Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 76 Let Deng Chanyu go to heaven to be an official?

After the memorial to Lord Haotian is written, the underworld will submit it according to the procedures.

Dizang looked at Di Ting twice, but finally said nothing. He clasped his hands together and said goodbye. It was time for Deng Chanyu to go back.

Meng Po said, "Take the little girl Daji back to the world of the living. I've agreed with her that every year during the Ghost Festival, she'll come over to help me, an old woman. Don't make a fuss."

Deng Chanyu looked at Daji strangely, and Daji smiled at her charmingly, meaning, "See, I have an adventure too."

Even though the two of them were already very familiar with each other, the seven parts of charm mixed with three parts of playfulness that Daji inadvertently revealed still made Deng Chanyu dazed, as if her bones were all soft. This witch!

"The disciple understands."

"Alright, stop standing here. You see the path behind the old woman? It connects to part of the Sea of ​​Blood. If you take this path, you'll be back to the living world soon. Don't delay, get on your way."

The separation between Yin and Yang is no joke. Today's underworld does not provide the kind of "resurrection where you die" service. In other words, you need to "run corpses" yourself.

Daji needs to run back to the corpse by herself so that her soul can return to her body, and Deng Chanyu has to escort her all the way.

This is one of the reasons why very few people from the underworld can return to the world of the living. Without some special abilities, even if the underworld allows them, it is impossible for ordinary people to run back to the world of the living from the sea of ​​blood.

Before leaving, Deng Chanyu apologized to the dark-faced judge who had been following her: "I am young and inexperienced. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

The judge was quite impressed by her efforts to redress the injustices done to so many deceased souls. He paused for a moment and bowed solemnly. "Next time you edit the Book of Life and Death, please don't be so excessive. My surname is Lu."

As soon as he said it, he knew he had spoken out of turn.

Deng Chanyu bowed in return and said with a smile, "There's a next time? Hahahaha Judge Lu, take care."

"Rest in peace, Immortal Deng."

On the other side, Daji and Mengpo whispered goodbye, then hugged the little white dog Di Ting and followed Deng Chanyu, walking onto a road filled with red mist.

Prince Qin Guang was extremely fast. As soon as Deng Chanyu and Daji entered the sea of ​​blood, he arrived in heaven with a memorial.

Haotian didn't have any official business to deal with, so when he heard that the King of Hell from the underworld had arrived, he immediately summoned him.

When I got the memorial and saw the name on it—Deng Chanyu? My first reaction was questioning. Who was this person? Just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could write a memorial for me? I didn't even want to read it! My second reaction was to realize she was Nuwa's disciple. I quickly took the memorial and scrutinized every word.

After a careful review, things are very troublesome!
Zhu Tianlin is a disciple of Jiejiao. Now, Nuwa's disciples and Zhunti's disciples say that he is not qualified to be on the List of Gods, but the List of Gods is currently in the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun, the saint of Chenjiao.

The actions of a saint's disciples cannot represent the saint himself. For example, Tongtian Sect Master would never say to his disciples, "Go out and burn, kill, and plunder. Do as many bad things as you can. I will take the consequences if anything goes wrong!"
He couldn't possibly say that, and he certainly didn't mean it. The Jiejiao sect had become what it was today simply because they didn't want to care.

The same goes for the other disciples of the saint. Generally speaking, they all have their own ways, and the saint does not need to interfere. Specifically speaking, everyone has different karma and cannot be forced.

Even so, Haotian still felt confused.

Such a not-so-big thing involved not only the quiet and inactive Laozi, but also several other saints and forces such as heaven and hell.

If he fails to handle the situation properly, he will offend three or four saints at once, and it will be useless even if he has the support of the Taoist Ancestor.

The Conferred God List only requires 365 true gods, and Zhu Tianlin is certainly not missing. If Haotian were willing to put aside his pride and personally recruit people like the two Western saints, would 365 vacancies be filled? All 3,650 vacancies could be filled. This involves the fate of the three religions. Conferred Gods is only a superficial aspect. Zhu Tianlin is a problem of Conferred Gods, but it is not entirely a problem of Conferred Gods!
After sending the "courier" Qin Guangwang away, he immediately summoned Taibai Jinxing to discuss the matter.

"What do you think of me, dear?"

According to Haotian's original intention, he would naturally throw the matter to Yuanshi Tianzun. After all, the Chan sect and the Jie sect were not on good terms, and if there was a chance to save face for Tongtian Sect Master, Yuanshi Tianzun would not hesitate at all.

But this matter cannot be done too obviously. He does not want to provoke Yuanshi Tianzun, and even more so, he does not want to offend Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Taibai Jinxing stroked his beard and pondered over a countermeasure.

After a while, he whispered, "The person who tied the bell must be the one who can untie it. Perhaps we can summon this immortal to the Heavenly Palace, appoint her to a position of moderate importance, and let her be responsible for this matter?"

Haotian shook his head slightly, indicating that it was not okay to pass the blame like this.

He also wanted to summon Deng Chanyu to heaven, and then throw the blame on her, but the problem was that one had to be an immortal to go to heaven. Deng Chanyu was no longer practicing for two and a half months, but at most, she had only practiced Taoism for ten months. No matter how fast her progress was, she still had not reached the standard of becoming an immortal.

He pointed out the crux of the problem in a cryptic way, and Taibai Jinxing was dumbfounded.

I thought you must have profound cultivation to have caused such a big trouble, but it turns out you have only been practicing for ten months?

The Heavenly Court still has a lot of money, so it is not difficult for Deng Chanyu to become an immortal quickly. Just give her two peaches and it will be enough. The problem is that doing so is too obvious, making the Heavenly Court seem timid and irresponsible, and Haotian still has to save face.

The king and his ministers discussed for a long time but could not come up with a good solution. Haotian had no choice but to issue an order himself to summon the Southern Pole Changsheng Emperor, who was also a disciple of the Chanjiao sect, the Southern Pole Immortal, to come for discussion.

Legend has it that the Sea of ​​Blood was formed from the belly button of the great god Pangu, and most of the filth in the three realms is accumulated here.

When it comes to crossing an entire sea of ​​blood, let alone Deng Chanyu, there are not many people in the entire Xuanmen who can cross it, unless they are saints.

Now they don't need to cross the sea, they just need to follow the edge of the sea of ​​blood and take the route into the world of the living.

The distance is not short, but not far either.

In the sea of ​​blood, there was a blood cloud above the head, foul-smelling solid blood clots under the feet, and blood-red fog all around. One could even faintly hear some shrill screams.

"Ayu, the fog here is so dazzling." Daji gritted her teeth and persisted, but the fog around her drifted straight into her eyes. In less than an incense stick of time, her eyes turned red, and a red light with a hint of evil shone from her soul.

She said somewhat miserably, "Ayu, why don't you go first? I really don't want to be a burden to you."

"Would you like to eat the fried cakes?! We've been lifelong friends, how could I give up on you? Let's take a break first? Or maybe just ride your Di Ting and keep going?" Deng Chanyu suggested. The little white dog bared its teeth at her. "Why ride? I'm still young!"
Daji thought of a solution.

"Ayu, take out your weapon. Walk ahead, slowly. I'll hold the handle of your halberd. Is that okay?"

Deng Chanyu: "It's a little thick, hold on tight."

Daji nodded vigorously: "Oh oh."

(End of this chapter)