Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 527 Today is a good day

Deng Chanyu calculated for a moment with her fingers, then nodded to Nezha, indicating that the time was almost up and he could go get ready.

She added, "Are you scared?"

Nezha is fearless and raised his chin: "Disciple really doesn't know what fear is."

Deng Chanyu nodded: "Okay."

It is not appropriate for her to go down and cause trouble directly with her identity, so disciples are needed at this time.

Nezha has caused trouble for Duobao today. It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to obtain the title of "Three Altars and Sea Assembly God" in the future. Three Altars is the title of Taoism, and Sea Assembly is obviously the title of Buddhism. I am afraid that Nezha will find it difficult to straddle the Eastern and Western religions in the future.
"go Go."

"Haha, the disciple is gone!"

Nezha is extremely interested in making trouble. The more solemn you make the scene, the greater his sense of accomplishment will be in destroying it.

At this time, he jumped off the cloud bed and ran to find someone according to the plan No. 2 that was originally rehearsed in Mount Emei.

Xiao Qingluan is still mining in Mount Emei, but the two big lolis, Honghu and Hualingniao, were brought back to Biyou Palace by Zhao Gongming.

Nezha found two big lolis and told them his idea. The two big lolis looked confused and before they could express their opinions, Bixiao nodded hurriedly.

"Don't worry, go ahead and make a scene. That guy... Humph, I get angry when I see him acting so arrogant. You can make a scene if you want. It's okay. If anything goes wrong, I will take the blame for you. If my sister hadn't stopped me, I would have taught him a lesson!"

Bixiao kept on complaining.

She is not even afraid of Yuanshi Tianzun, let alone Duobao Taoist.

This is just like what Zhou Dian did to Zhou Zhiruo. I really can't beat you, but I just don't accept it. What can you do about it?
Bixiao had the same mentality. She knew Duobao Taoist was a profound Taoist, but she simply looked down on him, thinking he was treacherous and cunning, constantly using words to seduce her elder brother and elder sister. "You say you want the sainthood, and everyone should give it up? Why?"

If Nezha is willing to come out and cause trouble, she is 120% willing.

Even with the swans and peacocks, there are still not enough people.

Nezha observed the disciples of the Western religion from a distance for a while, then respectfully bowed to Maitreya and explained his purpose.

Maitreya laughed loudly: "Good, good, I have a boy who may be able to help you."

Maitreya called the yellow-browed boy and signaled him to follow them.

Deng Chanyu held the Book of Changes and hid a measuring stick in her sleeve. She kept speculating and divination, and when she was about to reach a certain point, she immediately sent a message to Nezha.

"Now, hurry up!"

All the immortals who are ready to listen to the teachings are in place, and Taoist Duobao is about to appear in the main seat.

Before he showed up, he saw the hall surrounded by auspicious clouds, thousands of pure air, and flickering light and shadow, giving off a solemn and majestic demeanor of immortals.

Just when he was about to show up, Nezha suddenly shouted.

A somewhat childish voice suddenly broke out in the rather quiet hall, and it was extremely loud.

"Li Nezha, a disciple of Mount Emei, brings his friends from Jiejiao and Western religion to congratulate Master Duobao! Today we present a song, and the title of the song is called Good Days!" The swan plays the piano, the peacock bird blows the flute, and the yellow-browed boy is seriously recommended by Maitreya. He does have some talent. A pair of golden cymbals fly up and down, and the prelude to a good day is played by him in an extremely exciting way. All the immortals on the scene looked over, and some immortals who didn't know the reason were stunned.

Nezha did not mind the big deal and started shouting at the top of his voice: "Hey - today is a good day, everything you want can come true, today is a good day, open the door and welcome the spring breeze."

Nezha's singing level is about the same as Conan's. He is seriously out of tune and even breaks his voice at the end.

The song was indeed cheerful, but it completely mismatched the solemn atmosphere of Biyou Palace! Duobao's face was as dark as water. What the hell was this? They were here to congratulate me, or were they sending me away?
Nuwa held her stomach and laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming were also laughing. Yunxiao was still the person who was willing to fight a saint for her sister. Since she had offended him anyway, there was no point in pretending to be ignorant. If Duobao dared to deal with Bixiao, she would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

Yuanshi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace and Zhunti of Western Religion were both staring at Duobao, wanting to see how he would deal with this emergency.

Duobao Taoist was obviously hesitant. Should he show up now? Or wait a little longer? There is a best time to preach. If he missed it,
He was decisive and immediately revealed his true appearance.

It appeared too quickly, and the previous clouds, colorful clouds and all the preliminary arrangements were useless because all the immortals' attention was attracted by the "good day".

Deng Chanyu seemed to think that the gift given by Nezha was very appropriate. She nodded and smiled and pointed at Daji from time to time.

Maitreya and Duobao were born incompatible and had never met before. Now that he saw Duobao show up, he felt a hint of hostility. Seeing the yellow-browed boy beating the golden cymbal happily, he felt very comfortable and his smile was full of satisfaction.

Not to mention the Chan sect, Guangchengzi shook his head and insisted on clapping along. Chijingzi even encouraged Huanglong Zhenren to go up and dance with the sword, but Huanglong was not stupid and kept shaking his head to refuse.

Duobao was a very cunning man. He glanced at Deng Chanyu and Maitreya respectively, and then his gaze fell on Sanxiao.

Bi Xiao held his head high. What can you do to me? Come and kill me if you dare.
After singing "Good Days", the expressions of the immortals were different. If I had to use one word to describe them, it would be "greatly shocked".

This song broke up the solemn atmosphere that had gathered at the scene. Deng Chanyu and the others could not go on stage in person. There were few people in the Chan sect, but there were many disciples from the Western sect. With the support of the big boss Maitreya, a bunch of disciples were making a lot of noise. As soon as the song "Good Days" was finished, they acted as if they had come from far away to have a feast.

Huan Xitian stopped Luo Xuan as he passed by and said, "We have come from the western frontier. The west is barren and we only drank some dew on the way. I wonder if your sect has any food for us to eat?"

"Our sect only provides vegetarian food." Luo Xuan suppressed his anger and explained patiently.

Huan Xitian was furious: "I, the Taoist priest, cannot live without meat. I have come all the way to show my support, and you are only preparing vegetarian food? Is it because you have embezzled the spiritual materials and are reluctant to give them to us? Everyone, come and see, and give me your judgment!"

Luo Xuan was very annoyed.

Who would give a sermon and prepare food for you? What do you think this place is? A restaurant?

We are immortals, not mortals. Is it difficult to fast for a period of time?

Luo Xuan wanted to take out the Feiyan Sword and chop all these Western good-for-nothings into pieces.

It was the Holy Mother of Fire who made up her mind. The Jiejiao sect was a big and powerful family and was not afraid of these poor ghosts, so she let them eat.

This group of Western immortals were like those at a buffet, eating their fill and stuffing all kinds of spiritual fruits and spiritual wine into their mouths as if they were free.

The Yellow-browed Boy not only ate the food himself, but also took a torn bag and filled it with food when the disciples of the Jiejiao were not paying attention.

(End of this chapter)