Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 515 Jingwei Reclamation
Although Ao Guang was unwilling to be the guide, Fenghuang thought about it over and over again and felt that he still had to go and take a look.

It would be fine if she didn't think about it, but now that the matter is right in front of her, if she ignores it, it will damage her spiritual heart.

Jingwei was not mentioned before his death, but after his death he turned into a Jingwei bird, which means he was a member of the bird family. If she insisted on controlling him, it would not be without reason.

People like Ke Zhen'e, one of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, are the real "heroes". No matter how high your martial arts skills are, when we see injustice, we must intervene, even if it is extremely difficult, as long as it is a just act, we must do it.

Deng Chanyu couldn't reach that level. She wasn't a "knight" in the traditional sense. She only cared about what she could do. Couldn't win? That was all. Goodbye!
At the moment, she felt that she could still handle the Jingwei matter.

As soon as Fenghuang left Zhenwu Palace, she was caught by Longji. When he heard that she was going to the East China Sea to play, he immediately clamored to go with her.

Just go.

The two of them left the heaven on a cloud and headed for the East China Sea.

As soon as they left the Heavenly Palace, Longji threw aside the solemnity of the Heavenly Princess and asked curiously, "Who killed Jingwei?"

Deng Chanyu's original body had already done some divination, and the result was unclear. The whole story was obviously covered up by a powerful person.

This kind of concealment is far from the level of a saint, so she is not afraid.

At this time, Phoenix said his own analysis: "It should be a dragon immortal, most likely one of the strongest ones under the Ancestral Dragon."

Feng Yi dragged Luoshen into the river and drowned her. How did Feng Yi die in the first place? He also drowned while crossing the river! The cause of death was his handsome face. There were no accidents in the prehistoric world. All accidents were actually causal and man-made.

Long Ji said with lingering fear: "How terrible! Isn't Jingwei's father, Emperor Yan, the leader of the human race? Why didn't he avenge his daughter?"

Phoenix shrugged, "How can I report it? I don't even know who the murderer is."

Long Ji muttered a few words, then suddenly lowered his voice, looked around furtively, and then said softly: "Ayu, do you know how Emperor Yan was born?"

Phoenix: “.”

Long Ji looked like he had discovered a great treasure: "I checked my father's records of the Three Realms. It says that the mother of the Yan Emperor, Nv Deng, was playing in the Hua Ting when she encountered a dragon that circled around her for a week and then became pregnant."

There was a hint of eagerness in her eyes, as if to say, "Come and fuck me quickly, and then we'll have some fun."

Fenghuang is having a huge headache. He hasn't dealt with Daji on Deng Chanyu's side yet, and now another one appears here!
She said righteously, "This statement is unbelievable. It sounds like a conspiracy of the dragon clan!"

To increase the credibility of her words, she added: "Deng Chanyu and his clan are descended from Nüdeng. Nüdeng was not an unmarried girl like Huaxu. Nüdeng had a husband. Her husband was Shaodian, and Shaodian was the son of Fuxi. How can you say they are related to the dragon clan?"

Could it be that the records on Dad's side were wrong? Seeing Fenghuang's words were so sure, Long Ji couldn't help but doubt it. She planned to study it again after returning to Heaven.
Finally diverting from this life-threatening topic, Phoenix wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fenghuang and Longji flew on the cloud very quickly, and soon they arrived at the East China Sea.

With the guidance of the patrolling sea yaksha, they finally found the Jingwei clan on a deserted island.

The original Jingwei bird and the seagull became a couple and gave birth to the Jingwei clan. Their goal was simple, which was to fill up the East China Sea.

When Fenghuang and Longji arrived, they could see some birds with white beaks and red claws picking up branches and stones from all over the place and throwing them into the sea without any reason.

"When will it be filled? What if it were me?" Long Ji tilted his head, imagining what he would do to fill the East China Sea if he were in this position. After a long thought, he found himself completely helpless. Even Yugong moved the mountain; at least there was still a glimmer of hope. Mountains aren't as vast as the sea, and humans can make tools; their strength is greater than that of the Jingwei bird.

Without the help of magic, it would be impossible for Jingwei to fill the sea.

Every time the seabirds threw a dead branch or a stone, they would call "Jingwei, Jingwei" twice.

Long Ji was a little puzzled: "Why do they call like that? Are they to remember the long-cherished wishes of their ancestors?"

Phoenix took a closer look and said, "Not entirely. Jingwei's spirit has also been integrated into the bodies of these descendants through their bloodlines. Every time they call upon it, their strength increases by one point."

Long Ji squinted his eyes and looked for a long time: "Is there any growth? I can't see it."

"It's just a tiny bit. You have to look carefully."

Long Ji looked at it carefully for a while, but still couldn't see the difference, so he gave up: "Then what are you going to do? Persuade her to give up?"

Phoenix had already made up his mind on the way, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish: "Jingwei's current method is not feasible. She doesn't know how to fill up the East China Sea, and I don't know either, but I can lead her to the Tao."

Long Ji was a little surprised, then he smiled happily: "Ayu, you are awesome, I support you!"

After a brief search nearby, they found a beach where a very old seabird was dragging a branch into the sea. It was so old that it no longer had the strength to flap its wings and could only move slowly on its two feet.

It took it an hour to walk the distance of more than a hundred steps, dragging the dead branch. As the dead branch fell into the sea, it did not stop, but turned around and walked into the depths of the deserted island, trying to find another dead branch.

Phoenix asked, "Do you regret it?"

The seabird's steps are no longer as steady as those of young birds, but it still relies on its willpower to drag its old body forward bit by bit.

"No regrets!"

The voice sounded like a young girl, but it was filled with fatigue.

"does it worth?"

Phoenix's question received no response this time, and Seabird continued to move forward stubbornly, as if he felt that there was no need to answer such a question.

When the seabird once again laboriously brought a dry branch from the depths of the deserted island, the phoenix said, "I have three Mahavairocana Nirvana Sutras. They can lead you directly to the great way, help you ascend to immortality, and avoid the three disasters and nine calamities. Are you willing to learn them?"

This time, the Jingwei bird finally stopped and stared at her blankly. After thinking for a long time, it said, "Why?"

Fenghuang did not hide it: "I have a friend, I really do have this friend. She is your grandmother Nvdeng, a descendant of Ren Si, and is related to you. She heard about your situation and hopes that I can help you, at least to let you..."

She pointed to the sea: "At least make you more efficient."

Jingwei was a little tempted: "After learning your Nirvana Sutra, can I really fill the sea?"

Phoenix has a toothache, Nezha wants to cause trouble in the sea, and the new disciple in front of him wants to fill the sea. It must be said that there are some commonalities between his lineage.

(End of this chapter)