"Master, the three uncles are so kind."

After stepping out of the Fire Cloud Cave, passing through the Dimension Gate, and arriving at the bank of the East China Sea from the residence of the Three Emperors, Nezha said with a face full of joy.

How are the Three Emperors?

Qin Yao laughed dumbly.

Judging from the status of the leader of the human race, the Three Emperors are indeed very good. They work hard and work tirelessly for the sake of the human race.

But this good thing is also their responsibility. They rely on the luck of the human race to become the three emperors of the human race. They enjoy the status and destiny of saints, and they should dedicate themselves to the human race.

Otherwise, just be a king and go home and sell sweet potatoes...

As soon as Nezha met Sanhuangfu, the three emperors gave him many things. What was the reason?

Do they think Nezha is worth cultivating?

Of course not, it’s because I, as a master, have value and have created value for them.

This is not to slander the Three Emperors, but Qin Yao is extremely clear-headed: He is a demon clan, and Nezha is a demon fetus. The reason why he is favored by the Three Emperors is not because the Three Emperors are good people.

However, as long as he has this sobriety, it doesn't matter if Nezha is a little confused. As a child, he will not be liked by his elders if he is too scheming.

In such a confused way, Nezha regarded the three emperors as his real uncles. After getting along for a long time, some friendship would develop.

With the orthodox protection of the Three Emperors, who would dare to call him a little monster in the future?

"The good thing about the Three Emperors is that you have to go to Huoyun Cave to kowtow and say hello during festivals in the future, rain or shine."

"Yes, Master, I have written it down," Nezha said without hesitation.

Qin Yao nodded, pointed to Chentangguan below and said: "Go back and go to Heaven with your father to be granted the title. Based on your performance in the Conferring God Battle, you can become a great priest at least a little.

God’s position is of endless use.”

"Where are you, Master?" Nezha looked stunned and asked hurriedly: "Where are you going?"

Qin Yao breathed out softly and said: "A new calamity is brewing. I need to cultivate the top three flowers before the new calamity explodes and guide the movement of the calamity."

Nezha seemed to understand, but said: "Will so many immortals and gods die in the new tribulation like the Battle of the Gods?"

Qin Yao stretched out his hand and flicked his brain, laughing and scolding: "Why do you have so many questions? Let's go!"

After saying this, he didn't give Nezha time to respond. He turned into Changhong and disappeared in an instant.

Looking at his retreating figure, Nezha said disappointedly: "We are leaving in such a hurry, and I haven't even had time to say that I want to go with you..."

In his opinion, Chentangguan was too boring, but it was more interesting to follow the master.

Shortly after.

A dimensional door appeared at the gate of Wuzhuang Temple. Qin Yao stepped out. After the sparks of the light door dissipated, he called out loudly: "Fellow Taoist Qingfeng~~"

The next moment, a stream of clear air flew out from the courtyard and appeared like a clear breeze in front of Qin Yao.

"Fellow Daoist Shen..."

Qin Yao laughed and asked: "Have you ever asked the great immortal, fellow Taoist? Can you achieve three flowers quickly?"

Qingfeng spread his hands and said: "No, the master is probably in heaven. One day in heaven and one year on earth. If he talks about Tao for eighty-one days, it will be eighty-one years here on earth. So, we still have to wait."

Qin Yao was not disappointed either.

The monk can outrun... no, the immortal can outrun the temple, but the Wuzhuang Temple is standing here. I don't believe that I can't wait for him to come.

"Are you in a hurry, fellow Taoist? If you're not in a hurry, you can come with me to chat." Qingfeng sighed: "It's really boring for me to guard the Taoist temple alone."

"No rush, no rush." ​​Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I'll tell you something interesting about becoming a god."

Half a moment.

Qin Yao was talking to Qingfeng about the unlucky Jiang Ziya, when two light symbols suddenly flashed in front of his eyes:

[The plot of "The Legend of Wukong" is loaded and the world view is integrated. 】

[Warning: Due to too much integration of world views, huge changes have occurred in the general trend of heaven, and the road ahead is unknown.]

Qin Yao paused slightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha."

At this time, Qing Fengle slapped her thigh directly: "This Jiang Ziya is pitiful and funny at the same time. He risked everything for the great cause of becoming a god, but in the end he didn't gain any god status. In the end, he still had to illuminate others. It's miserable, it's so miserable.

"

Qin Yao: "..."

Sure enough, taking pleasure in misfortune is an innate ability of all living beings.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, do you think Jiang Ziya is crying every day now? Or is he gritting his teeth and shouting: Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi, vowing to prove to Kunlun that they underestimated Jiang." Laughed.

That’s all, Qingfeng guessed.

Qin Yao shook his head: "I don't know whether he washed his face with tears, but he wanted to slap Kunlun in the face and prove that Kunlun was wrong. It is more difficult than him killing the Heavenly Palace and taking the Jade Emperor's seat."

Qingfeng sighed: "Yes, the gap between the two sides is too high, so high that it makes people despair. Of course, the reality should also make him despair. As the master of the gods, he has even conferred several titles to the emperor, but he has not even been able to do so.

There is not even a serious spiritual position, and the gap can simply break the Taoist heart."

Qin Yao said quietly: "The worse is yet to come."

Qingfeng was surprised: "It's already so miserable, how could it be so miserable?"

"Dao Zhang Jiang, don't hesitate. With your wisdom, you should have thought that leaving the magic whip with you would be more of a disaster than a blessing for you."

Three hours ago.

Qidu Yingqiu.

Dressed in silver-white fairy armor, with her hair tied up, the pure and beautiful Princess Long Ji was sitting in the Qihou Palace, looking at the expressionless old man in white clothes and white hair in front of her by candlelight, and said softly.

The Marquis of Qi, who was ranked above the Five Marquises and the Nine Uncles, and only below the Emperor Zhou in terms of human power, held a wooden whip tightly in his hand and murmured: "This is the only treasure I have, do you still want to take it away?"

?”

Long Ji couldn't bear it, but after remembering the Queen Mother's confession, he finally hardened his heart: "It's not about taking it away, but it's about truly considering you.

If you don't have this treasure with you, you can enjoy wealth and honor in the world. But if you have this treasure, demons will definitely come one after another to steal or seize the treasure, which will disturb your peace.

After all, those who have to whip the gods can command the gods, which will make countless demons go crazy."

Jiang Ziya said solemnly: "I am a disciple of Yuxu, what kind of monster dares to come and steal the treasure from me?"

Long Ji whispered: "Taoist Master, during the Battle of the Conferred Gods, were there not many disciples of the three religions who died? At that time, you were the one destined by fate. Even if you died, the Kunlun Saint would try his best to revive you.

, But what about now? The Conferment of Gods has ended, does the result still make you unclear about the nature of the Chan Sect?"

Jiang Ziya: "..."

Looking at his dim and unclear expression under the candlelight, Long Ji said again: "If you hand over the magic whip, heaven will ensure that you die in peace and enjoy a lifetime of wealth, and your Qi country will also become the overlord of the world in the future. This sincerity

, isn’t it enough?”

Jiang Ziya said: "I want to live forever!"

Long Ji said: "After you die, you will not fall into reincarnation. What is the difference between this and immortality?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head: "You know what I mean! I want to become a god in the flesh and live forever."

"Alas." Long Ji sighed: "Excuse me for being rude, but you don't have this life."

Jiang Ziya said angrily: "I am the man of destiny!!!"

Long Ji: "But... your destiny moment has passed."

Jiang Ziya: "..."

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you or force you to hand over the magic whip." Long Ji stood up and said, "But next time, it won't be me."

Jiang Ziya sneered: "Let's see who dares to snatch it!"

An hour later.

The White Crane boy under the Antarctic Immortal Seat came to the Qihou Palace, bowed and said: "Greetings, Uncle Master."

Jiang Ziya's mouth twitched: "Are you here to help me become an immortal?"

Baihe boy shook his head: "Master asked me to ask a question."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Ziya said coldly.

He felt that he had nothing to be afraid of, after all, it was Chanmen who was sorry for him first.

"Master asked, when do you plan to return the immortal rope that you borrowed from Uncle Juliu Sun?" said the boy Baihe.

Jiang Ziya's face froze and he was speechless.

Baihe boy looked at the old man in front of him quietly, waiting for his answer.

After a long time.

Jiang Ziya raised the magic whip and said: "Take it away, take it away!!!"

The boy Baihe stepped forward slowly, took the whip with both hands, and then exited the huge palace step by step.
To be continued...