PDLP Chapter 148 Two national gods?
Chapter 148 Two national gods?
Seeing Shen Yubao's cute little appearance from afar, Yi Qianhuan almost laughed out loud.
In fact, even if Shen Yubao didn't do this, she knew that Ji Chilian was helping Yi Mobao.
Otherwise, according to Ji Chilian's personality, I'm afraid he wouldn't have taken action at the beginning.
Moreover, no matter what the punishment was, she believed her son could do it.
"Mobao, today's incident was caused by you. No matter what choice you make, mother will support you." Yi Qianhuan's voice was soft, and her eyes were full of encouragement when she looked at Yi Mobao.
"Mother, I want to give it a try. Lord Governor, I agree with you. If Helian Ziyu is really the national god, and I cannot mobilize the flames of the heroic spirits, I will plead guilty." Yi Mobao insisted and asked Bei Yunting: "Your Majesty, please give me a chance and don't let the heroic spirits down!"
"Father." At this time, Princess Lianhe, who had been quiet all the time, spoke up, "Young Master Mobao once saved my life. He is indeed extraordinary and would not speak without authorization. Please give him a chance to prove himself."
Seeing that all the people around him who had been opposing and talking about it had shut their mouths without exception, Yi Qianhuan understood clearly that Princess Lianhe's status in the eyes of the people was definitely not low.
However, she never thought that Princess Lianhe would actually stand on their side and speak.
Then Princess Lianhe was discovered looking at Ji Chilian.
A sense of understanding came to his mind, and Yi Qianhuan quietly waited for Bei Yunting's reaction.
Bei Yunting finally nodded: "Now that I have said this, you also know the consequences, so let's give it a try."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yi Mobao said, and when he raised his foot and walked towards the formation, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Just now he felt pain because of the reaction of the heroic spirits, and now he stepped forward to prove that what he said was right.
This action made him feel relieved, and made him more convinced that what he did was right.
"Brother Mo, you'd better be careful with these flames." Helian Ziyu warned hypocritically, and the look he gave Yi Mobao was as if poisoned.
He didn't believe that these heroic spirits who had been dead for hundreds of years would still give Yi Mobao face.
Even if what Yi Mobao suspected was true, as long as Yi Mobao could not prove it, he would still be the national god and his status would not change.
Lin Wanyue supported Helian Xiujin and looked at Yi Mobao with disdain in her eyes.
Everyone present was silent as they watched Yi Mobao walk onto the stage.
The flames on the formation were much weaker than before, with only a few scattered on the formation.
Yi Mobao looked deeply, bent down and stroked the lines on the formation: "My fellow ancestors and heroes, I know you have been wronged. If you don't want to worship Helian Ziyu as a god, please show your spirit!"
Yi Mobao's words were sonorous and powerful, and they spread throughout the entire square.
However, the flames on the entire formation did not react.
These flames seemed to have lost their vitality and were no longer as active as before.
Yi Mobao indeed no longer felt the fluctuations of the heroic spirits.
Just when he was about to give it a try, a stone suddenly flew out from the crowd and hit him on the forehead.
"Mobao!" Yi Qianhuan's heart suddenly lifted up, and a scarlet murderous light appeared in his phoenix eyes.
The stone just now was thrown from the crowd, and for a moment she couldn't find who did it.
"Who threw the stone?" The woman glanced coldly at the crowd and asked slowly, word by word.
"So what if I hit your son? Who allowed your son to act so pretentiously and disrespectfully here? He deserves to be hit!"
This one statement caused a huge uproar, and other people followed suit one by one.
"That's right! At first I thought that what Yi Mobao said was true, but now it seems that Yi Mobao just wanted to throw dirty water on the National God because he was jealous of him!"
"Yi Mobao is insulting the national god. Everyone can teach him a lesson for such a disloyal and unrighteous person!"
"Get out of here now, don't embarrass yourself here!"
There was a sharp look in Yi Qianhuan's eyes.
No matter what, she couldn't allow anyone to hurt her son!
"Mother——!"
Just when Yi Qianhuan was about to take action, Yi Mobao called out to her loudly.
He restrained his actions forcefully, with pity in his eyes, Yi Qianhuan looked towards Yi Mobao.
"Mother, don't be impulsive. I can handle this problem myself." After the blood spots on his forehead dripped onto the formation, Yi Mobao clearly felt the emotional fluctuations of the heroes in the formation.
In stark contrast to the misery and desolation just now, what he felt at this moment was the anger from the heroic spirits.
The heroic spirits in these formations were angry about his injury!
Just as this thought came to Yi Mobao's mind, he saw the weak flame that was originally dying suddenly exploded!
In the cold flames, blood-like lines appeared, and like a wave, they rushed towards the crowd and swept up one of the young men.
The young man's body was burned the moment he came into contact with the flames. He was swept into the air by the flames and screamed in fear: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have smashed the stone. Please spare me, my lords, please spare me!"
The Heroic Flame then threw the injured man heavily to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, flames blasted towards the crowd around them, targeting the people who had just spoken rudely.
The people were frightened and panicked. They knelt on the ground screaming and begging for mercy.
Although the heroic flame was fierce, it would not harm the people who apologized sincerely. It just swept past them in a deterrent manner, and then returned to Yi Mobao's side.
At this time, all the heroic flames changed their appearance, transforming into harmless rabbits, cats, dogs and other small animals condensed from flames, which kept surrounding Mo Bao.
Yi Mobao looked at these flames, and his whole heart was moved by the emotions of these flames.
These flames all like themselves very much.
The moment he realized this, Yi Mobao's mouth curled up into a smile uncontrollably.
He was like the master of these heroic flames, caressing them in full view of everyone.
Everyone was dumbfounded, watching the ferocious flame become so well-behaved and gentle in Yi Mobao's hands!
"What Yi Mobao said is actually true... Moreover, he can also control the flames of heroic spirits. Isn't this something that only the reincarnation of a national god can do?"
"What is going on? Two reincarnations of national gods appeared?"
"This is impossible! There is only one reincarnation of the national god, and that is Helian Ziyu! You just saw that the flames around Helian Ziyu turned into a fire dragon. This is the most favorable evidence to prove his identity!"
"That's right, maybe Yingling Flame just happened to like Yi Mobao. This only proves that Yi Mobao is extraordinary, but his status is still not as good as the reincarnation of the national god!"
Everyone started talking at once, which made Helian Ziyu's heart, which was about to jump out of his chest, calm down.
That’s right, he doesn’t need to worry, because Yi Mobao can’t be the real national god!
He couldn't believe that there could be such a coincidence in this world!