The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

The thick clouds hung extremely low, making the entire royal city appear dark and oppressive.

Clearly, a heavy rain is about to fall.

Inside the royal palace.

The ruler of Qi, Duke Huan of Qi, and his prime minister, Guan Zhong, were discussing matters in the palace.

Duke Huan of Qi sat at the head of the table. He was about sixty years old, tall, with broad shoulders and a square face. Beneath his thick eyebrows were a pair of sharp eyes.

He had a neat short beard on his chin, and his whole body exuded an aura of authority and majesty, as if he had long held a high position and commanded the princes.

Opposite him, Guan Zhong sat upright at his seat.

He was slightly thin, with a refined and scholarly appearance. His temples were graying, and his eyes were deep-set, as if he had seen through the ways of the world. He exuded a kind of wisdom and composure that came with the passage of time.

The palace gates were open.

The dim light from outside filtered into the hall.

Boom boom boom!

Thunder rumbled loudly.

As Duke Huan of Qi was speaking, he was suddenly drawn to a dazzling flash of lightning and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

In that very instant.

Amidst the rolling dark clouds.

A huge, azure figure swiftly swam through the lightning.

The figure was tall and enormous, its scales gleaming with a dazzling blue light.

Duke Huan of Qi was stunned, his pupils contracting sharply.

"What is that?"

His voice was filled with shock.

Hearing the commotion, Guan Zhong, who was standing nearby, subconsciously looked up.

Just then, another flash of lightning illuminated the scene.

He also caught a fleeting glimpse of a blue figure.

At this moment, even the usually composed Guan Zhong showed an undisguised shock on his face, and various speculations arose in his mind.

"This...this is..."

Before he could finish speaking, the dark clouds rolled in again, and the enormous blue figure disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

Duke Huan of Qi stared intently at the sky.

"Just now, could it be that I misread it?"

After a moment's hesitation, Guan Zhong shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is not mistaken; I saw it too!"

Duke Huan of Qi turned to look at him, and asked in confusion, "Uncle Zhong, do you know what that is?"

Having read extensively from various ancient books and possessing a wealth of knowledge, Guan Zhong frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

"I dare not make a definitive statement."

"However..."

He paused slightly after speaking.

"That figure just now had green scales on its body; it could be a dragon, or it could be... the legendary Lord of Mist Mountain!"

Duke Huan of Qi was taken aback and murmured, "The God of Wushan?"

Guan Zhong nodded.

He then slowly recounted what he knew.

He recounted the story of King You of Zhou and the God of Wushan, as well as some folk tales and the appearance of the God of Wushan.

"It is said that the God of Wushan looks very much like a giant blue serpent..."

As Duke Huan of Qi listened, his expression changed constantly, his emotions surging, and he looked up at the sky again and again.

Dark clouds rolled and thunder roared, but the enormous blue figure could no longer be seen.

Duke Huan of Qi was somewhat lost in thought, muttering to himself, "The God of Wushan..."

Chapter 113 Strange Phenomena in the State of Qi?!

"A giant blue snake?"

"Lord Wushan?"

Upon hearing what Zhongfu said, Duke Huan of Qi was slightly taken aback.

In particular, the story of King You of Zhou and the God of Wushan that Zhongfu told him, and the various miracles that the God of Wushan displayed in the story, all surprised him.

Duke Huan of Qi was deeply troubled.

Thunder rumbled outside the hall.

Dark clouds loom over the city.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning streaks across the sky, casting flickering light inside the hall.

After a moment of emotional turmoil, Duke Huan of Qi looked up at the sky again.

However, the fleeting blue figure could no longer be seen amidst the churning dark clouds.

For a moment, a hint of doubt arose in his mind.

Do gods really exist?

Does the God of Wushan truly possess all the legendary abilities?

As a ruler, he instinctively harbored some suspicion and vigilance towards such matters.

But at the same time, what he had just witnessed made him somewhat believe that the story of King You of Zhou and the God of Wushan might actually be true!

Thinking about this, he felt an urgency and couldn't help but come up with an idea.

Duke Huan of Qi suddenly spoke up, "Uncle Zhong, I wish to send someone to investigate Wushan..."

He stopped mid-sentence, his mind drifting back to what his uncle had just said.

In the past, King You of Zhou personally went to Wushan to worship the god of Wushan.

Even the Zhou emperor himself came; if the God of Wushan truly exists, merely sending troops to investigate would be somewhat impolite and rash…

And most likely, nothing will be found!

Thinking of this, Duke Huan of Qi hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Uncle, I am prepared to personally go to Wushan to offer sacrifices to the God of Wushan..."

These words were spoken.

A slight silence fell over the hall.

Upon hearing this, Guan Zhong's face showed a hint of surprise, and he looked at the emperor.

He never expected that the emperor would actually have the idea of ​​personally going to Wushan to offer sacrifices.

However, after a moment's hesitation, Guan Zhong did not offer any words of advice or dissuasion.

It's not unusual for the ruler of Qi to personally offer sacrifices to a deity that even the Zhou emperor worshipped.

It might not be a bad thing for the monarch to offer sacrifices!

Moreover, if this could bring Qi the blessing of a deity, it would be a great thing for Qi!

So Guan Zhong bowed slightly and echoed, "If Your Majesty has such intentions, I will certainly follow!"

Duke Huan of Qi nodded.

The matter was settled.

soon.

As Duke Huan of Qi gave his orders, news spread that he was preparing to personally go to the legendary Wushan Mountain to offer sacrifices to the mountain's spirit.

It first circulated in the royal palace, and then quickly spread throughout the entire capital of Qi.

In an instant, the capital was abuzz with gossip and countless people showed expressions of surprise.

In the streets and alleys, in taverns, and even among ordinary people, everyone began to talk about this matter.

"Have you heard?"

"Your Majesty is going to Mount Wu to offer sacrifices to the God of Mount Wu!"

"Mount Wu? What is that? And who is Lord Wu?"

Some were surprised, some were puzzled.

Unlike Prime Minister Guan Zhong, who was well-versed in the vastness of the world, they couldn't help but harbor various doubts.

In the capital of Qi, many people began to investigate matters concerning Wushan and the Wushan God.

The historians in the royal palace, the retainers in the noble mansions, and the scholars who traveled between various countries all flipped through the old bamboo slips, trying to find records about the God of Wushan.

After King You of Zhou, the Zhou royal family kept this matter a closely guarded secret, which led to the fact that the story of the God of Wushan had not been discussed or known for a long time.

However, the bamboo slips that recorded the events still exist and have not been destroyed.

The capital of the Qi Kingdom.

Inside a noble mansion.

The study was spacious and quiet, with rows of wooden shelves placed around it.

On the wooden shelf, rolls of bamboo slips were neatly stacked.

The dim light of the oil lamp flickered, illuminating the room in a warm and quiet atmosphere.

A nobleman from the State of Qi, around thirty years old, dressed in a deep robe with jade at his waist, and possessing a composed and dignified expression, was kneeling before a table.

He was a descendant of an old clan of the Qi state, and he usually enjoyed reading bamboo slips. Ever since he heard the news that the king was going to Wushan to worship the so-called Wushan God, he had been filled with curiosity.

So they came here and ordered people to take out many ancient bamboo slips from the family's old collection.

At this moment, several hundred ancient bamboo slips are piled on the table.

Gao Sui reached out and untied the silk rope on a bamboo scroll. The scroll slowly unfurled, revealing line after line of fine ink characters.

He read it quietly.

He opened the ancient bamboo scrolls one by one.

The room was completely silent, with only the faint sound of bamboo slips being gently rubbed together.

Soon, when he turned to one of the bamboo scrolls that was clearly from a very old time, his expression faltered slightly.

The bamboo slips clearly record a story from the past, about King You of Zhou!

Gao Sui's gaze froze, and he slowly looked down.

The bamboo slips record an event.

Back then, Marquis Shen raised an army and joined forces with the Quanrong to attack Haojing. Even King You of Zhou was pursued to Lishan and killed by them.

However, it contains a different version of the story.

At that time, King You of Zhou did not die at the hands of the Quanrong and the soldiers of Marquis Shen. Instead, during his escape, he entered a mountain range that was shrouded in mist all year round, which is called Wushan!

The bamboo slips also record that there was indeed a deity in Mount Wu.

As he continued reading, he suddenly froze.

The bamboo slips contain several short but astonishing passages.

The Zhou emperor entered Mount Wu and was protected by a divine being, thus escaping death!

The Quanrong cavalry and Shenhou's soldiers pursued them, but they could do nothing to the Zhou emperor!

Hundreds of Quanrong soldiers were killed without a trace, only Shenhou's soldiers were spared by the God of Wushan and fled in disgrace...

"This……"

Gao Sui stopped with his right hand, a look of obvious shock appearing on his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.