Can I enter the Shushan game?

While Bashan Yixia had a bad feeling in his heart, he hurriedly ordered his subordinates: "Quick, monitor this typhoon closely and be sure to get the latest updates on it."

After giving the order, his brows furrowed tightly.

No, absolutely not!

How could that happen again?

If such an unreasonable thing happens twice in a row, is there any justice?

The Prime Minister of Plaster and the ministers were also full of disappointment when they heard the report of the typhoon's split and turn.

"Why did it suddenly turn around?"

"Damn it, why is this happening? This is a good show."

"what a shame."

When Bashan Yixia heard these leaders' words, his face looked nervous.

Didn’t any of these leaders realize that the scene before them seemed familiar?

"Bashan, why do you look so ugly?" The prime minister noticed his abnormality.

Several other leaders also looked over, looking equally puzzled.

Bashan Yixia's face was ugly. He didn't dare to hide this kind of thing, so he immediately said: "Master Xiang, several leaders, I am worried that the typhoon will come towards our plaster, because this kind of thing has happened before, there was a typhoon before It was heading towards Namin City, but in the end it changed direction and came towards us, and it split into two."

After hearing this, the prime minister and several senior officials realized that this was indeed the case.

They didn't react just now, but now they all remembered it after the lecture.

This is impossible, right?

Want to come again?

The prime minister hurriedly ordered: "Quick, quick, monitor that typhoon and report in real time."

How dare the person in charge of the satellite monitoring department hesitate? Everyone took action immediately and monitored the typhoon with all their strength.

Bashan Yixia and these people also stared nervously at the typhoon.

They could still understand the diagram of the typhoon splitting process, and watched helplessly as the typhoon slowly split apart.

At the same time, the positions of the two typhoons also began to move and turn.

I don’t know how long this process took.

They didn't dare leave at all.

But as time went by, their faces became increasingly ugly.

Because the typhoon turned more and more towards their plaster in the process of splitting.

Finally, two typhoons formed, and then began to move towards them quickly.

They were all dumbfounded.

…

Fujian City.

Mr. Chu and the others also saw that the typhoon split into two, and they could feel it through the surrounding wind force that the typhoon was moving away from Fujian City.

"Quickly monitor the current direction of this typhoon." Mr. Chu immediately ordered.

"It should be the same as last time. I have to remove the plaster." President Wu smiled and said, "This Feng Shui array seems to have a fixed procedure. The process is the same every time, so the next step should be the same."

Although Chairman Wu said this, the people in the satellite monitoring department also carried out the matters arranged by Mr. Chu very seriously.

Not long after, accurate news came: "Mr. Chu, the typhoon is indeed heading towards Plaster."

"Okay!" Mr. Chu directly clenched his fist and waved, and at the same time told Cheng Jian: "You can go ahead and let the diplomats make a draft. Remember to send them a message as soon as possible to express condolences to them, and For humanitarian purposes, we will donate some money to help them.”

"Okay, Mr. Chu, I will also have someone publish this good news online again so that the people will be happy." Cheng Jianxin smiled and immediately picked up his phone to make arrangements.

Killing someone is not heart-breaking.

Who wouldn't.

Mr. Chu looked at the feng shui stone again, and it was already bright.

This can be said to be a real sea-suppressing artifact.

"President Wu, how about we take care of the Feng Shui Stone and Zhen* Tower from now on?" Mr. Chu also immediately suggested.

"Of course that's the best." President Wu is not stupid. Since this person proposed it, how could he refuse?

Not long after, under Cheng Jianxin's arrangement, Fujian City ushered in a typhoon, and the news that the typhoon suddenly turned again swept the Internet.

Wang Yang drove his sports car to the company as usual. He had no desire to fight in life. After all, his monthly pocket money was 10 million, and the group shares given to him by his family were worth one billion.

He still held the position of vice president in the group. When he entered the company, he saw many employees gathered around to watch a news item during the break.

This made him curiously ask: "What are you looking at?"

An employee hurriedly explained: "Mr. Wang, I was watching the news. A typhoon came to Fujian City. But before the typhoon reached Fujian City, it split into two, and then turned to remove plasters."

"Isn't this old news?" Wang Yang was confused. He remembered this news. It was very popular at the time. He had read the news.

The employee hurriedly said: "Mr. Wang, it's not the original one, it's a new typhoon that has split again and turned to plaster again."

"What?" Wang Xiang became interested now.

Is there such a thing?

All of a sudden, other people were surprised and said:

"I think it's because of the Zhen* Tower that the typhoon can't get in!"

"Yes, they say that the Zhen* Tower can suppress the sea. It is not easy to deal with a typhoon."

"That's true, Zhen*Lou is awesome!"

Not only people like Wang Yang, but also many people on the Internet have seen the news.

At first, they also thought that the typhoon split and turned into plaster was news before. When it was confirmed that it was new news, everyone was excited and even more shocked.

In the past, people thought it was a joke to talk about the Fujian town building. But now that this happens twice in a row, it is not a joke, but the town building is really powerful.

While the domestic Internet is boiling, things are bleak on the plaster side.

Netizens of Plaster also soon learned that two typhoons were heading towards them again, which made them suddenly feel depressed.

Why are they again?

Under such depression, they began to target Bashan Yixia and other senior officials.

"Let them pray like that president."

"Yes, let them show their attitude."

"Let's march together and let them pray. It works for Nepal and Indonesia, so why is it useless for us?"

"..."

Originally, the gods were destroyed and Futu Mountain was gone. Everyone was suffocating in their hearts, but now they had an outlet to vent their anger.

In the satellite surveillance department.

Bashan Yixia, Prime Minister Xiangyao, and the senior officials also quickly received the news.

"What should we do in this situation now?" Although the prime minister was asking, his eyes were fixed on Bashan Yixia, and his meaning was obviously obvious.

Bashan Yixia could only say: "Master, maybe this is also a way. Faorati of Niyin did turn the typhoon through prayer. We can also try it. We also have Amaterasu."

"We just learned how to build an Amaterasu temple and an altar on the seaside. I took people to pray. There is no reason why our Amaterasu should not bless us. There is no reason why we can't do the same thing."

Apparently, he didn't know that his Amaterasu had been hung in a tower.

But the Prime Minister of Plaster actually agreed with this matter: "You should arrange someone to do this immediately."

Indeed, since such mysterious and mysterious things have happened, there is no reason why they can't do it.

Therefore, when the public was in an uproar about the plaster, an official news spread that the official would build an Amaterasu temple and altar on the seaside. At that time, many leaders, including Bashan Yixia, would pray on the altar. God Amaterasu bless us and let the typhoon go away.

As soon as this news came out, people in the plaster industry thought of what happened in Niyin. It was obvious that there was something outrageous, but many people in the plaster industry actually got involved and contributed money and efforts.

Under such circumstances, the Amaterasu Temple and altar were built in just 2 days.

The typhoon is coming soon at this time.

Bashan Yixia and several senior officials quickly led people to the altar and began to pray.

Moreover, there were many people participating in the plastering ceremony, almost enthusiastically, and the seaside was packed with people praying together.

They want to replicate what happened in Nepal.

This incident naturally spread internationally, but this time, uninformed people did not laugh at the plaster like they had previously laughed at Niyin.

After all, there is a successful precedent in Nepal and India. Who knows whether the same thing will happen here in plaster?

Faorati from Nepal also received the news, and he directly mocked: "Is the person who made this plaster a fool? He actually learned from us, not knowing that we already know the answer?"

All the countries in the Divine Prison Alliance also received the news, and they were also a little gloating about the misfortune.

They knew very well that the Niyin incident could not be reproduced by Plaster because it did not have the consent of Qingfengguan.

Shortly after.

Guo Lin also received the report in Qingfeng Temple, and his face was filled with astonishment.

He did not expect that people like Plaster would imitate Niyin in building Amaterasu temples and altars.

He really wants to tell the other party that your Amaterasu has been imprisoned by him.

Naturally, the person who applied the plaster didn’t know why.

Because under the leadership of senior officials like Bashan Yixia, the people along the coast are united.

Even under the influence of a typhoon, heavy rain fell and everyone's clothes got wet, but no one left.

"Mr. Bashan, do you think this method is really feasible?" An official couldn't help but asked, because he could already see the typhoon.

"Everyone works together and prays to Amaterasu. We will be able to do it. Our foundation is stronger than that of Nepal." Bashan Yixia looked at the sweeping typhoon with a firm face.

I pray in my heart at the same time, Amaterasu, please save your believers.