Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1285 Looking for help
There is genuine emotion expressed between Zhou and the clown, but there is also an element of public acting.

Zhou knew his own business clearly. He needed to return to the interior of Mount Buzhou and act as a mountain spirit.

He had no right to refuse this; this was his fate.

This ending seems tragic, but in fact it is just a change of life form.

Zhou looks like a human, but he is not a human, not a witch, not a demon, not a spirit, and not a monster.

He cannot be measured by the values ​​of ordinary beings.

Mount Buzhou covers an area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles, which is a very large range. He will wander around this mountain in the future, and the ugly woman will just come here to settle down. It is far from the point of life and death separation. Now she is crying, perhaps she wants more benefits.

If no idiot bangs his head against the mountain in the future, Buzhou Mountain can theoretically coexist and perish with the prehistoric world. The one who needs to be worried about is Nuchou. The high priest of the Wu clan has many ways to prolong life, but he is not immortal. She will die sooner or later, and that will be the time when they will truly separate as a couple.

Haotian didn't care about the performance of the female clown and Zhou. He stared at the half-remaining Buzhou Mountain as if he was looking at an enemy.

He glanced at Taishang Laojun and Deng Chanyu. Both of them were richer than him, but at this critical moment, they were unwilling to give him a penny and called him to be a sucker. This was intolerable!
Naturally, he would not pay out of his own pocket. After thinking it over twice, he decided to add to Bigan's burden when he returned. The previous "discount" was not thorough enough, and he felt that he could continue to tap into his potential.

Doesn't the barefoot Taoist like to show off his chest? Why not just go all in and stop wearing a Taoist robe? It's a waste of fabric. Wear a waistcoat instead!

The ugly woman was still crying, her tears were bleeding, and Zhou was whispering to her.

"Laojun, this matter?" Deng Chanyu and Taishang Laojun had a certain tacit understanding. At this time, Taishang Laojun only had a trace of magic power left, and he had to maintain contact with Taiqing Saint. Asking him to pile up earth into a mountain would really cost him his life.

Deng Chanyu is responsible for the specific work, the old man is responsible for solving problems with people and things, Haotian is under his charge, and he also needs to come forward to solve the problems of the female clown and Zhou in front of him. Whether it is bribery or threat, it is the old man's business and has nothing to do with Deng Chanyu.

"Leave it to me."

Laojun was ready to have a good talk with the couple. It was an indisputable fact that his original body had saved them and allowed them to live peacefully in the Tai Chi diagram world for millions of years. Now was the time to repay the karma. Just as he was about to speak, Deng Chanyu reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

He was stunned. What? Is there something else?

"This." Deng Chanyu turned her wrist and took out the Fantian Seal that was in her "safekeeping".

"Laojun, the Fantian Seal plays a very important role in the reconstruction of Buzhou Mountain. However, this magical weapon is only in my temporary custody. If it is damaged, how will I explain it to Yuqing Saint and Brother Guangchengzi?"

It would take even 100 million years to complete this huge project of piling up soil from the existing foundation. Ordinary soil has no strength at all and will break when pressed on Mount Buzhou. It requires repeated refinement, which would take even longer.

It would definitely be most appropriate to use the original mountain body. Mount Buzhou is just broken, not shattered.

After the two parts were reconnected, she only had to be responsible for the connecting part. Reinforcement and refining, the work that needed her to do was basically all done during this period, and the total workload was reduced by at least half.

Yuanshi Tianzun left behind his experience in refining the Fantian Seal and his original ideas in the Yuxu Palace. Deng Chanyu is 70% sure that she can refine the Fantian Seal back.

It’s just that she doesn’t want to bear the consequences of this. If she has the help of Taishang Laojun, she will have nothing to worry about.

Thinking of his second brother, Taishang Laojun was also troubled. He was not someone to be trifled with. "You accepted the mission, but why did you refine my magic weapon? Don't you take me seriously? Don't you give me face?"
He could even imagine Yuanshi Tianzun's expression.

You're talking about the importance of Buzhou Mountain? Yuanshi Tianzun doesn't care about that. What Buzhou Mountain? I picked up that half of the mountain on the road! What I picked up, it's mine!

Deng Chanyu could see that Taishang Laojun was in a dilemma, but she just held the Fantian Seal and said nothing.

The old man had no choice but to sigh and nod: "Okay, when the time comes, when the Jade Purity Saint asks about it, I will let this body explain."

Okay, just saying that is enough.

Deng Chanyu doesn’t care who of you will face Yuanshi Tianzun at that time, as long as it’s not me.

All things are difficult at the beginning, and this beginning is often reflected in the organization and arrangement of manpower.

Rationally allocate the capabilities of all parties, clearly define interests and responsibilities, let as few people as possible slack off, and let as many people as possible work. Often, this step has stumped countless teams.

Getting everyone to unite and work towards a common goal is the most complicated thing in the world.

Taishang Laojun is responsible for external affairs, and he has enough prestige to suppress Haotian.

Deng Chanyu is in charge of internal affairs. She and Nezha alone cannot build a giant mountain like a pillar of heaven. At this time, they need to find a third-party team.

She left Buzhou Mountain that day and came to Luoyi.

Now, Deng Xiu, the second emperor of the Han Dynasty, has been on the throne for nearly twenty years. When Deng Chanyu walked into the palace, she saw that her brother was busy faking his death and abdicating. He had to fake his death because all the old ministers under him had died, and there were only a few second- and third-generation officials left. If Deng Xiu continued to sit on the throne, the secret of his abnormal lifespan would be exposed.

No one cares about a villager in the wilderness who lives for two or three hundred years, but the emperors on earth pay too much attention to him. No matter how capable Deng Chanyu is, she cannot shut up everyone in the world.

Deng Xiu has experienced the addiction of being an emperor. He has been in power for twenty years and has enjoyed everything. It is appropriate for him to retire now.

The brother and sister haven't seen each other for twenty years. The last time they met was when Deng Jiugong "passed away". Time has diluted the brotherly love, but after a few words, seeing Deng Chanyu's face was the same as before, as if she was still riding a fast horse and throwing stones at Sanshan Pass that day, they slowly regained their previous familiarity.

Deng Xiu rarely met old friends, so he would never tell his old friends in the court what he said, and immediately began to complain.

Deng Chanyu didn't rush to talk about her own affairs, but listened patiently.

"Some time ago, I was out of the palace for an inspection and I met an old man playing the game of Jirang with some children."

Deng Chanyu nodded silently. She knew how to play Jirang. It was to get two wooden blocks that were pointed at the top and wide at the bottom. One should be held in the hand and the other should be placed on the ground, about thirty or forty steps away. The player would use the wooden block in the hand to hit the one on the ground. If the block hit the other, the player would win. It was a very simple game.

It is said that Deng Chanyu was originally very good at playing Jirang when she was a child. She beat Deng Xiu so badly that he was at a loss as to what to do. That was why Deng Jiugong invited a famous teacher to teach her the technique of flying stones.

(End of this chapter)