PFC Chapter 313 Yang Jiao and the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming wish everyone a Happy New Year!
Chapter 313 Yang Jiao and the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming wish everyone a Happy New Year!
Until they were led out by the Grand Master Xuandu.
Yang Jiao hadn't even finished chewing the crumbs in her mouth.
He chewed vigorously, as if venting his anger.
Grand Master Xuandu escorted Yang Jiao to the gate of the Tushita Palace, then shoved him from behind, his tone laced with amusement:
"Goodbye, junior sister."
Yang Jiao leaned forward and fell into the clouds with a whoosh.
The remaining dregs of medicine in his mouth almost choked him to death.
After finally swallowing it, it turned itself over, condensed into a cloud, and sent a 'Spirit Official Seal' to the place where the Grand Master Xuandu stood in the sky as a blessing.
……
below.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Before the Ten Deadly Formations, the group stood with their heads down, gazing at the sky. No one set up a formation to break it; only the mortal soldiers occasionally came out to exchange blows.
You raided my city, I'll pursue you to the end.
Among them, the Thousand-Mile Eye and the Wind-Following Ear were the most excited.
Finally, it's not a battlefield between the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect anymore. The opportunity for them to be listed, which they have been waiting for for so long, has arrived!
The two brothers swarmed into battle as soon as they arrived.
As he charged towards the enemy, he ripped off his armor and threw away his weapons, howling excitedly as he charged forward:
"Come on, stab me to death!"
Kill me!
Of course,
When Zhou Jun saw this, he saw that the two of them were like they were possessed, retreating hastily, preferring to run a few more steps to kill others rather than touch them.
Amidst the dense, swarming crowd of people on the battlefield, one could see that wherever the two brothers passed, the crowd would scatter with a roar.
……
Nezha paced back and forth in frustration, glancing at the sky every now and then.
Yang Jian leaned against the city wall, a wisp of hair falling from his forehead, a blade of grass clenched in his mouth, his eyes fixed intently on his master.
If after ten years of living together, you still can't find any ties between them, then you might as well stop using your brain.
Maitreya was counting the days.
Ksitigarbha sighed softly.
Just as a cloud descended from the sky, the Mosquito Taoist sprang to his feet and shouted:
"Yang Jiao! Yang Jiao is back!"
As soon as Yang Jiao landed, she felt that time in the human world was passing too quickly. When she left, it was still autumn with a bleak wind, but now it was already the dead of winter.
Everyone stood up in response.
They rushed over and surrounded her, checking her over to make sure she wasn't missing any limbs, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Master Yu Ding asked with concern:
"Did my Grandmaster Uncle make things difficult for you?"
Speaking of this, Yang Jiao felt wronged and a nameless anger rose up.
Is that something a saint would do?
This kind of forced moral blackmail—either he's some kind of moral saint!
Yang Jiao snorted heavily, saying with deep disgust:
"He wants me to join the Humanist Church!"
The voice just fell.
Everyone's face was filled with astonishment.
Then came shock, confusion, bewilderment, and finally, envy.
Master Yu Ding was mute:
"What are you angry about? I'm asking you what are you angry about?"
Yun Zhongzi was so envious that his heart ached. She was the junior sister who could become the Grand Master Xuandu!
Maitreya's smile suddenly returned to his face.
A disciple of the Supreme Sage! Such an honor! Just look at the attitude of the Three Realms towards Grand Master Xuandu, and you'll know that your life is almost over.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said with great joy:
"What good fortune! The Human Sect only has one disciple, Grand Master Xuandu. Now that you have joined the Taiqing Sect, you will have an endless supply of elixirs and magical treasures."
The more envious they were, the more aggrieved Yang Jiao felt.
He spat out a mouthful of unchewable medicine residue, and said even more angrily:
"But I'm not a disciple, I sold myself into this job to pay off my debts!"
She looked up at the sky and wept bitterly.
Heaven and earth are unjust.
Only Taiyi Zhenren, standing behind the group, suddenly sensed something was wrong and muttered to himself:
"Wasn't Yang Jiao originally chosen by Master Yuanshi Tianzun? How could Uncle-Master intercept her?"
On the other side of the Ten Deadly Formations, Yang Jiao, the Pure Blessed God, finally returned from his "business trip".
Shen Gongbao shouted:
"Are we still going to ask them for help?"
Yang Jiao was surprised to hear the voice.
"It's been three months. I thought you had broken all ten of the Ten Deadly Formations."
Hearing her words, everyone's eyes turned resentful.
What do you think?
Before leaving, Grand Master Xuandu glanced at him lightly, and no one dared to move. Even Shen Gongbao, who was supposed to go and invite someone, stayed for three months without leaving.
And then Su Daji, who had come looking for Yang Jiao, arrived.
Daji delayed for a month, but still couldn't find him, so she returned to Chaoge with regret.
It took more than a month for Yang Jiao to return.
Shen Gongbao turned and left, and Yang Jiao hurriedly followed, turning back to say to the crowd:
"I'll be right back."
The group stopped waiting; after sitting for three months, they were practically infested with lice, so they scattered.
Yang Jiao strode after Shen Gongbao.
The two headed straight for Luofu Cave on Mount Emei.
Here, the snow is thick, and the majestic peaks are covered with a layer of snow. Monkeys from the mountains often jump down to look for food.
Upon seeing Yang Jiao and his companion, the bold monkeys of Mount Emei even tried to stop them.
The black-spotted tiger under Shen Gongbao's crotch roared and screamed wildly before leaping away.
They continued upwards until they arrived at Luofu Cave, where Zhao Gongming practiced his cultivation.
His tall figure appeared before us, his face beaming with joy.
Upon seeing the person, Shen Gongbao raised his hand and shouted:
"Fellow Daoist, please..."
next moment,
Yang Jiao grabbed a handful of snow with her bare hands and stuffed it into her mouth.
He glared at him and said:
"Anyone is fine, but he can't stay."
Having said that, he ran over, bowed, and greeted them with a smile:
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Zhao Gongming laughed loudly.
"Long time no see, how have you been?"
Yang Jiao nodded, and then noticed that not only was Zhao Gongming beaming with joy today, but the two disciples who came out of the cave behind him also had happy expressions on their faces.
Yang Jiao asked in confusion:
"Who are these two?"
Zhao Gongming turned to the side and beckoned the two men over, saying:
"These are my disciples, Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi."
Upon hearing the name, Yang Jiao immediately bowed.
Chen Jiugong, the God of Wealth
Yao Shaosi, the official in charge of the fortune-telling ceremony.
After exchanging greetings, she smiled and asked:
Why is it so festive today?
Even firecrackers were hung in front of the Luofu Cave.
Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and laughed, saying:
"It's the New Year in the human world, let's join in the fun."
Yes, it's Chinese New Year.
It's a new year, a new beginning.
Yang Jiao turned around and poked at the non-existent barrier in the sky, as if gazing into the future through something.
Then he congratulated her:
Happy New Year! May you have good fortune and all your desires come true.
Zhao Gongming, accompanied by two of his disciples, also cupped his hands and addressed one side, saying:
Happy New Year! May you have great fortune and all your wishes come true.