Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 387 How to earn merit?

Deng Chanyu said confidently, "The peach trees in the Peach Garden have to learn to absorb water on their own. As a senior, you should follow suit!"

"Then I'll go?"

"Don't! I've already spent two waves of merit. The sunk costs are so high, how can you leave? I was just joking, Boss Ruler. Do you have any good ideas for earning merit?"

The ruler replied casually, "Open the sky."

Deng Chanyu looked up at the sky. Regardless of whether she had the ability to do so, if she dared to create the world in the prehistoric times, Hongjun would be able to create the world for her.

This is simply not realistic.

"anything else?"

"Measure the land."

Deng Chanyu: “.”

This doesn't seem to be an easy matter to handle.

In her mind came the scene of herself knocking on the gate of Lingshan, happily finding the Sage Zhunti, and then saying that she wanted to measure the number of meters of Lingshan and calculate the common area.

Would Zhunti directly save her? Would he confer upon her the title of Bodhisattva of Public Benefits or something like that?
This land measurement is similar to the land survey in feudal society. Throughout the dynasties, those who did this did not end well, as they offended too many people.
Open the sky? I dare not open it.

Measure the land? I dare not measure it.

The measuring ruler conveyed to Deng Chanyu the message "Figure it out yourself", and then ignored her.

She racked her brains but couldn't come up with a good solution.

She gave up on Taoist Mosquito at the first opportunity. This kind of assassin-type quasi-saint was too difficult to deal with. It would be fine if he had a fixed territory where he could attack and rescue the enemy. But now Phoenix brought the heavenly soldiers and generals to burn the Xielian Mountain. Taoist Mosquito didn't even want his clan that had reproduced for countless generations, and was only focused on wandering outside. What could she do?

Let Yang Jian handle this matter, and Deng Chanyu can just follow along to gain some merit.

She didn't even want to provoke Taoist Mosquito, let alone Yang Mei.

Deng Chanyu had already learned Yang Mei's name from the measuring ruler.

If this person returns to the prehistoric world, he will definitely have the cultivation level of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. If he kills Yang Mei, he will be equivalent to ten thousand Ran Dengs. The prehistoric world will definitely be rich. Maybe the extra spiritual energy can produce another saint. At that time, the merits that Deng Chanyu needs will be a small matter. It's just that this task is almost impossible to complete without three or four saints.

She can only find a solution from herself.

Treasures are spiritual, not dead objects. Many innate spiritual treasures and their owners have a mutually fulfilling relationship.

It seems that Zhao Gongming found the Qiankun Ruler, and then planned to use the Dinghaizhu to open up the twenty-four worlds of the heavens. Old Zhao shed blood and tears in this scene, and finally achieved enlightenment, and seemed to have made a fortune. But from the side, the Dinghaizhu, which was originally just an innate spiritual treasure, was opened up into an independent world. For Dinghaizhu, with the help of Zhao Gongming, a human-shaped pendant, to find the Qiankun Ruler and open up the world, Dinghaizhu also achieved its own sublimation.

The same goes for the Tai Chi diagram of the Taiqing Saint. Originally, the Tai Chi diagram was the companion spiritual treasure of the Yin-Yang Patriarch. After the Yin-Yang Patriarch passed away, the diagram passed through Hongjun's hands and into the hands of the Taiqing Saint. This was an opportunity for the Taiqing Saint, and also an opportunity for the Tai Chi diagram.

Deng Chanyu and Liang Tianchi are in a similar relationship now. They were initially a two-way relationship, but now that they are in this world of flowers and girls, if she can't serve Mr. Liang Tianchi well, this guy will really run away. She doesn't think that her mere twenty or thirty days of licking him can compare to Yang Mei's countless Yuanhui companionship.
Return to Mount Emei.

She went straight to the back mountain, lay down in the hot spring, relaxed her mind, thought about nothing, and slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her neck, seemingly fiercely!
Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and made a face.

Daji giggled, then looked at the big white dog Di Ting beside her, meaning, "Have you learned it?"
Di Ting looked at Deng Chanyu with contempt and said, "You are dragging me away again. Is it easy for me to be a pet?"
Time in chaos is chaotic, and the speed of time flow in the Shen'ao world is also different from that in the prehistoric world.

Deng Chanyu felt like she had been away for several months and had stayed in the Wahuang Palace for more than twenty days. In fact, only more than a month had passed since she left Mount Emei.

After coming out of retreat, Daji saw that she wasn't home, but she wasn't worried. She had been having a good time with her pet dog these days, but Di Ting was too serious, too aloof, and not lively enough. During a few casual conversations, she heard Deng Chanyu's question about merit, and Daji thought seriously: "Does destroying the Shang Dynasty and reviving the Han Dynasty count as merit?"

"This is a civil war among humans. Heaven will not get involved, so there is no merit."

"Grow more flowers and plants?"

"This is an environmental issue, not a question of merit."

Daji frowned her beautiful eyebrows, raised her fingers, and lay down beside the hot spring, calculating everything for her.

"Weights and measures?"

"This is the invention of the Yellow Emperor."

"medicine?"

"Haha, we have a copy of the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine in our room. We used it as a table mat before."

"temperament?"

"This was invented by your husband."

"Bow and arrow?"

"The Yellow Emperor invented the bow and arrow, and I invented the recurve bow."

Daji hesitated to speak, you have already exhausted other people's paths, how else can you invent?
Deng Chanyu was also troubled. Although it was the end of the Shang Dynasty, the productivity in this era was not low at all.

The four great inventions already existed, including the curved plow, waterwheel, and stirrup. What else is there?

"How about writing a book or a biography?"

"I'm afraid our level is not enough? But..."

Daji looked at her without saying anything, and Deng Chanyu also began to think seriously.

Writing a book is one option, but the question is, what kind of book should I write?
The Tao Te Ching has not been officially published, but even if she had two guts, she would not dare to snatch food from the bowl of the Sage Taiqing. The Sage has a calm personality, not a temper. If she causes a big cause and effect, even Nuwa cannot protect her.

Writing Nuwa's scriptures?

[The Mysterious Sutra of the Old Mother of Mount Li] is used to lay the foundation, and all sects of the Xuanmen sect have similar content.

[Nuwa Wanling Daluo Sutra]? Haha, Deng Chanyu thinks that if a normal person practices this, everyone will die. What will fall from the sky at that time will not be merit, but karma.

At this time, she thought of Huangdi again. This big man stayed in a small dark room every day to write and wrote a series of books. His original intention was also the same as Daji's idea of ​​writing books and biographies to gain merit, right?

Honghuang is really too exciting.

However, Daji's words still made her have a flash of inspiration in her mind, but unfortunately she didn't grasp it. She thought it was a good idea, and maybe there was merit in it.

He rested in his own cave for three days. Taiyuan Cave covers a large area. It rained some time ago, and the place where Daji practiced martial arts and archery had a leak. As a famous dust collector in the prehistoric world, Deng Chanyu could easily patch up the hole.

As if to add a breath of life, Deng Chanyu was told not to use magic power, so she stood on a ladder to repair the leak. Daji carefully held the ladder below, and Di Ting ran back and forth with various tools in his mouth. Their maids, Hongxiao and Ping'er helped to transport some sand and gravel.

(End of this chapter)