Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 93 Rescue
"How can it be?!"

When Daji heard that Deng Jiugong was dying, her first reaction was disbelief.

She also knew something about the father of this kind of warrior.

They all have simple minds and strong limbs, and Su Hu's body is as strong as a bull.

As the top military general of the time, Deng Jiugong is obviously superior.

Daji heard Deng Chanyu say that she had added three hundred years to her father's lifespan.

The accounts in the underworld are extremely messy. Three hundred years more or less is not a big deal at all. It's just a number. Daji is now a member of the underworld's family. Deng Chanyu has a relationship with her. It's unlikely that the underworld would cross out the added lifespan of the Deng family as soon as their people left.

How could a general with such excellent health, who could live for over 300 years, suddenly become seriously ill and die? Was it someone's fault?

Daji had personal experience and immediately thought of Zhu Tianlin and his fellow disciples.

These guys are all first-rate villains, and the best outcome for them is to have their souls destroyed.

Daji patted Di Ting's head gently. Di Ting thought she wanted to touch his head and showed an expression of enjoyment. Seeing Daji's serious face, he frowned and looked straight ahead.

Listening carefully can not only ward off evil, eliminate disasters, and bring blessings, but also identify all things in the world.

At this time, Di Ting, who looked like a little white dog, lay on the ground, listened carefully for a while, and quickly passed a message to Daji.

"I see, General Deng, there's a hidden story behind this. I have a remedy that can save Uncle Deng. General, you and your men will stay here and wait for Chanyu while I go to Nanjun to rescue him. How do you do that?"

".This? Thank you, Miss."

Most of the herbs are grown in the world of Liang Yi Lantern, but the pharmacy still reserves some herbs to deal with emergencies.

Daji thought for a moment and took out some medicinal herbs for treating the plague that the two of them had figured out, including the bupleurum and astragalus that Shennong gave to Deng Chanyu.

Di Ting is still young and cannot be ridden at the moment.

Daji has her own magic weapon for traveling.

She flipped her palm, and a palm-sized red sedan appeared in her palm.

The sedan chair fell to the ground and instantly turned into its normal size, but its color was blood red, like that of a dead person.
This sedan chair was a gift from Meng Po to Wu Ding, the 22nd Shang Dynasty emperor, for his father, Xiao Yi, the 21st Shang Dynasty emperor. This had never been done before, and Wu Ding, feeling his father was helpless and alone in the underworld, immediately used a grand ceremony to "send" three brides to his father, completing the first ghost marriage between heaven and earth.

Because of this incident, there is some conflict between Lady Pingxin and Nuwa, who is in charge of marriage. Now, using the relationship between Deng Chanyu and Daji, she sends this extremely underworld sedan back to the human world. In the future, whatever happens to this broken sedan will have nothing to do with the underworld.

Daji got into the sedan chair holding Di Ting, raised her white jade hand, and two paper figures, one in front and one behind, lifted the sedan chair. As a red halo emanated from the sedan chair, it instantly rushed into the underworld.

The sedan chair moved in a straight line at an extremely fast speed. If it encountered mountains, rivers, or human cities blocking the way, it would directly borrow the road from the underworld. In less than the time it took to eat a meal, it arrived at Nanjun from Chaoge.

"You thief!" Daji cursed upon seeing the current state of Nanjun. Nanjun was a city as famous as Xiqi. Chaoge was the largest, with a population exceeding one million. Nanjun and Xiqi were second, each with a population exceeding 700,000. Even without skyscrapers, 700,000 was no small number in this era, and the city was filled with ordinary people.

At this time, in Daji's sight, the originally prosperous streets were almost empty. Every household had their doors closed and hung soul-guiding banners. From time to time, soldiers from the Deng family covered their mouths and noses with rags and dragged out dead bodies one after another from the houses.

The corpse was in a miserable state, with red spots all over the skin and blood and flesh fragments under the nails. The deceased's face was distorted, and he must have been in great pain before he died.

Daji's appearance was extraordinary, and no matter how you looked at her, she didn't look like an ordinary person, or even human.
"I am a friend of Miss Deng. May I ask where Uncle Deng is?" She saw a big man who looked like a general, and immediately floated over like a ghost to ask.

Tai Luan, the vanguard of the Deng family who had once duelled with Deng Chanyu, was shocked. How could female ghosts appear in broad daylight?
Daji used some calming spells to help Tailuan regain his ability to think, and then he immediately went to report.

Soon, Daji met Deng Jiugong.

"Daji meets Uncle Deng."

Deng Jiugong was tortured by illness and was on the verge of death. His tall body had no strength at all and he had to be supported by others to move. When he heard that his daughter's friends were coming to rescue them, he forced himself to come out to greet them.

Deng Jiugong was also a little surprised. His daughter's friend was so incredibly beautiful that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was a disaster for the nation and its people. He didn't bother to look closely and said with all his might, "My dear niece, you came so hastily. This illness is probably incurable. You'd better leave quickly."

Daji was very respectful and performed the ceremony of a junior: "Uncle, don't worry, I can cure this disease. Please allocate some people to me, and then clear the training ground. Let the seriously ill elderly and children come first, and then the women and men."

Deng Jiugong nodded groggily and said, "That's exactly what should be done."

Zhou Xin followed his master's orders to come to the south to spread the plague and refine the Coma Sword again.

When the master and his disciple first did this, they were very cautious, fearing that they would be punished by God if they were not careful.

Later, seeing that nothing happened, they became more and more courageous. Now that the great calamity of the Conferred Gods has begun and the calamity energy has entered their bodies, they are doing things without any scruples.

Zhou Xin originally wanted to release the plague in some mountain villages, and accumulate it over time. Later, when he passed by Nanjun, he found that there were a lot of civilians in the city, so he had strange ideas.

There were more than 700,000 people in the city, but he only poisoned 70,000 of them. Facing these insignificant lives, he only took one out of ten. Doesn't this already reflect the kindness of Jiejiao?
Jiejiao pursues "Fifty Great Ways, forty-nine of which are derived from Heaven, and one of which is hidden by man."

He did not kill them all, but left them a way out, which was completely in line with the doctrine.

He did not go to the barren mountains in the south, but directly spread the plague of his master in Nanjun. In less than seven days, all the people in Nanjun fell ill.

Zhou Xin erected a black banner outside the city, and the souls of those who died unjustly were collected by him, carrying with them the great pain and resentment they had suffered in their lifetime. These resentments were important materials for forging the Coma Sword.

The first few days went smoothly, but on the tenth day, he suddenly discovered that the number of souls absorbed by the black flag had decreased sharply, and most of the dead were elderly, and young souls were almost nowhere to be seen.

"How can this be? Who is blocking my way? Aren't they afraid of the power of the ten thousand immortals of the Jiejiao?" Zhou Xin had a green face and fangs, looking like an evil ghost. Seeing that he could not collect any souls, he rushed into the city aggressively.

Following the flow of people to West Market Square, I saw that all men, women, young and old were standing one step apart, waiting for medicine and treatment in an orderly manner.

(End of this chapter)