Chapter 821 Son of Destiny
sad!
desolate!

The melodies of the erhu echoed throughout the plain area outside the city of Chaoge.

King Wu Jifa and his millions of troops were immersed in this sad mood and unable to extricate themselves.

Even the third generation disciples of the Chan sect were tortured by the sad mood and unable to attack Wang Ming.

Yang Jian, the most amazing of the three generations of disciples of the Chan sect, had his magic power disrupted by what Wang Ming said, and was on the verge of going astray.

"What do you mean by conspiracy?" Yang Jian tried to stay awake and asked Wuming in the distance.

Wuming, who was playing the erhu at the gate tower of Chaoge City, smiled faintly when he heard this:

"Do you want to know?" Wuming asked.

"Of course!" If Yang Jian could beat Wuming at this moment, he would definitely get up and hit Wuming on the head.

Wuming nodded and said, "The secret cannot be revealed!"

"Cough cough!!!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian immediately coughed violently a few times due to the disordered magic power in his body.

Jiang Ziya finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he took out a small yellow flag and threw it into the sky.

The small yellow flag immediately released thousands of golden lotuses, which formed a golden light wall in front of the Xiqi army, weakening the nameless [inexplicable grief] desolate and sad mood.

Only the purest sad sound of the erhu strings penetrated the barrier formed by the golden lotus, and any magic-related energy in the sound waves was isolated.

Wuming (一`一) frowned and looked at it, his hand playing the erhu paused slightly, and then he started playing again.

Wang Ming knew Jiang Ziya's background very well.

What he took out was the central Wu Ji apricot yellow flag, one of the five innate flags.

Yuanshi Tianzun lent it to Jiang Ziya so that he could preside over the Conferred God Ceremony safely.

The central Wu Ji apricot yellow flag will show thousands of golden lotuses when unfolded. The golden lotuses will form a defense outside the body of the person holding the flag. That defense is unbreakable, all evils will retreat, and all magic weapons will not invade.

"Lei Zhenzi, Wei Hu, Nezha, Jinzha, Muzha, Li Jing, I order you to go and capture the villains ahead immediately." Jiang Ziya gave the order.

The three generations of disciples of the Chan sect looked at each other, and then set out to capture Wuming who was playing the erhu.

Wuming suddenly said, "Wait! Don't rush to do it! Let's talk!"

Jiang Ziya said coldly: "We have nothing to talk about."

Wuming shook his head and said, "Why don't we talk about Conferred Gods?"

Jiang Ziya snorted coldly and said, "I am the one who presided over the Conferred God Ceremony. What qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

Wuming shook his head and said, "Jiang Shang, Jiang Shang! Do you know that you are about to be in great trouble?"

Jiang Ziya's face darkened when he heard this: "You evil man, you are still trying to deceive the people with your lies."

Wuming immediately asked, "Jiang Ziya, do you still remember what your master told you to do when you came down the mountain?"

Jiang Ziya nodded and said, "Of course I remember. Master's teachings, Jiang Shang will never forget them for a moment."

Wuming shook his head again and said, "No wonder your master looked down on you. Although you remembered your master's words, you didn't think about them carefully."

Jiang Ziya looked at him unkindly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Wuming smiled and said, "You know whether you have any future in cultivating immortals, so you have set your sights on the way to the gods."

Jiang Ziya said noncommittally: "I have worked hard and survived many life-threatening situations. Am I not worthy of a godly position?"

Wuming shook his head and said, "Recall the original words your master told you to leave the mountain."

Although Jiang Ziya was unhappy with Wang Ming, he couldn't help but recall the past.
"You were born with a bad fate, and it is difficult for you to become an immortal. You can only enjoy the blessings of the world. When King Tang died, the Zhou Dynasty would rise. You can do the work for me, deify the gods and go down the mountain to assist the wise ruler. As a general, it is not in vain that you have practiced in the mountains for forty years. This is not a place for you to live for a long time, so you can pack up and go down the mountain early. You were born with a bad fate, and it is difficult for you to become an immortal. You can only enjoy the blessings of the world. When King Tang died, the Zhou Dynasty would rise. You can do the work for me, deify the gods and go down the mountain to assist the wise ruler. As a general, it is not in vain that you have practiced in the mountains for forty years. This is not a place for you to live for a long time, so you can pack up and go down the mountain early." Jiang Ziya recalled the words of Yuanshi Tianzun. Wuming smiled mysteriously: "Taste it carefully! Taste it carefully, taste it carefully!"

Jiang Ziya felt a little confused.

Wuming saw the puzzled look on Jiang Ziya's face, so he asked, "Did your master say that you can become a god?"

"Buzz————" Jiang Ziya's mind suddenly filled with a buzzing sound.

Wuming smiled slightly insincerely when he saw this.

Jiang Ziya is not very good in the way of immortality, but that doesn’t mean he is a waste.

They are definitely among the top people in terms of IQ. The reason why Jiang Ziya didn't notice anything was that he was just deceiving himself.

Unwilling to accept the painful blow of not being able to become a god due to hunger, he subconsciously avoided himself from thinking about it carefully.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?" Nezha ran to Jiang Ziya and pulled his sleeve.

Jiang Ziya was completely unaware, his eyes were empty and lifeless, his lips trembled as he muttered to himself:
"It is difficult to become an immortal, so you can only enjoy the happiness of the human world."

"It's hard to achieve! You can only enjoy the happiness of the world!"

Nezha pulled several times but failed to wake Jiang Ziya up. Finally, he shook his head and said to Li Jing: "Dad, this is bad! Another one has been called crazy."

The corner of Li Jing's mouth twitched. He looked at Ji Fa, who had the highest status now. He was about to ask Ji Fa for instructions on what to do.

“Bliss on earth!”

"Only! Only~ Only enjoy it! Only enjoy it! Ah~~"

Jiang Ziya suddenly started shouting loudly, and finally he became so angry that he spat out blood.

In an instant, Jiang Ziya, who had been full of energy, became listless.

"Uncle Master!"

"Father!"

The central camp of the Xiqi army was in chaos again.

Jiang Ziya, who was surrounded by everyone, waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Although Jiang Ziya suffered considerable damage to his body after spitting out the blood, he regained consciousness.

"How do you know that I cannot be deified?" Jiang Ziya stood up with the help of others and asked Wuming.

"Uncle-master! Stop talking to Wuming. Senior Brother Yang Jian is right. If you want to make an enemy of this guy, just fight him as soon as you meet him." Mu Zha said.

"No!" Jiang Ziya almost shouted.

"I want to know the answer, Wuming, tell me."

Wuming looked at the nearly insane Jiang Ziya and thought to himself that his goal had been achieved.

Jiang Ziya’s behavior is actually very reasonable. How long can an old man in his seventies or eighties enjoy the happiness of the world?
The pursuit of immortality for sixty or seventy years is his most fundamental obsession.

Isn’t it the same for Wang Ming?
Wuming said: "Do you know that your luck is very strong?"

Jiang Ziya asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Do you know how many times you died from Xiqi to Chaoge?"

"Your strong luck allows you to turn danger into fortune no matter how many times you encounter danger. You are the son of luck in this era."

(End of this chapter)