I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 498 The Secret Realm of the Lost

Come out of the tea restaurant.

Zheng Manjing's temperament instantly changed from a gentle, virtuous, and pitiful weak woman to a powerful queen who commanded a country.

She is indeed such a character!

In Ceylon, where Buddhism is revered, she enjoys lofty status and power as a Buddhist woman.

She turned back and glanced at the woman who followed her out.

"Hu Meizi!" She sneered gently, with mockery flashing in her agate-like eyes.

However, the latter met her eyes without any sign of weakness.

"I know you!" He Rourou said slowly: "Her Royal Highness the Princess of Ceylon!"

"Do you know me?" Zheng Manjing couldn't help but become serious.

Ceylon is a Buddhist country, and the social atmosphere is extremely conservative.

Values are stuck in the pre-industrial era.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Ceylon is surrounded by enemies on three sides and must unite all forces in the country to ensure its own security.

Therefore, in Ceylon, members of the royal family, especially female royal members, generally do not appear in public.

Even though she is a Buddha girl, most people only hear her name but never see her in person.

She herself has been practicing in the pagoda.

He rarely interacts with the outside world.

So...

Is this woman also a high-level official in a certain country?

He Rourou squinted her eyes and looked at Zheng Manjing.

She chuckled: "A mere princess, dare to compete with me for the master?"

For her who already knows the greatness of her master.

He Rourou knew very well that every time she got close to her master, she had to take huge risks.

and……

She understood that the great master would definitely have many slaves who wanted to be him.

Even a god, if he knew how great he was, would cry and want to be his pet.

Just like the cat goddess.

Therefore, the cruel and bloody competition for the position next to the master is probably unimaginable.

The princess of this small country came over desperately.

I really don’t know how to write the word death!

Zheng Manjing frowned: "You call me Master Buddha?"

"Buddha?" He Rourou laughed loudly and used her spiritual power to communicate: "Stupid woman! How do you know the greatness of the master!?"

Then she walked away.

How can such a shallow human being know the greatness of his master?

Buddha?

hehe!

……………………

Half past twelve noon.

Lingpingan sat in the corner of the bus.

He was still thinking about what happened in the morning.

Zheng Manjing, He Rourou...

Thinking of the two girls saying goodbye happily.

He frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

Although she has prosopagnosia, she cannot tell the difference between beauty and ugliness.

But he still has common sense.

In the past twenty years, he has always been unlucky with women.

Therefore, it can basically be ruled out that he is "more beautiful than Pan An".

At that time, he had not thought about it.

But now, looking back, this question has emerged.

"Zheng Manjing may be able to explain it with her aunt's praise..."

As a little girl, I have never seen people with sinister hearts and simple minds who do whatever others say.

"But... He Rourou is not simple!"

"She knows me..." Lingpingan blinked.

It's a pity that he can't remember when he met the other party at all.

"Could it be..." As the author of an online article, he suddenly thought: "Is it someone I or my parents donated to? Now that they have grown up, they are here to repay their kindness?"

This possibility is not impossible.

It's just too small.

"Or someone I used to know at school?"

Thinking about it, he had a headache.

"Forget it...I don't want to anymore..." He shook his head: "They went to start a business anyway...there may not be a chance to see them again in the future!"

At this time, the bus drove from the main road into a bluestone road with pines and cypresses planted on both sides.

The speakers in the car began to play solemn music.

There was a bass voice singing slowly.

"Cover the Fu Gantang, don't cut it, don't cut it, it's what Zhao Bo did!"

"Cover the Fu Gantang, don't cut it, don't break it, call the uncle to rest!"

"Cover the Fu Gantang, don't cut the jian, don't bow, as Uncle Zhao said!"

This is "Gantang" from the Book of Songs.

It is also the statutory anthem of the Council of Ministers and Officials of the Daxia Federation and Empire.

so……

Lingpingan turned his head and looked out the window.

A series of quaint classical brick and wood buildings come into view.

Unlike the cookie-cutter modern skyscrapers, these buildings are generally very short.

The highest possible level is about three floors.

Look at these ancient buildings with a history of two hundred or even three hundred years.

Lingpingan also slowly laughed.

Because he remembered something.

That was when I was very young, probably in elementary school.

The teacher asked the students: What do you want to do when you grow up?

It is different from my classmates who all want to be soldiers/doctors/scientists and other high-level aspirations.

Lingpingan said at the time: "When I grow up, I want to become a representative of the Qing Dynasty and pray for the people!"

At that time, the teachers were shocked.

I still remember that he received a comment that he had "little ambition".

It is already remarkable for a child of any age to be able to tell the difference between a scientist/soldier/doctor and a representative of the Qing Dynasty.

Not to mention, at such a young age, he actually had the concept of ‘asking for orders for the people’.

He is truly a prodigy!

pity……

Lingpingan lowered his head: "I have hurt Zhongyong after all!"

Now, let alone plead for the people.

It would be nice if you don’t cause trouble to others!

However, he finally came here.

The core of power in the entire world.

It is said to be the palace that controls the lifeline and rise and fall of the world.

The Daxia Federal Empire, the Council of Ministers and Officials.

Moreover, he is about to enter the Zhou Hall, which is known as 'the real power in the world'.

The Council of Ministers and Officials has two levels.

Among them, state pastoral representatives are allocated equal quotas according to administrative districts.

Moreover, because of this division method, overseas kingdoms, especially those with large sparsely populated areas such as the Western Song Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty, were not very satisfied. In the Western Song Dynasty, some sparsely populated governor-general/states may have even the entire governor-general/state. There are only a few seats.

Therefore, slowly, the importance of the state pastoral representative continued to increase.

They have become deliberative bodies that actually hold legislative and budget review powers.

Moreover, the state pastoral representative is particularly interesting.

They are produced in different ways.

State pastoral representatives have fixed seats and are allocated to designated systems.

Such as education, medical care, science, industry.

According to the constitution, each governorate/state must have a representative from a designated profession.

Moreover, seats in the Zhou Hall must meet the minimum requirements for the relevant industry stipulated in the Constitution.

Both the central government and the local council of ministers must have a minimum number of seats from designated industries.

Otherwise, it will be illegal and you will have to re-elect.

This is the rule set by Taizu.

In the words of Taizu, ‘state pastoral representatives must become the firewall of the populism... At all times, we must govern our country and serve our parents with science, professionalism, and wisdom, rather than emotions! ’.

The reason is also very simple - as children, if you find that your parents want to take drugs due to life problems.

Is it really for them?

No way!

And upward, it only connects with the center.

Except for the emperor and the Dali Temple, there was almost no power to check them.

Now the emperor governs from the top down and doesn't care about anything.

Only Dali Temple can tell them to bow their heads.

But Dali Temple is an appeals body, and someone must file a complaint before they can take care of things.

Therefore, in theory, the Zhou Dynasty's state pastoral representatives are actually the most powerful people in the world.

Even the center must please them to avoid being constrained.

For Lingpingan, coming to Zhou Ting can be regarded as the realization of a longing from his childhood.

Thinking of this, the bus stopped in the square in front of Zhou Hall.

The car door opens.

A sweet female voice appeared on the car stereo: "Dear distinguished guests: The emperor has prepared a sumptuous lunch for everyone in the Zhou Hall. Please follow the number code on the invitation letter and enter in the designated area in the order of queuing up. Dining…”

"If you don't understand anything, you can always consult the volunteers we arranged..."

"have a good meal!"

Passengers in the car got out of the car one after another.

Lingpingan also followed the crowd and walked down.

When he got off the bus, Lingpingan discovered that the square was already filled with hundreds of buses.

And there was a steady stream of buses carrying invited guests.

"There are actually so many people at this sorority?" He was shocked.

But if you think about it, the federal empire is too big.

It is easy for the royal family to invite tens of thousands of people to a social gathering.

If you include guests from all over the world, it would not be unusual to get over 100,000.

Just thinking about the number one hundred thousand, Lingpingan shrugged: "No wonder I can't find Michiko Chiba in the past two days!"

"She must be so busy that she doesn't even have time to sleep!"

Then he followed the crowd and walked towards the door of Zhou Hall.

When you walk to the gate, you can see a huge bronze statue sitting at the entrance of Zhou Hall.

The people on the bronze statue have fluttering clothes and nylon feather fans.

It's Duke Zhou!

Since the founding of the Xia Dynasty by Taizu, the status of Confucius and Mencius has declined, while Duke Zhou and Duke Zhao have been promoted and returned to their status in the classical era.

This change directly gave rise to republican ideas.

Even during the constitutional era, the old Confucian intellectuals were beaten so hard that they could not even raise their heads.

Therefore, the old intellectuals who were forced to join forces formed a group called the Datong Sect.

Then, in the vast era of industrialization.

Both the Datong faction and the Republican faction have to bite the bullet and keep pace with the times.

Just like a spear and a shield, their ideas and theories are constantly evolving in competition.

After looking at the sitting statue of Duke Zhou, Lingpingan took out the invitation letter from his pocket, then followed the crowd, lined up and walked in through a door on the left.

Soon, it was his turn.

A staff member took his invitation, glanced at it, seemed surprised, and then seemed to have thought of something, and said enthusiastically: "Guest, do you want a private room or dining in the lobby?"

Lingpingan was shocked: "Is there a single room?"

The other party smiled and said: "Yes!"

"We have prepared a private room for you...and are ready to provide you with services!"

VIPs specially invited by the royal family still receive this kind of treatment.

Lingpingan looked at the crowd, thought for a moment, and said, "I'd better not trouble you any more!"

"I'll just have dinner with everyone!"

"Then please come this way!" The other party was not surprised.

The guests directly invited by the royal family have great backgrounds.

They have complete freedom of movement!

……………………

The vast Qinyang.

Rolling waves rippled from the islands.

This is the most mysterious sea area in the world.

It is also the ‘Triangle of Hell’ in the mouths of countless crew members and pilots.

This is true whether it is in an Eastern context or a Western context.

The Sumerian moon god stalks the waves.

He could feel that the ocean from the back of the world was accumulating new hurricanes.

The next storm of faith is coming soon.

So, He took a deep breath of sea water and, like a blue whale, set off a huge whirlpool on the sea level.

Then, He spit out all the sea water that He breathed in.

Under the sea level, a rotating water column is created.

There was a sound coming from the water column.

"A guest is coming!"

A huge crow's head loomed out of the water column.

"Ha!" When he saw Nanna, he immediately laughed: "Unexpectedly, the fallen Moon God can actually be resurrected!"

"Dear Nanna, you really surprised me!"

Nanna looked at the crow head: "Amon!"

"You're actually still here?"

The Seventy-Two Demon Gods of Solomon, like the Sumerian gods, have long been buried as eliminated on the other side of time.

The civilization that carried them has long since disappeared at the end of time.

Only ruins and relics beneath the ruins remain.

But I didn't expect that the seventh-ranked 'hermit' Amon among the seventy-two pillars of demons actually still existed.

If you think about it carefully, it is not an accident that Amon survived.

His ministry is to be a 'hermit', 'provoke' and 'abet'.

With these characteristics, even if a civilization dies, it can still be attached to a new civilization.

But the problem is...

In Nanna's memory, Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demons should be like his pantheon, and should have been completely annexed by the Lord of the Cross.

"How did you escape?" Nanna asked.

The crow head quacked: "Of course... he was released!"

"Release it?"

Crow Head said: "Of course!"

"But this is not the place to talk!"

"Since you can find this place, you also know the ritual to summon me..."

"Then come with me!"

He spoke in the column of water.

Following Amon's words.

Deep in the ocean, a whirlpool appeared.

On the whirlpool, a portal appeared faintly: "Welcome! The Moon God of Sumer!"

"Welcome to the secret realm of the lost!"