Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1594: Human or ghost?

Yuanshi Tianzun is actually a very ruthless saint. If you are in line with his wishes, he can treat you well. If you are not in line with his wishes, like Huanglong Zhenren, he will not even look at you even if you die on the roadside.

Ma Liang's qualifications, fortune, and background were all concealed by the Nanji Xianweng. From an outsider's perspective, he looked quite good, a true talent and a beautiful jade. But these disguises could not be hidden from the saints. Yuanshi Tianzun could see the problem at a glance. When did the standards for accepting disciples in our Xianjiao become so low? This is just an ordinary person with a little spirituality. How can he be admitted into our Xianjiao? Get lost!
Yuanshi Tianzun waved his hand, and Ma Liang didn't see the head saint or his teacher at all. He had no room to explain or prove himself. Without knowing it, he ran back and forth between the prehistoric world and the world of Zhentian Coffin.

When he regained consciousness, he realized that something had changed, and hurried to Yuxu Palace to pay a visit to his teacher. However, he was stopped outside the door by several little lolis from the Qingluan Bird clan.

Nezha didn't know the whole story, and Ma Liang and the little girl guarding the door had even less idea. Everyone was completely confused.

Fortunately, Nezha knew that the Yuxu Palace had a new owner, and the young man in front of him must have come to the wrong place.

"Young man, Yuxu Palace is now the dojo of my teacher, Jade Purity Saint. If you want to find Jade Purity Saint, you'll probably have to go to Primal Chaos."

Ma Liang is a man of integrity and determination, but concepts like chaos and primitive times are too far away from him.

He looked surprised and didn't quite understand what Nezha meant.

Nezha, like an old man, had a sad face and walked in with his hands behind his back: "Eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. It's all very difficult."

Ma Liang was extremely brave, completely unaware of fear. He grabbed Nezha's sleeve and said, "Sir, may I ask which immortal is in charge of the Chan Sect now?"

Which immortal is in charge? This is not a simple question to answer. Nezha does not know what the agreement was between his teacher and the immortals of the Chan Sect. He only knows that Yuxu Palace has nothing to do with the Chan Sect now.

The orthodox teaching is different from the evil teaching. After the immortals of the orthodox teaching leave their sect, they all have their own temples where they can practice on their own.

Deng Chanyu, Sanxiao and others often prepare birthday parties for Nuwa because Nuwa likes lively occasions. Yuanshi Tianzun does not have this habit. When a saint is in seclusion, hundreds or thousands of years are just a blink of an eye. He does not need his disciples to celebrate his birthday.

Normally, the immortals of the Xianjiao sect would not return to the Yuxu Palace for a hundred years. The only ones who really stayed here were the Nanji Xianweng and the Baihe Tongzi, and now these two are no longer in the prehistoric world.

Nezha shook his head: "I don't know either. My friend, you should hurry down the mountain. Okay?"

He suddenly noticed some ink stains on Ma Liang's collar and sleeves, and suddenly asked, "Young man, do you have any special skills?"

Ma Liang was taken aback by the question, but fortunately he had been asked this question many times over the years, so he answered aloud, "I'm good at painting."

Nezha's eyes lit up instantly: "Maybe a landscape painting?"

"can."

"Maybe I'll draw some birds and animals."

"Can draw."

Nezha quickly led Ma Liang into Yuxu Palace, bowed solemnly, and asked him to teach him painting.

Ma Liang agreed immediately, but he wanted to ask Nezha for help to find out what the Chan Sect had planned for him.

In ancient times, powerful people could understand the great principles just by observing the heaven and earth. In later times, it was necessary for a master to lead the way, and the practice depended on the individual. Now, it is the teacher who teaches, learns, and resolves doubts.

At this time, Ma Liang desperately needed a teacher to help him answer the many questions he had about his cultivation. His questions were all very basic, and Nezha had never learned the Jade Purity Immortal Technique, but these basics were similar: 1+1=2, no matter how much you tried, it wouldn't work. As a Golden Immortal, he was more than capable of answering Ma Liang's questions, but there were many other issues involved.

Nezha did not agree, but did not refuse either. He wanted to ask his teacher's opinion.

When Nezha found Deng Chanyu, she was sitting under a yellow plum tree, comprehending the Jade Purity Immortal Technique.

Huangzhongli is also one of the ten innate spiritual roots. It blooms once every ten thousand years, bears fruit once every ten thousand years, and takes another ten thousand years to mature. It takes thirty thousand years to produce nine fruits.

Compared with the garden full of peaches, and the ginseng fruit tree that blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature, and only produces thirty fruits in ten thousand years, the Huangzhongli is obviously more precious.

Huang Zhongli does not belong to the Chan Sect. It is an opportunity obtained by the Three Pure Ones when they traveled in the ancient times. It can be regarded as the common property of the three brothers. However, after the Three Pure Ones split up, Taiqing and Shangqing left Kunlun Mountain one after another, and Huang Zhongli then fell into the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun for safekeeping.

Yuanshi Tianzun wanted to save face and didn't want to be accused of being petty-minded, so this innate spiritual root remained in Yuxu Palace.

Deng Chanyu was sitting under a tree. Nezha waited for a while, and when she looked over, he stepped forward to report.

"Ma Liang?" Deng Chanyu got the half-broken Heavenly Dao Pen from the hands of King Qin. There was no karma between her and Ma Liang, and a mortal like him who had not entered the immortal way could not bear her karma.

Nezha wants to learn Ma Liang's painting skills and use some guidance on cultivation as a reward. There is nothing wrong with this transaction, but it is a bit taboo. After all, the teacher is still alive. It is reasonable for fellow disciples to give some guidance, but how can you and Ma Liang be considered fellow disciples?

Deng Chanyu felt that this was a non-issue. The Immortal of the South Pole was basically of the same generation as Nezha, so what was the problem? Besides, if Nezha, the Golden Immortal, was allowed to do whatever he wanted, he could seriously injure the Taiyi of the South Pole.

"Master, I understand. If Ma Liang has any questions about his cultivation, you can explain them to him. It won't be a problem."

Half an hour later, Nezha and Ma Liang came to kowtow. Deng Chanyu encouraged them with a few words and then let them go.

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Three years passed in a flash.

Fengdu Mountain.

Daji handed a document to Deng Chanyu: "Take a look at this."

Deng Chanyu took it up and examined it carefully. "Xin Daodu of Longxi secretly married the daughter of the King of Qin. Three days after the wedding, he was given a golden pillow. When the Queen of Qin learned of this, she opened the coffin and examined the corpse. Traces of sexual intercourse were found on the body, and she appointed Xin Daodu as the Prince Consort."

She was a little puzzled. What was wrong with this? It was just a normal human-ghost romance. This one might not even be a romance at all. They had just done it for three days, and there were traces left. It was obvious how much effort it took.

Daji said, "The daughter of the King of Qin has been dead for twenty-three years. The Book of Life and Death records her death as a sudden illness, yet no ghost messenger came to arrest her and send her to the netherworld for reincarnation. This person is already dead, yet she gave birth to a son for Xin Daodu. Humans and ghosts have different paths, so where did this child come from? Is this child a human or a ghost?"

Deng Chanyu understood that this matter was indeed a bit strange.

Is this another plot by the evil old dragon ghost? She doesn't think so.

(End of this chapter)