Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1083 The bustling underworld

Zhao Gongming explained, "Zulong said that the Mirage Dragon Clan was a huge tribe back then, and I'm afraid its number won't be much less now."

He raised his hand and used his magic power to outline the appearance of a mirage dragon.

These mirage dragons have antlers on their heads and red manes from their necks to their backs. Unlike normal dragons, their scales grow in the opposite direction.

Just by looking at the direction of scale growth, you can tell that mirage dragons are very difficult to communicate with. This clan seems to be born with a rebellious nature.

Taoist Duobao tapped his fingers in his sleeves and calculated quickly, becoming more and more frightened the more he calculated.

"I am walking on the real path, and these mirage dragons seem to be on the path of dreams and illusions." Originally, he thought that the Styx Patriarch who practiced the illusory path was his enemy, and he made a lot of arrangements in secret. Now, thinking about it again, he found that this mirage dragon clan seemed to have some conflicts with him.

He was a little speechless as a large group of enemies appeared out of nowhere.

Zhao Gongming said calmly, "Big Brother, Big Sister, and Sister Wudang, the Ancestral Dragon said one last thing. He said that if we help him refine the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, he will send his descendants to help us seal the Mirage Dragon Clan."

"Haha——" Wu Dang Shengmu sneered: "He comes to help us? This is his dragon clan's business. Old thing, how dare you plot against Jiejiao!"

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother has an even more violent temper, but as the head sister, she cannot lose her temper easily.

She looked at Duobao Taoist: "Big Brother, what do you mean?"

Duobao Taoist's attitude was very firm: "The Ancestral Dragon Pearl involves too many causes and effects. Since it has been broken, then let it continue to break. I don't think we should go against the will of heaven."

No matter whether the Mirage Dragon Clan is an enemy that blocks his path or not, now that he has killed two corpses, he must treat them as enemies that block his path. It is definitely better to drag the entire Jiejiao clan together than to face them alone.

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother could guess what he was thinking, and she was a little unhappy.

Taoist Duobao added, "Since the Mirage Dragon Clan has been sealed by the Three Ancient Clans, it's not us who should be anxious now, but the Three Ancient Clans. We should wait and see what happens, and make a decision only after things become clear."

Taoist Duobao is calm and measured, and has extraordinary wisdom. In fact, he is much better than the Golden Spirit Holy Mother in handling religious affairs. His proposal is a typical old scheming approach. Let others fight to the death first, and then we will see how the situation develops.

The Golden Spirit Mother thought for a moment and nodded. If the three ancient tribes stepped forward now, they would be in trouble for not doing this. There was no need for the Jiejiao to do this. They should just wait and see.

Hell.

In the past, the ten Yama Palaces in the underworld were like bank windows, which were generally not all open. Most of the time, if two or three were open, it would be considered professional. The same was true for the Ten Yama Kings. Most of the time, there were only two or three unlucky Yama Kings working in the palace, and the remaining Yama Kings and ghost messengers would rest on the side.

Compared with the tedious paperwork, they would rather find a place to lie down or lie down than do those tedious and unusual tasks.

Complaint? Nonexistent!
Buddhists and Heavenly Court want to do this kind of work? Welcome! We'll take care of it all for you!
They were in a mess at ordinary times, but after the fog in the East China Sea raged, the officials in the underworld had to get up and work because there were too many dead people and immortals.

Mortals are easy to deal with, but immortals are troublesome.

The Jiejiao immortals had to have their names recorded in a separate register, detailing their surnames, given names, birth dates, death dates, and methods of death, as well as who handled, approved, and approved their reincarnations. The King of Hell and the Judge disliked these Jiejiao immortals; they were all too demanding, and the procedures were incredibly cumbersome. Given a choice, they would rather kill them all over again!
With the idea that I am unlucky and you cannot just sit and watch, all ten Yama Palaces were opened. Even so, there was still so much work to do that I had to call Daji for help.

It is definitely inappropriate for me to take care of the children at home at this time. Daji immediately put on the crown and robes of the Emperor of Fengdu and established the Fengdu Mountain Ghost Bureau in the underworld to help the Kings of Hell handle official business.

She worked overtime for three consecutive days. Xiaowu cried loudly and kept asking where Mama had gone. Deng Chanyu felt that something was wrong, so she gave the task of washing diapers and bed sheets to Xiao Qingluan and went to the underworld to visit her.

"Wow?!" She stepped out of the space channel and saw the queue of ghosts at first sight. They were so densely packed that she couldn't see the end of them. She was shocked. How many people had died?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Make way for the King of Five Senses in the Fourth Hall. King Yama has fainted from exhaustion!" Four ghost officials carried the King Yama, who was as big as a bridge pier, and rushed to the back hall.

Deng Chanyu quickly made way. "Wow, how could the Five Senses King, who could chop people for seven days and seven nights without getting tired, be so exhausted?" Her sharp eyesight revealed that the King of Hell's right hand was shaking uncontrollably.

If I don’t give this hand a good rest for a few days, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold a pen anymore, right?

She wanted to find a ghost to ask where Daji's office was. Just as she was about to open her mouth, another team of ghosts rushed out.

"Is the doctor here? Prince Biancheng of the Sixth Palace is injured! Quick, call a doctor!"

Deng Chanyu transformed herself into a spectator, standing on a high platform and looking inside.

According to legend, in the ancient witch-lich formation, King Biancheng, a fierce witch general, fought to the death even when half of his body was burned by the demon fire bird Bifang. Now, it seems that he has suffered from cold legs. His two muscular thighs cannot stand up and he needs support from others.

Deng Chanyu sighed. Look, these guys have thrown away their dignity just to avoid work!
She was watching the fun happily. A ghost in the ghost team not far away was waving at her. She didn't notice, and the ghost wanted to rush out of the team. As a result, he was beaten up by the ghost officer who was maintaining order on the side.

She took a casual look and found that it was another familiar face, well, a familiar ghost.

"That ghost messenger, this is an old friend of mine. Let him come closer. I have something to ask him."

Not all ghost officials knew Deng Chanyu, and the one in front of them didn't know her, but her aura seemed extraordinary. Anyone who could come to the underworld to watch the excitement at this time was definitely not someone a small ghost official could afford to offend.

The ghost officer stepped aside to make way, and the ghost rushed to Deng Chanyu, very excited.

"Princess, Princess, please save me! I have made great contributions to the Han Dynasty and shed blood for the Deng family!"

Deng Chanyu smiled. "Doctor Fei, it's been ages since we last met. You seem to be in good health. Did you just die?"

Fei Zhong is seven or eight years older than Jiang Wenhuan from Qi State and is now ninety years old.

When he first saw Deng Chanyu, his survival instinct kicked in, but now most of that energy has gone out, and his soul seems a little dirty. If left unattended, he will soon lose his mind and eventually become a wandering ghost.

(End of this chapter)