Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 840 Hongjun’s Method

Tongtian Patriarch's face was as gloomy as water. After a full quarter of an hour, he finally said word by word: "The Qiu Shou Immortal has always admired the teachings of your religion. The Jiejiao Temple is small, so I think the Qiu Shou Immortal can convert to Buddhism."

Jie Yin looked at him, a little speechless.

I want Duobao Taoist, and you give me a lion that you're tired of playing with? If you have the guts, give me an elephant!

Zhunti was shameless. He was already sick and pale. Regardless of his own saintly dignity, he knelt on the ground and begged bitterly: "Teacher, please have mercy on us brothers and sisters who have practiced hard for countless eons. We have never done anything evil and dare not provoke trouble. The other day, the demon Buddha was rampant. We brothers and sisters fought desperately to seal it, but our own path to the Tao was almost cut off. Now we have to deal with all the miscellaneous affairs of the great sect. We brothers and sisters are really unable to cope!"

A saint like him would cry at will.

Zhunti actually looks good, but no matter how good-looking a person is, he or she will not look good when crying bitterly.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa had known this fellow for countless eons and were well aware of his character, but they were still deeply shocked by his shamelessness. When Haotian came to Zixiao Palace in the past, he also begged on his knees, but he was far from crying. This was too humiliating. Haotian, a boy and a quasi-saint, couldn't afford to lose face like this, and you are now a saint.
Yuanshi Tianzun had a look of disdain on his face, and the contempt in his eyes could hardly be hidden. He said to Tongtian Jiaozhu half-publicly and half-privately: "Third brother, you have many disciples there, so give them a few more."

Taiqing also chimed in: "Yes, Third Brother, Buddhism suppressing the Demon Buddha is indeed beneficial to all living beings in the prehistoric world. Can you send some more disciples?"

Tongtian Patriarch looked at them angrily and said, "You are talking without any concern for your waist!"

At this time, the newly-minted Daoist sect was still only talking about the Three Pure Ones. Why didn't they formally establish a Daoist sect? Was it because there were too many disciples of the Jiejiao sect, and they were all pulled into the Daoist sect? Then there would be no place for Taiqing and Yuanshi.

Some folk temples dedicated to the Three Pure Ones have placed the statue of Tongtian Jiaozhu in the center for worship, and Taiqing and Yuanshi on the left and right sides. This is really intolerable.

Zhunti's crying was very loud and rhythmic. The entire Zixiao Palace was filled with his crying. Those who didn't know would think that he had suffered a great injustice.

Tongtian Patriarch wished he could stab him to death with a single blow of his sword. How could such a fellow be worthy of being listed alongside himself as a saint of the ancient times?

The best thing to do at this time was for him to cry too, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Tongtian Patriarch gritted his teeth.

"Okay, I'll give you some more disciples: Golden Light Holy Mother, Sun Liang, Bai Li, and Zhang Shao. Let them all convert to Buddhism."

He named a total of one thousand disciples of the Jie Religion. The four including the Golden Light Holy Mother and Sun Liang were the former Ten Heavenly Kings. After all, they had been together for thousands of years. After Yuan Jiao and Yao Bin joined the Western Religion, they gradually changed their minds and had the idea of ​​being friendly with the West. At this time, Tongtian did not hesitate and said, "I will not keep any disciples who are inclined towards the West. I will give them all to you."

Jie Yin folded his hands and bowed, "Thank you, Saint Shangqing, for your consideration. As for the disciples of Jiejiao coming to Buddhism, my junior brother and I will certainly not neglect them. We will teach the sutras and treat them as if they were your direct disciples. However, I still ask for your forgiveness, Saint Shangqing. Our Buddhism still needs a senior disciple to take charge of the affairs of the sect. I think."

Before he could finish his words, Tongtian Patriarch drew his Zhuxian Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Jie Yin: "Don't try to win with your words. If you beat me, you can have anyone you want. If you lose, I will cut off your tongue!"

He was really furious, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Nuwa subconsciously made a tactical backward movement, and then realized that this was the Zixiao Palace, not her own Wahuang Palace. She was filled with regret and sat up straight again.

Jie Yin and Zhunti exchanged a glance. What should they do? Tong Tian Jiaozhu's patience had already been reached. He would surely refuse to give it to them even if they pressed him further. But what did Buddhism need from a thousand rotten fish and shrimp? It was already in chaos, and with these thousand Jie Jiao disciples joining, it would only get worse. Quit while they were ahead? Then there would be no excuse next time.

Continue to beg? Tongtian is obviously going to take action.

The Jiejiao sect is doing just fine now. Tongtian's heart of Taoism has not been broken. He is the most capable saint under Hongjun. In terms of pure state of mind, Jieyin believes that he is a step above Tongtian. However, state of mind is not always equal to combat ability. He is not afraid of talking, but he is really not good at fighting.
Yuanshi Tianzun was extremely low-key, hoping that Hongjun would not pay attention to him and let Tongtian Jiaozhu attract two more waves of hatred.

Saint Taiqing also remained silent, as if he didn't see the tense situation on the field.

Jie Yin put his hands together and saluted: "Shangqing Saint."

Tongtian Sect Master swung his sword angrily: "Take this sword from me first, then we can talk about other things!"

His sword light had no lightning flash, no colorful luster, and even the demonic energy of the Zhuxian Sword itself was suppressed. It seemed a bit ordinary, but none of the saints dared to underestimate this sword, because this sword carried the domineering power of exterminating everything. The moment the sword was swung, even the rich spiritual energy in the Zixiao Palace was completely annihilated.

Zhunti wanted to take the sword for his senior brother, but Jieyin pulled him behind him.

The Buddha lowered his head and looked submissive, chanting the Buddha's name, and his whole body was shining with endless dazzling golden light. He found that he could not avoid the sword at all, and in desperation, he could only choose to use his six-foot-tall golden body to withstand it.

"Ugh."

A sigh sounded naturally, and without Hongjun making any movement, Tongtian Sect Master's shocking sword completely disappeared, and Jie Yin's six-foot-tall golden body also suddenly shattered. The two saints' expressions changed slightly, and under Hongjun's gaze, they sat back on the cushions.

When they sat down again and Hongjun's gaze shifted away, they felt an extremely intense fear in their hearts.

Is the gap really that big?
Hongjun flipped his hand, and a rockery-shaped cliff flew towards him from far away. The cliff shrank rapidly and eventually became the size of a tennis ball.

Several saints know this thing; it is the Treasure-Dividing Rock.

Hongjun said, "Master has also collected a great treasure. Whoever possesses the Dividing Treasure Rock can find the door to that other world. Among your disciples, those who are willing to go to Buddhism to take charge of daily affairs can take charge of the Dividing Treasure Rock."

Hongjun gently pushed his palm upwards, and Fenbao Rock left Zixiao Palace and automatically fell into the prehistoric world.

"Let's all go back."

This was not a discussion, but an order. Hongjun's figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared. The saints immediately bowed and took their leave in the direction of the main seat.

After walking out of Zixiao Palace, Zhunti gave Jie Yin a wink.

Supreme treasure? What could be called a supreme treasure by the Dao Ancestor? Could it be...
If that's the thing, there's no need to give it away to the Three Pure Ones disciples. Wouldn't it be better to keep it for your own disciples? Let's make things clear. Even if Maitreya and the others vomit blood or die of exhaustion, they're willing to take over the daily teaching affairs. The worst that can happen is they won't practice anymore! What a big deal!

(End of this chapter)