Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 72 Po Meng
Deng Chanyu often said that Daji was extremely intelligent, but this was not really a compliment.

Daji knew her chance had come, and immediately said, "Okay, old lady, I can make soup when I'm home, but Ah Yu doesn't seem to like it very much, always saying that the soup I make is too bland."

When it comes to making soup, Daji is indeed an expert. In the past two years, she has been trained in various things such as Lengxiang Pills and Yudi Shuijia Ting Luomei.

The more complicated something is, the more she can calm down and study it.

Deng Chanyu needs to rub a large iron rod on a stone "DuangDuang" for two days to calm down, while Daji only needs a cup of tea to enter a state of complete concentration. This can be considered a kind of talent of hers.

Meng Po was just like an ordinary old woman, sitting on a broken stool beside her, giving her some pointers from time to time, correcting her techniques and mistakes in brewing the tea.

Every time Daji cooked a pot of soup, a gust of wind would blow by and take away the pot and the soup.

A quarter of an hour later, the pot would be returned and she would continue to cook.

Meng Po initially gave some advice, but later she just pretended to take a nap.

When Daji started to cook the ninth pot of soup, the old woman opened her eyes.

"Little girl, you are already dead. Do you know this?"

Daji continued to boil the soup without a pause: "I know, old woman, I knew it a long time ago. Just die, it's fate."

Meng Po smiled, her face was full of wrinkles and half of her teeth were missing.

"What if the old woman says that you were killed by a villain before your death?"

Daji paused, put the rice spoon stained with green soup aside, thought carefully before saying, "Then I don't know what to do. Is it my enemy? Or my father's enemy?"

Meng Po shook her head: "Neither."

Daji was puzzled: "Why is that?"

Meng Po said bluntly: "Because of your face and your body."

Daji smiled, but her smile was a little bitter: "Is it because of this face, because of this skin? From childhood to adulthood, this kind of thing has happened too many times, and there is no way to avoid it. Forget it, I don't care anymore."

Meng Po nodded. She was very satisfied with the girl's character, wisdom and qualifications, except that the calamity in her fate was a bit great.

Meng Po can bear these calamities, but it is troublesome. It is best to find a few stubborn people to help share the burden.
The old woman reached out her hand and touched the basin of water in front of her, and Zhu Tianlin's defiant face appeared on the water surface.

Wearing a square scarf on his head, a bright red Taoist robe, and hemp shoes, he looks a bit like an immortal just by looking at his attire. But if you look at Zhu Tianlin's face as red as a date and eyes as big as bells, even if he wears immortal clothes, he will look like an evil Taoist.

"There is another person behind the scenes. You will find out in the future. This person caused you to fall into a coma, and then your soul was taken away by the underworld. He can be considered one of the accomplices." Meng Po said in a normal tone.

Although Daji said she didn't care, it was impossible that she had no grudges in her heart. She couldn't help but be curious and took a look, only to find that she didn't know Zhu Tianlin at all.

She was very honest: "Mother-in-law, I don't know this person."

Meng Po showed the jagged broken teeth in her mouth and said with a smile: "You are a good child. I will help you call this person over to let you vent your anger. How about it?" Daji was stunned. She was dead. How could she "call" a living person to let her vent her anger?
Meng Po didn't wait for her to agree. She stretched out her dry left hand, pressed her palm lightly into the water, and then grabbed Zhu Tianlin's reflection in the water with force.

Zhu Tianlin got the inner elixir of a thousand-year-old python from the nine-tailed fox, and felt that he had made a big profit for a moment.

He didn't attack everyone. Even if you asked him to curse King Zhou or beat him to death, he wouldn't dare.

He'd investigated Daji beforehand. She already had a bad reputation within the Su clan, and now, with her father and brother dead in battle, she'd lost most of her support. Zhu Tianlin had calculated Daji's fate, and it indicated she still had some life left, but not much longer. He thought it wouldn't be a big deal if he allowed her to die a few days early. So what if the underworld discovered something? Would they dare to provoke the Jiejiao disciples? Even if they had the guts, they wouldn't dare!

Zhu Tianlin was not worried at all. Instead, he was very excited. He drove the water escape vehicle and happily returned to Kowloon Island.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared in the air and without saying a word, instantly pulled him into the endless underworld.

Tongtian Sect Master, who was far away in Biyou Palace, had a slight sense of it, but did not take it seriously.

It is true that he teaches everyone, and it is also true that he devotes all his heart and soul to his disciples, but he is a saint, not a nanny for his disciples.

In modern society, wouldn't there be a scenario where a graduate student's family gets into trouble and their advisor becomes a detective, helping track down the perpetrator and provide personal protection? It was even less likely in ancient slave society.

The saint’s own path is the most important, followed by his teachings, and even less important when it comes to a specific disciple.

Tongtian Patriarch is a man of genuine character. He will devote some of his attention to three or five important disciples. Among the tens of thousands of disciples of Jiejiao, some have only attended his classes and can only be considered nominal disciples. Most of them are disciples of these nominal disciples, whom he does not know at all, so naturally he has no time to pay attention to them.

In addition, the disciples of Jiejiao were very brave and aggressive, and fighting was common. So, he didn't take the death of a disciple seriously at all. Died? So what?

Zhu Tianlin was stunned when he was dragged into the underworld in an instant. After checking, he found that he was not a soul, but came in with his body. This made him calm down a little. Fortunately, as long as his body was there, his Taoism, magic power, and magic weapons were all there. With his own abilities, he still had a chance to find a way out and return to life.

Before he could figure out who was secretly attacking him, a bright creature like him entered the underworld, and it was as bright as a torch.

Zhu Tianlin did not have the Eight or Nine Profound Arts, so the wandering ghosts in the underworld could smell the odor of a living person on him from ten miles away.

"There are living people here!"

"Meat! How sweet!"

"Eat him, tear him apart, eat! The flesh! Drink! The blood!"

Many mad ghosts rushed over, wanting to eat Zhu Tianlin's flesh and blood. They believed that as long as they ate the flesh and blood of a living person, they could return to the world of the living.

"How dare an ant bully me!" As one of Lu Yue's four major disciples, Zhu Tianlin was well-versed in Taoism and martial arts. At this time, he did not use the magic weapon to stun the sword, but pulled out an ordinary long sword, injected Shangqing magic power, and killed the ghosts rushing out everywhere like cutting melons and vegetables.

The noise he made was so loud that it attracted Deng Chanyu, who had been searching for Daji in the underworld for seven or eight days.

She thought her disguise was flawless, so she strolled over to watch the fun.

Even if she had only just mastered the basics of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, it was still extremely mysterious and unpredictable. At this moment, she transformed into a Night Wanderer, watching Zhu Tianlin fight the ghosts from afar. While cheering for him, she could also chat with the ghosts who also came to watch the excitement.

(End of this chapter)