Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1010: The Disaster of the Teaching
Qiong Xiao couldn't help but look back at the center of the stage in the hall. Many fairies were dancing beautifully and singing to the melodious music. Many immortals were beating wine vessels or clapping tables to add to the fun. The atmosphere was extremely warm. This was the scene that Qiong Xiao had been pursuing all her life. She loved the feeling of being the center of attention. She used to be the center of all the immortals, but now she had to leave.

Zhao Gongming can continue to drink, so why can't I continue to play? Anyway, my sister only called Bixiao.
"Woo woo! Wow wow!" Yuan Xiao saw her hesitation, and gestured quickly with his two short hands. His dark circles were full of determination, and his fat body blocked Qiong Xiao's way back. What he meant was that you have to go back with me. If you don't go back, I won't be able to report to my superiors.

"Ah," Qiong Xiao sighed and pinched Yuan Xiao's small round ears: "Okay, okay, I'll go back with you."

"Huff, huff!" Yuanxiao quickly bowed to the two fairies and said, "If I don't take you back, Teacher Yunxiao will really beat you."

The atmosphere at the scene was still lively. In order to take the two fairies home earlier, Yuanxiao volunteered to lead the way.

Many of the immortals were drunk. The spiritual energy of the celestial wine was too strong, and the brewing method was derived from ancient times. Anyone who could drink three kilograms of it in a row was considered to have an extraordinary alcohol tolerance. At this time, a group of drunken immortals blocked the exit of the hall.

It would be too disgraceful to let Qiongxiao and Bixiao squeeze out of the crowd, so the strong Yuanxiao was needed at this time.

He pushed his heavy arms aside, and pushed his big butt left and right, and a path was soon cleared.

"Doctor Wang! Come quickly, the Immortal Master of the Xianjiao sect seems to have fainted!"

"The one who fainted seems to be Huang Long Zhenren, right? He's a dignified Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, what happened to him?"

"Hurry up, two more fellow Taoists, come and help! Master Taiyi has also fainted!"

The scene of the Peach Festival suddenly became chaotic.

It started in one corner, and then the chaos spread to the entire hall.

Many immortals didn't know what was going on. They had drunk too much immortal wine, and their reaction speed was several beats slower than usual. They were all in a daze.

Bixiao's eyebrows danced with joy, and she grabbed Qiongxiao's arm: "Sister, let's go and take a look! Hurry up!"

Yuan Xiao, who was still leading the way in front, turned around and found that the two little fairies had gone back to watch the fun. His fat face was full of helplessness. This job was really not easy.

The chaos in the hall spread quickly, and the Queen Mother of the West, who had gone to rest, was alarmed and hurried over. When she saw this, she was also shocked.

Zhenren Taiyi, Master Lingbao, Zhenren Huanglong, including Zhenren Yuding who had been named the Sun Star Lord, the four disciples of the Chan Sect fainted in unison. Zhenren Huanglong might have been born with thick skin and flesh due to his dragon bloodline. Although he was unconscious at this moment, he looked normal, just like an ordinary person who fell asleep. The other three were each more terrifying than the other. Zhenren Taiyi's face was pale, and his three souls and seven spirits were shaking, as if he was about to fall in the next moment.

"What happened? Nephew Yang, what happened?" The Queen Mother of the Yaochi no longer cared about the conflict between Yang Jian and Haotian. You guys fight yours, it has nothing to do with me. She only cares about these immortals of the Chan sect. These guys can die anywhere, but they cannot die in their own Yaochi, and they cannot die at the Peach Festival.

Yang Jian was actually in great pain as well. The Xuanxian Dao Fruit was showing signs of collapse, and his three souls and seven spirits were almost out of control. The color on his face kept changing from blue to red, but compared to the four who fainted directly, he was indeed normal as he could still stand.

He pointed out the crux of the matter directly: "It seems that something is targeting the Jade Purity Immortal Technique. All those who fell were disciples of the Chan Sect."

The Queen Mother quickly glanced at the other disciples of the Chan Sect. Ran Deng possessed his own unique technique, bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Dao after his transformation. It was the most suitable technique for him. He had joined the Chan Sect to perfect his path. He had practiced the Jade Purity Immortal Technique, but it wasn't his primary focus. He could see some discomfort, but it was bearable.

Lei Zhenzi has completely abandoned the Jade Purity Immortal Technique and turned to the incense and fire divine way, practicing the Heavenly Court technique.

Jiang Ziya. Queen Mother couldn't help but take a few more glances, and she quickly figured out the answer.

I guess Lao Jiang's cultivation is too low. This kind of thing, which is like a disaster for the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, is like a breeze to him, and the stomachache may go away after a few seconds.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the damage at this time. The fact that Taiyi Zhenren was almost dead is a clear proof of this.

I don’t know what the current situation of those who converted to Buddhism is like. The Queen Mother guessed that it would not be very good. Fortunately, those people practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, so they should be able to hold on for a while.

She winked at her maid Dong Shuangcheng and asked her to immediately contact the Heavenly Court's spies in Buddhism to inquire about the situation of the three great Bodhisattvas.

If something happened to the three great Bodhisattvas, then that would be a problem with the Jade Purity Immortal Technique, and it would have nothing to do with her. If only the immortals in Yaochi were in trouble, then that would be a problem with her Peach Festival.

This matter must be made clear. This is too much of a blame for her to bear!

The Queen Mother basically agreed with Yang Jian's judgment, and felt that he was a rare talent who could calmly analyze situations in adversity and find the key to the problem.

"Does my dear nephew have any plan to deal with this?"

Yang Jian's forehead was covered in sweat, the divine eyes between his eyebrows were closed, and his arms, which used to be strong enough to move mountains, were now sore and weak. Every time he used the Jade Purity Immortal Technique, he felt as if seven or eight sharp knives were stabbing his heart. He had to use it, and now he was relying on the super toughness of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to resist the discomfort. He lost 800 blood points per second, and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art automatically restored 700 points for him, otherwise he would have fallen down.

Now Queen Mother, you ask me?
He frowned and thought hard: "Maybe Master Nanji has a solution."

This question is beyond his scope. He can only seek help from others as he cannot solve the problem by himself.

The Queen Mother calculated with her fingers and estimated that the situation on the Nanji Immortal Weng side would not be much better, but she did not tell the truth: "My dear nephew, please rest assured and recuperate. I will send someone to Kunlun Mountain to ask my nephew Nanji to rescue the other high-ranking immortals of the Chan Sect."

"Thank you, ma'am."

What seemed like a huge event to the Xianjiao was like the sky falling, was just a gentle breeze to the Jiejiao. Everyone just had fun together, chatted for a while, and that was it, it didn't matter at all.

Not to mention just lying there dead, even if all the immortals of the Chan sect died, it has nothing to do with us!
Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao watched the excitement for a while, then the two sisters looked at each other and shook their heads. They just felt bored. What was the point of watching a few immortals of the Chan Sect lying like corpses? It would be better to watch the little fairies dance.

At Yuanxiao's repeated urging, they left Yaochi with some regrets, descended from the thirty-three heavens, and returned to the Three Immortal Islands in the East China Sea.

(End of this chapter)