Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 469 Wen Zhong and the Black and White Impermanence

Daji held a short axe in her hand and smiled brightly. Then she swung her arms quickly and threw out three short axes in a row.

Two axes hit the scarecrow's head, and one hit its neck.

"Not bad, but just good. Watch me." Deng Chanyu also took the axe, weighed the weight, and then threw it with the technique of the Five-Colored Stone. As soon as the axe was thrown, she knew it was broken.

As expected, her first hit didn't even touch the edge of the straw man, and it flew half a meter away.

Daji covered her mouth and chuckled.

Deng Chanyu felt a little embarrassed. The five-colored stone was also spinning and glowing during the flight, but the angle and weight of the axe's rotation were so large that she was a little caught off guard.

"Isn't it just throwing an axe? Let me show you the level of a celestial general!"

She adjusted it twice more, and when she threw the fourth short axe, her hit rate was almost the same as Daji's before.

This thing can't be called a hidden weapon at all, it should be called a long-range weapon. Fortunately, she is good at throwing stones, and after a little adaptation, she can play it well.

This made Daji, who had been secretly practicing the witch clan's techniques for quite some time, feel a little guilty. Seeing that her hit rate was getting higher and higher, Daji was also a person who refused to admit defeat. She rolled her eyes around, twisted her fingers together, and was ready to find something to change the subject.

She suddenly discovered something and immediately pointed outside the cave: "Ayu, look outside!"

Deng Chanyu: "This is all my leftovers. Huh? What's going on?"

This time, I really saw the problem.

In Daji's eyes, the northern sky suddenly turned dark, covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the heavy pressure could be felt on Mount Emei.

Deng Chanyu's cultivation level is undoubtedly much higher. She also has a measuring stick, and her understanding of this change far exceeds that of ordinary immortals.

"The Black Bird, sent by Heaven, gave birth to the Shang Dynasty. Is King Tang's country finally coming to an end?" In her sight, the black shadow of the Black Bird composed of the destiny of humanity in the Central Plains was constantly wailing. One of the wings of the Black Bird was broken at the root. It could barely maintain its flight originally, but now its momentum has plummeted, and it has instantly reached the point of its sunset.

Why did the Shang Dynasty's fortune decline so quickly? Was it because King Zhou died?
The first image that emerged in her mind was that Jiang Ziya was forced into a desperate situation. In desperation, the skinny old man held a large iron ball weighing hundreds of pounds and took advantage of the opportunity when King Zhou came out to go to the toilet to smash the Human King, whom even Nuwa was afraid of, to death.

She immediately dismissed this absurd image. She thought her spirituality was too high and she was prone to wild thoughts. Such a thing involving the witch clan could never happen.

Deng Chanyu calculated with her fingers and realized that the situation was actually spreading to her. She immediately called Daji to stop her and said, "Put away our elegant things and close the cave door! No visitors will be allowed for the next few days!"
She instructed the Yellow Turban warriors guarding the gate: "Whoever comes to visit, tell them that I am in seclusion and will not see outsiders."

"Receive the legal certificate."

An hour later, Wen Zhong's soul arrived at Mount Emei, but was turned away.

The Yellow Turban strongman stood at the gate, but no matter what he said, it was useless because his master was in seclusion.

Wen Zhong's original plan was to exploit Deng Chanyu's youth and thin-skinned nature, using his words to pressure her into a promise that the Han would not attack the Shang for, say, five or ten years. Now that the cave door was closed, his words were useless. "Whatever. It's all fate."

Wen Zhong estimated the time and felt that it would be too late for him to go to the East China Sea, but a trip to Chaoge would be okay.

He set off immediately, wanting to give King Zhou a few final reminders, which could be considered as fulfilling his last duty as a minister of three dynasties.

As soon as I left Mount Emei, I saw two ghost messengers, one black and one white.

Behind the ghost catcher were five ghosts who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked quite wealthy.

Wen Zhong himself could not see anything unusual, but in fact, he not only had the luck of the Jiejiao, but also a very strong luck of humanity. His death was definitely a heavy blow to the luck of the Shang Dynasty.

The Black and White Impermanence have always been grateful to King Yama and Empress Deng for their promotion and reuse. They heard that corrupt officials in Shu would be sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to "play" from time to time. The two brothers hated corrupt officials in the first place, and now they were doing the job of catching ghosts, so they immediately volunteered to take on the task.

On weekdays, Deng Chanyu would make the list, Daji would "arrange" the date and itinerary, and the two brothers would send people over.

Officials of the Han Dynasty were basically "registered" in the underworld.

Deng Chanyu developed a one-stop blessing system specifically for these guys.

Corrupt officials who refuse to change their ways despite repeated warnings will be sent directly to the animal realm.

For non-greedy officials, even if they have mediocre abilities, as long as they do some work on a daily basis, the underworld will calculate their blessings. After accumulating a certain amount of blessings, they can be reborn into a wealthy and noble family in the next life, or even be reborn as a celestial being in heaven.

Deng Chanyu has already smoothed out the relationship with Taibai Jinxing. The celestial beings here are just ordinary people in the heaven, and cannot compare to the immortals who have practiced seriously. The heaven is not a paradise, and all kinds of empty promises and PUA exist. But this starting point is definitely better than that of ordinary people. If nothing else, at least their lifespan is very long.

In Deng Chanyu's blessing system, the ghost messenger is responsible for catching people, the judge calculates blessings, the King of Hell pronounces the verdict and seals it, and Taibai Jinxing is responsible for receiving it. It's a one-stop service!

It is to choose those gold, silver and treasures that you cannot bring with you when you are born and cannot take with you when you die, and to go to the animal realm after death.

It is better to be an honest official, accumulate blessings, suffer in this life, and enjoy in the next.

It’s up to you to choose!
This management model is definitely only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. Deng Chanyu can't care so much. She just wants to intimidate people for one day at a time. When Deng Jiugong and Deng Xiu are gone, no matter how much trouble the Han Kingdom suffers, it will have nothing to do with her.

At this time, Heibai Wuchang took a new group of "tourists" to visit the underworld. Not long after they walked, they met Wen Zhong head-on.

The two brothers stared at him in amazement. Who was this wandering ghost? How could he have such a strong aura of humanity? Looking at the glittering golden light, could he be some mortal saint?
Wen Zhong was starting to hesitate. Should he just run away now? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for Jiejiao? But if he didn't run, these two guys, one black and one white, were clearly ghost messengers from the underworld. As a lonely ghost, he wouldn't be able to enter the underworld or become a deity. No matter how you looked at it, there was something wrong.

He should run, but if he ran now, could he really escape? If he were still alive, with his celestial cultivation, he wouldn't be afraid of the two ghost messengers. A single thunder spell would dispel them. But now, without a body, without the power of the Supreme Pure Land, and with only a trace of his true spirit left, he had no confidence in escaping from the clutches of the two ghost messengers. Furthermore, the chains held by the Black and White Impermanence looked like magical weapons specially crafted by immortals. If he ran and was caught again, it would be even more humiliating.

He hesitated a little, and the Black and White Impermanence came closer to watch.

(End of this chapter)