Chapter 138: The Sorrow of the Heavenly Listener

Chapter 138: The Sorrow of the Heavenly Listener

Chapter 138: The Sorrow of the Heavenly Listener

Creator Xiaowu stayed at Chen's house and gradually became anxious.

"Two days, two days at most! Xiao Shi must be killed in these two days and burned for Dad!"

His handsome face was distorted and hideous. He followed Chen Shi to steal melons from old lady Wuzhu's field. He thought, "Kill Chen Shi first, then kill the troublemaker Gouzi! Should I kill that little guy named Li Tianqing? No need to kill him first, he can wash clothes. Let him live so that he can wash clothes for me. If he can't wash them clean, I'll kill him!"

He was getting excited thinking: "Where is Wuzhu? Should I kill Wuzhu or not... Well, if I kill Wuzhu, this old woman will go to the underworld. My father will definitely be unhappy and blame me for being unfilial. I will burn him an old body..."

He thought about it carefully and decided not to kill him and spare Wuzhu's life.

"Squat down!" Chen Shi whispered.

Creator Xiaowu squatted down quickly, and the two of them squatted in the melon field and watched quietly.

I saw old lady Wuzhu patrolling the melon field as if she had noticed something.

Creator Xiaowu's heart was pounding. He felt that this scene was somewhat as exciting as when he and his father Chen Yin were in the ghost and god realm of Despair Hill, avoiding the inspection of the gods.

Under the huge statue on Despair Hill, he was hiding here and there just like Dad Mouse, and those huge gods had eyes as sharp as torches, illuminating everything. From time to time, they would stick their heads under the statue to search for their traces!
Old lady Wuzhu, leaning on a walking stick, inspected her melon field like the god of Despair Hill, giving him the same sense of excitement!
Suddenly, Old Lady Wuzhu laughed and said, "It turned out to be a civet. I thought it was Mr. Chen. Go, go quickly! If Mr. Chen sees you, you will be on the table tonight!"

Old Lady Wuzhu drove away the badger and left the melon field.

Chen Shi and Creator Xiaowu each held a watermelon and walked out of the melon field carefully.

The badger came back to steal melons again, but Chen Xiucai rushed forward, killed it with one punch, and carried it home.

Chen Shi gave the badger to Hei Guo to wash and skin it clean, cooked in the evening, and went out with the creator Xiao Wu to Yudai River to fish.

But there are not many fish in the river, and no fish has been caught for a long time.

Creator Xiaowu ran out of patience. He raised his hand and blasted a bolt of lightning into the river. Suddenly, hundreds of fish on the river surface turned up their white bellies.

The two of them hurriedly fished out the fish, and Chen Shi said, "There are too many fish, catch them all and give them to the villagers."

Creator Xiaowu was puzzled and asked, "Why give it to them? Is there any benefit?"

Chen Shi explained: "When you plant melons in a melon field, you need to fertilize, weed, loosen the soil, and water frequently, so that the melons can grow better and produce more. The same goes for the villagers. You can't drain the pond to catch fish and exploit them all at once. You need to give them some benefits from time to time, such as giving them some fish, a cow, a pig, etc., so that the villagers will be more motivated and the melons will grow better. In the future, you can make more money by exploiting the villagers."

Creator Xiaowu was stunned and wanted to refute him, but what he said made sense.

"Heresy!" He thought for a moment and said with disdain.

The two men collected the fish and delivered them door to door.

When the villagers saw the village tyrant coming to deliver fish, they were extremely honored and grateful. Chen Shi borrowed some green onions and coriander. When the two of them returned home, Gou Zi was already stewing badger and Li Tianqing was helping to boil the pot.

"We can do it tonight!"

Creator Xiaowu thought, "In the dead of night, kill Xiaoshi first, then kill Gouzi, and then send all the villagers to the underworld to accompany Dad, leaving only Old Lady Wuzhu behind!"

When he thought of happy things, his eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

When Chen Shi saw him smile, he was also very happy.

In the evening, Chen Shi released Sang Yu and still let her guard Huangpo Village.

But Sang Yu was still a little unhappy, because it was so comfortable to stay on Chen Shi's shrine. She sat on the shrine, burning incense while the righteousness of heaven and earth washed her body, which made her cultivation level rise rapidly.

There is no such benefit if we go back to the tree.

"I wonder if the young master will take me into the small temple tomorrow." She thought to herself.

However, when Sang Yu saw Creator Xiao Wu, he was puzzled: "Why is he here?"

Others don’t recognize Creator Xiaowu, but she does.

Because Creator Xiaowu had been to Huangpo Village many times, as the godmother of Huangpo Village, she could naturally tell the difference between Creator Xiaowu and Chen Tang.

However, she had never heard of the evil deeds done by Creator Xiaowu, so she didn't take it to heart.

After dinner, Creator Xiaowu helped to wash the pots and dishes. Seeing Chen Shi still busy, he prepared basins of herbs and poured them into the pot. He wondered, "What is he doing? No matter what he does, I have a heart of stone. I will send him to see Dad tonight!"

Then he saw Hei Guo adding fuel to the fire in front of the small stove and boiling medicine, which made him even more puzzled.

After Gou Zi prepared the medicine, Chen Shi picked up the basin of black medicine with a strange smell and gulped it down.

"He's a foodie."

Seeing this, Creator Xiaowu secretly praised in his heart, "When roasting a goose, you have to prepare the seasoning first, stuff it into the goose's stomach while it's still alive, and marinate it from the inside. He knows how to marinate himself."

Chen Shi scooped the medicine from the big pot and poured it into a large vat, which was also placed on the fire.

He took off his clothes and soaked in the potion, while Black Pot lit a fire under the vat and added firewood.

Creator Xiaowu became more and more satisfied: "The inside should be marinated with flavor, and the outside should also be marinated with flavor, so that it will taste good."

Suddenly, he saw the green ghost hand on Chen Shi's chest. He was slightly startled, walked forward, and asked, "Xiao Shi, what's going on with this handprint on your chest?"

Chen Shi was touched to see that he cared about him. He wanted to keep a straight face, but he relaxed and said, "It's my disease. Haven't I been dead for ten years? In the past two years since I was resurrected, I have been sick frequently. I have to boil medicine every night, otherwise the green ghost hand on my chest will easily flare up and pinch my heart without letting go. I have died many times. Fortunately, my grandfather is at home and was able to save me."

Creator Xiaowu was silent for a moment and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Chen Shi said, "Sometimes the pain is so severe that it kills you."

Creator Xiaowu stared at the green ghost hand with a serious expression, and said, "Your grandfather can't solve it either?"

Chen Shi nodded slightly.

Creator Xiaowu reached out and touched the back of his head. There was a thumb-thick scar on the back of his head. The scar was bulging, like a big centipede lying on the back of his head.

"This is the scar left by cutting off my divine fetus."

Chen Shi smiled and said, "The wound has healed a long time ago. It doesn't hurt at ordinary times. It hurts a little when it rains, but it's bearable."

Creator Xiaowu exhaled a foul breath and said in a hoarse voice: "You have also suffered a lot, more than I have."

Chen Shi fell silent.

Creator Xiaowu saw ripples on the surface of the medicine jar, which were formed by water droplets hitting the water.

Chen Shi felt the care from the people around him. It was the first time he felt the love from his closest relatives since his grandfather passed away.

After he finished taking the medicinal bath, Creator Xiaowu stood behind the window lattice, looking out at the yard where Chen Shi was practicing the Seven Refinements of the Big Dipper with his bare chest.

This child's talent is obviously outstanding, but he still works harder than anyone else, which makes him feel ashamed.

The dog was dragging the medicine jar, pouring out the medicine in the jar, then bringing a basin of clean water to clean the jar.

Creator Xiaowu looked at this scene, his heart rising and falling like the tide.

After Chen Shi finished his practice, he fell asleep, and Li Tianqing also fell asleep in the west wing. Gouzi returned to the doghouse and slept on the black iron bullet.

Only Creator Xiaowu was still awake.

The moon was bright, and it was the right time for him to kill someone.

He flew up, passed through the window lattice, and came to the outside of Huangpo Village.

Outside Huangpo Village, seven strangely dressed Tianting people rode on cranes and landed outside the village.

These seven people are the Tianting people who are responsible for the affairs of the entire Xinxiang Province. Their power is much greater than that of the Tianting Apostles. Among the Tianting people, they rank above the Apostles.

The Heavenly Listeners are divided into five levels according to their status: Apostles, Deacons, Venerables, Venerable Kings, and Venerable Lords. Apostles are the lowest level and are responsible for gathering information from all sources, monitoring public opinion, and searching for abnormalities and changes.

The deacon is responsible for a county or a city, compiling and reporting various news, while the venerable is responsible for coordinating various major events occurring in a province.

There are sixty deacons and one venerable in Xinxiang Province.

For example, Chen Shi's casual suggestion to kill Tian Tingzhe was a trivial matter for Tian Tingzhe. They only needed to let the apostles closely monitor Chen Shi.

But the appearance of the Ming treasure ship was a big event, so many Tianting apostles came nearby. The Ming treasure ship went down the river and entered the vast dark sea. The people on the ship disappeared, so the nearby Tianting apostles came to monitor Chen Shi.

The apostles of Tianting have all disappeared these days, and no news has been received. That's why Tianting sent seven deacons to investigate.

These seven people landed and were distributed throughout Huangpo Village.

As soon as one of them landed on the ground, he saw big ears growing on the surrounding trees. Some big ones were two or three feet tall, and some small ones were about a foot tall. It was like there were many more wood ears in the woods after the rain.

As he walked forward, he saw trumpet-shaped ears growing on the ground, on the walls of the houses, on the roofs, as well as on the water tanks and rice jars.

Even Sang Yu's true body, the sacred tree, grew big ears!

Sang Yu was wondering at the changes in himself, but saw these ears quietly turning towards Chen Shi's home.

When the Tianting deacon had finished his plan, he saw a tall young man approaching him.

"Heaven listens and does things..."

Just as he said this, he suddenly felt dizzy and the next moment he was stuffed upside down into the mouth of Creator Xiaowu, with only his legs left outside.

The other five deacons of Tianting immediately turned their ears in the direction where the deacon was killed and listened carefully.

They were quite far apart and could not see each other with the naked eye, so they could only distinguish each other by sound.

"I hate you peepers the most." They heard a strange voice.

The next moment, another Tianting deacon saw a young man walking towards him.

Among the seven deacons, one of them happened to fall on a loess hill. As soon as he landed on the ground, he fell to his knees with a plop, covered in cold sweat.

The yellow earth was like the sky, pressing down on him, making him unable to move.

The other six Tianting deacons were much luckier and did not fall near the loess hill.

When the Creator Xiaowu ate the six Tianting Deacons, he was still alive, but he was unable to mobilize magic and didn't know what was happening outside.

When he heard footsteps, he looked up and finally saw Creator Xiaowu walking towards him.

"Shh-"

His world fell into darkness.

"It's Xiaowu. I was wondering who was wandering outside so late at night." Zhu Xiucai's voice came from the loess hill.

"A talented teacher?"

Creator Xiaowu stopped and looked at Zhu Xiucai who was hanging under the old willow tree.

Zhu Xiucai said, "Xiaowu, you haven't been here for a long time. Where have you been all these years?"

Creator Xiaowu said: "I committed a crime and was suppressed by my father. Is my father really dead?"

Zhu Xiucai nodded gently and said, "He is really dead. He used the corpse refining method to turn himself into a zombie, and then used water and fire to refine himself so that he would not decay. He was illuminated by the moonlight, and his evil nature was aroused. He could not suppress it, so he could only hide in the underworld."

Upon hearing this, Creator Xiaowu felt a little less sad. He smiled and said, "So this is how you die."

He was in a good mood and said, "The ears of the True God of Heaven always stretch too far. I don't like it. I will go cut off his ears in Xinxiang."

He leaped up and turned into a sword light and flew away.

Zhu Xiucai watched him disappear into the darkness and whispered, "The Creator Xiaowu's return to the world is probably not a good thing! This guy has no idea of ​​good and evil. When he does evil, he's probably worse than a demon! He should be at the disaster level, right?"

Venerable Tianting of Xinxiang Province was still waiting in his mansion for news from the direction of Huangpo Village. However, no news came. At this time, an unusual sound was heard in the mansion.

He remained calm, but many tiny things came out from under his clothes.

They were little evil creatures with eight legs, and looked a bit like spiders, but they had a big ear on their backs and crawled very quickly.

They grew larger as they crawled, climbing up the walls, into the shadows of corners, on the roofs, on the pillars, hiding themselves and listening to every slightest movement around them.

"My ears can hear everything, even breathing, heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing, and the sound of wind blowing through the hair, so I can grasp all the movements of my opponent."

Venerable Tian Ting sat still and said calmly, "Anyone who fights me will be defeated as soon as they use their moves. There is no magic in the world that can escape my eyes and ears. No matter how well you hide, I can still control you."

He held a pen in his hand, without even raising his eyelids, and said calmly, "I know everything about you. You have no secrets in front of me. Why do you need to hide?"

Just as he finished speaking, Creator Xiaowu walked towards him and said in his ears, "So, you are more powerful than those noble kings?"

"Your Majesty?"

Venerable Tian Ting smiled slightly and said proudly, "Why would the king need to take action to deal with you?"

Creator Xiaowu hummed and said, "Twenty years ago, I killed four of your kings in Jinshan and hung them in the sky as food."

Venerable Tian Ting's face suddenly changed. Twenty years ago, four kings were hanging in the sky?

He was filled with fear, finally knowing who was in front of him.

"Crack!"

His neck was broken by Creator Xiaowu.

Creator Xiaowu pushed his body away and dug out the major events in Xinxiang recorded by Tiantingzhe over the years, and indeed found the Chen Shi volume.

He opened it and read it carefully. During these days, the listener faithfully recorded everything Chen Shi had done.

"This little guy's style of doing things is not like Chen Tang, but very similar to me."

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