Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 87 Kong Xuan
Tao and the devil have been entangled with each other for a long time. When Tao grows, the devil also grows.

Deng Chanyu’s problem is that her cultivation speed is too fast.

In less than a year, she had surpassed the path that Jiang Ziya had taken in forty years and almost caught up with the level of Tuxingsun's hundred years of practice.

During the first calamity of the dragon and phoenix, the Phoenix, Dragon and Qilin tribes fought a great war. Because of the influence of demonic energy, the ancient world was devastated by the three tribes. From today's perspective, all the Phoenix, Dragon and Qilin tribes living in the world are guilty, and it is a blessing from heaven that you are still alive.

This original sin also fell on Deng Chanyu when Fenghuang was rapidly improving his cultivation.

She still has the aura of deification on her, so the impact is even greater.

This time, with the help of the jade disk given by the Dragon King of Jinghe River, she gained the blessing of the fortune of the human race in Nanjun, offsetting part of her original sin. When she heard the sound of Fuxi's piano again, she finally saw the evil energy hidden in her body.

This is a serious matter and must be clarified.

She asked, "Teacher, what is a demon?"

The Old Mother of Mount Li thought for a moment and said, "How should I answer this question? From my transformation all the way to becoming a saint, to be honest, I didn't encounter any obstacles. They all say that there are experiences of encountering demons, but I really haven't seen any."

Deng Chanyu: “.”

I see. What you mean is that you are practicing too fast and making rapid progress, so even the devil can't catch up with you.

Such Versailles words really dampened her spirit.

The Old Mother of Mount Li seemed to realize her experience was of little use to Deng Chanyu. Her tone grew heavier as she spoke, "Senior Brother Taiqing has a perspective on demons. He says that what cannot be seen is called Yi; what cannot be heard is called Xi; and what cannot be grasped is called Wei. These three cannot be questioned, so they blend into one. It is neither bright above nor dark below, so dense and indescribable that it returns to nothingness."

Deng Chanyu thought about it seriously. Laozi's words were very insightful and similar to the evil she was feeling now.

The demon wasn't a physical boss, it had no health bar, no magic weapon. The demon was an invisible entity, at least she couldn't see it, she could only vaguely sense a hint of it.

The Lishan Old Mother continued, "That thing is nothing to be afraid of. Everyone has their own path. You are not ordinary, so don't try to imitate those mediocre people. It's normal to cultivate faster. As long as you have a clear conscience, when you encounter obstacles, just slash them with your sword."

"The disciple understands."

After more than a month of travel, the Old Mother of Mount Li passed away and Deng Chanyu returned to Chaoge.

"I'm back!" As soon as she entered the room, she saw her maid Hongxiao and Daji's maid Ping'er arguing in low voices.

"My young lady is still prettier."

"But my lady is more heroic!"

"No, girls should be pretty."

Deng Chanyu didn't dare let them continue arguing, otherwise words like "My lady's brother dares to eat shit" and "My lady's brother dares too" would probably come out.

She ruffled the two little girls' hair and said, "Go quickly and prepare a bathtub for me. The wind and sand outside are too strong."

The next day, she brought Daji and the two little girls to the world inside the Liangyi Lamp, and the four of them planted herbs together!
"Miss, my hands are all blistered." After working for less than an hour, Hong Xiao complained pitifully.

Daji and Ping'er, standing by, had similar expressions. None of them had ever farmed before. Deng Chanyu had watched Shennong plant herbs and thought it was easy, but once she tried, she realized it wasn't the case at all. Shennong was indeed Shennong; his planting skills were likely maxed out. It was undeniable.

Daji said tentatively: "How about we use some Taoist magic?"

The delicate beauty was so tired that she was out of breath and couldn't bear it anymore.

Deng Chanyu pondered for a moment: "Taoism magic? I remember I have a trick called "scattering beans to turn into soldiers". Let me try it!"

The result of trying was that it didn't work. Bean Soldiers simply didn't have the function of farming. A higher level Yellow Turban Warrior might be able to do it, but she didn't know how to create a Yellow Turban Warrior.

"Let me do it!" Daji held the paper in one hand and the scissors in the other, and quickly cut out a paper figure that was 80% similar to Deng Chanyu.

A quarter of an hour later, Deng Chanyu and the other three were enjoying the coolness under the shade of a tree, while more than a dozen paper figurines appeared in the medicinal garden, including those of Su Quanzhong and Deng Xiu. It must be said that the brothers were really good at farming.
"The king sent me to patrol the mountains, but where is this?"

The old bear went out hunting again. There were two unlucky rabbits and a pheasant hanging on a pine stick. Such a small amount of food was definitely not enough to eat. A quarter of an hour ago, when he was chasing a lynx, he mistakenly entered a mountain stream. The old bear was too fat. While running, he suddenly found that he not only lost the lynx, but also got lost.

Just as the old bear was thinking of a solution, a white-haired old man came hobbling over from the corner of the mountain wall, leaning on a wooden stick.

The old man seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, his face was weathered, and traces of long-term labor could be seen on his neck and the backs of his hands.

The appearance of such a skinny old man in this desolate place is something that seems to be a problem no matter how you think about it.

The elderly, women, and children! These three types of people are the hardest to mess with! Old Bear deeply agreed with Master Phoenix's words and, without a second thought, took down a rabbit.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. Old man, I'll give you half. Don't be polite!" he said proudly.

The old man shook his head slightly.

"Then I'll give you another rabbit. Is that okay?"

The old man's eyes became more and more cloudy. The old bear weighed the pros and cons for a moment and felt that it was not worth fighting with an ignorant old monster for such a small prey.

"Okay, okay. I'm afraid of you. I'll give them all to you." He handed over the last pheasant.

The old man looked at his fat face and gave a strange smile.

"Your nature is quite pure. In that case, I will give you a chance to have a relationship with you."

As the five-colored halos of green, yellow, red, black and white flashed by, the old man's shoulders shook and he turned into a middle-aged man with a long beard, elegant looks, a blue and green robe, and a peacock feather stuck in his bun.

"Who are you?" Lao Xiong had seen many masters, including the immortals who had been enlightened for many years, such as the Queen Mother of the West and Guangchengzi, but in terms of momentum, none of them could compare to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man chuckled: "My name is Kong Xuan. Have you heard of my name?"

Old Bear shook his head. This name was extremely unfamiliar to him.

Kong Xuan pointed to the foot of the mountain ahead and said, "There's a Taoist temple over there called Wuzhuang Temple. The temple master, Zhen Yuanzi, owns a ginseng fruit tree. The ginseng fruit blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures after another three thousand years, meaning it takes almost ten thousand years to eat. It's said that just smelling this fruit will grant you three hundred and sixty years of life, and eating one will grant you forty-seven thousand years of life. Zhen Yuanzi is inviting guests to the temple to sample this rare treasure, and you are that destined person."

(End of this chapter)