Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1583 Fishing and Playing Chess

Jiang Ziya was completely bewildered.

The moment before, he was happily fishing in heaven, and the next moment, he was pulled into this mysterious realm by some strange force.

Not to mention resisting, he didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting. The Jade Purity magic power in his body automatically operated, and his own spatial position changed drastically.

Yang Jian was able to meet Huanglong Zhenren, Guangchengzi was very close to Guanyin Bodhisattva after being teleported, and the other immortals of the Chan sect were basically able to meet their companions, but he was the only one who was all alone and looked dangerous no matter how you looked at him.

Holding on and waiting for help was the dumbest idea. If it were still the Conferred God War period, there would naturally be plenty of immortals to save him. But now? No one would even look at him if he died. And with his two moves, defending? How could he defend?

Without the magic whip or the apricot yellow flag, any random enemy can kill him.

Knowing that he was hated for presiding over the List of Investiture of the Gods, he basically just muddled through the years in Heaven, and would never stand out if he could.

After becoming one of the Three Immortals of Fu, Lu and Shou, he started a new mode of slacking off. His magic and Taoism did not improve much, but his fishing skills could be said to be perfect. Now he is unarmed and has only a fishing rod which is considered a magic weapon.

Fighting with a fishing rod? He was afraid of making his enemies laugh to death.

Like using a guide stick, he used the fishing rod to test while moving forward in one direction. Luckily, the magic fishing rod triggered the smoke that spewed out from deep underground several times in advance.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the darkness around him gradually faded away and visibility became higher and higher. When the surrounding light was almost the same as dusk, he found a quaint town in front of him.

A silver-white stream runs through the center of the town. Not far from Jiang Ziya, a man in a black robe is standing alone on the shore, staring at something.

Just by taking a look, Lao Jiang felt that his thoughts of slacking off and wasting time were completely shattered. These things, which can be called beliefs, were not formed in a day or two, but were accumulated bit by bit over decades or even centuries.

His face became more and more resolute, and in a moment, it seemed that Prime Minister Jiang, who was in charge of the army and determined to destroy the Shang Dynasty, had returned.

Desire, endless desire, grew in his heart. He felt like he had wasted hundreds of years. What had he been doing all this time? Hiding his true strength? Foolish! Concealing his true strength? Could he even hide it?

The man in black robe turned around and looked at him. It was impossible to tell whether this person was a man or a woman, and his face was blurry. If it weren't for his body shape, it would be hard to say whether he was a human.

"There are actually such weak ancient people?" As the black-robed man spoke, the rising desire in Jiang Ziya's heart was curbed, but it was also accompanied by fear, the fear of facing a powerful existence.

Even with the magic whip and the apricot yellow flag in hand, he would definitely not be a match for this man in black robe. Even if ten thousand of himself or a hundred million of himself were tied together, they would not be able to defeat him.

This man in black robe made him feel like he was facing Yuanshi Tianzun.

The black-robed man extended a white finger, pointed at him, and said, "According to my rules, you must compete with me. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you will become a slave to desire. How about this? Do you agree, Honghuang people?"

Jiang Ziya had seen many storms and waves. Nothing was a big deal except death. He had died several times and had enough mental resistance. This resistance was nothing in front of the man in black robe, but it allowed him to maintain a certain thinking ability.

He kept instilling in himself various ideas of slacking off and paddling to resist the erosion of desire. Although he didn't know the details, he believed that becoming a slave to desire was definitely not a good thing.

The man in black robe looked at him with interest. It was very rare to find such a weak person in the ancient times who had a certain resistance to desire.

interesting!
He didn't seem to be in a hurry, just waiting quietly.

After his heart beat eighty times, Lao Jiang made up his mind: "I'll compete with you."

"Okay, what should we compete in?" Jiang Ziya pointed at the Silver Stream and said, "There are fish in the water, so let's compete in fishing."

The man in black robe: “.”

As the Chaos Demon God, it only took a moment for Him to read all the information related to fishing from Lao Jiang's mind.
He originally thought it was a comparison of magic, magic arrays, and even alchemy, but he never expected it to be such a boring competition.

Jiang Ziya regained the shrewdness he had when facing the gods and Buddhas during the Conferred Gods War: "Don't you dare?"

The black-robed man laughed and said, "Why not? It's just a trivial skill. Come on."

He casually pointed his finger, and Lao Jiang's magic fishing rod was restored to its original state. Then the man in black robe condensed the surrounding spiritual energy and created an identical fishing rod.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the man in black robe fell silent.

It was clearly the same technique, the same approach, so why did I lose?
He had his own pride and would not play tricks. He snorted, broke the fishing rod, and left without looking back.

Jiang Ziya's face was covered in sweat. This time he had used his fishing skills to the fullest, and with some luck, he had managed to defeat the powerful enemy with great difficulty. He was not sure if he could do it again.

"Zi Ya." Someone called him not far away. He quickly turned around and saw the Immortal of the South Pole.

The Immortal of the South Pole looked exhausted, his skin was dull and lifeless, and he was leaning on a cane with difficulty, looking as if he would not live long.

"Senior brother! Where exactly is this place? That guy from before... Who on earth is that guy?" Although Jiang Ziya had no good feelings towards his senior brother Nan Ji, he still maintained respect for him at this time. He urgently needed to know some information.

He had a lot of questions to ask. Nanji Xianweng raised a palm and said, "Follow me to see the teacher first."

Jiang Ziya was shocked: "Teacher is here too?!"

His eyes were full of confusion. Since the saint was here, why didn't he let us go out?
The Immortal of the South Pole seemed to have guessed his thoughts. Without any unnecessary explanation, he just shook his head and motioned for him to follow him.

"Well, come with me, someone will explain all this."

"Yes, senior brother."

Jiang Ziya followed the Immortal of the South Pole and walked into the town.

On the way, he saw Manjushri Bodhisattva with his head down, calculating something. The great Bodhisattva's face was flushed and his spirit was extremely excited, but his words were unclear, and what he was chanting seemed to be a mixture of Buddhist and Taoist scriptures.

"What's this, fellow Manjusri?"

The Immortal of the South Pole said nothing, but just shook his head.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the center of the town.

Jiang Ziya immediately saw Yuanshi Tianzun, who was wearing a sky blue Taoist robe with the sun, moon and stars embroidered on it with gold and silver threads, a golden lotus crown on his head, and a jade ruyi in his hand.

Opposite Yuanshi Tianzun sat Deng Chanyu, who was wearing a black Taoist robe. The two were playing chess. Deng Chanyu's face was as serious as if she were a different person. The Chaos Bell was placed on her left hand, and Baihe Tongzi was kneeling beside her, serving her with a worried look on his face.

(End of this chapter)