Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1685 Return to Huaguo Mountain

Taishang Laojun continued to reach out to Sun Wukong.

"Old man, what do you mean?"

"That fan is what I use to fan the fire."

"You old man, you are unreasonable. When did I ever take your fan?"

"That's what you have tucked into your lower back."

"." Sun Wukong could not deny it, so he could only hand him the yang-attributed banana fan. The more he fanned the fan, the fiercer the flames became. In the past, when the monkey was trapped in the Bagua furnace, Jinjiao and Yinjiao used this fan to fan the fire crazily, which damaged his eyes.

Laojun put away the palm leaf fan and continued to hold out his hand: "There is more."

"besides?"

"The golden rope is the belt of an experienced person."

There are five magic weapons in total: the purple gold and red gourd, the mutton-fat jade bottle, the banana fan, the golden rope, and the seven-star sword. Sun Wukong squeezed them out like toothpaste, you name one and I will give you one.

Taishang Laojun couldn't say anything. He was in the wrong and could only play with him.

After collecting all the magic weapons, he pointed at the two Taoist boys and said, "You two evil creatures, return to Tushita Palace immediately. You are not allowed to come out without the order of this old Taoist!"

Jinjiao and Yinjiao were so frightened that they rolled and crawled, and hurriedly rode the clouds back to the Tushita Palace.

The Jade Emperor came forward and asked for a decree from the Jade Emperor to pardon the fungus people on behalf of Sun Wukong.

Phoenix had already written it, and Longji took it out to them. At this point, the faults of the fungus people were all forgiven. It was unlikely that they would grow to the height of a giant, but it was possible for them to grow to the height of a dwarf and have a lifespan of more than a hundred years.

Sun Wukong planned to bring the fungus people to Huaguo Mountain to live temporarily. He didn't know whether his own monkeys and these little people could live in harmony. If they could, that would be the best. If not, he would find another place.

As they approached the Flower-Fruit Mountain, Monkey King showed a rare hint of hesitation.

"Monkey head? Are you scared?"

Taishang Laojun doesn't like Zhunti or Deng Chanyu, but he does have a different opinion of the monkey. It is extremely rare that the monkey catches his eye.

It's not surprising if you look into it.

The monkey's will to resist is too strong, and the Taiqing lineage lacks this.

The more you lack something, the more you desire it.

If Taiqing and Taishang Laojun were asked to walk the path of saints ten times or a hundred times, he would still go with the flow, follow the will of heaven, and throw the brotherhood of the Three Pure Ones that had lasted for billions of years into the toilet. However, he envied that spirit of resistance from the bottom of his heart, which he did not possess.

Sun Wukong was embarrassed when his secret was revealed, and said stubbornly: "What are you afraid of? I am just..."

But he couldn't tell what.

He hadn't been back for more than five hundred years. He had flown through the East China Sea several times before, but he was homesick and avoided the Flower-Fruit Mountain from afar. He didn't dare to go there, or even take a second look, for fear of evoking memories of the past.

"Haha, it's best not to be afraid." Taishang Laojun almost dragged Sun Wukong to Huaguo Mountain by force.

This blessed land had long been destroyed by heavenly soldiers and generals. Two earth veins had shifted, several sources of spiritual energy had been polluted, and the landscape of the mountains and rivers had been severely damaged. Flower-Fruit Mountain once had a total of 47,000 monkeys, but now less than a tenth remains. Hunters from the Aolai Kingdom frequently entered the mountains to hunt, further reducing the monkey population.

Seeing his monkeys being skinned and their tendons pulled out, Sun Wukong was furious.

If he were in his usual mood, he would have wanted to kill all the hunters. The Supreme Lord stopped him, saying, "How can a monk like you be so aggressive? I will help you to reorganize the spiritual energy of Flower-Fruit Mountain. After a hundred years, it will be condensed into a blessed land. I will also help you to set up a great formation. From now on, those mortals will be unable to approach Flower-Fruit Mountain."

Sun Wukong immediately nodded and agreed.

After the fungus people are settled, the next step is the female tree.

Sun Wukong wanted to plant this tree in the Peach Garden, without saying anything about atonement. He felt that his actions that day were indeed a bit rash. He thought there was nothing wrong in releasing the innate Peach Tree, but there were many ways to release it. He chose the most violent one, and it was his fault.

At this time, there are still dozens of half-dead peach trees in the Peach Garden. These were planted by the two generations of Heavenly Emperors, Haotian and Fenghuang, who spent five hundred years to rescue and plant them after the Peach Garden was destroyed. Without the huge vitality provided by the peach trees themselves, these dozen trees can only be said to be still alive, and it is impossible to hold a Peach Festival.

As a failed attempt at a ginseng fruit tree, the female tree was naturally flawed, and its huge vitality had nowhere to vent. Sun Wukong asked about her personal wishes, and she agreed to go to the Peach Garden to "take up the job."

The two sides hit it off immediately, and the female tree was planted in the Peach Garden, injecting huge vitality into those peach trees. Although they are still small in scale now, after hundreds or thousands of years, the Peach Garden will surely regain its former splendor.

After completing a task, Sun Wukong felt his mind cleared. He returned to the group. Tang Sanzang asked him, "Wukong, I remember leaving Chang'an City. Spring ended, summer began, autumn ended, and winter solstice arrived. It's been four or five years. Are we almost at Mount Lingshan?"

Sun Wukong was extremely lively, jumping and clapping his hands: "Good morning! Good morning! We haven't even left the house yet, and are still wandering around in this hall!"

Tang Seng got angry when he heard this. You’re playing tricks on me again! But he also understood the monkey’s temper. This guy is like a donkey that goes along with the flow. If you follow his wishes, everything will be easy. Compared with the old pig and the jade rabbit, this eldest disciple is the easiest to control.

Okay, whatever you say is what it is.

Mount Emei.

Deng Chanyu shouted, "All teams, get ready!"

Xiao Wu cast several spells, and a magic mirror shone brightly. Yuan Xiao quickly shone the light on the center of the venue. The iron-eating beasts Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan cleaned up the venue. Xiao Qingluan, Hong Hu and the others lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

"ACTION!"

Daji, with a look of compassion on her face, stood in the center of the "extras," raising her hands high: "Hou Tu, feeling the suffering of all living things in the prehistoric world, is willing to transform herself into a reincarnation today. The six paths of reincarnation begin!"

Deng Chanyu made a stop gesture.

Daji came over and looked at the playback in the magic mirror. After watching for a while, she said, "I feel like the emotions are still a little off."

"It was indeed a close call. You didn't display the tragic spirit of Hou Tu Niangniang, who sacrificed herself for all of the prehistoric world. While you care about the brotherhood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, you should also prioritize the future of the prehistoric world over your own emotions. This relationship is quite complicated, so you should think about it."

The "transportation" of many worlds does not mean a complete severance from the prehistoric world. They must remember some important moments of the prehistoric world. Now that many worlds have been restarted, how can they remember things like "Hou Tu's reincarnation" and "Nu Wa's creation of humans from clay"? Just by talking?

Deng Chanyu’s method is for us to perform it again on the spot, and then form a world imprint and penetrate into the core of each world.

She coughed and said, "Let's do it again, Xiao Qingluan, stop eating! Still eating? Get down!"

Xiao Qingluan, the patriarch of the Qingluan clan, quickly stuffed the whole candied fruit into her mouth, then tilted her head and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

(End of this chapter)