I, Yang Guo's son, abducted Zhang Sanfeng and traversed countless worlds.

"Don't be afraid either."

Seeing Yang Jian's behavior, Yang Gui consoled him, "You are in the Central Plains of Nanshanbuzhou, the birthplace of the human race. It carries the destiny of the human race. No demons or monsters dare to come."

"Really?" Yang Jian was a little unconvinced. That was a monster. Humans all have desperate people, so it was not difficult to understand why a monster would take such a risk.

"Of course it's true. If you really don't believe it, I'll put your mind at ease." Yang Gui pointed at Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, "These two are the door gods appointed by the Heavenly Court. When their era is over, they will also become gods in heaven. The door gods posted on the doors of the human race to ward off evil spirits and calm the souls must be them."

"Really?" Yuchi Gong laughed proudly, "Is old Yuchi so capable? Hey, Old Cheng, see? You have no chance, hahaha!"

"Go away! I'll chop you down with an axe and see how you think you are a door god. Just go and chop wood!" Cheng Yaojin's face turned black.

“Door gods may not be that effective…” Upon hearing that they were door gods, Yang Jian became even more panicked. These two were not considered powerful generals when they were alive, so who could they suppress after they died?

"Then, have you heard of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li?" Yang Gui pointed at Li Jing, "That's him. He didn't even change his name?"

"Really? I'm the king?" Li Jing was stunned. He was a master of military strategy. After unifying the Central Plains, he led his troops to conquer several small countries. Recently, his achievements have been so great that he is afraid of Li Shimin taking him down. He felt much more at ease after hearing this.

The worst that can happen is death, and when we die we will return to our rightful place as gods.

"Yes, it's you. Pei Yuanqing is Nezha, but unfortunately, your son was killed by Yuwen Chengdu." Yang Gui said with a smile.

"Hey, you should have said it earlier, my son..." Li Jing slapped his thigh. Pei Renji glared at him from the side: "What do you mean your son, my son, mine!"

"Everyone is dead, so it doesn't matter who is whose father."

"It's different!" Pei Renji was desperate. What the hell, the son he had raised for so many years suddenly became a god, and he was someone else's son. How could that work? He wanted to stretch out the two hammers that Pei Yuanqing used back then and smash Li Jing's head.

Unfortunately, he couldn't lift it.

"It's not over yet, this, the White Tiger Star Lord." Yang Gui pointed at Luo Cheng.

"Ah? He's the White Tiger Star?" Jiang Song was stroking his chin in confusion, "It shouldn't be possible. How can the reincarnation of a star be so weak?"

"I'm not a loser!" Luo Cheng's face flushed, but he couldn't refute Jiang Song. Jiang Song could beat him ten times with one hand, so he could only be furious and said, "You are jealous because I am a god!"

"It's okay. Shan Xiongxin is still a Blue Dragon Star. He still has a side quest to wreak havoc on the Tang Dynasty and split the land to become a king. But now it seems that it is no longer necessary. We can just split the land of the Tang Dynasty. There will be no conflict and we will gain benefits."

Yang Gui's words made sense. In name, Shan Xiongxin was a minister of the Tang Dynasty. Even if he was crowned king on the spot, he would still be a prince of the Tang Dynasty and his territory would belong to the Tang Dynasty. This would not only satisfy his plan to split the Tang Dynasty, but also satisfy his plan to be king. He would not need to start a war.

"Oh, this god is just like this." When it was just said that Luo Cheng was the White Tiger Star, everyone was still a little unconvinced. Now that Shan Xiongxin was said to be the Azure Dragon Star, everyone was immediately disenchanted with the gods.

"Of course, the reincarnation of gods is mortal. Wei Zheng, you all know that Xu Maogong is the right prime minister. That's how it is anyway." Yang Gui was too lazy to count the gods to them anymore. He just wanted to be at ease.

"Ancestor, you are..." But just because he didn't say it, it didn't mean that someone wouldn't ask.

Yang Gui was too lazy to answer any questions Yang Jian asked about other people, but since he was asked, he had to pretend. He pointed at Hou Tu and asked, "What's my wife's name?"

"Hou...Hou Tu."

"That's right." Yang Gui nodded.

"No way..." The look in everyone's eyes changed. Those miscellaneous gods before might not be known to everyone. If you are not a specialist in mysticism, you have hardly heard of them. Only Yuwen Chengdu's Thunder God is relatively well-known.

But Hou Tu is known to everyone as the god of the earth, the god of the country, and one of the Four Imperial Gods.

"Really...really?" Yang Jian asked with trembling lips.

"Nonsense, I dare not use this title?" Yang Gui patted his chest proudly, "A genuine saint, Hou Tu the Great! Isn't it amazing?"

"Can you give me a more decent name?" Hou Tu looked disdainful. What Hou Tu the Great? It sounded so old-fashioned.

"Crack, crack, crack." Everyone nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

How could Hou Tu not be powerful?
"Then, then you are..." It was Li Shimin who had a quick mind and was the first to figure it out.

What kind of deity dares to marry Hou Tu?
The others also thought of this, and their eyes when they looked at Yang Gui were filled with awe, fear, and unreality.

"Well, I don't have any official position. I am now the director of the Western Journey to the West Office of the Heavenly Palace. There is such a thing. The West is destined to prosper, and we must have a person destined by heaven to go to the West to obtain the scriptures."

Yang Gui waved his hand and smiled reservedly, "Daozu Hongjun said that if this matter is done well, he will give way to me and become the Heavenly Dao."

Heaven!

No kidding, a Thunder God can confuse the emperor and his ministers in the Golden Palace. They didn't even understand the meaning of Hou Tu just now, and how much higher she was than Thunder God. Suddenly, Tian Dao came, even if they were the most outstanding people in history, their brains could not help but freeze.

"Heavenly Way, is that Heaven... Way?" Yang Jian stretched out a trembling finger.

"Yes. The rules governing the operation of the heaven and earth are controlled by me. The Three Pure Ones are not as good as me. Even the Jade Emperor has to call me senior brother." Yang Gui raised his head. Oh, it feels so good to show off!

"Pfft!"

Yang Jian's legs went weak and he knelt down, "Old Ancestor! Old Ancestor! Quick, quick, quick, make a statue for the old ancestor. I want to use the luck of the Tang Dynasty to worship my old ancestor!"

Yang Jian originally thought that Yang Gui was some kind of hermit cultivator, perhaps an old immortal who played around in the human world. He had always thought so, and he still thought so just now. Unexpectedly, Yang Gui would give him such a big one.

He didn't understand anything else, but the Jade Emperor called him senior brother. What kind of status does this mean?
Li Shimin's legs also became weak.

He always thought that his father was bold enough, wanting to remotely venerate the historical Laozi, the Taishang Laojun of Heaven, as the ancestor of their Li family. Unexpectedly, this one was even more powerful and directly created someone who was more powerful than the Three Pure Ones.

If it was said that Li Shimin had buried the idea of ​​becoming emperor deep in his heart because of pressure before, now at this moment, he had completely lost the intention to rebel.

The Way of Heaven has come out, what else can I use to rebel? Is this against Heaven?
"It's installed for you." Hou Tu hit Yang Gui unhappily, "Speaking of things. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Ah Tu, isn't it just that your status as a god is not as high as mine? There's no need to be like this. You're just jealous. I'm telling you..."

As Yang Gui spoke, he was being chased around in circles in the Golden Palace by Hou Tu.

The important officials present not only did not say anything, they even felt that these two old immortals were really down-to-earth.

It can be considered that Hou Tu showed mercy, otherwise, with their strength, the wind pressure from their running would be enough to demolish the Golden Palace. For at least several months to come, Yang Jian would have to attend court with his ministers in the wild.

"Alright, Yang Jian, don't offer me the fortune of the Tang Dynasty. Every human being can freely choose any belief, but humans cannot believe in gods. Humans only obey the way of heaven and respect their ancestors. If you really want to offer, offer the Three Holy Emperors of Huoyun Cave. They are the saints of humanity."

"Hey, okay. I'll report the good news to the three ancestors as well." Yang Jian nodded happily. He was feeling a little overwhelmed. Well, Hou Tu and Tian Dao are on our side, what demons and monsters dare to come to our Tang Dynasty to cause trouble?
"Old... uh..." Li Shimin wanted to speak, but suddenly he didn't know what to call Yang Gui. Yang Jian called Yang Gui the ancestor, and that was something he had recognized long ago, and his last name was not Yang.

"Well, I am Yang Jian's ancestor after all. You can just call me Taizu Gaohuangdi. My wife..." Yang Gui held his chin and thought for a long time, "You come, the Holy Mother Empress Dowager, and then further and further back?"

"You want to die!" Hou Tu's two fists were shining with special effects, ready to smash Yang Gui's head.

"Wrong, wrong." Yang Gui shrank his neck, "You can call me whatever you want, Sir, or God, or if that doesn't work, call me King. I think my wife is proud of this title."

"Yes, yes, my two great kings." Li Shimin said, "What is the journey to the West you are talking about?"

"Oh, that's a big project. I've been doing this for hundreds of years except for slacking off. Have you seen Huayan? He is the eighth generation of the pilgrim." Yang Gui pointed at his second disciple in this world.

Everyone stood up in awe and bowed to Huayan.

"I never thought that the Grand Master is actually a holy monk. I am so disrespectful."

"Well, that's the situation. If the ninth life fails, the tenth life will be successful." Yang Gui nodded and said, "The tenth life of the pilgrim has a close relationship with you guys."

"Ah? We are the ones who are seeking Buddhist scriptures?" Yang Jian and his ministers looked at each other in surprise.

"The secret cannot be revealed, Yang Jian. You will know after the first imperial examination is re-established in the Tang Dynasty." Yang Gui nodded at Yang Jian, "Arrange a large house for us in the capital and we will live in it."

"Okay!" Yang Jian happily went to make arrangements, and none of the civil and military officials objected.

There will definitely be no one who objects. Keeping such an old immortal in the country will only be beneficial to them.

When Yang Gui had just finished talking about the gods, everyone still found it interesting. Later, they found that the gods had no influence on their environment. Luo Cheng and other gods who were pointed out had no intention of committing suicide and returning to their positions as gods.

So just go on with life anyway.

Three years later, the imperial examination was launched and candidates from all over the country began to go to Beijing to take the exam.

Before the results were announced, Yang Gui came to the court.

"Mr. Yang."

"King Yang."

It has been a while since we last saw this old immortal, but the capital is full of legends about him. He mingles well with the sons of military generals and nobles, teaching Huayan Buddhism while playing and frolicking with those kids. Everyone thinks this old immortal is schizophrenic.

I didn't expect that he would come to the court again today.

"Have you finished grading the papers?" Yang Gui nodded. "Who is the top scorer?"

All the ministers remembered what Yang Gui said three years ago. After the imperial examination was over, there would be clues about the person who would seek the scriptures.

Yang Jian immediately opened the covered paper and looked through the paper himself.

"Ancestor, the number one scholar is called Wang Jingyuan."

"??"

Wang Jingyuan? Yang Gui was stunned, "Where's the runner-up?"

"The runner-up is Li Zhizhong."

"Tanhua?"

"The third place is Lian Pinglu."

"Ouch, it's broken!"

Yang Gui suddenly figured out what was going on.

It is true that Chen Xuanzang's father, Chen Guangrui, was the top scholar, but the exam was all about the words of sages, not how well one studies. Now that the administrative system of the whole world is being reformed, the imperial examination questions are naturally also being reformed. How could Chen Guangrui, who had been reading the "sage books" of Confucius and Mencius since he was young, still get the top scholar?

"Give me the paper." Yang Gui took the paper and looked at it for a long time before he found Chen Guangrui's name in the front row of the top three.

"Phew, it's OK. I'll just take the third place. A third place is also a Jinshi, right?"

The top three are different. The first class has three people, the top three, who are awarded the title of Jinshi by the emperor. The second class is a little worse, called Jinshi Chuan, and the third class is even worse, called "Tong Jinshi Chuan", which means they are just like Jinshi Chuan.

It's basically a gift, something that looks like a consolation prize.

Of course, for the candidates, if they could pass the imperial examination, they could become officials, and there was nothing to be picky about. In the Ming Dynasty, there was a cabinet chief minister named Xia Yan, who was a third-class Jinshi. The famous Hai Rui did not even pass the imperial examination, but relied on the Juren exam to fill an official vacancy, and finally still became a second-rank official.

So, the results of the imperial examinations are both important and unimportant. For someone who wants to help you, as long as you have a reputation, that counts.

"Where is Yin Kaishan?" Yang Gui asked.

"Here I come." Yin Kaishan was one of the twenty-four heroes in the Lingyan Pavilion in the original Li Tang Dynasty and the prime minister of the dynasty. In the current Yang Tang Dynasty, his official position is much lower, but he is also considered a relatively important official in the Prime Minister Li Shimin's office. At least he is qualified to attend court.

"You have a daughter, right? Is she married?"

"No, no, King Yang wants to take a concubine?" Yin Kaishan almost fainted with joy.

My daughter is going to marry Tiandao, how can that be tolerated?
"You are also blinded by your thoughts." Yang Gui waved his hand, indicating who would like your daughter, "I will give your daughter a marriage gift from heaven. I think this man named Chen Guangrui is not bad. Go and pick a son-in-law from the list!"

"Ah..." Yin Kaishan was not happy when he saw the ranking. When other people were looking for a son-in-law, they would get the top three, or at least the first few of the second place. What's the big deal about getting the third place? It's embarrassing for my Yin family.

"Don't talk nonsense. Just marry me if you are asked to. It will benefit you in the future."

"Could it be?" Yin Kaishan thought of something, "This person is the one who is seeking the scriptures?"

"This is not it." Yang Gui had no intention of leaking the plan to mortals. It would be ok to leak it to the gods in heaven, but mortals were not qualified to listen.

"Stop talking." Yin Kaishan was helpless. Since Yang Gui had spoken, he had to marry her even if he didn't want to.

Just like that, Chen Guangrui became Yin Kaishan's son-in-law, and they got married the day after the results were announced. (End of this chapter)