to provoke him. They suppressed their smiles and nodded directly.

  "Alright, alright, from now on we're all one family, don't make a fuss. Third Brother, Fourth Brother, clean up the battlefield and take the little ones back!" Huang Shiren laughed.

  "Roger!"

  Six villains merged the Xiao Yao Gate into one place, Wu Long took out the private collection of Er Xian Mountain and burned the cave mansion with a fire. The team returned to Mei Shan in a grand manner.

  The next day, inside the grand hall of Meishan Tian Shang Ren Jian, eight golden armchairs were arranged in two rows.

  Huang Shiren sat at the top, seven people below, opened a wine banquet, all monsters congratulated together, drums and music shook the sky.

  "Gentlemen, I, Huang Shiren, was once a small-time rogue, but now I have such a large business and the support of all you brothers. It's truly beyond my wildest dreams! Today is an auspicious day, let us renew our fraternal bonds and not forget the ties of brotherhood! From now on, we'll share good fortune and bad, and though we may not have been born in the same year, month, or day, I hope we can all die together in satisfaction!"

  "Good job, big brother!"

  "Good point, big brother!"

  A group of people with great enthusiasm!

  Long ago, a little demon had been placed on the incense table, and a group of villains knelt down, swearing to heaven, and became sworn brothers.

  Huang Shiren ranked first, Jin Daxing second, Zhu Zizhen third, Yang Xian fourth, Chang Hao fifth, Dai Li sixth, and Wu Long seventh. The seven men, seven brothers, formed a blood oath, thus the "Mei Shan Qi Jian" (also known as Mei Shan Qi Guai or Qi Zei), who would later bring disaster to the three realms, was formally born.

  First, I paid respects to my brothers, and then let Yuan Hong perform the grand ceremony of becoming a master. The Plum Mountain was filled with joy, from heaven to earth, lanterns were hung and decorations were put up, it was a lively scene!

  Huang Shiren is very satisfied at this moment! Very happy!

  He took in the seven demons of Mei Mountain and accepted Yuan Hong as his disciple, something he had never thought possible before. Now, with brothers, disciples, and 70,000 to 80,000 minor demons at his command, his influence was quite impressive.

  "After I've tidied up Mei Shan, heh heh, it's time for me to go cause some trouble!" Old Huang gazed out at the vast expanse of the western sky, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

  And let alone under Huang Shiren's guidance, the demons of Mei Mountain studied hard, just to mention this great merchant's Du Cheng Chao Ge.

  King Tai Wu of the great Shang Dynasty, a wise and just ruler, had also reached the end of his life. He passed on the throne to his son, King Zhou of Shang, who would later become infamous in history as Emperor Zhou of Shang.

  King Zhou was young when he ascended to the throne. With the assistance of his civil and military officials, the country was peaceful and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

  King Zhou, although not as calm in temperament as Emperor Yi, was also exceptionally brave and open-minded, clearly distinguishing right from wrong. After ascending to the throne, he worked diligently and was loved by his people.

  On this day, four major vassals came to pay their respects and after chatting for a while, someone suggested that King Zhou should pay homage to the Goddess Nüwa.

  King Zhou inquired and learned that Nüwa Niangniang had merits for the people, was indeed a benevolent deity who protected the country and its people, and was overjoyed, granting approval.

  The next day, King Zhou rode on the dragon carriage, accompanied by civil and military officials, to offer incense at the Temple of Nuwa. Three thousand iron knights, eight hundred jade forests, Wu Cheng Wang Huang Feihu guarded the way, truly majestic and awe-inspiring.

  Arrived at the Nuwa Palace, King Zhou ascended to the grand hall. The hall was majestic and luxurious, truly extraordinary. Before the hall, it was resplendent with five-colored gold; golden boys stood in pairs holding flags, jade maidens stood in pairs holding scepters. Jade hooks hung slanted, a half-wheel new moon suspended in mid-air; precious canopies fluttered, countless pairs of colorful phoenixes faced each other. By the emerald bed, all were dancing cranes and soaring phoenixes; fragrant sandalwood thrones, crafted with walking dragons and flying phoenixes. Waving extraordinary colors, not ordinary, golden incense burners emitted auspicious mist; purple mist rose, silver candles shone brightly.

  King Zhou was admiring the scenery of the imperial palace when a strong gust of wind suddenly blew up. It was this wind that triggered the opening of the Great Seal of Fate, reducing countless lives to ashes!

  Gentlemen, King Zhou is inside the inner palace of Nuwa Palace. How could there be such a strong gust of wind? It must be someone's doing!

  Only on the horizontal beam of the great hall, a figure emerged.

  This man, wearing a black robe, was as thin as a stick, with triangular eyes and a goat-like beard. He looked down at the King of Zhou with a sneer.

  "Hong Jun said that our Western sect will prosper in the future, but now except for me and my master brother, there are only a few disciples left, how can we prosper?! This calamity of sealing gods is a great opportunity, I'll just use some tricks to make the Eastern land restless, drag those two schools into it, mess up the sky and earth, let your blood flow like rivers, let your corpses pile up like mountains, and then I'll reap the benefits from both sides, lead people to the Western Extreme Bliss World, hehe, won't our Western sect be prosperous by then?!"

  The man on the beam is none other than Zhunti Daoren, the second patriarch of Western Religion!

  He didn't listen to the advice of the guide, and instead of staying in the wonderful Western land, he secretly ran to the Eastern land. Along the way, he saw the majestic mountains and forests of the Eastern land, with immortals everywhere, flourishing beyond compare. Thinking again about the desolation of the Western land, his emotions were complex, filled with jealousy and resentment. He carefully planned his next move, but King Zhou's journey had already fallen into his control.

  Zhun Ti Dao Ren is a saint's cultivation, dealing with these ordinary people is naturally easy as turning one's hand over.

  He saw him slightly raise his hand, a black awn shot into Zong Wang's Tianling, and Zong Wang's originally bright eyes suddenly became dazed.

  "Your Majesty!" Wu Cheng Wang Huang Feihu saw Zhou Wang's sudden change in breathing, hurried forward, and found that Zhou Wang's eyes were fixed on one place, his soul wandering, with a lustful and depraved look.

  Following the gaze of King Zhou, under the blowing of the dark wind, the sacred image of Nüwa appeared, with a beautiful and elegant appearance, colorful and magnificent, as if the fairy maiden from the Jasper Palace had descended to the mortal world, like Chang'e descending from the Moon Palace.

  Since the great king ascended to the throne, although he occasionally indulged in feminine charm, he was not a ruler who lost his way. He could distinguish between what was important and what was trivial. Why did he spy on the Queen of Heaven like this?

  King Zhou's eyes were dull and his mouth was watering, he ordered the attendants beside him: "Bring me the Four Treasures of the Study!"

  "Great King!" Huang Feihu called out in a low voice, Zhou Wang didn't hear or ask, took the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a poem on the wall with a flourish.

  The poem says: The phoenix and the luan bird's precious canopy is an extraordinary sight, all adorned with cleverly crafted golden mud. The winding distant mountains fly with emerald color, the fluttering sleeves reflect the sunset skirt. Pear blossoms bring rain to compete for beauty, peony flowers entwine smoke to show off their charming makeup, but only by being enchanting can they move and take back the joy of serving the king.

  A group of civil and military officials, after reading this poem, were so frightened that their souls flew away.

  The old prime minister, Shang Rong, couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in his heart and stepped forward to say: "Your Majesty! The Goddess Nuwa is the orthodox deity of ancient times and the benefactor of the imperial court. I beg Your Majesty to offer incense and pray for blessings, so that all people can live in peace and prosperity, with timely rain and favorable winds, and an end to war and strife. Now, Your Majesty has composed a poem that blasphemes the sacred and lacks sincerity; this will incur the wrath of the gods and is not the proper etiquette for a monarch's visit and prayer. I implore you, sire, to wash your hands of this, lest the people of the empire see it and spread the word that the emperor lacks virtue and good governance!"

  My goodness! Who is Nuwa, you little scoundrel? Haven't you been foolish enough to write such obscene poems?!

  King Zhou turned around, still with a dull gaze, and said: "I see that Nüwa's appearance has an otherworldly beauty, so I wrote a poem to praise her. What else could I have meant? You shouldn't speak nonsense! Besides, as the Son of Heaven, I left it for the people to see, so they can behold your extraordinary beauty. It was just my last stroke of the brush."

  After saying this, he burst out laughing and walked away with a swagger.

  "What a disaster! What a disaster! How can the great king become so abnormal today!" Merchant Rong and Huang Feihu, you look at me, I look at you, both of us are stunned.

  As for other ministers, they couldn't tell what was going on and although they were indignant, they could only remain silent.

  The ceremony was hastily completed, and King Zhou mounted the dragon carriage and set off back to the palace. Only when he got on the carriage did he slightly come to his senses.

  "Your Majesty, this poem is really not suitable for today." Shang Rong followed behind the imperial carriage, shaking his head and sighing.

  The king of Zhou was dazed and confused, only vaguely remembering what had just happened. Being young and vigorous, he didn't think much about it and simply went to sleep after doing what he did.

  "Haha, I leave a seed of evil in your soul, little Emperor, the great cause of our Western teachings depends on you. Haha, my mission is accomplished! My mission is accomplished!" With that, the figure of Zhuanti disappeared into thin air with a wicked laugh, leaving behind only an echo.

  And so, the Goddess Nüwa was not in the Palace of Nüwa that day, but had gone to Huayun to pay her respects to Fuxi, Yandi and Xuan Yuan. After discussing the heavens and earth with great enthusiasm, she returned to the palace, descended from the green phoenix, sat in the hall, raised her head to see the poem on the wall, and suddenly became furious!

  "This tyrannical and benighted ruler! He doesn't think about cultivating his character and virtue to bring peace to the world; instead, he's not afraid of Heaven and slanders me with poetry. It's truly detestable! I wish to become like Tang who overthrew Jie and became king of the world, enjoying a reign of over 600 years, until my destiny is fulfilled; if I don't give him some retribution, my spirit will not be at peace!"

  The Queen Mother was a sacred person of high antiquity, with merits beyond measure, and inviolable. Seeing that the insignificant King Zhou had actually been licentious towards her, she naturally became angry, summoned the Blue Cloud Boy, set up the cloud chariot, and rushed straight to Zhaoge to settle accounts with King Zhou.

  Arriving in the sky above Chao Ge, the Goddess Nuwa was about to descend and take the life of King Zhou, but saw two red lights blocking her way.

  Parting the clouds, I saw two children playing below, who were Zhou Wang's sons Yin Jiu and Yin Hong.

  The girl pinched her fingers and calculated, then let out a soft sigh: "This Shang Dynasty still has twenty-eight years of prosperity, it's not the right time yet."

  With that, she had no choice but to return in a huff to the Palace of the Queen of Heaven, where she grew angrier by the minute. She summoned the Jade Boy and had him bring out the golden gourd from the palace, which she placed on the alchemical stove. Lifting the lid of the gourd with one hand, she pointed inside with the other; a white light burst forth, as large as a beam, rising four or five rods high. Above the light appeared a banner, its colors dividing into five hues that shimmered and shone in a thousand ways: it was the Precious Banner for Summoning Spirits of the Primordial Heaven.

  This banner controls all the demons below the level of Tianxia Daluo, no matter where they are or what kind of demon they are. As long as Niangniang moves it slightly, those demons will be summoned over there involuntarily.

  "Recruit!" The Goddess Nüwa waved this flag three times, and instantly the world shook, and the monsters responded.

  With a flash, heh heh, it's just right to let that despicable person come out and cause some trouble, making the three realms a mess! ### First update is here!