Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1297 A conclusion must be made

Deng Chanyu, Fenghuang and Yueguang all have their own small treasuries, which are connected to each other but not shared.

Deng Chanyu basically lives on free food and drink from the Heavenly Palace. Her savings have been almost consumed in one major project after another. She is definitely richer than the average immortal, but much poorer than Phoenix and Moonlight.

Fighting is the most profitable thing. Fenghuang has been invincible for many years, conquering the east and the west. She consumes very little on a daily basis. Longji is a wealthy woman herself, so the wealth accumulated by Fenghuang is extremely astonishing.

After ten years of construction, Ziwei Star has completely gotten rid of its appearance when it was once inhabited by demons.

Clusters of palaces are scattered throughout this star field, with magnificent buildings everywhere. The 365 officials under the command of Emperor Ziwei each have their own duties, and every ray of crystal starlight coming out from here is an imperial decree to the lower realm.

Chixiao Palace is the center of many palaces.

At this time, outside the palace gate, Lao Zhu volunteered to come and welcome the guests. As the Marshal of Tianpeng, he was qualified.

Three years ago, a thousand miles of rosy clouds rose above the Eight Scenery Palace on Shouyang Mountain. It seemed that the critical moment of Master Xuandu's beheading of the two corpses had come. As a relatively friendly auditor, Lao Zhu's treatment also increased. Originally, his position of marshal was a bit unworthy of his reputation, and his prestige was too low. In the heavenly system, he was regarded as the same as the marshals guarding the gates like Deng Xin, Zhang Tao, Pang Liu Gou Bi. But now it is more appropriate.

Seeing Taibai Jinxing approaching on a cloud from afar, he immediately went to greet him, smiling and saying, "Old Star Lord, I apologize for not entertaining you well. Please come in!"

Taibai Jinxing was one of those people who knew what was going on. He knew that Deng Chanyu, Taishang Laojun, Haotian and others were very busy at Buzhou Mountain, so he definitely didn't go to join in the fun, and he was lucky enough to escape disaster.

He was an old immortal with quite a bit of wealth, and his job as the Western Inspector General brought him some extra income, so the little bit of incense he received as salary was not very important.

If you have old arms and legs, don’t bother going to Mount Buzhou.

Taibai Jinxing chatted happily with Lao Zhu and said a few festive words before walking into the Chixiao Palace.

Soon, another immortal came from a distance.

Old Zhu looked carefully. Who was this? He looked familiar. As he got closer, he suddenly realized that it was the barefoot immortal! My goodness, he had lost a lot of weight!

The palm-leaf fan he used to hold in his hand was gone, and the glittering Taoist robe on his body was replaced by a single piece of clothing. Before, the barefoot immortal smiled at everyone he saw, but now he still smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

"Am I not too late?" he asked Lao Zhu very politely.

"No, no, please come in, Master!"

"There is work, there is work."

The barefoot immortal tapped his old waist in a place where no one was paying attention. His waist was almost broken from hitting stones every day.

The stones of Mount Buzhou seemed to possess some mysterious power, seemingly increasing in hardness as his strength grew. He seemed to be at the same level as he had been six months ago. To earn more offerings and support his family of immortals, he risked his life.

Deng Chanyu said that anyone who participated in the Phoenix Succession Ceremony would be given seven days off, and these seven days would be calculated based on their normal working hours.

Most immortals are willing to take this seven-day holiday. The quality of the banquet is secondary. At least they can have a good rest.

The barefoot immortal walked in with a tired look on his face, and soon after, Kuimu Lang, one of the twenty-eight constellations, also came to Ziwei Star on a cloud.

The Twenty-Eight Constellations have many leaders above them. They include the Four Imperial Emperors, the Five Elders, Dou Mu Yuanjun, and a series of other high-ranking officials in the Heavenly Court. Expanding this scope, they also include the Four Heavenly Spirits. The seven stars in the north belong to the Black Tortoise, the seven stars in the south to the Vermillion Bird, the seven stars in the east to the Azure Dragon, and the seven stars in the west to the White Tiger. Who exactly to follow requires specific analysis.

Phoenix, the Emperor of Ziwei, is also one of their leaders. After all the demons on Ziwei Star were expelled, several star gods returned to heaven.

Among the twenty-eight constellations, some are former disciples of the Jiejiao Sect, some are demons, some are dragons, and some are gods like Jingwei who are considered to be first-class monsters. They can only be said to belong to the same department and are definitely not brothers.

Kuimulang was born into a demon clan and had a large family to support. He could not bear the constant chaos in the Heavenly Court. Fortunately, he still had some strength left, so he volunteered to work at Mount Buzhou.

"Is that the barefoot immortal in front?" Kuimulang pointed at the figure who had already walked into the Chixiao Palace and asked Lao Zhu.

Old Zhu nodded quickly: "That's right, the Immortal has lost some weight, I didn't even notice it at first glance."

Kuimulang smiled and said, "I've been living with this great immortal for the past two months. I almost didn't recognize him after he put on his clothes. Okay, brother, you're busy, I'll go in first!"

"well!"

In recent years, whenever a large-scale banquet is held in Honghuang, something will definitely happen, some big and some small.

The most recent incident was at the Bajing Palace, where dozens of immortals died. The immortals of the ancient times are no longer as enthusiastic about banquets, especially grand banquets, as before. After all, there is a possibility of losing their lives. Even if the chance is only very small, the immortals are reluctant to die and are unwilling to wade into this muddy water.

Phoenix knew the psychology of the immortals, and she was also worried that her celebration would be messed up, so she deliberately reduced the scale and invited only immortals with certain strength from the Heavenly Court.

No one from the Chan or Jie sects was invited to the internal meeting, and no one from Buddhism would come.

She thought this shouldn't be a big problem.

Deng Chanyu assigned all the work on Buzhou Mountain to Nezha and explained many precautions. With the assistance of the contemporary Yugong, no major problems would arise.

She was going to be away for seven days, but not to rest, but to do some business.

Her current magic power is deeper than that of a quasi-saint who can normally kill two corpses, and she has gone much further than them in the path of Taoism. According to the standards of Xuanmen, she can easily kill the phoenix and moonlight.

Others bought tickets first and then got on the bus, but she got on the bus and then bought the ticket.

The former requires you to grasp the timing. When the "train" arrives at the station, you have to rush on. If you can't rush on or are squeezed off, then sorry, you have to wait for the next train.

The latter is not so urgent. She is already on the train and can buy a ticket at any time. Even if she does not buy a ticket, in theory, the train can still take her to the station.

Deng Chanyu didn't dare to do such a trick. She decided to behead the corpse according to the standards of Xuanmen and Hongjun's steps.

The only problem is that the cause and effect of Phoenix must be completely resolved.

Avoiding the dozing Yuan Feng's fourth son, Xue Huang, Deng Chanyu quietly came to the depths of the Immortal Volcano.

"Huh? Why do you smell different than before?" A beautiful woman who was the incarnation of Yuan Feng appeared out of thin air, lay on her shoulder, sniffed her for a while, then wrinkled her nose slightly, obviously unable to tell what the difference was.

　There is something urgent at work, so the last two chapters are not edited yet. Please wait until I am done, and those two chapters will be posted around noon.
　　
　
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