Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 566 Deng Chanyu: The God of Poverty and I are irreconcilable!

When the three incense sticks were halfway burned, the water of the Tao River began to boil, the birds around were dancing, the clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a seven-colored beam of light fell from the sky. Under the somewhat surprised gaze of Bo Yikao and Yi, a white-bearded old man walked out of it.

The old man asked, "I am the water god of this area. I wonder why you have invited me here?"

Bo Yikao had some basic knowledge of immortals and gods, so he asked, "Could the immortal be the Dragon King of Tao River?"

The old man said solemnly: "That's right."

By this time, the Tao River Dragon King had been summoned to the Heavenly Palace. It was rumored that the Water Virtue Master wanted to see him, and he was now eagerly waiting outside the Water Virtue Hall. Then, news spread that the Water Virtue Master had been summoned away by Princess Longji, who in turn had been summoned away by the Queen Mother of the Jade Pool. Having been in office for less than a century, the Tao River Dragon King was completely bewildered by this mess of summons. When would the Water Virtue Master return, and when would he be summoned? He had no idea! He would have to wait and see.

The real Taohe Dragon King is waiting in heaven.

The fake one started to fool people seriously.

Bo Yikao had no idea that the person before him was a fake Dragon King. He was very respectful and recounted in detail how the God of Poverty had wreaked havoc in Jincheng.

Deng Chanyu sighed secretly. This cause and effect was really hard to deal with. The God of Poverty, just hearing his name sounded like a bottomless pit. She felt sorry for her money.

Her treasury was filled with mountains of gold, silver and jewelry.

Deng Chanyu is certainly a person who regards money as dirt and is free from vulgar interests. She hoards gold and silver just to let the common people bring various ginseng, spirit stones and spirit jade to her to exchange for gold and silver to improve their lives, which is a blessing.

She doesn't have to travel all over the mountains to look for spiritual materials, which saves a lot of time, and the people can also get huge rewards. Both parties get what they need, and it is a win-win situation.

Now he had to give out some gold and silver to settle this cause and effect with Bo Yikao.

Even Jiang Ziya could see the origin of the God of Poverty, let alone her, the Golden Immortal.

She also knew that the appearance of the God of Poverty was not an accident. The original Zhou Kingdom had to face attacks from thirty-six armies before it could finally take the stage and appoint a general to attack the Shang Dynasty.

King Zhou simply didn't have the strength to do that now. Thirty-six armies? He couldn't even muster sixteen, and Jiang Ziya also occupied Sishui Pass. Even if King Zhou was an idiot, he wouldn't send thirty-six armies continuously to send them off. So Liangjie set up obstacles for the Zhou Kingdom in other places.

Previously, Nüba's target was also the Zhou Kingdom. It was Zhao Gongming who was bored and took the responsibility on himself, which caused chaos in the world.

Today's God of Poverty is no exception.

"Does the Immortal have any magic weapon to drive away the God of Poverty?"

"I have money."

Deng Chanyu waved her hand, and a thousand taels of gold neatly stacked in front of Bo Yikao appeared.

"These are some golden and silver things. Take them, my lord, and send the God of Poverty away."

She put on a complete show, and the fake Dragon King went straight to the Tao River Water Palace to rest. With the help of the Eight-Nine Profound Arts, even those small fry and crab generals could not detect any clues.

Bo Yikao and Yi carefully examined the gold from the shore. Was it real gold? There were many stories of immortals using sleight of hand to deceive mortals and test their hearts, so we had to be on guard.

After waiting for a day, the gold did not disappear. Bo Yikao asked many confidants to come and see it. They all said that this was real gold, which could not be more real.

When the God of Poverty came again, he took away 1,000 taels of gold. Perhaps this time he had a bigger harvest, so he did not make things difficult for the people and herdsmen.

Three days passed peacefully. Suddenly, some common people and herdsmen saw the God of Poverty appear again on the edge of the city, as if he could enter the city at any time to plunder again. Bo Yikao guessed that the one thousand taels of gold could not satisfy the God of Poverty's appetite, so he could only ask the Dragon King of Tao River for help again.

Deng Chanyu endured the pain and gave 10,000 taels of gold, which were piled up densely like a mountain. It was still smelted real gold.

After the God of Poverty took away the 10,000 taels of gold, some obvious changes appeared on his body.

His tattered hat had turned into a brand new one. He still wore tattered clothes and was barefoot, but there were two fewer patches on his clothes, and the leftovers in the broken bowl in his hand didn't smell as disgusting anymore.

The God of Poverty's origin of poverty was injured and tainted by money.
Deng Chanyu also felt so distressed that she couldn't breathe.
This time, it took a full month before the God of Poverty appeared again.

Bo Yikao asked for help from the Dragon King of Tao River for the third time. Deng Chanyu took several deep breaths and this time directly gave him 100,000 taels of gold.

When the golden codes are put together, the light they emit seems brighter than the sun.

According to the rules of his own position as a god, the God of Poverty had to swallow these 100,000 taels of gold, and he found it quite difficult to swallow them!

When the 100,000 taels of gold disappeared completely, the God of Poverty also underwent a drastic change.

The clothes became brocade, the feet had leather boots, and the hat on the head became a new hat similar to Fan Yang's hat.

He looked at his hands in a trance, then looked down at the boots on his feet.

"God of poverty? I... I'm not poor anymore?"

With a loud bang, the origin of the God of Poverty collapsed and his body turned into white smoke. When the wind blew, no trace remained.

Bo Yikao was so moved that he could not stop bowing: "Your Majesty, you are so noble and virtuous. You saved the people of our country. Please accept my respect!"

The face of the "Taohe Dragon King" was pale, as white as paper. Before, he had a white robe and white beard, and looked like a young man with white hair. Now his face was completely white, and he looked as if he had been seriously injured. Bo Yikao thought that this immortal was quite kind. He was really willing to fight for such a small matter for him.
The "Taohe Dragon King" helped him up and said that he was fine and only suffered a small loss.

"I don't feel sorry at all!" She pinched her thigh, trying to pretend that she didn't care at all.

Bo Yikao proposed to build a temple for her, but she refused.

"I have my own foundation here, and I have duties in heaven. I don't lack for those few things. My Lord, please relax and lead the people to rebuild their homes."

Bo Yikao straightened his cap and bowed again: "Thank you so much, Immortal! Your kindness and generosity will never be forgotten."

Okay, just saying this is enough!

Is it worth spending 111,000 taels of gold to buy a sentence?

For Deng Chanyu, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Two more days passed.

Bo Yikao was grateful to the "Tao River Dragon King" for not forcing the people of Jincheng to build a temple. He was completely broke, and with a Xirong caravan approaching, he had no copper coins. How could he possibly trade? He immediately led his 3,000 cavalrymen to plunder the Xirong tribe on the other side of the river.

There are many tribes of the Xirong people, and the relationships between them are complicated. They are collectively called Xirong to save trouble. In fact, they are not a single race. It is common for them to rob things from tribe A and then trade with tribe B.

After Bo Yikao left, his son Yi stayed behind to guard the city. In his spare time, he would stroll along the Tao River, and that day he met the "Tao River Dragon King" again.

"Master, do you think the God of Poverty will come back?" He had been thinking about this question for several days.

(End of this chapter)