Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1180 A Busy Day

Jiang Ziya didn't want to talk about himself. He stared at Shen Gongbao with suspicion and said, "Who are you? Your name isn't even on the Conferred God List. I heard from His Majesty Haotian that not even your true spirit remains. You can't be Shen Gongbao."

The hand in his sleeve secretly made a Samadhi True Fire gesture.

"Haha, the Investiture of the Gods? Yeah, that's right. If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. Yuanshi Tianzun personally handed the Investiture of the Gods to you. How much importance he placed on it, what a sincere master-disciple relationship. It's such a distant memory." Shen Gongbao sneered, "You're still so naive. You overestimate the Investiture of the Gods and underestimate the methods of the authentic saints."

He pointed at Jiang Ziya's head and said, "It's true that I don't have a trace of my true spirit. In fact, I was born with your thoughts and your memories. The Queen took pity on me and gave me a glimmer of hope. There's nothing left to cling to in this world. I must return. We've known each other for many years, and I have one last piece of advice for you, Junior Brother. This Zhongyuan Festival is not peaceful. A mere immortal like you can be crushed to death with a single blow from a powerful being. Don't try to be a hero."

When Jiang Ziya wanted to say something else, Shen Gongbao had disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

He stood there thinking for a moment and couldn't help shaking his head.

With the exception of the White Crane Boy guarding the Jade Void Palace, all the other immortals from the Chan Sect were expected to attend the Dharma Assembly. What reason did Jiang Ziya have to refuse the invitation of such a genuine saint? Lady Pingxin might not remember who was attending the Dharma Assembly, nor was she too lazy to remember, but she certainly knew who was absent.

No matter what twists and turns the Dharma Assembly may encounter, Jiang Ziya will go. There will be disasters at the Dharma Assembly, and it will all lead to death. It's not like he hasn't died before, and dying in the underworld is as convenient as dying in one step.
He is not afraid of death, but if he offends Empress Pingxin, he dare not imagine what he will look like after death.

Go, must go!
On July 14th, the gates of hell are wide open, and all ghosts who miss the human world and their loved ones are allowed to return to the world of the living. This process lasts for one day.

This day exhausted everyone in the underworld.

It was all fine and heartwarming at first, but what happened next could be considered a nightmare.

Not all ghosts have good intentions. Perhaps they originally wanted to reunite with their loved ones, but upon seeing the vibrant vitality of their loved ones, they become unbalanced and wonder, "Why am I dead? Why are you still alive?" Good intentions quickly turn to evil. Similar conflicts occur one after another in various places, and the underworld needs to send people to deal with the aftermath.

busy!
From the Ten Kings of Hell to the lowest ghost soldiers, many witches in the underworld joined the battle, but it was still not enough. The ghosts released by Empress Pingxin this time were simply too many.

The Emperor of Fengdu was called upon, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was called upon, and the Emperor of Dongyue was also called upon.

You usually come here to beg for money, and now that something has happened, you have to share the responsibility.

The underworld felt that what Lady Pingxin did this time was too inconsiderate, but no one dared to say it, let alone think about it.

Pingxin is not Houtu after all. The Wu clan enjoys the protection of the saint and has obtained a precious habitat. Not to mention that the saint may have his own deep meaning in doing this, it is just nonsense. I have protected you for so many years, and now I let you exercise, how big a problem can it be?
At this time, Di Jiang had no time to hit the Chaos Bell with his head, nor did he have time to kill the demons. He transformed himself into a human-shaped teleportation array and continuously sent ghost messengers from the underworld to various places in the prehistoric world to resolve disputes.

What methods do the Wu Clan have for resolving disputes? They usually have a few options: battle axes, sledgehammers, and broadswords.

At first, Ksitigarbha and Emperor Dongyue wanted to reason and solve the problem with gentle means, but later they found that there were too many things to deal with. They thought that the witch clan's method of handling disputes was very scientific, and they followed suit.

Huang Tianhua took off his official robes and picked up the eight-sided purple-gold hammer he had used during the Conferred God War, and began to dance with it unparalleled.
As a disciple, Daji was extremely busy. Deng Chanyu enjoyed the same treatment as Dijiang and was sent to various places in the prehistoric world.

During the battle, she could teleport thousands or even tens of thousands of times in a short moment, and send a few ghost messengers to handle official business. That little bit of energy was like nothing to her, and the main thing was the mental fatigue.

All the forces involved with the underworld were busy the whole day because of Empress Pingxin's decision.

Especially in the evening, the ghosts became more frenzied. Previously, their arguments were limited to verbal disputes, but the witch clan ghosts would come over and hit each one with a hammer, which was considered a solution. The ghosts at night were extremely aggressive, and some people died because of them.

The original intention of Lady Pingxin was to give all living beings some hope. The underworld would definitely not allow a good thing to turn into a bad thing. The King of Hell and the judge, all those who are qualified to hold the Book of Life and Death, would give priority to dealing with the dead.

We must not let them die, especially not today!
With all kinds of resurrections and modifications to lifespans, the already chaotic Book of Life and Death is now even more chaotic.

The pressure on Dijiang and Deng Chanyu, the two people in charge of transportation, also increased.

Accurate teleportation is not so easy. At their level, it is difficult to distinguish between Zhang San and Li Si. They are all mortals and look no different. They must use more of their minds to locate them.

During the whole day, the most tired ones were Yama, Daji, Ksitigarbha, and Emperor Dongyue, as there were too many documents to deal with. The next hardest working ones were Dijiang and Deng Chanyu.

At midnight, another big event happened.

Thousands of golden lights rose above the East China Sea, a dragon-shaped shadow soared in the sky, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the East China Sea.

From Ao Guang to the shrimp soldiers and crab generals below, everyone was stunned. They never expected that a real dragon was hiding in their own dragon palace.

Zhenren Huanglong practiced hard for eight years and successfully broke through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal. The dense yin energy in various places in the prehistoric world caused him to misjudge. He thought that a huge catastrophe had occurred in the prehistoric world. With a kind heart, he broke through the barrier immediately.

His appearance completely cleared Duobao of the injustice, and what followed was the revenge of Jiejiao. You have wronged our eldest brother, so you deserve to die!

Haotian, who had been watching the chaos unfold, also cast his gaze on Huang Long. How could such an ordinary guy have achieved a breakthrough? Could it be that the Hongmeng Purple Qi was in him?

"The one wearing the dark blue robe is Huang Long!"

"The one with the long beard is the Yellow Dragon!"

Huang Long is already a Taiyi Golden Immortal. He is not afraid of ordinary small characters, but the situation is too chaotic.

At the critical moment, it was Jade Purity Immortal who took action and pulled him back to Yuxu Palace.

The extremely chaotic July 14th finally ended, all the ghosts returned to the underworld, and the Ghost Gate closed.

The time has come to July 15th, which is the annual Ghost Festival.

Rest? No, I have to be in the best spirits to attend the meeting today.

What was the situation like in Dijiang? Deng Chanyu didn't know. She guessed that the Ancestral Wu had limitless physical strength and perhaps never knew what tiredness was in this life. In any case, she was exhausted.

She sat in Daji's imperial carriage and soon fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)