Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Shangyuan City, in a small shop.

In the wine glass on Zhao Mu's table, the flames changed into more forms, attracting the little girl and the guests to cheer.

But no one knew that the Taoist priest in front of them had deceived the founding ancestor of the Lieyang Empire by means of deceiving the world just now.

In the image in the wine glass at this time, Zhou Yu Niang had completed the refining of the mirage demon.

And the power of the mirage demon had begun to quietly erode the national destiny of Lieyang, and this erosion was extremely secretive.

In addition to Zhao Mu's cover-up, unless Chu Jinghong mobilized all the national destiny at the same time, or returned to the royal ancestral temple, it would be impossible to detect that the national destiny had been divided.

"With the current situation of the Lieyang Empire, there shouldn't be any place where Chu Jinghong needs to mobilize all the national fortune, so the erosion of the national fortune by the mirage demon should be concealed for a long time."

"When Zhou Yu Niang's control over the national fortune becomes stable in the future, even if Chu Jinghong finds out again, he can't change anything."

"However, during this period of time, the Lieyang Empire must be made more chaotic. After all, only in this way can the Lieyang national fortune continue to fluctuate and better cover up the truth."

"In addition, the royal family temple must be dealt with again."

Zhao Mu thought about it, and his divine consciousness suddenly swept across Shangyuan City and found Wei Liang who was busy.

At this moment, Wei Liang, who was busy in the Shangyuan City Chamber of Commerce, suddenly heard Zhao Mu's voice in the void: "Wei Liang!"

"I'm here." Wei Liang immediately returned the greeting in the void.

"I heard that the Demon Cult army in the Frost Wind Plains proposed to surrender, and the court seemed to be willing to agree?"

"Indeed, the court is indeed prepared to agree to the Demon Cult's surrender. In this way, the court and the country should be calm for a while."

"It's not good for us if they are calm."

Zhao Mu pondered for a moment and said, "Give Mo He my order and let the Beehive find a way to spread the news that Prince Jing and Sun Miao Niang have colluded for a long time."

"In addition, the news that they fabricated the death of the army and raised private troops in the Frost Wind Plains should also be disclosed."

"Remember, it's not just rumors. Let the Beehive spread the evidence about these things. Make sure most people believe this fact. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand!"

Wei Liang bowed and replied.

"Well, continue to do your work."

After Zhao Mu finished speaking, his voice disappeared.

"What is the master going to do?"

"Once the news of the collusion between Prince Jing and Sun Miaoniang is leaked, the court will probably try every means to suppress it. Does the master not want Prince Jing to become powerful?"

"Forget it, how can I figure out the master's idea? I'd better just execute it."

Wei Liang shook his head and went to tell Mo He.

...

East China Sea, above the endless ocean.

Mo He walked on the sea and came to an empty sea area.

"Is this the Hanhai Continent?"

He raised his hand and touched the air in front of him, vaguely feeling a layer of transparent film standing between heaven and earth.

"I have heard that the master has built a paradise in the East China Sea. I don't know what it looks like?"

Mo He smiled slightly, stepped forward, and passed through the transparent barrier.

In an instant, it suddenly opened up. In the distance ahead, there was a huge land. A lush peach tree covered the entire continent with its crown.

When he saw the towering peach tree, Mo He suddenly felt a sense of intimacy from the inside out.

After all, he was also a god of incense, so seeing the incense peach wood would naturally give him a sense of intimacy.

He came to the Hanhai Continent today because he was actually invited by Zhao Mu.

First, he wanted to send the top-grade spiritual root rice seedlings obtained from the Xie family to Zhao Mu himself, and plant them in the spiritual plant garden of the Hanhai Continent for cultivation and repair;

Second, and most importantly, Zhao Mu wanted to help him establish a connection with the incense peach wood.

Mo He, the incense god, was different from the other incense gods under Zhao Mu.

Other incense gods were all canonized by Zhao Mu with the help of incense peach wood, and naturally had a connection with incense peach wood. Even if they were killed outside, they could rely on incense peach wood to revive.

But Mo He was different.

When Zhao Mu had not planted the peach tree, Mo He had already used a branch of incense peach wood left over from ancient times to achieve the position of a god.

Therefore, there is no connection between Mo He and the incense peach wood, so naturally he cannot rely on the latter to revive. Once he dies, he is really dead.

In recent years, many masters have emerged in the southern region. Zhao Mu also considered that Mo He's situation would become more and more dangerous if he was out, so he wanted Mo He to establish a connection with the incense peach wood to ensure his safety.

Mo He soared into the clouds and soon flew over the Hanhai Continent.

He could clearly feel that there were many incense gods like him on this continent.

It's just that the other party has the incense peach wood as a support, so the body is more solid than his and is not easily affected by external objects.

"The incense god without the support of the spirit tree is like a tree without roots, and there is always the danger of overturning. This old saying is indeed true."

Mo He sighed secretly and flew to

On the quiet country road, a little donkey was running happily.

And on the back of the little donkey, there was a lazy young Taoist priest lying.

The Taoist priest crossed his legs and took a sip from a wine gourd from time to time. Although it looked unconventional, it made people feel free and unrestrained.

"Greetings, Master!"

Mo He flew down and floated half a foot above the ground next to the donkey.

"Are you here?"

Zhao Mu glanced at him and said, "If you change your appearance, you will be floating in the air. People passing by will think you are a ghost when they see you."

"Uh...yes!"

Mo He quickly transformed into a donkey and sat on it: "My lord, are you traveling around the world?"

"That's right. I was a little bored practicing in the Heavenly Palace, so I came to the human world for a walk."

Zhao Mu took out a wine gourd and threw it to Mo He: "Recently, I disguised myself as a martial artist. I have made quite a name for myself in the martial arts world of this vast continent. Some people are thinking of recommending me to become a martial artist. Where is the leader?"

Is the dignified Taoist Wan Yu the leader of the martial arts alliance?

Seeing his proud look, Mo He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Nowadays, there are constant battles in the Southern Territory, with various forces intertwined, and a huge conflict may break out at any time.

But my lord is still in the mood to be here, playing around with a group of mortals, which is really enviable.

He shook his head and took out a long jade box: "My lord, here are the top-grade spiritual root rice seedlings, which I was asked to bring by Taoist Master Wan Yu."

"Well, give it to me."

Zhao Mu raised his hand casually, and the jade box disappeared out of thin air. Then, he took out a palm-sized temple and threw it to Mo He.

"This is a clone of the Three Thousand Temple, please keep it."

"Three Thousand Temples?"

Mo He took it and felt the strange sacred aura contained in the temple, and asked in surprise: "Is this a Shinto magic weapon?"