Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 526: Immortals Gather at Biyou Palace

Deng Chanyu is now not only a disciple of a saint, but also a powerful golden immortal. There are many people in the prehistoric world who are stronger than her, but there are even more who are not as good as her.

Why were those ancient mighty ones so powerful? First, they had extraordinary backgrounds and lived for a long time. Second, the Daoist Patriarch preached in Zixiao Palace, and what he said was all substantial and without any exaggeration. All three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace could find their own way of cultivation from it.

It’s no longer possible now. Without superior methods, and just blindly accumulating magic power, 90% of immortals will be stuck at the stage from celestial immortals to true immortals.

As they walked along, they saw that the disciples and immortals of the Jiejiao sect had low levels of cultivation.

The eyes of the wandering immortals were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and they thought that they could do the same.

The looks of the Jiejiao immortals were not so friendly. Among them were many survivors of the former Nine Dragon Island, or simply friends of the Ten Heavenly Lords and Lu Yue. They were quite hostile to Deng Chanyu, with murderous gleams in their eyes, and some even drew their weapons.

"Stare again? I'll dig your eyes out!"

"What are you looking at? I was invited by your Jiejiao sect. Do you still want to fight me?"

"If you're brave enough, let's go out and fight for three hundred rounds!"

Nezha did not back down and cursed at the group of people alone.

It has to be said that in the current Jiejiao environment where everyone is competing to be the worst, Duobao's prestige is indeed high. The Jiejiao immortals are furious, but no one dares to anger Duobao because of this.

Liu Huan was trembling with fear and finally led them into the Biyou Palace, where the Holy Mother Wu Dang came out to greet them.

Before pulling Yingzhou back to the prehistoric world, Deng Chanyu had met this disciple of Jiejiao.

"Sister Wudang."

"Junior Sister Deng, this beautiful girl must be the disciple of Lady Pingxin?"

"Su Daji has met Sister Wudang."

After some greetings, the Holy Mother Wu Dang, as the host, took them around.

Deng Chanyu presented Nezha with a gift, which was two sycamore fruits, and the Holy Mother Wu Dang also gave Nezha a piece of earth-walking jade as a gift.

Deng Chanyu had a good impression of Wu Dang Shengmu. She was a true Taoist who lived in harmony with the world, was not involved in any cause and effect, and only practiced her own Taoism. No wonder he was able to escape unscathed in the end.

Of course, her perception wasn't necessarily accurate; she had previously believed Yun Zhongzi to be the true Xiaoyao Immortal.
The Biyou Palace is said to be a palace, but in fact it is a vast world based on the ancient times.

There is a lot going on inside.

The current mission of the Holy Mother Wu Dang is to accompany these two saintly disciples.

The Holy Mother Wu Dang pointed to a rock face shrouded in dazzling sword light and said, "That's the Sword Testing Cliff. Teacher, when traveling through the prehistoric times, collected many magical swords. She loved to ask about swords. She believed that in all things, it's best to 'seek the straight path rather than the crooked one.'"

Deng Chanyu nodded and praised twice.

"My two sisters, please look, that's the Hunyuan Palace over there. It's the world that our teacher created using an innate spiritual treasure called the Hunyuan Diagram."

"This is the Zhoutian chessboard. The teacher took a ray of starlight from each of the Zhoutian stars and used it to teach us disciples the secrets of the formation. We are dull and only the eldest brother can play more than ten moves with the teacher." The Holy Mother Wu Dang talked eloquently and told them some stories in the Biyou Palace. Nezha yawned secretly, and it was obvious that he was not interested. Daji had a serious face, but she didn't take it to heart.

These guys don't know how expensive food and fuel are until they run the household. Deng Chanyu did get quite a bit of benefit. Apart from anything else, the quality of the job was indeed very high.

Look at their Wahuang Palace, the most valuable thing is a congenital sycamore tree. Look at Mount Emei, there are a group of wild monkeys and a few descendants of the iron-eating beasts of the old bear.

Deng Chanyu's realm is getting higher and higher. There's no guarantee that some fellow Taoists won't come to discuss the mysteries of the Dao. How will she introduce Mount Emei then? Should she have the Iron-Eating Beast perform a somersault for them?
The Holy Mother Wu Dang took them on a quick tour of the Biyou Palace, and then, in accordance with the rules of the Xuanmen sect, arranged a cloud bed for them to listen to the sermon, and also equipped it with seven lotus flowers, nine golden bells and twelve attending boys.

The seats are very close to the front and can be considered VIP seats.

Deng Chanyu also enjoyed the treatment of sitting high on a cloud bed. In order to maintain the dignity of a disciple of the saint, she took out a whisk that had not been used for a long time and pretended to close her eyes to rest.

Daji sat with her. When it came to pretending, Lord Yan was also a professional, with a stern face, completely different from when he was in Mount Emei.

More Jiejiao immortals discovered them and all looked furious.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit immediately stood up and scolded her. Her master was about to give a sermon, and if he made a mess of himself at this time, it would be a loss of face for Duobao, which was something she would never allow.

Deng Chanyu didn't care about this kind of gaze at all, and meditated and practiced in a very calm manner.

Daji didn't care anymore. "If I can't beat you in the living world, let's go to the underworld and fight! Let's see who's afraid of who."

After a few days, the disciples of the Western Religion came to the Biyou Palace in a mighty procession.

Except for Ksitigarbha who never left the underworld, Maitreya, Bhaisajyaguru, Mahasthamaprapta, Indra, Prajnaparamita, Gandhara and other disciples had all arrived. They were also led to another cloud bed.

Unlike Deng Chanyu who could only sit there, the disciples of the Western School each had a rosary in their hands and sat there silently reciting scriptures. They would recite a few sentences and then fiddle with the beads, then recite a few more sentences and then fiddle with the beads. It is hard to say how much this helped their practice, but at least it was a good way to kill time.
When the immortals of the Jiejiao sect gathered in the hall and it seemed that the sermon was about to begin, Guangchengzi also arrived with the immortals of the Chenjiao sect.

The conflict between the orthodox sect and the evil sect was too great. The hostile gazes that had previously been focused on Deng Chanyu and the disciples of the Western sect were all transferred to the immortals of the orthodox sect.

Except for the imprisoned Qingxu Daode Zhenren and the fallen Yuding Zhenren, the other ten of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have all arrived.

Another disciple of the second generation is Shen Gongbao. Coming to Jiejiao is like coming home for this guy. He can say a few words to any Jiejiao disciple he picks up.

Only the most capable disciple Yang Jian came from the third generation of disciples. None of the other disciples came, not even the very capable Wei Hu.

These guys are almost telling Jiejiao openly that we are here to cause trouble, and we will run away after we are done!

Preaching is not a one-time deal. The third sermon of Taoist Hongjun lasted for a full 100,000 years. Duobao is far from reaching that level now, but it is possible to preach for three to five years.

The original teaching of Jiejiao is "to intercept the secrets of heaven, and anyone who is predestined can come and listen". This time, Duobao was very open about it. The Zixiao Palace was closed when he was preaching, and now the Biyou Palace is not closed at all. You can come and go as you please, and Jiejiao will never stop you, at least on the surface.

Nezha kept glancing at the gate of Jiejiao out of the corner of his eyes. Not being afraid of death doesn't mean he wants to die. He still has to run when he needs to, and it is necessary to make sure of a way out.

He was looking at the gate and found that there was also a pair of eyes from the Xianjiao sect staring at the gate. He felt something in his heart and turned his gaze over, just meeting Yang Jian's eyes.

Well, great minds think alike! Let’s run together!

(End of this chapter)