Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1282 The Fate of Jinjiao and Yinjiao

Jinjiao and Yinjiao had no skills in their hands and no magic weapons in their pockets. They panicked and ran around in confusion. Fortunately, they had some luck and trudged all the way. Finally, they found the creatures from their native world in this deserted world.

These are a dozen or so villagers fishing by the lake, or at least they look like villagers.
When facing someone of lower status and position than himself, Yinjiao's long-cultivated arrogance immediately emerged. He shouted, "Hey, who's the leader here? Call him out and tell him we're messengers from the higher realms, specially sent to give him a great fortune."

More than ten men looked at each other. They could understand what was being said, but the tone of the little brat made them extremely uncomfortable. They really wanted to beat him up!
The hunchbacked old man pulled out a big axe from the firewood. As he picked up the weapon, his back straightened instantly and his muscles swelled up like air.

His behavior was like a signal, and the temperament of more than ten men around him suddenly changed.

The round-faced man laughed loudly and swung the carrying pole. Without seeing how he did it, the carrying pole turned into a blood-red spear.

The young man with a mercenary smile on his face picked up the axe.

The woman, who was identified as a woman because she had no beard, was holding two thick-backed machetes.

More than ten people surrounded Jinjiao and Yinjiao on three sides, leaving only an escape route leading to the lake. But anyone with a little common sense would know that there must be something in the water. What seemed to be a way to survive was actually a dead end.

Jinjiao and Yinjiao were both stunned. What had we said? Was this how they were going to treat us? Were we trapped in a den of thieves?
The auntie gestured at the two of them with a thick-backed machete, as if she was wondering whether to treat them to "bandao noodles" or "wonton noodles".

The two boys from the Tushita Palace immediately made hand gestures and chanted incantations. Yinjiao took the initiative and sent a thunder spell at the aunt. It seemed to be very powerful, with thunder rumbling, but the lightning that fell on the aunt only made her frown slightly, without causing any harm, just like being bitten by a larger mosquito.

"They seem to be body-cultivating monks?!" Yinjiao was extremely stunned. Little gods like them who only knew a few spells were most afraid of body-cultivating monks.

Jinjiao was a bit knowledgeable and said word by word: "They are the witch tribe."

Just as the two sides were about to start fighting, or when Jinjiao and Yinjiao were being unilaterally attacked, a pleasant voice sounded in the distance: "Stop it."

The witches instantly lost their spirits. The woman at the forefront ignored Golden Horn and Silver Horn, sheathed her sword, and walked back to the lake, continuing to haul her fishing net. The remaining witches also sheathed their weapons and returned to their work. Ten breaths later, the scene seemed to have returned to the moment before Silver Horn's arrogant questioning: peaceful, tranquil, and seemingly harmless.

Soon, a young woman riding a lizard came closer.

The woman was wearing a veil, but the material of the veil was a bit rough. Through the gaps, you could see that her face was covered with burn marks. One of her eyes was completely white, and she was obviously blind.

The woman scolded many villagers, thinking that they were too rude to the distant guests.

"My two immortals, we are just country folk, we don't know the rules of etiquette, if we have offended you, please forgive us."

As the woman spoke, kind and honest smiles appeared on the villagers' faces, as if the previous violent scene had never happened.

Jinjiao glanced at his brother. Yinjiao was now flustered again, timidly mumbling something under his breath. He had no choice but to intervene. He said a little forcefully, "It's not that we've offended them, but we do come from the upper realm, and we have a deep connection with this world."

Saying that the Tai Chi diagram is his? He is not that crazy. Even Xuandu dare not say so.

I can only be vague about this aspect, but I have to point out the relationship between myself and the Tai Chi diagram. You bunch of country bumpkins, don't kill me. If you kill me, you will be dead.

The veiled woman nodded silently. "I understand. You two look a little tired. Why don't you come back to the village with me? I'll have someone prepare some drinks for you."

Hearing that there was wine to drink, Yinjiao's spirits instantly changed. The relatively rational Jinjiao was also very excited. They often drank Laojun's wine secretly. Did Laojun know? Of course he knew, but he just didn't care. The two fools thought Laojun didn't know and were very proud of themselves, thinking they had done something great.

Jinjiao was somewhat shrewd and knew that it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe at the moment, and drinking the other party's wine would be tantamount to seeking death.

He tried to trick the woman into thinking, "Where are you from? What is your connection to this world?"

As if she had guessed what he was going to ask, the woman spoke succinctly, "My name is Nüchou. I used to be the high priestess of the Wu clan's Gonggong tribe. Ten days ago, when I went to persuade the Ten Golden Crows, I was nearly burned to death. In that critical moment, it was the Sage Taiqing who saved me."

When talking about Ten Suns in the Sky, the big lizard she was riding lowered its head and its body trembled unnaturally. The ugly woman comforted it repeatedly, and only then did the mount forget the nightmare of the past.

Jinjiao and Yinjiao were shocked that the other party could actually say the name of the Saint Taiqing. This ugly woman must be a big shot!
Taiqing is not a person with overflowing sympathy. He can always think about problems in the calmest and most rational way. Every move he makes has great meaning. You may not understand it at the time, but thousands of years later, you will see the depth and breadth of Taiqing Saint's layout. There is no simple person who can be valued by him.

The names of saints have extraordinary power. If you recite the name of a saint with good intentions, he will ignore you. But if you recite the name of a saint with bad intentions, he will immediately notice the abnormality.

The ugly woman could speak the name of the Saint Taiqing so confidently, which meant that he was a friend, not an enemy. Jinjiao and Yinjiao believed her words.

The ugly woman is responsible for the sacrificial work in several nearby villages. Today's Tai Chi world seems to be crazy, with all kinds of natural disasters happening frequently. She has to calm people's hearts and sort out the earth veins. As the high priestess, she is extremely busy.

After instructing Jinjiao and Yinjiao to have a good rest and asking people to prepare wine for them, the ugly woman said goodbye and left, riding the big lizard to a small village eighty miles away.

Jinjiao and Yinjiao were not honest people. It was destined that after having a good meal and a drink, they wandered around the village. Somehow they walked onto a secluded path in the village and found a thatched house at the end of the path.

"You're back? The sacrifice in Hexi Village ended a little early today." Even though Jinjiao and Yinjiao were boys themselves and their footsteps were extremely subtle, they were still heard by the owner of the thatched hut.

It was a deep male voice. He thought it was the ugly woman who had returned, so he pushed open the door immediately. Unexpectedly, he saw two boys making fire.

(End of this chapter)