Deng Chanyu, Fenghuang, and the moonlight all have their own little treasure chests, there is mutual communication between them, but there is no sharing.
Deng Chanyu basically lived off the crumbs from Heaven, his own savings were consumed almost entirely in one project after another, so he was definitely richer than ordinary immortals. However, he was far from as wealthy as Fenghuang and the moonlight.
War is the most lucrative business. Fenghuang, over the years, has fought east and west, undefeated. She consumes little in her daily life, and Long Ji herself is a small rich woman. The wealth accumulated by Fenghuang's side is extremely astonishing.
After ten years of construction, thePurple Star has completely shed its appearance from when it was occupied by demons.
An array of palace clusters are distributed across this star field, beautiful buildings are everywhere. The 365 officials under the Purple Star Emperor each perform their respective duties, every crystal-clear starlight emanating from here is a message of authority sent down to the lower world.
The Chixiao Palace is the center of all the palaces.
At this moment, Old Zhu volunteered to serve as the receptionist outside the palace gate. As the Marshal of Tien Pong, he had the qualification for such a role.
Three years ago, a panoramic rosy glow appeared in the sky above the Baiyang Mountain Eight Scenic Palaces. It seemed like Xuan Dushu, the Great Magician, had reached a crucial moment in his cultivation. As a relatively friendly auditor on Old Zhu's side, he received treatment that improved with time. He used to be a bit of an overshadowed Marshal of Tien Pong, with little reputation and too much difference in status compared to other Marshals like Deng Xin Zhang Tao and Pang Liu Gao Bi who were mainly gatekeepers. Now it's more appropriate.
Seeing the Star Lord Taibai coming by cloud, he immediately went up to meet him and greeted him with a smile: "Old star lord, I apologize for the inadequate reception. Please forgive me. Old star lord, please come in quickly!"
Taibai Star Lord is someone who knows how to count, knowing that Deng Chanyu, Taiyang LaoJin, and Heaven are particularly busy on the side of Baiyu mountain, he definitely wouldn't go there to create a scene, which can be considered fortunate to avoid troubles.
As a veteran immortal, he still has some wealth, and as the Western Review Inspector, he has some extra income. The incense offered as his salary is not that important.
With those old arms and legs, you shouldn't bother with the trouble at Buzhou Mountain.
Taibai Star Lord happily chatted with Lao Zhu for a few sentences, said a few words of good luck, and then walked into the Chixiao Palace.
Soon, another immortal arrived from afar.
Lao Zhu took a careful look and asked, "Who is this?" It looked somewhat familiar. As he got closer, he suddenly realized it was the Hermit Immortal in bare feet! Wow, he has lost so much weight!
The walking stick he had been holding in his hand was nowhere to be found, and the brilliantly colored robe that had once flowed around him had been exchanged for a single garment. Before, the Hermit Immortal would always smile at everyone he saw. Now he did so too, but it was a bitter smile.
"Did I come late?" He asked Lao Zhu in a particularly polite manner.
"Not at all, not at all, Immortal, please come in!"
"Thank you, thank you."
The Hermit Immortal knocked on his old back in a corner where no one was looking. He had been smashing stones every day, and his back was getting sore.
The stones of Buzhou Mountain seem to have some mystical qualities, as their hardness increases with his growing strength. Half a year ago, he was at one level, and after half a year of training, it seems he is still at that level. To earn more incense offerings to support his large family of immortals, he has really given it his all.
Deng Chanyu said that all those participating in the Dragonphoenix succession ceremony will be given a seven-day holiday, which will be calculated according to their normal work schedule.
Most immortals are willing to take this seven-day leave. The quality of the banquet is of little importance. At least they can have a good rest.
The Hermit Immortal walked in, looking exhausted, and soon after, the Qiumulang from the Twenty-Eight Constellations arrived at Ziwuxing by cloud.
The leadership on the twenty-eight constellations is quite numerous. The four emperors, the five elders, and a series of high-ranking officials of heaven, such as Doumu Yuanjun, are all their leaders. Moreover, if we expand our range, the four spiritual beings of heaven are also their leaders. The Northern Seven Stars belong to Wu Xing, the Southern Seven Stars belong to Zhu E, the Eastern Seven Stars belong to Qing Long, and the Western Seven Stars belong to Bai Hu.
Who to follow depends on the specific situation.
Fenghuang, as one of the leaders of Ziwuxing, was also one of their leaders. After the demons were driven out of Ziwuxing, several Star Lords returned to the Heavenly Court.
Among the Twenty-Eight Constellations, there are former disciples of the Jinshao School, some are demons, some are dragons, and there are also Gods like Jingwei. They can only be said to belong to the same department. They cannot be considered as brothers.
Gui Mu Lang comes from the demon race, and he has a big family to support. The court often takes away his earnings, which is unbearable. Fortunately, he still has a strong physique, and he is voluntarily working at Buzhou Mountain.
"Is that the Barefoot Immortal?" Gui Mulang pointed at the figure entering the Chixiao Palace and asked Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu nodded eagerly: "Indeed, indeed. The Immortal has become somewhat leaner, and I didn't recognize him at first glance."
Gui Mulang smiled: "I've been working with this Immortal for the past two months. To say, even in clothes, I almost didn't recognize him. Alright, brother, you're busy. I'll go in first!"
"Good!"
In the past few years of Honghuan, whenever there was a large-scale banquet, there would inevitably be some trouble, some of which were big and some were small.
The last time was at the Ba Jing Palace where dozens of immortals died. The immortals of Honghuan have lost their enthusiasm for banquets, especially grand ones, as they might risk their lives, even if it's a small chance. Immortals are reluctant to die and don't want to get involved in such messy situations.
Fenghuang knows the thoughts of the other immortals and is concerned that her celebration might be chaotic. Therefore, she has deliberately reduced the scale, inviting only some powerful immortals from the Heavenly Court.
The internal meeting, no clarification, or Jiutao was invited. Buddhism was definitely not coming.
She believed that this should be problem-free.
Deng Chanyu entrusted the work of Buzhou Mountain to Zhao Daozi, and explained all the necessary precautions. With the assistance of Contemporary Foolish Sage, she believed that no major issues would arise.
She was going to leave for seven days, but it wasn't for rest, but to take care of some important matters.
Her current power is deeper than that of a normal Zheng Er Shen (Cutting the Two Corpses) Immortal, and she has gone much further on the path of cultivation than they have. According to the standards of the Taoist sect, both Fenghuang and Moonlight can be easily cut out.
She bought a ticket after getting on the bus, while others bought tickets first and then got on the bus.
The former requires mastering the timing, "the bus" arrived at the station, you have to rush up, if you miss it or are pushed down, I'm sorry, wait for the next bus.
The latter isn't as urgent. She is already on the bus, so she can buy a ticket whenever she wants. Even if she doesn't buy a ticket, theoretically speaking, the bus can still take her to the station.
Deng Chanyu was afraid to play such a dirty move. She decided to follow the standards of the Taoist sect and follow the steps of Hong Zhen as she performed her Zheng Er Shen.
The only problem is that Fenghuang's causes and effects must be completely cut off
Stepping around the slumbering Yuan Feng's four sons Xue Feng, Deng Chanyu quietly arrived at the depths of the Immortal Fire Mountain.
"Hey, what's different about the smell on your body?" The beautiful woman in the form of Yuan Feng appeared out of nowhere, crawling onto her shoulder and sniffing her for a while before wrinkling her nose. "I can't quite tell what the difference is."
