Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 51 Brother, this is for your own good
Deng Chanyu and Miss Ji were chatting about the interesting things that happened after they parted in Nanjun.

Tens of thousands of miles away, in Feiyun Cave, Jialong Mountain.

Tuxingsun returned to the cave alone. What happened in the past half day made him more and more angry.

According to his own thoughts, he had practiced for a hundred years and had already become an immortal. Deng Chanyu was still some distance away from becoming an immortal. It did not mean that the disciples of a saint would necessarily become immortals. Many people with high qualifications, handsomeness and good looks might not necessarily become immortals. Although he was a little shorter, he was a real immortal and there was no problem for him to be a match for Deng Chanyu.

Now everyone says he is not worthy, which makes Tuxingsun extremely angry.

Ju Liusun thought he was reckless and couldn't see the situation clearly. In fact, this judgment was not accurate. As a dwarf, Tu Xingsun was extremely sensitive to the gazes of strangers.

When they first met, he had sensed a faint hint of hostility from the White Crane Boy. He hadn't known this hostility came from the Bird Clan. If he had been more honest and respectful, the White Crane Boy wouldn't have seized on it. How many eons ago was that about the Bird Clan? It was so long ago that Bai He himself had almost forgotten it.

But Tuxingsun didn't know the grudges involved. He simply thought that the other party looked down on him as a short man. Then he chose a relatively fierce way to deal with it, which completely offended Baihe Tongzi.

Ju Liusun told him to go back to the mountain and practice well, and he really listened to his words. Now he has nothing to do, so what else can he do besides practicing?

Less than an hour after he returned to Feiyun Cave in Jialong Mountain, an immortal came to visit him.

The one who came was Wei Hu, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect who had learned martial arts from Daoxing Tianzun in the Yuwu Cave at Jinting Mountain.

Wei Hu was tall and strong, with a dignified appearance and a serious demeanor. Just standing there, he exuded an aura of majesty without even being angry.

His personal strength is also extremely strong. He is the seventh disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect, besides Li Jing, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Nezha father and son, Yang Jian and Lei Zhenzi, who escaped the great calamity of the Conferred Gods alive and cultivated into an immortal with his physical body.

Wei Hu was wearing a helmet and armor, holding a demon-subduing pestle, standing outside Feiyun Cave. He did not look like a monk, but rather like a fierce general who had fought on the battlefield.

"Who is this senior brother?" Tu Xingsun's aura weakened a bit when he saw the tall man.

Wei Hu bowed and said, "Wei Hu greets Junior Brother. I come from the Jade House Cave on Jinting Mountain, and my Master is Daoxing Tianzun."

Tuxingsun was confused. Why are you from Jinting Mountain doing here in Feilong Mountain?
Wei Hu said expressionlessly, "Senior Brother Bai He sent a message saying that he was worried that Uncle Sun would be left at Yuxu Palace to cultivate by the headmaster. He was worried that Junior Brother would have no one to teach him, so he sent me here to supervise him."

Tu Xingsun's expression suddenly turned ugly. "I'm cultivating my own way. Do I need you to 'supervise' me? Before today, I didn't even know you."

But looking at Wei Hu's arms that were thicker than his waist and that were shining like a demon-subduing pestle weighing tens of thousands of pounds, he really didn't dare to refuse.

"If you don't have anything important to do, then let's get started now," Wei Hu said firmly.

His words were very firm and there was no room for compromise.

"May I ask, Junior Brother, what does it mean when you say, 'Given by nature, kill by nature; this is the principle of the Tao'?"

Tuxingsun had been cultivating the Dao for a hundred years, diligently practicing the art of earth-walking. He had returned these pure scriptures to Juliusun eighty years ago. He hesitated to answer, "It should be, it should be, it means that everything that happens in the world has fixed rules and ways of operation, huh?"

Wei Hu frowned and waited for a while. Seeing that Tuxingsun had nothing to add, he said, "Junior brother, please remember that Uncle Guangchengzi has commented on this sentence, 'The opportunity comes from the heart, like the birth of heaven, like the death of heaven, then the living will think that they have received their life, and the dead will think that they have received their death.' The killing here is not killing in the usual sense, but a kind of supplement to the way of heaven, which is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency." Wei Hu asked three questions in succession.

Tuxingsun answered all three questions poorly, and one of them was extremely wrong.

Wei Hu was able to survive the great calamity of the Conferred Gods. His IQ, EQ, qualifications, and good fortune were not low. He knew that Baihe Tongzi had his own little thoughts, but he still came.

He had a bottom line in his heart. As a third-generation disciple of the Chan sect who entered the sect earlier, he did have the responsibility to supervise his fellow disciples in their cultivation.

He thought he had a clear conscience and could do it.

If Tuxingsun answers fluently, he will turn around and leave. You, White Crane Boy, cannot force me to abandon my most basic moral principles. If Tuxingsun answers poorly, or even terribly, then you can just let it go. After all, it was White Crane who asked me to come! Right?

He asked sternly, "Junior brother, you are too lazy in your practice. These are the basic principles of the sutras I taught you. Why don't you study them diligently?"

Tu Xingsun looked up at him and sneered, "My talent is dull, so I won't bother you. It's getting late, so you should go back to Jinting Mountain."

Wei Hu picked up the demon-subduing pestle standing beside him and raised it above his head.

Tu Xingsun was stunned. What are you doing? We are from the same sect!
Wei Hu's expression was extremely serious, and he didn't seem to be joking with himself. He chose the best strategy of the thirty-six strategies, running away, and lowered his head, preparing to burrow into the ground.

The Talisman that can turn the ground into steel is not a rare talisman paper. The White Crane Boy follows Yuanshi Tianzun every day and has a lot of good things in his hands. He also gave one to Wei Hu before.

Without saying a word, Wei Hu directly took out the talisman paper. Tuxingsun drilled into the ground again, and his forehead hit the ground with a "DuangDuang" sound. It was as if there was a layer of glass between the ground and him. No matter how he made hand gestures, he could not drill in.

The next moment, Wei Hu's demon-subduing pestle fell straight on his shoulder.

With a "crack", Tuxingsun's face turned pale and he felt as if a mountain had fallen heavily on him. His shoulder was broken and half of his body was numb.

Wei Hu put away the demon-subduing pestle and said, "I use this pestle to remind you, Junior Brother, that as cultivators, we should be like sailing against the current; if we don't advance, we will retreat. I'm afraid that Senior Brother Sun is not on the mountain. Junior Brother, please don't neglect your fundamental principles because of your indulgence in fun. Farewell."

He left in a very free and easy manner. Tuxingsun was covered in blood and it took him a long time to get up. He put his arm back in place, removed the broken bones in his shoulder one by one, and worked on regenerating muscles and promoting blood circulation. This took more than an hour. Around dusk, another guest came to Jialong Mountain.

The one who came this time was Jinzha, a disciple of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Jin Zha's moral bottom line is relatively flexible, just like his father Li Jing. Without saying a word, he raised the banner of "doing good for his senior brother" and did not wait for Tuxingsun to escape underground. He directly used the magic weapon borrowed from his master, the Dunlong Pillar.

The three golden rings locked Tuxingsun tightly from top to bottom, and then Jinzha took out the whip.

With crackling sounds, he lashed out thirty times.

He left a sentence "Senior brother, don't let down the earnest expectations of your fellow disciples", then put away his magic weapon and left in a dignified manner.

(End of this chapter)