Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 756 I am Haotian, I am not dead yet. Whoever saves me will receive half of my treasure.

"Ok?"

Zhao Gongming did not go to the Central Plains. The Central Plains was in chaos and full of resentment and hostility. A moral friend would not go there to wander around. He specifically wandered to places with beautiful mountains and rivers. He had no goal in mind, and everything depended on fate.

On this day, he was riding on the clouds when he suddenly stopped and looked down.

He saw a minotaur!

To be precise, it is a humanoid creature with a bull's head.

In the ancient times, these creatures generally have a general name, called monsters!
The minotaur that Zhao Gongming saw was not a monster. In fact, even if he was a monster, no one would dare to call him a monster.

Because he is the mount of the Saint Taiqing, the Green Ox.

Zhao Gongming had known Qingniu before in Mount Emei. Although he had never seen this bull-headed form, the rich Taiqing magic power on his body could not be faked and he could tell it at a glance.

Taiqing's Green Ox and Nuwa's Green Luan, these saints' mounts, have daily contact with saints and have the advantage of being close to the water and getting the moon first, but they are also restricted by the defects of their souls. No matter how they practice, they can only reach the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. They cannot reach Daluo because their souls are incomplete and they cannot condense the Luotian Dao Fruit.

To Zhao Gongming, the Green Ox certainly had nothing to do with this virtuous man. Even if it did, he had no intention of getting in on the fun. Everything about the mount belonged to the owner, and the mount's morality also belonged to the owner. Could Zhao Gongming borrow the morality of the Taiqing Sage? Come on, come on, I'll give you the Tao Te Ching, will you write it? Cause and effect are too complex.

The minotaur Qingniu was not alone, but was having a conversation with an immortal with white hair and beard. The immortal made some impatient gestures, but Qingniu remained unmoved. Judging from the situation, the conversation between the two parties seemed like playing the lute to a cow.

The white-haired immortal has reached the realm of a golden immortal, and judging by his dharma power, he has some shadows of the Jade Purity Immortal Law of the Chan Sect, but it is also a bit specious.

The Golden Immortal is no longer a small fry. There are a certain number of immortals at this level. Even if you don’t know them, they shouldn’t be unknown.

When Yunxiao had not really grown up, in order to take care of his sisters' self-esteem, Zhao Gongming often hid in the dark to protect them when they went out traveling. He had mastered the art of concealment quite well. At this time, he hid behind a white cloud and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

The white-haired golden immortal was a little exasperated: "I have said that I am from the Yuanling Realm. I found a letter asking for help and wanted to go to Kunlun Mountain. My child was just greedy and ate your fruit. I hope you will forgive them."

Qingniu was a Taiyi Golden Immortal himself, and with the powerful support of the Taiqing Saint behind him, he showed no fear at all. He snorted a little uncomfortably and said, "You are quite polite, Taoist, and not as greedy as those two boys. But I would like to ask, where are you from and where are you going?"

White-haired Golden Immortal: “.”

I talked for a long time before, but it seems that it was all in vain!

Zhao Gongming listened for a while and found that Qingniu was pretending, but his logical thinking ability was indeed lacking. The two of them talked over and over again.

He descended from the clouds, approached, and bowed in greeting: "I am Zhao Gongming. I am fortunate to meet two fellow Taoists today."

Qingniu knew him, and even a saint's mount had to be respectful of its demeanor. He snorted out of habit and said in a deep voice, "So it's Fellow Daoist Zhao. It's been years since we last met, but you're still as elegant as ever."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Old Zhao looked at the white-haired Taiyi Jinxian and asked, "May I know who this fellow Taoist is?"

The white-haired immortal had an extraordinary demeanor. If one ignored the somewhat unpleasant Jade Purity power, he should be a man of great virtue. "Brother Zhao, I am Huang Zi."

Zhao Gongming pondered for a moment. He had indeed heard of this person's name: "Is it the True Man Zhong Huang who lives in Kongtong Mountain and is the one who 'travels along the three paths of the sun and moon'?"

Zhong Huangzi was very polite and graceful, showing no sign of the awkwardness he had felt when arguing with Qingniu earlier. "The title of Immortal is an unjust compliment from some fellow Taoists from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks. I truly do not deserve it. I am Zhong Huangzi from Kongtong Mountain."

Zhong Huangzi was an immortal from the same period as Zhao Gongming, and they attained enlightenment at about the same time. He was good friends with Guang Chengzi, but was not a member of the Chan sect. His greatest achievement was that he was the teacher of Huangdi.

Huangdi had many teachers, including the Queen Mother of the West, Guangchengzi, and Zhonghuangzi.

Zhong Huangzi claimed in a small circle that he was transformed from Pangu's stomach. At that time, there were a total of twelve immortals who transformed together. Zhong means being in the center of the world, and Huang is the color of the stomach. It is the place where the sun, moon and three paths travel, and in Xuanmen it also refers to the stomach.

However, Zhao Gongming did not agree with Pangu's stomach, saying it was bragging!
You have such deep roots, but you have only ended up like this today?

After observing closely at this time, he guessed that the other party was indeed transformed from his stomach. The earth-type spiritual energy in Zhong Huangzi's body was extremely rich, but Pangu's stomach was nonsense. At most, it came from an ancient powerful being. For example, after the death of a great god like Thor, the vitality of the Taoist body remained, and part of it was concentrated in the stomach, and then it transformed.

With the intention of making friends, he had no intention of revealing the other party's background. He said, "I wonder what the True Man and Daoist Fellow Qingniu were arguing about earlier? Zhao is willing to mediate between the two of you."

Zhong Huangzi was very happy and quickly gave his boy two fruits eaten by the roadside. Then Qingniu said that the fruits were his, and the two sides told each other about the dispute.

To say he was arguing was just flattering himself. Qingniu completely outclassed him in terms of cultivation, techniques, and magic weapons. Arguing? If it was a fight to the death, he would have killed him with one punch!

Zhao Gongming pondered for a moment. He couldn't figure out whether Qingniu was stinging him or what, but as the eldest brother of the outer sect of Jiejiao, he was quite experienced in handling these disputes.

With his mediation, Zhong Huangzi solemnly apologized to Qingniu. Qingniu stomped his feet, and the two boys trapped in a formation ran out crying.

Zhao Gongming asked, "I saw you looked flustered earlier, what's the important matter?"

He had heard before that the other party was going to Kunlun Mountain to deliver a letter, but now in order to make a new friend, he pretended not to know.

Zhong Huangzi did not have to go to the Chan Sect. He was mainly familiar with Guang Chengzi, so he chose the Chan Sect as his first choice. Now that Zhao Gongming asked him, he did not hesitate and took out a letter written in blood from his sleeve.

"Brother Zhao, please take a look."

Zhao Gongming didn't think that a Golden Immortal could cause much trouble. If he, a Golden Immortal who was one step away from being a Quasi-Saint, helped him solve the problem and had a drink with him, wouldn't their friendship be established?
He calmly picked up the blood letter and looked at it carefully. After reading just two lines, he was stunned.

This is a letter asking for help, which roughly means "I am Haotian, I am not dead yet, and now I am trapped in the chaos. If anyone of you saves me, you will be promoted and rich in the future!"

"Haotian? Is he the great celestial being in the heaven? How could he be trapped in the chaos? If he is in the chaos, then who is the one in the Lingxiao Palace now?" Zhao Gongming asked a series of questions.

(End of this chapter)