Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1288 Chaos
Deng Chanyu stood out from the crowd. After so many generations of reproduction and development, the Yugong clan now looked like pure human beings both in appearance and habits. They knew that she was their employer, who was said to be a fairy from heaven. When they saw her come out, the noise became smaller and smaller, and finally died down completely.

When the hall was completely quiet, she looked at a muscular middle-aged man named "Luan".

This is the direct descendant of the first generation Yugong. Ten years ago, he participated in a secret trial related to moving mountains, and was defeated by the contemporary Yugong.

Deng Chanyu asked Luan, "Brother, I see that many of our clansmen trust you, but you are against the entire clan building a mountain. What is your reason?"

Luan was not a member of the Wu Clan after all, and he did not have the Wu Clan's spirit of fighting against heaven and earth, and even chopping down gods and Buddhas with an axe. He had a stern face and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Our ancestors taught us to move mountains, but never to build them. This, this is inappropriate."

"Ancestral precepts?" Deng Chanyu muttered. She didn't have a deep understanding of this thing. The Deng family didn't have any ancestral precepts, and there was no such thing in modern society.

Directly denying someone's ancestors is inappropriate no matter from which angle you look at it.

She quickly found a story.

She asked, "If all the mountains in this world were removed by you, how would you make a living? Would you farm?"

As a skilled worker, the Yugong clan is naturally unwilling to farm, which is tantamount to abandoning the foundation on which they have become famous. However, livelihood is indeed becoming increasingly difficult now. Many young people in the clan have nothing to do and can only go out to do odd jobs, going hungry one day and full the next, just to earn that meager reward.

This era was actually very closed. As an outsider, if you went to another village to make a living, being looked down upon was the least of your worries. Being beaten for no reason was the norm.

Luan said firmly: "That can't go against our ancestors' teachings."

Deng Chanyu pointed out the window and said, "Did you hear the sound of the wind at night?"

"??? I heard it, what?"

"A hundred years ago, um, ten years ago, was the wind this strong?" Deng Chanyu didn't expect them to answer. "If I'm not mistaken, there was a mountain about a hundred and fifty feet high to the northeast of your village ten years ago. You moved it, making travel more convenient for the villagers, but every winter, the biting cold winds would howl in. The winds blew over and over again, causing a lot of soil to erode. The fields today are probably not as fertile as they were ten years ago."

Luan didn't know much about farming, so he quickly turned around and looked at several close relatives. Is that so?

Deng Chanyu continued, "I admire Yugong's spirit very much, but he's not perfect. If the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, then moving the mountain is the best option. If the disadvantages outweigh the benefits, then we need to reconsider."

What she really wanted to say was, why are you fighting with that mountain? If it's inconvenient to travel, why not emigrate?
The prehistoric world wasn't overrun with people. There were mountains blocking the way, so why would they have to fight the mountain? It's also inconvenient to get water from the mountain. If we move the mountain, do we have to bring the water back?

Moving mountains is an act that costs a lot of money and brings very little benefit.

In her view, Yugong is a typical example of a feudal patriarch. If I say to move the mountain, then it must be moved! No one can object! Not only does he want to move it himself, but he also wants to "ensure that his descendants will continue to move it forever." This sounds tragic.

The fate of their descendants is determined before they are even born, and they then have to follow the wishes of their ancestors and spend their entire lives moving mountains. How tragic is that?
But there was no need to say these words, she still expected the Yugong clan to work for her.

Luan sought confirmation from many sources and sent elders from the clan to check the fields in the village. The results showed that the fields in the village were indeed not as fertile as they were ten years ago.

Was it really because of the mountain-moving thing? He wasn't sure. Could it be that he had worked so hard to move the mountain and ended up moving it wrong?
As this highly prestigious troublemaker stopped talking, the modern Yugong unified the opinions of the tribe. All 13,712 members of the tribe were willing to follow Deng Chanyu to rebuild Mount Buzhou.

"You guys go pack your luggage now. Tomorrow morning, I will take you there on a cloud." After leaving these words, Deng Chanyu turned and left.

After returning to Buzhou Mountain, Deng Chanyu handed over the command of the Yugong clan to his chief foreman, Nezha!

She needed to refine the Fantian Seal. This job was not delicate, but it was very time-consuming.

Yuanshi Tianzun originally wanted to make it more refined in order to show his skills as the number one weapon refining master in the prehistoric world. The problem was that this half of the mountain was highly resistant to spells and was not afraid of fire or flooding. Yuanshi Tianzun tried every possible way but was helpless. In the end, he could only refine the function of smashing people. This was the only solution he had.

Now Deng Chanyu wants to erase all traces of Yuanshi Tianzun's weapon refining, reverse yin and yang, and the Fantian Seal will naturally turn back into the half of the mountain it once was.

She used the Cuiguang Liangyi Fire of the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp to reverse the Fantian Seal. Just two days later, Nezha came rushing to find her.

"Teacher, there are people in this mountain!"

Deng Chanyu stared at the refining furnace without even turning her head, and replied casually, "Someone? Who? Go to my desk and get a notice to vacate the premises within 30 days. The first five people to move out will receive a small prize. If you dare not move, I will apply for compulsory enforcement."

Nezha stood there gasping for air, as if he had a toothache.

Deng Chanyu turned around and asked curiously, "Are there really people in Buzhou Mountain? Who would live here? Or is there something else hidden in the mountain?"

Nezha showed a rare hint of hesitation. He didn't answer directly, "Teacher, it's hard to explain. Um, you should go and take a look yourself. This is a bit tricky. I don't know how to handle it."

"Even the fearless Li Sanlang doesn't know how to deal with this? Okay, lead the way. I'll see how tricky this is."

After a cup of tea, Deng Chanyu found the deadbeat who refused to vacate the house as Nezha mentioned.

This thing has a huge body, six legs, four wings, and no eyes, ears, mouth, or other facial features. From a distance, it looks as red as a ball of fire.

Did Dijiang come here? Deng Chanyu carefully identified him and found that it was not him. The guy in front of her had a fierce and violent aura, which was completely different from Dijiang.

She calculated with her fingers and found that there was no powerful person of saint level who could conceal the secrets of heaven. Now, there was almost no secret in the prehistoric world that could be hidden from her.

They look very similar, but actually this is not Dijiang, but Hun Dun, the leader of the four evil beasts in the ancient times.

This is the product of the part of Pangu's essence mixed with the fierce and violent energy of the ancient times that was lost after Shu and Hu drilled through the seven orifices of Dijiang.

(End of this chapter)