Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1605: Taking shelter from the limelight

Whether it is the Peach Festival or the Heavenly Peace Conference, strictly speaking, they are both a kind of welfare provided by the Heavenly Court to the immortals. When distributing welfare, it is necessary to create an atmosphere of sharing joy with the people. In theory, such conferences should be managed and arranged by logistics departments such as the Three Immortals of Fortune, Longevity and Happiness.

According to custom, the Three Immortals were the first to go on stage and send their most sincere greetings to the Emperor of Heaven and the Four Emperors, many important officials of the Heavenly Court, colleagues, immortals from the three realms, and immortals at home and abroad.

Without any advertising sponsorship, Jiang Ziya, the god of fortune, spoke first. The old man, with a look of joy on his face, said in a loud voice: "Blessings and virtues are as boundless as the earth, and blessings and celebrations are connected to the sky."

After a long list of blessings, Bigan followed closely as the God of Fortune: "May your fortune increase by ten thousand hu and bring you good health; may your fortune increase by a thousand zhong and bring you world peace."

Finally, there is the old man of longevity: "Life is extended like the sun and the moon, and life is as leisurely as the mountains and the sea."

"Okay! Well said!"

"The three immortals said it well!"

All the immortals cheered together. How to maintain the order of the Three Realms and how to deal with the foreign demons are all things that you, the Emperor of Heaven, have to consider. We ordinary immortals are just working here. Fortune, wealth, and longevity are the things that everyone needs most, no doubt about it!

In a scene like the Antian Conference, leaders' long speeches are the most annoying. Previously, when Haotian was at the Peach Festival, he basically just raised his glass and invited many immortals to drink together, which was considered the official start of the banquet. Now Fenghuang was not prepared to give any passionate speeches.

Following the old custom, Phoenix sat on the throne and picked up the wine glass.

"Today we are only friends, not rulers or subjects. I drink this cup together with all the immortals!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

After a glass of wine, the banquet officially began.

Although Fenghuang and Longji had been busy for several months with a group of female fairies belonging to the Yaochi Fairy Palace, the originally short and fat Earth God in the Peach Garden was forced to become a short and thin Earth God.

They drew a large amount of spiritual energy into the Peach Garden and forced the peaches to ripen, eventually obtaining more than two thousand peaches.

Compared with the guests of the Antian Conference, this amount of peaches can only meet less than one-third of the demand, and the rest must be made up with other spiritual fruits and innate spiritual fruits.

A slight difference between this year and previous years is that all spiritual fruits, including peaches, are placed in brocade boxes. Without opening the box and without a certain level of cultivation, no one knows what kind of fruit is inside.

Phoenix had previously sent out its personal atmosphere team, including the Barefoot Immortal, to spread the rumor that the number of peaches was slightly insufficient because the Monkey King had caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace. The immortals were mentally prepared for this.

You can't expect the Jade Emperor to conjure up thousands of peaches out of thin air, right? You should also be considerate of the Jade Emperor and be patient. Better days are still to come!

You must be mentally prepared before opening the "blind box". Those immortals who opened ordinary spiritual fruits seemed very disappointed, but they were far from having a manic attack and wanting to swing an axe and seize the Jade Emperor's throne.

Phoenix secretly observed, and seeing that the immortals were calm, she felt that the number of peaches could be further reduced next time. Those who got ordinary spiritual fruits were just disappointed, while those who got peaches in the brocade box were unexpected surprises. They hadn't expected much to begin with, and now they could still get peaches, which only showed that they were lucky.

Those immortals who produced innate spiritual fruits were surprised.

With a crisp "crack" sound, Lao Sha in the side hall accidentally broke the wine glass.

In the brocade box in front of him was a golden innate Bodhi fruit, which was the fruit from the innate Gengjin tree. Ever since Zhunti transformed and refined the innate Bodhi tree into the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the number of innate Bodhi fruits in the world has been getting smaller and smaller.

Ninety-nine percent of the immortals in the prehistoric world don't know the relationship between the innate Bodhi fruit and Zhunti, but everyone understands the principle that rare things are valuable. There are three thousand peach trees in the Peach Garden, and tens of thousands of peaches can be harvested at a time. If you eat one innate Bodhi fruit, there will be one less. Which one do you think is rarer?
Seeing the jackpot coming out of Lao Sha's "blind box", not only the immortals around, but even the Buddhists were attracted to pay attention.

Before any of the immortals or Buddhas could react, Manjushri Bodhisattva walked up to Lao Sha and said, "My dear friend, you are so kind. I wonder if you would be willing to sell this spiritual fruit to me. I am willing to exchange it for a sixth-grade lotus platform."

Lao Sha agreed to the deal without much hesitation, but he did not take the lotus platform. Instead, he exchanged it for a piece of armor from Manjushri Bodhisattva. When Monkey King made trouble in the Heavenly Palace before, he was knocked down by a stick and had no power to fight back. This hurt his self-esteem a little, and he thought it was because of his insufficient defense.

Lao Sha is not the only lucky one. There are also people who have bloomed Bodhi fruit, Huangzhong plum, and Wutong fruit.

The unscrupulous Emperor of Heaven has been secretly controlling the speed of distributing the grand prizes. Whenever the enthusiasm of the banquet dies down, she will give out a grand prize to boost the atmosphere. After receiving a lot of feedback, she secretly stuffed three Nine Revolutions Golden Pills into the "blind box".

Taishang Laojun is not the only one in the prehistoric world who can make elixirs. There is no patent for this thing. Basically, anyone at a similar level can make it. Naturally, she can do it too, but she is not as professional. The efficacy of the elixir she makes is slightly inferior to Laojun's. The gap is not that big.

The occasional big prizes kept the atmosphere of the Antian Conference very lively, and secret negotiations also began.

Jingwei held a stack of forms and asked her colleagues seriously, "Brothers and sisters, does anyone want to go to the lower realms to play? The teacher said that if you attend the lower realms well, you will receive a stipend and travel expenses when you return to heaven."

The immortals' concept of time is completely different from that of mortals. It is very common for Yunxiao to spend hundreds of years beheading corpses. Now there are only more than 300 years left before the official start of the Journey to the West, and many immortals have to descend to the mortal world in advance. It is not possible for Tang Seng to arrive at his doorstep before he descends to the mortal world. That would be too late.

The twenty-seven constellations looked at each other, thinking that although they could live freely in the lower world, the spiritual energy there was too thin, which was not conducive to cultivation.

Most of them were shaking their heads, indicating that they did not want to go to the mortal world. Jingwei was not surprised by this. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go ask somewhere else."

Just as she was about to leave, Kuimu Lang stopped her and said, "Wait a minute, sister. I have recently reached a bottleneck in my cultivation and have made no progress in hundreds of years. I am thinking of traveling to the lower realms."

Recently, the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect have been jointly tracking down the whereabouts of those relics. Marshal Tianpeng is a trusted and beloved general of the Jade Emperor. Just because he secretly hid a relic, he would be executed at any time. If the fact that he had a relic hidden in his stomach was discovered, wouldn't he be killed without a burial place? He wanted to take this opportunity to go to the lower world to avoid the limelight.

Jingwei said, "Oh," and said, "Brother, please fill out a form. I'll take it to Uncle Bigan for registration."

Kuimu Lang nodded hurriedly: "Okay, I'll write it right away, right away."

(End of this chapter)