Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 312: Something More Important Than the Consecration of Gods
The demon master Kunpeng appeared in the clouds above Xiqi City.

He has been watching from Xiqi, hoping to take the opportunity to gain some merit, or at the very least, to gain recognition from humanity.

He saw everything that happened today.

At this moment, his eyes were full of greed, and even more of fear.

Falling treasure money, the best innate spiritual treasure!
A treasure of this magnitude actually fell into Yu Yuan's hands. It's hard to predict fate!
If this magical treasure was in my hands.
He shook his head slowly. Ran Deng never used the Luobao Gold Coins after getting them. Kunpeng's vision was even better than Ran Deng's. The Luobao Gold Coins were very attractive, but there was a big pit hidden in them.

Having lived from the beginning of the world to today, Kunpeng is not lacking in patience. He wants to take another look and think about it. Maybe he can find a way to use this magical treasure without any trouble.

Deng Zhong, who was in Xiqi, relied on the intelligence network of the Stonemason Brotherhood to find out most of the information about the Battle of Sishui Pass, and then hurriedly sent a message back to Nando.

"Falling Treasure Gold?" Deng Chanyu also had a similar idea as Kunpeng. If she could use this magical treasure without any damage, she would be rich!

This top-grade innate spiritual treasure has the main feature of "Take it!" and is very suitable for time travelers.

Unfortunately, this is all I can think about right now. Heaven is fair in this regard. Do you want to use the Falling Treasures Gold to seize someone else's spiritual treasure? Then exchange it with your own good fortune! If good fortune isn't enough, then use luck, cultivation, merit, or destiny. Still not enough? Then there's only one way out, and that's death.

This magic treasure is powerful, but it is too difficult to use. I guess only saints can use it. But since they are saints, they don’t care about the falling treasure money.

Xiqi's affairs need attention, but it's just attention. She doesn't need to do anything personally.

She hasn't been hanging out with Daji these days. Although Daji can be sweet or savory and is good at playing various roles, it is indeed a bit harmful to the kidneys if she hangs out with her for a long time.

Compared to the lost treasures and money, she now has something more important to do.

That is... hold a huge celebration!

The north was ablaze with corpses and rivers of blood, and she was holding a celebration in the south? It seemed inappropriate. In fact, this matter was more important than the Conferred God Ceremony.

The content of the celebration is to celebrate the birthday of Nuwa.

The human race no longer worships Nuwa very often. No matter what great deeds the Virgin Mary has done, they have gradually disappeared in the entire civilization over time. However, the human race still remembers the Virgin Mary's birthday, March 15th of each year.

In the original time and space, King Zhou wrote a poem in the Nuwa Temple on March 15th, which angered the saint and triggered a series of subsequent events.

In this time and space, King Zhou did not write a poem, and Nuwa did not care which emperor was on earth. She was very indifferent about her birthday. You can remember it or not, it doesn’t matter to me.

Deng Chanyu couldn't be indifferent! Holding on to Nuwa's big, thick legs, this was the most important thing. She had to follow Nuwa's steps closely. Even if the Demon Ancestor Luohou came back and the prehistoric world was lost, she could still hide in Taisu Heaven.

Compared with the saint's birthday, things like Sishui Pass and the fight for the throne among human beings are nothing but trivial matters.

There was a chaotic battle in the north, and she had no say in whether or not they offered sacrifices to Nuwa, but the south had to do so! There was no room for negotiation.

You say I'm a descendant of Yufu, a descendant of Panhu, a descendant of something else, and I don't offer sacrifices to Nuwa? No! If you dare to refuse, you're courting death!
Deng Jiugong and his companions had spent so many years observing people's expressions and asking indirect questions, and they had roughly understood that Nuwa seemed to be their most powerful deity. It didn't matter who they were offering sacrifices to, Deng Chanyu insisted. They should offer sacrifices to Nuwa. Deng Chanyu would respect the temples of the saints and those of the Fire Cloud Cave, but all other temples would be demolished to build a Nuwa temple for them.

Anyone objecting? Stand up and let me see!
Under her strong promotion, the entire south almost reached the point of "Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties".

Doing so would certainly harm the people's strength, but she didn't care! By then, she could "buy" more Sindhu slaves and make up for the loss.

As for the gold and silver they spent? Fei Zhong and You Hun had recently accumulated quite a bit.
"Uncle Wu, your eulogy is too rigid." She took a eulogy written by the main priest during the celebration and went to discuss it with her uncle Wu, who was in charge of the specific work.

As tribal chiefs in primitive society, the Deng family transformed into a military aristocracy in slave society, and naturally it was a very large family.

They were previously scattered all over the place, but now that the Han State’s power is growing, relatives from all over the place have automatically gathered here.

The old man in front of Deng Chanyu is Deng Jiugong's fifth brother and cousin in terms of seniority. In the family, he plays the equivalent role of Bigan in King Zhou's side. He is usually responsible for communicating with ancestors and is good at sacrificial rituals. He was recently sent to help Deng Chanyu organize the celebration.

The old man, with his white beard, tremblingly picked up the memorial and read it carefully twice. "Niece, what do you think is wrong?"

What's wrong? Nothing is wrong!

Deng Chanyu pointed at the sacrificial text, which was either "the rivers are clear and the seas are peaceful, the mountains and rivers are prosperous" or "the beginning of civilization, a country of etiquette".

She estimated that this article would have a great effect if recited to the deceased ancestors, but based on her understanding of her teacher, if Nuwa heard this sacrificial text, she would probably fall asleep in a short while. It was too boring, too long, and too dull.

Nuwa has already separated the particularly "old-fashioned" part of her character and sent it to the Old Mother of Mount Li by beheading her body. Making it more lively will definitely please the teacher more than reciting this eulogy to the dead.

"Change it to something more cheerful. Celebration, celebration! What does 'celebration' mean? Uncle Wu, this isn't ancestor worship, there's no need for such solemnity!"

Uncle Wu was very reluctant to hear this, his gray beard trembling: "Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race. All humans should maintain the utmost respect for the Holy Mother. Even if you become a god, you must still respect her! After all, you are still a member of the human race."

Deng Chanyu: “.???”

I didn't say anything disrespectful?

She scratched her head and said, "This is my teacher. We have a very close relationship."
There's no way to say this!

I'm too lazy to explain, and I can't explain it clearly.

She immediately made the decision: "Just do as I say, make it more cheerful and shorter. Our celebration is mainly about celebrating, not about celebrating."

The old man even suggested that everyone wear gray shirts and yellow pants during the celebration, supposedly to symbolize "glory." This suggestion was also rejected by Deng Chanyu. The North calls us "Yan Han," so what's the point of wearing gray clothes? Is this an attempt to change the Water Virtue?
Don’t make such a mess, just change them all back to me!
The old man looked at her with complicated eyes, as if she was ruining the ancestral heritage: "You will regret it."

Deng Chanyu shook her head firmly: "I am the Hokage, no, I am the one who presides over the sacrifice!"

(End of this chapter)