Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 317 Yang Jian is missing?
Jiang Ziya braved the wind and snow to reach Shouyang Mountain.

In fact, Shouyang Mountain is very close to places like Xiqi and Lishan.

In the original time and space, Jiang Ziya took the stage to appoint a general, leaving Ji Fa to look after the house, and he led an army of 600,000 out of Mount Qi. The first stop to the east was Shouyang Mountain, and the second stop was Jinjiling to fight Kong Xuan.

Ran Deng asked Jiang Ziya to come here because he took into consideration that Jiang Ziya was too old and his cultivation was too low. He was afraid that if he ran too far, he would die of exhaustion on the roadside, adding to his own karma.

Saint Taiqing had just finished communicating with his two younger brothers. His position in both the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect was still to not help either side. Judging from the performance of the disciples of the two sects, he naturally would not meet Jiang Ziya at this time.

Jinjiao and Yinjiao stood in front of the cave door and stopped Jiang Ziya.

The two boys were a bit arrogant to begin with, and when they saw that the old man Jiang Ziya's cultivation was so low that it was unbearable to look at him, they showed a bit of impatience in their expressions.

"The saint is in seclusion. If you have any questions, you can wait in front of the door. If you have something to do, please go back and come back next time." Jinjiao said and was about to close the door.

Jiang Ziya looked bitter. "General? I'm wearing a Taoist robe."

"Fairy boy, please stay. Fairy boy, please stay. Hmm, I wonder... I wonder if Senior Brother Xuandu is here?" People were unwilling to pay attention to him, but he couldn't lower his status. He had to maintain the dignity of Yuanshi Tianzun. He felt a little sad when he called him Senior Brother.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Yinjiao's lips. "Master Xuandu is also in seclusion. Is there anything else? If not, I will close the shop."

Jiang Ziya bowed deeply, and although the two Taoist children were reluctant, they had no choice but to return the greeting.

"The two immortal children have reported that Yu Yuan, relying on the power of the Falling Treasures and Gold, stole my Divine Whip. Today, we would like to borrow the Tai Chi Diagram from the Sage Taiqing. We must capture Yu Yuan and take back my Divine Whip. We must then immediately return the Tai Chi Diagram without damaging the Sage's most precious treasure."

He spoke a lot in a very eloquent manner. Even though Jinjiao and Yinjiao's faces changed drastically, he still maintained basic politeness and finished what he said.

Jinjiao laughed heartily and pointed at Jiang Ziya's nose. "I thought you, old man, just lacked the fate to become an immortal. Now I see you also lack wisdom. How can an old man like you touch the treasures of a saint? No need to say more, leave now!"

Going quickly is basically the same as getting out.

Before Jiang Ziya could say something else, two Taoist boys closed the door with a bang.

This time, he couldn't even borrow a piece of toilet paper, let alone the Tai Chi diagram, so he had to go back.

Jiang Ziya went there and returned on the same day.

Ran Deng hadn't held much hope for him in the first place. It was normal that he couldn't borrow the money; it would be strange if he did. The three religions were one, so why should Taiqing lend the treasure to the Chan Sect to fight the Jie Sect? It was originally a casual move. Ran Deng relied on Jiang Ziya's face to output, and he roughly understood the Taiqing Saint's intentions. This was his reward.

The immortals in Xiqi began to wait for news about Yang Jian. In Ran Deng's opinion, Deng Chanyu was young, thin-skinned, and easy to fool, so she was the one with the greatest hope.

As a result, Yang Jian did not come back on the first day, and there was no news from Yang Jian on the second day. After waiting for seven or eight days, Yang Jian seemed to have disappeared, and no news came back.

Ran Deng, who was originally calm and composed, was a little confused. Everyone in the Xianjiao sect asked him, especially Huang Long Zhenren, who asked him every day, "Has nephew Yang Jian returned?" and "When will nephew Yang Jian return?"

Everything was in chaos, and he didn't know what was going on.

He was a little puzzled, and after a moment of thinking from his perspective, he wondered if this was apostasy. "You, Yang Jian, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are apostasy faster than me? This is unbelievable!"

March 15th arrived quickly. Many arrangements for the celebrations had already been made. After all, this wasn't the Spring Festival Gala, so there was no need to confine ourselves to that small stage. From Mount Kuaiji in the east to Mount Emei in the west, the Nuwa Temples in this area were hosting various celebrations. Nandu was the main venue, but others were welcome to check out the others.

"Teacher, I'm starting now."

Nuwa paused for a few breaths in the Wahuang Palace, and made a move similar to the one she had just stopped practicing. "You kid, you're actually doing these flashy things. If you have this time, it would be better to absorb more spiritual energy from heaven and earth. You must know that the great way is the foundation of a cultivator."

He first put on a traditional master's airs, asking Deng Chanyu to be humble and calm, and to cultivate with concentration. Then he acted embarrassed and said, "Well, that celestial mirror that Qingluan refined a while ago is pretty good. I'll ask her to take it out later. I can take a look at it in the Wahuang Palace. It won't be a waste of your hard work."

Qingluan: "."

Yes, yes, that mirror was made by me!
Nuwa adjusted her viewing posture, resting her chin on her hand. After thinking for a moment, she asked softly, "Xiaoqing, what do you say about me going to watch it live?"

Qingluan waved her hands repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please don't go. For the dignity of a saint, for the dignity of a saint!"

"Then what if I let Lishan go?"

"What's the difference between that and you going there in person?!"

After Qingluan's earnest persuasion, Nuwa finally gave up the idea of ​​going to the scene to play.

She waved her sleeves, signaling "everyone" in the Queen Wa Palace to come and watch together.

The Phoenix had completed its nirvana a few days ago, returned the red hydrangea, and went to the lower world to play with its friends.

At this time, on Tai Sutian's side, nine golden crow spirits, a root of the Wutong tree and the blue phoenix all gathered together to watch the "live broadcast" of the celebration.

Uncle Deng from Nandu read a eulogy that lasted as long as a stick of incense, and then the celebration officially began.

The first show at the main event is the Golden Bull Celebrating Spring!
The five-colored divine cow was covered in gold powder and was playing around with something that looked a bit like a red hydrangea on its head.

The ball cannot fall to the ground.

Previously, when Deng Chanyu asked the Five-Colored Divine Bull to perform, Brother Divine Bull was a little dissatisfied. "I fight wars, farm the land, and I still have to perform? How much are you going to pay me?"
After hearing that this was a celebration for a saint, Brother Shenniu immediately said, "At most, I'll make you stay up all night!"

At this time, the five-colored divine bull used its head to play with the ball, ready to "make noise" all night.

Madam Yin organized six dragon boat teams to compete in a tributary of the Han River outside Nandu. Jin Zha stood on a dragon boat and beat the drum. The six teams rowed with all their might. The aquatic creatures in the river were also organized, and from time to time, shrimp soldiers and crab generals jumped out to make it more difficult for the dragon boat teams.

Although these were all pre-rehearsed routines, the audience at the Wahuang Palace would get nervous when they saw their favorite team falling behind, but would show a look of satisfaction when the team caught up.

Li Jing did not perform sword dance. Instead, he took out the 33-story exquisite pagoda and created a game similar to an escape room. His second son, Mu Zha, was the administrator. Whoever could solve the puzzle on one floor could get a small gift and then go to the second floor, and so on. The reward for the top floor was one hundred taels of gold.

Where did Jinzha and Muzha come from? Are they returning to visit relatives? Are Manjusri and Samantabhadra trying to prepare a fallback plan outside the Western sect, currying favor with Nuwa in advance? It's hard to say. One can only assume that this kind of idle chess game has little cost; just play it casually and you never know when it might be used.

(End of this chapter)