Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 82 Listen to me and thank you!

After waiting for a long time, a patient finally came.

But this patient made Deng Chanyu a little dumbfounded. Although you are half covered in mud and blood, and dressed a little disheveled, I still recognize you, the Dragon King of Jinghe River!

The closest the Jinghe Dragon King ever came to the Divine Beast Team was at the banks of the Wei River. He transformed into a phoenix and raced with the others. Although he said they were close, they were actually several miles away. He only saw a ball of fire passing by at high speed, and he couldn't see what was inside.

Nuwa could see through the relationship between Deng Chanyu and the Phoenix clone at a glance, but the Jinghe Dragon King did not have this vision.

In his mind, Deng Chanyu was just a stranger who had given way to him a few days ago. What was this? A benefactor!

The Dragon King of Jinghe River has been having a miserable time recently. It is rare for him to meet someone who shows kindness to him, and the memory of it is particularly deep.

He was in such a pity! Zhang Guifang was so fierce that she chased him to the point where he had no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth. Finally, he fell into the Zhang River, seriously injured. The Dragon King of the Zhang River was a coward. When he heard that he had offended King Zhou, he wanted to capture him and offer him to Chaoge.

The Dragon King of Jinghe River has demonstrated what it means to be a dragon landing in a plain, fighting desperately to carve out a bloody path.

There are some small villages near the Zhang River, but the residents in such places know each other very well, making it difficult to hide.

His injuries were too severe. After much deliberation, he had no choice but to quietly return to Chaoge to treat his injuries.

"Please lend a helping hand and save my life. I will reward you handsomely." He saw that Deng Chanyu had some Taoist skills and her ability to treat illnesses should be much better than that of ordinary people. In addition, they had met once before, so he decided to take a gamble.

Deng Chanyu was speechless. I am preparing to treat the plague, not external injuries. Besides, what you lack now is not herbs, but a wheelchair, right?
She thought about it and realized she had no reason to refuse. She decided to follow the Shang Dynasty's current customs, worshiping the gods first and then treating the illness. "Since that's the case, please come and worship Nuwa first, old man."

The Dragon King of Jinghe River was much more knowledgeable than ordinary people. Even though he was covered in blood and his legs were broken, he still lay on the ground and paid homage to the statue of Nuwa.

Feeling the gaze of some extremely high level, he was startled and kept his head pressed to the ground. He waited until the gaze disappeared before he climbed up with lingering fear.

Looking at Deng Chanyu again at this moment, he felt that her background was unfathomable. She no longer had the dignity of a Dragon King. He bowed humbly and said, "Please, Immortal, save my little dragon's life."

Deng Chanyu was helpless: "Alright, let me see your injuries first."

"Thank you very much, Immortal!" The Dragon King of Jinghe River expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Nuwa, who was far away in the Wa Palace, saw this scene and stopped practicing. For a moment, she felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This is also a confused Dragon King. Do you know who has caused you to be like this today? Speaking of her name, you will be shocked. You are in this state, and you still thank her?
The Dragon King of Jinghe River was covered with scars, with his feet being the most seriously injured. These were humanitarian injuries, and they would not recover under normal circumstances unless he obtained humanity's forgiveness or wiped out the entire human race.

His wounds were constantly bleeding, and his left foot, which had been broken off a long time ago, had been bleeding for a year. This was because dragons were strong. If it were a human, he would have died from the bleeding.

Deng Chanyu couldn't heal the broken leg, but she could help him suture the wound.

She took out an embroidery needle, and Daji made a thin rope with mulberry bark from the underworld, then heated it with the Red Sun Divine Fire, and sewed the wound up stitch by stitch.

There's still some bleeding, but it's much better than before.

"Thank you, Immortal, and thank you, young lady!" The Dragon King of Jinghe River thanked Deng Chanyu and Daji repeatedly.

When his injuries were mostly healed, his emotion reached its peak when Deng Chanyu pushed a four-wheeled cart for him.

This car was the fire-breathing train that Deng Chanyu had brought down in the valley during the attack on Nandu. Originally, she had planned to create several Five Elements Chariots, like Red Boy, to unleash during battle to increase the temperature and range of the flames. However, Deng Chanyu's impulsive nature led her to practice calligraphy one day, open a teahouse the next, and a pharmacy the day after. This delayed the Five Elements Chariot project, and now it was a perfect gift to the Dragon King of Jinghe River.

This car has been refined by her, and its shape is a bit like the car that Zhuge Liang rode. It has four wheels, a backrest, and can fly short distances.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the Dragon King of Jing River. How long had it been? How long had it been since someone had treated him like this?

After thinking again and again, and after a period of ideological struggle, he solemnly handed the black cloth bag he had been holding tightly in his hand to Deng Chanyu: "I have been reckless in the first half of my life, and now I have been punished by heaven. I am afraid that my life will not be long. This thing is of no use to me, so I give it to you. You have the protection of the saints, and you can look forward to a great future. This thing is just a reminder. If one day, you pass by the Jing River, you can sprinkle a cup of water and wine into the river. Even in the underworld, I will be grateful for your life-saving grace today."

The Dragon King of Jinghe River became more and more sad as he spoke, with tears of blood flowing from his eyes. Deng Chanyu and Daji looked at each other, both with shock on their faces.

Daji was kindhearted and quickly returned the package to him: "Old sir, treasures belong to the virtuous. Since this item has chosen you, I believe you are a person with good fortune and virtue. Please take it back."

Deng Chanyu almost had the word "awkward" written on her forehead, and now she nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes."

The Dragon King of Jinghe shook his head and chuckled, "In my current state, I no longer need any treasures. This treasure has been passed down through my hands and delivered to you two. It must be heaven's will. Please keep it. Farewell!"

He pushed the four-wheeled cart and slowly drove out the door.

Nuwa of the Wahuang Palace was not only amused and embarrassed, but also a little ashamed. Her disciple had made such a fool of her, so she, as a teacher, was also responsible. She definitely couldn't tell the truth directly; a saint couldn't be wrong. But a little compensation was acceptable.

She lightly tapped her fingers, and two fluorescent rays fell from the sky and landed directly into the body of the Jinghe Dragon King.

The Dragon King of Jinghe River, who was sitting in a four-wheeled cart, was shocked and looked up at the sky in astonishment. Then he turned around and looked at Deng Chanyu and Daji.

What did I do? I just gave the jade disk away, and the heavens actually bestowed merit upon me for this?!
It is so rare that ordinary gods cannot distinguish the details of merits bestowed from heaven. He cannot tell the difference between merits bestowed from Nuwa and merits bestowed from heaven.

Nuwa has so many merits that she has no place to use them. Now that her disciples have benefited from it, it is reasonable for her as a teacher to give some of them as a gift, and the Taoist Ancestor will not say anything.

Nuwa's merits include the merit of heaven when she repaired the sky and the merit of humanity when she created humans. The merit she gave this time was the merit of humanity. The amount was very small, but it allowed the broken leg of the Jinghe Dragon King to heal completely, and he would never bleed again.

So this is God's will?! I get it! The Dragon King of Jinghe River kept turning his head and clasping his fists in gratitude towards Deng Chanyu.

"thank you!"

"Thank you! I understand! I understand everything!"

"Hahahahaha—I see, I see. Thank you! Take care!"

Deng Chanyu, Daji, and Nuwa: "."

Looking at the Jinghe Dragon King who was "grunting" and steering the four-wheeled vehicle away in the sunset, they were all speechless.

Daji simply thought that the old man was a nice person.

Nuwa and Deng Chanyu, master and disciple, didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)