Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Feitian Pavilion.

Beautiful music flows in the yard.

Zhao Mu held the wine gourd and sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, leisurely watching the koi carps playing in the lake.

"Taoist Priest, three days are almost here. There is still no news from Lieyang City. I guess Chu Jinghong still doesn't plan to come."

Ming Huanyan's slender fingers slowly left the strings, and the aftertaste of the sound lingered in the yard.

She looked at Zhao Mu: "Taoist Priest, why do you have to let Chu Jinghong come in person? Is it for the sake of face, or do you want to kill him?"

Zhao Mu chuckled: "Haha, how much is face worth? A poor person is not so boring."

"As for killing him? If I want to kill him, I can just go to Lieyang City. There is no need to go to such trouble."

"Then what are you doing?"

"To make him bow to me."

Zhao Mu waved his hand, and the wine in the gourd suddenly spilled into the lake, causing a group of koi carps to rush for it.

Ming Huanyan scolded: "Taoist Priest, you have turned the koi carps in this lake into drunkards."

"You still don't want to. Pindao's wine is not ordinary. If you feed it a few times, you can raise a pool of little demons."

"Really?" Ming Huanyan's beautiful eyes lit up: "Hehe, then you can feed me more. From now on, my family will have a group of little demons to play with."

"Hmph, if you ask me to feed him more, I won't be willing to give it up."

"mean."

Ming Huanyan pouted: "Let's get down to business, Taoist Priest, it's not easy for you to make Chu Jinghong bow his head. Why don't you just go to Lieyang City and beat him half to death?"

"Haha, what you said about bowing your head is different from what Pindao said."

Zhao Mu raised his head and scanned the entire Feitian Pavilion: "Chu Jinghong cultivates the Destiny Dao Fruit, so he is closely involved in Lieyang's national destiny. To a certain extent, he is equivalent to the master of Lieyang's national destiny."

"So Pindao has already laid out the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun in Feitian Pavilion in advance."

"As long as Chu Jinghong enters Feitian Pavilion and agrees to Pindao's request, it will be equivalent to the national destiny of the entire Lieyang Empire bowing to me."

"When the time comes, Pindao will be able to do many things as he pleases without being too constrained by the national destiny."

"That's it." Ming Huanyan suddenly realized, and looked at Zhao Mu with eyes full of admiration.

As expected, this Taoist priest never does things without aim, and every step he takes is difficult for people to figure out.

A few more hours passed, and the three-day deadline finally arrived.

But Chu Jinghong still did not appear in Feitian Pavilion.

Zhao Mu stood up slowly and casually slung the wine gourd around his waist.

"Taoist?" Ming Huanyan looked puzzled.

"Haha, since Chu Jinghong won't come, Pindao will have no choice but to force him again. Let's see if he can resist this time?"

Zhao Mu chuckled and waved, and a small man as big as a grain of rice landed on the ground and quickly expanded into King Ming.

At this moment, King Ming's eyes were closed tightly, and he was obviously in a coma.

Zhao Mu squeezed the seal with his hand and directly activated the technique of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun arranged in the Feitian Pavilion.

Suddenly, waves of strange power filled the entire Feitian Pavilion like countless threads, and all extended to King Ming.

Then, Zhao Mu's eyes flashed with nine-colored brilliance, and a large number of worldly desires gathered from all directions and became entangled in those silk threads.

"Taoist Priest, what are you doing?" Ming Huanyan asked curiously.

Zhao Mu smiled: "Isn't Chu Jinghong cultivating the Destiny Dao Fruit? Then Pindao intercepted part of the national destiny and transferred it to King Ming. Haha, I lost part of the national destiny. I don't believe that Chu Jinghong is not in a hurry."

Although people with great supernatural powers have entered the realm of immortality, things like changing the destiny of the country are too complicated and immortals generally cannot do it.

But Zhao Mu had a trick.

National destiny is the destiny of a country, and a country is composed of people, so in essence, the strength and weakness of the national destiny is actually related to the people in the country.

On the other hand, the greed, anger, obsession, seven emotions and six desires of all living beings have converged into the desires of the mortal world.

In other words, desires in the world of mortals also depend on people for their existence.

Therefore, the fate of the country and the desires of the world may appear to be two completely different forces, but in fact they have the same source. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are brothers.

Therefore, many monks know that as long as they can control the desires of the mortal world, they can affect the destiny of the country to a certain extent.

It's just that ordinary monks, even those in the powerful immortal realm, cannot control the desires of the mortal world as they wish.

Therefore, it is a luxury for most monks to manipulate the destiny of the country.

But Zhao Mu can. His nine-color glazed incarnation can almost be said to be born for the desires of the mortal world.

Therefore, as long as he uses it properly, coupled with the technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun, and the identity of the Ming Dynasty royal family, he can transfer part of the national destiny.

As Zhao Mu's Seal Technique changed, more and more worldly desires were entangled in those silk threads.

Then, silk threads penetrated into King Ming's body, and the other end of the silk threads escaped into the void and began to pull the country's fate in the dark.

At this moment, the entire Southern Territory seemed to be trembling.

People suddenly felt extremely flustered, as if they had lost something important, but they couldn't figure out what they had lost?

Lieyang City.

In the square outside the palace, a large crowd of people knelt down in darkness.

These are all ministers of the DPRK.

And almost everyone in their family was kidnapped by Zhao Mu.

At this time, a group of ministers didn't care about their image at all. They all knelt there and cried bitterly, shouting loudly, wishing they could tear the sky apart.

"Shengzu, please help me. My father is already four thousand years old and can't stand it!"

"Yes, Shengzu, our Liu family has been loyal for generations and has devoted themselves to the Lieyang Empire. You can't just watch him die!"

"Your Majesty, please go and beg Shengzu. Do you really want to watch hundreds of loyal ministers being killed by that Wanyu Taoist?"

"It's hateful. My great Lieyang Empire has suppressed the southern land for thousands of years. How could it be humiliated like this? It's simply a disgrace to our ancestors!"

The crying and shouting made the whole palace a mess.

On the palace wall, the emperor looked at

"Forced to abdicate, this is forced to abdicate!"

The emperor gnashed his teeth in anger: "He Xun, you, the master of Jinxiu Hall, do you still want to do it? Didn't I order Jinxiu Hall to stop the officials from colluding?"

"Then why are they still gathered under the palace wall today?"

"They are crying bitterly, looking like they are begging me, but in fact they are forcing me. They are scolding me for being a tyrant!"

"Who gave them such courage? They are simply going to rebel!"