Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 228 Yang Ren
"Teacher, is this really okay? Should we wait?"

The White Crane Boy is the saint's attendant boy. He can face the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect with neither arrogance nor servility, but the White Cloud Boy cannot do so.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun asked him to go to Chaoge to rescue people, but he kept making excuses to refuse because he was worried that something might happen and he would be thrown out to take the blame.

At the same time that the master and the disciple were arguing.

Yang Ren, a senior official of the Shang Dynasty who had a master-disciple relationship with the True Lord of Qingxu Daode, died.
This senior official actually took over Mei Bo's job and was responsible for daily advice.

King Zhou was essentially a foolish and tyrannical ruler, and it actually had little to do with whether there was a fox spirit around him. In a slave society, punishments such as gouging out people's eyes and chopping off their hands and feet were not taboo. In addition, Yin Hong was still waving flags and shouting in Xiqi, constantly recruiting the old ministers of the Shang Dynasty to serve him. The anger in King Zhou's heart was growing every moment.

Today, Yang Ren gave advice that angered King Zhou, and he was immediately taken out by the warriors in front of the palace and his eyes gouged out.

Yang Ren's face was covered in blood. He screamed and died.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun sat in the quiet room and sighed softly, but he did not blame Baiyun Tongzi.

This time the omen of the relationship between master and disciple came too late. Even when he was free and unrestricted, he was too late to save people.

He counted on his fingers.

After a person dies, many previously unclear causes and effects become clear.

Yang Ren had a connection to the Chan Sect, but the True Lord Qingxu Daode noticed that this senior official was too old, almost fifty! He wasn't a top-tier military commander like Deng Chanyu and Yang Jian, lacking the talent to become a general or a prime minister. He was a pure civil servant, perhaps skilled in swordplay, but that was all.

In his opinion, Yang Ren really didn't have much chance to become an immortal.

It is not worth it for him to risk violating Yuanshi Tianzun's ban to rescue him. Qingxu Daode Zhenjun knows very well that whether he can survive the catastrophe, Yuanshi Tianzun's role is actually greater than that of a disciple.

"Forget it, I will continue my retreat. Tong'er, guard the cave well and don't let anyone disturb it."

"Yes."

Yang Ren woke up in a house with very gorgeous decorations. This kind of gorgeousness was completely different from that of the Shang Dynasty. If he had to use words to describe it, it would be a strange exotic style.

There are carpets with various patterns hanging on the walls, and there are spots on the door that look like birds and trees. If you look closely, you will find that the spots have turned into a charming and beautiful exotic woman.

Where was he? Then he touched his eyes and saw again. Hadn't his eyes been gouged out by King Zhou?
"Doctor Shang is awake. Are you adapting to your new eyes?" An old man with gorgeous clothes, tall stature, slightly dark skin, and a figure and appearance somewhat different from those of people in the Central Plains walked in.

Yang Ren couldn't help but look at the old man's face. A black cloth was covering where his eyes should be.

He had some guesses, but more of a sense of disbelief.

The old man smiled and said, "Doctor Shang, there is no need to think too much. I did give you my eyes. These eyes are dispensable to me, but they can save your life."

Yang Ren was a little surprised: "I have never met the old gentleman before. Why would you make such a great sacrifice to save me?"

As his emotions became agitated, he began to experience a flood of hallucinations. But upon closer inspection, they didn't seem like hallucinations. The dust in the air, the grain of the wood, the gold threads on the old man's sleeves—everything became visible to his eyes. The world he had once been accustomed to seemed to become clearer, more extraordinary.

The old man gestured for him to calm down. "I call myself Indra. You people in the Central Plains don't seem to like being called 'Emperor' by outsiders. Senior official, you can call me by my old name in the clan, Indra."

The old man continued to explain, "The doctor used my Eye of Indra. Although I am not talented, I have been an immortal for many years. My eyes contain many extraordinary things. You don't have magical powers. If you use your eyes for a long time and frequently, you will gradually lose your eyesight."

After wearing the old man's Eye of Indra, Yang Ren subconsciously felt very close to the old man. At this time, he smiled bitterly: "If that's the case, then why did you sacrifice so much to save me? I can't protect the country with my literary skills, and I can't stabilize the country with my military skills. I am really worthless."

Emperor Shitian shook his head: "Shang Daifu is an important official of the Shang Dynasty. Don't underestimate yourself. His Highness Yin Jiao still needs your assistance."

"Your Highness?" Yang Ren looked at him in astonishment. Was Yin Jiao also involved in this?
Emperor Shitian raised the banner of Yin Jiao and instantly broke the last line of defense in Yang Ren's heart.

King Zhou was unjust, so it was reasonable for him to support His Highness to succeed to the throne.

Emperor Shitian finally said, "Doctor, you still need to rest well. When you recover, I will teach you the cultivation method of the Asura clan. With the Eye of Indra and the body of an Asura, you will definitely be able to assist His Highness in revitalizing the Yin and Shang dynasties."

Yang Ren felt that no one had ever been so kind to him in his life, so he immediately knelt down and wanted to worship Emperor Shitian as his master.

Indra declined twice before agreeing.

Chaoge City, outside the city, Majiazhuang.
Ma gave birth to a son.

The seventy-year-old lady was rather fat and usually had a big belly. It was more than two months after Jiang Ziya left that she discovered that she was pregnant.

Lao Jiang was able to establish the Qi State, so naturally he could give birth to offspring. Ma's body was a little weak, but in the past two years, she led people to recite plague-eliminating spells every day. This spell was not made up by Deng Chanyu, but was directly bestowed by heaven. Eliminating plague was its main effect, but it also had some effect of strengthening the body.

The old lady's health recovered, and Lao Jiang, who had been carrying firewood and fetching water and practicing Taoism for forty years, was in much better health. After a few visits, she became pregnant.

The delivery went smoothly. It was not easy to have a child in old age, and Ma loved her son very much. But now that her son had no father, Ma's friends were just spreading rumors.

Even in the new society, there are still a lot of old ladies who like to gossip about family matters, let alone now. Ma can scold ten people at once and has great fighting power, but in the end she has no man to rely on and feels insecure when raising the children alone.

Deng Chanyu returned to Nanjun and fought with Yang Jian, which gave her some new insights into the Eight-Nine Profound Art. She also prepared to practice in seclusion for two days.

As soon as she said she wanted to go into seclusion, she felt someone calling her.

Who is it?

My mind moved and Ma's voice appeared in my ears.

Ma knelt in the Yutai Teahouse and lit the Taoist incense left by Deng Chanyu, three sticks at a time.

"Boss! I know I'm incompetent, I'm a glutton and I love to sleep. I also like to gossip when I have nothing to do, but I really haven't done anything bad! I don't have any bad intentions either. Boss, please have mercy on me and point me in the right direction. My old man said he went to practice Taoism, and now that our son is born, he won't come back to see us? Please ask the immortal where my old man has gone."

(End of this chapter)