nucmednet Chapter 323 Five Gods of Wealth Gather, Li Jing Worships Himself
Chapter 323 Five Gods of Wealth Gather, Li Jing Worships Himself
Until Yang Jiao left,
Since Nezha and Yang Jian couldn't go back immediately, they played a game in the thick fog, with Nezha giving Yang Jian a Fire-Tipped Spear and Yang Jian responding with a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.
Taking advantage of the fog.
They took the art of transformation to its extreme.
Nezha's thirty-six transformations were already second nature to him, and Yang Jian was also adept at the transformation techniques he had learned from the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.
No matter how many changes people undergo or how many different techniques they learn, none can rival the boundless wonders of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.
In summary, Yang Jian's cultivation technique consisted of only one manual, yet it contained all the powerful abilities of the entire Jade Void Palace.
Yang Jiao, along with Mosquito Taoist, caught up with Zhao Gongming.
But the Taoist Ran Deng was nowhere to be seen.
She hurriedly descended from the cloud and walked to his side. Before she could speak, Zhao Gongming's solemn face softened slightly.
He gestured with his chin toward her:
"Hush, the lamp has turned into pine needles and hidden in the pine tree."
Yang Jiao never intended to kill the Daoist Ran Deng in one fell swoop. Moving the pieces was fine, but if he offended the Sage, probably no one would be safe.
She came here simply to see the true owner of the magical treasure she had obtained in advance in Wuyishan.
The Falling Treasure Coin – Cao Bao, Xiao Sheng.
These two were originally wandering immortals cultivating in Wuyi Mountain, and they appeared when Zhao Gongming was chasing after the Taoist Ran Deng.
Holding the innate spiritual treasure, the Treasure-Losing Coin, he knocked the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl and the Dragon-Binding Rope from Zhao Gongming's hands, thus helping Randeng to injure Zhao Gongming with the Universe Ruler.
Yang Jiao was also curious: she had already taken the magic weapon, so how did the two of them get on the list?
and……
Yang Jiao then stole a glance at Zhao Gongming.
These two will be begging for food under his command from now on.
The Heavenly Venerable of Treasures, Cao Bao; the Heavenly Venerable of Treasures, Xiao Sheng; the Messenger of Wealth, Chen Jiugong; and the Immortal Official of Profit, Yao Shaosi, all belong to the Department of Wealth under the jurisdiction of the True Lord of the Mysterious Altar, Zhao Gongming.
I remember when I first met Zhao Gongming, I wanted to become his disciple, but he said, "Master has already made a prediction and has destined four disciples." Now Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi are already under Zhao Gongming's command, but Cao Bao and Xiao Sheng... seem a bit rebellious.
They helped the Taoist priest injure his own superior.
hiss,
Yang Jiao did the math and felt a little sorry for the two of them. They would be appointed as gods in the future and then discover that their superiors were the very source of their past immortality.
Just then, two more people appeared hurriedly from behind.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi.
Upon their arrival, they saw Cao Bao and Xiao Sheng playing chess under a pine tree.
I stepped forward and asked:
"Fellow Daoist, did you see two people pass by one after the other?"
Xiao Sheng glanced at them, placed a piece on the board, and then slowly said:
"The Mandate of Heaven has been restored to Zhou. Have you considered the consequences of your actions that defy Heaven?"
Chen Jiugong was taken aback by his sudden retort and asked in surprise:
"I was just asking, but you seem to be in such a hurry. Could it be that the Chan Sect invited you to help them?"
Cao Bao hurled the chess piece from his hand, aiming straight for Chen Jiugong's face, accompanied by a shout:
"We are just wandering immortals, and we only want to bring happiness to all living beings. If we can become immortals, it is because we have the destiny to become immortals."
There is a difference between independent practitioners and disciples within a sect.
If a rogue cultivator cannot cultivate alone on a mountain, possess profound cultivation, and have numerous magical treasures, they are essentially only slightly better than the demon race. There are far too many people who want to embark on the path to immortality.
The four of them immediately intertwined.
Zhao Gongming was constantly on guard, fearing that the lamp in the tree might suddenly appear and kill his disciple; his eyes were like torches.
Only Yang Jiao.
They were dumbfounded.
I really wanted to go up and break up the fight.
I never imagined that I would see all five Gods of Wealth gathered together for the first time at such a time.
All she wanted to do was shout:
"The God of Wealth is beating up the God of Wealth!"
It's so difficult; I don't know who to cheer for right now.
Everyone wants to protect them.
At this moment!
Suddenly, the Taoist Ran Deng, who was perched on the pine tree, struck Chen Jiugong with a palm strike. Yang Jiao felt a gust of wind pass by her, and when she looked again, Zhao Gongming was gone.
He leaped forward, pulled Chen Jiugong aside, and then delivered a slap back to Randeng.
Two battles have begun.
Yang Jiao had no interest in watching how Daoist Ran Deng and Zhao Gongming fought. She stood aside, cupping her face in her hands, watching the Four Gods of Wealth give her a punch and kick her.
It can also be broadcast live:
"Wow, the Heavenly Venerable Nazhen's moves are swift and powerful, delivering a punch right to the Wealth Messenger's face."
Not to be outdone, the Wealth-Bringing Messenger moved and kicked the Treasure-Bringing Celestial Venerable again.
Yang Jiao was even more anxious than them. They were all money gods, and she wished she could rush up and stuff them into her sleeves to be worshipped.
As Mosquito Taoist watched Yang Jiao's constantly changing expressions, he picked up a stick and poked at the ground.
It was as if it had been stabbed at the four people who had fought earlier.
Click.
The wooden stick shattered into four pieces in the hands of the Mosquito Taoist.
From where the old, decaying branch broke off, several pieces of wood chips and powder sprang out.
The four people who were fighting and grappling each took a hit from the other and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
Yang Jiao watched with a lingering gaze as the God of Wealth vomited blood, collapsed to the ground, and his soul floated out.
At this moment, their eyes shone even brighter!
The soul-summoning banner is usually swayed gently when summoning the soul.
Today, Yang Jiao directly raised the soul banner and waved it, as if it were a welcoming ceremony:
"Gods of Wealth, come in!"
With a soft rustling sound, four souls entered the soul-guiding banner.
【Ding. 】
[Congratulations, host, for summoning the souls of Cao Bao, Xiao Sheng, Chen Jiugong, and Yao Shaosi. Reward: 4 card-drawing tokens.]
"Come on, Mosquito, let's hurry to the Conferred God Platform."
Yang Jiao happily took Mosquito Taoist's hand and flew extremely fast towards the Conferred God Platform.
Once inside, all around were towering pillars, upon which many souls were already present. Yang Jiao placed the soul-guiding banner on the platform.
With eyes lowered, he murmured:
"Luring souls."
Immediately, all the souls in the soul-guiding banner filed out.
Fearing that they might fight after they died, Yang Jiao divided the pillars according to the two camps.
At this moment, the souls of Cao Bao and his brother, along with Chen Jiugong's, separated and prepared to climb onto the pillar, but Yang Jiao reached out to stop them:
"Wait, the four pillars are here."
Upon seeing so many people arrive again, Zhang Guifang's spirit thought that her pillar was about to be crowded again, and hurriedly said:
"Little immortal, this pillar of mine already houses eight souls, there's no room left."
Yang Jiao never intended to share an apartment with the God of Wealth.
She led the four souls to the pillar that happened to be opposite Zhang Guifang's soul, and pointed at it, saying:
"The four of you will stay here."
They looked up to see.
The other pillars were all bare, but the pillar in front of them not only had stone carvings of dragons and phoenixes, but also used stone carvings to divide the space into large personal areas.
It also depicts many rooms, each fully furnished.
Zhang Guifang was the first to shout:
"Little Immortal, I also want to apply for a private room!"
Yang Jiao turned a deaf ear, still thinking about how Zhang Guifang, who would later be dubbed a 'jinx,' had originally intended to use her as a sacrifice.
However, he also gave instructions to the five lesser demons standing behind him:
“Let’s draw our resting places on these pillars as well.”
Even if someone is a jinx, you can't afford to offend them. If you encounter someone you don't like in the future, you can still use this current relationship to ask them to visit you more often.
After all, he had earned a token for himself.
Adding to the six card-drawing tokens obtained from breaking through the three formations simultaneously, Yang Jiao now has ten tokens.
However, she wasn't in a hurry to draw cards; she was saving them up.
After all, there are still ten fragments of the Grand Master Xuandu that haven't been exchanged yet.
The only disciple of the People's Education Bureau, I don't know what kind of cultivation methods he has.
There is no record of this in any famous works or documents!
When describing the Grand Master Xuandu, people always praise his talent and strength, but there are never any detailed written records of what he could do.
She's determined to open this huge blind box on the day Li Jing dies.
Share in the joy.
……
Qishan Zhouying.
Li Jing had been imprisoned for a long time, and he had become so thin that he was unrecognizable. Even in this state, his eyes still shone with a sharp light.
Trembling, she urged him on, directing her two sons to carefully set up the offering table.
The scarecrow, with the name and incantation personally written on it by Lu Ya Dao Ren, was held in his hand. He held it carefully, as if it were a hope for a turnaround.
"Be careful with the lamps, don't let them go out." After saying that, he scolded again, "Muzha, make sure the incense burns properly, and remember to replace it before it burns out."
He pinned all his hopes on cursing Zhao Gongming.
If he can achieve this feat, he will regain his former glory. He will no longer be a prisoner, but the general who holds great power.
Once the altar was set up, he carefully placed the scarecrow in the center, with a lamp on top and another at the bottom.
Li Jing stepped forward with great importance and led Jinzha and Muzha to kneel in devout worship.
He kowtowed.
Li Jing swayed slightly.
Jinzha immediately reached out to support him, saying with concern:
"Father, if you can't handle it, just watch. Muzha and I can also do it."
"Nonsense!" Li Jing turned around and scolded Jinzha, who was kneeling to his left and behind him, and instructed him, "You are still young, and there can be no mistakes in this matter. It is safer for your father to lead you in kneeling and bowing."
Jinzha knelt back down in his original spot, muttering to himself:
"If Father falls ill and ruins the curse, wouldn't all my good deeds be for naught..."
But he still couldn't resist Li Jing and could only keep a close watch on him.
Two kowtows.
Li Jing struggled to sit up, his face deathly pale when he looked up.
Even Muzha began to worry that his merits might be lost as a result.
The two brothers were terrified.
Three kowtows.
After kowtowing, Li Jing remained unable to rise for a long time.
He felt a burning sensation all over his body, and an indescribable, strange feeling filled his entire being.
But for now, he only sees it as a response to the success of the ceremony.
Despite his body trembling violently, he managed to get up with his hands, and in order not to lose his fatherly dignity in front of his son, he pretended to be completely unaffected.
Li Jing gathered his strength, stood up, and sat down to the side.
Just as they turned around, they saw Jinzha and Muzha's expressions suddenly change drastically, and they shouted:
"Dad! Why are you bleeding?"
"Is there?"
Li Jing casually reached up and touched the area below his nose, his fingers trembling, but his tone remained calm:
"It's alright. It must be that the fire in that exquisite pagoda is too strong, and I'm just a bit overheated."