People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 115: The Saint's Decree is everywhere

The situation is reversed!

Only Haotian knows the mystery.

"We pay our respects to the Lord of Heaven and the Holy Mother of Yaochi."

The disciples of the three religions bowed slightly, looked up, and gazed at Haotian and Yaochi above the Golden Palace.

"No need to be polite, fellow saints and disciples."

Haotian glanced around calmly and saw all kinds of monsters and demons gathered together, just to plot for the fortune of heaven. If they were the Twelve Golden Immortals with profound magical powers, he would naturally accept them with a smile.

But what the hell are the horns of cows, rabbit ears and chicken feet that ordinary celestial beings have when they first transform? Do you really think his heaven is a vegetable market and you pick and choose? Doesn't he have any dignity left?

How to demonstrate the majesty of heaven.

There are even traitors from the Jiejiao and the Western Shaman. Such an action is tantamount to slapping Haotian in the face.

The Nanji Immortal, who had the highest level of cultivation, was the first to speak: "Haotian Lord, I came here this time in compliance with the decree of Yuanshi Tianzun to send three generations of disciples to heaven to be deified, to seek a job, to share the worries of Haotian Lord and to control the sentient beings in the three realms."

The Holy Mother of Yao Chi frowned slightly and looked at the Immortal of the South Pole. With just a Golden Immortal, he had already occupied one of the Four Heavenly Emperors, the Longevity Emperor of the South Pole, second only to Haotian and her.

Are you still not satisfied?

He shamelessly brought the White Crane Boy here, thinking that the Heavenly Palace was Yuxu's back garden and trampled on it at will.

Haotian did not move at all and did not respond, but instead focused his attention on the Western Medicine Buddha.

Medicine Buddha is a direct disciple of Cundi Saint, who made twelve great vows in the hope that he would not go too far.

"The Medicine Master, in compliance with the decree of the Two Saints of the West, dispatched his disciple, the Immortal Chang Er Ding Guang, to the Heavenly Palace to assist the Emperor of Heaven in managing Western affairs."

Lu Yue shook his head.

They are not very capable, but they are very cunning and will take advantage of every opportunity.

Lu Yue also wanted to see Haotian's reaction.

The air was a little quiet and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Lord Haotian had a calm expression and did not make any further comments.

Focus your attention on the disciples of Jiejiao.

"You also have the sage's decree."

"without!"

"Your Highness, we entered the Heavenly Palace because we were encouraged by Junior Brother Lu Yue to be deified, maintain peace in this area, cultivate merits, and obtain the right results." The Turtle Spirit Mother said.

There are ready-made examples.

Learn it.

No problem.

What's more, the Turtle Spirit Mother had a gentle personality and could not say anything that went against her true feelings. After she confessed everything honestly, the Lord Haotian showed a slight smile on his face.

The Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, as a disciple directly taught by the Master Tongtian, has profound magical powers. She is a great master who can kill a corpse. There is nothing wrong with her entering the heaven and being made a righteous god.

It was the mixed quality of the disciples behind him that made him a little troubled.

The White Crane Boy under the Nanji Immortal's seat was a little impatient. He looked around and saw that there were at least a few hundred people. How many gods were there in the Heavenly Court? There were only a few hundred, and the rest were just some grass-roots gods.

How can we just sit there and wait for death?

He took a step forward and said, "Haotian God, Yuanshi Tianzun is in charge of the Conferred God List and the Divine Whip. I, the disciple of the Chan Sect, am the man of destiny. For Haotian's sake, I came here to apply for a job. I hope that the Emperor of Heaven understands the deep meaning of this and does not think otherwise."

Word by word.

They are inseparable from saints.

Every word was a threat, and it made Lord Haotian laugh out of anger.

The White Crane Boy, who is only at the Golden Immortal level, is so arrogant that he even dares to criticize him, the Emperor of Heaven. If the rumor gets out, will he, the Emperor of Heaven, still have any shame?

A tremendous pressure fell directly on the White Crane Boy, suppressing him so that he could not get up. The sound of breaking bones echoed in the Lingxiao Palace.

Ah ~
The White Crane Boy screamed in pain, and the silent Nanji Xianweng, with cold sweat on his broad forehead, stared at the majestic and solemn Haotian for a long time without saying a word!

"In the heavenly court, there are many high-ranking gods, and there must be immortal gods to sort out the cause and effect. However, I don't know what high position is worthy of you disciples of the Chan Sect."

"Nanji Immortal, can you give me an answer?"

The Immortal of the South Pole sweated profusely, holding the Panlong Cane tightly in his hand, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the Lord of Heaven. He thought again and again that he must not bring disgrace to the reputation of the Chan Sect, so he gritted his teeth and said, "White Crane Boy has followed me for many years, and he practices the way of longevity. He has achieved great success and should become the master of the Big Dipper and bring happiness and longevity to the world."

Beidou Xingyao, the master of happiness and longevity, ranks 26th among the gods in heaven, second only to the eight main gods. It is the most honorable god among the seven stars.

Haotian did not show any sign of it, but in his heart he had already cursed the Immortal of the South Pole to pieces.

He was not afraid of his tongue being blown away by the strong wind. He really thought that anyone could come into his heaven. If the heaven was short of staff and no one was interested, he would just accept it with a pinch of his nose.

But since Lu Yue moved into heaven, the situation has reversed.

His heavenly court is also a popular place among the immortals and gods in all the heavens and worlds. It has disciples from the three religions, as well as independent cultivators from all over the heavens. The key is that each of them is quite powerful, and the lowest among them are Qi cultivators at the Daluo realm.

Take the initiative to move into heaven.

Just to seek a hard job, I don't ask for it from the star gods, but guarding a piece of land is fine.

Kneel down!

Just to get a bit of protection from heaven's luck.

Why would he bestow such an important divine position on the White Crane Boy, whose cultivation level is not as good as that of a Daluo Immortal and who is not even a third-generation disciple? Yuanshi Tianzun is really going too far.

"Please help me, Emperor of Heaven."

When the South Pole Immortal opened his mouth, the White Crane Boy, who could not withstand the pressure from the quasi-saint, was crushed into a meat patty. His blood turned into blood mist, and only a white crane spirit escaped.

The voice was shrill.

Drill into the sleeves of the Antarctic Immortal.

Ah~
"I was distracted for a moment. I just wanted to teach Baihe Tong a lesson, but I never expected to break his body." Haotian looked at the Nanji Immortal with a playful smile.

"Let's change someone else."

"I heard that each of the twelve golden immortals under Yuanshi Tianzun has the potential to become a great emperor. If they come to my heaven, I can grant them the position of the eight main gods."

The Immortal of the South Pole was a little furious.

Looking at Haotian.

The Twelve Golden Immortals are the twelve branches that carry Yuxu's luck. How can they ascend to heaven and be deified?

Lord Haotian didn't care, but continued to say quietly: "Lü Yue is at the level of a quasi-saint. He was just the chief god of the plague department: Emperor Haotian of Plague. He was personally conferred the title by Yuanshi Tianzun."

"If you disciples of the Chan Sect want to seize high positions, shouldn't you also use Lu Yue as a model?"

Lu Yue looked at Haotian with approval. No wonder he could sit firmly on the throne of Heavenly Emperor for thousands of years. This kind of character was definitely not ordinary. Even Yuanshi Tianzun would probably not kill Haotian just for a White Crane Boy.

That would be another slap in the face of Hongjun Daozu.

Hongjun's body became one with the Way of Heaven, but he did not disappear.

The respect that is due should still be given.

Nan Ji Xian Weng said angrily: "When Lu Yue moved into the Heavenly Palace, he was only at the Golden Immortal level, the same as the White Crane Boy. Isn't it too arbitrary for the Emperor of Heaven to look down on him like this?"

"You don't take my master Yuanshi Tianzun seriously."

The Immortal of the South Pole had completely torn his face with Haotian, and his voice was full of grief and anger. Haotian was suddenly in a dilemma and had to bow his head and confer the title of Lord of the North Dipper on the White Crane Boy.

He would never agree to it no matter what.

How will he gain a foothold in the prehistoric world in the future, and how will the many powerful people in the prehistoric world view him, Haotian?

If you don't agree, you will fall into a vicious circle of disrespecting the saints.

Just when Haotian was in a dilemma, a dim divine light fell from the sky, and Lu Yue was walking in the void. He was an old man with white hair and wearing coarse linen clothes, holding a long banner in his hand.

Inscribed on it were four large gilded characters: "Fixed Plague Banner."

(End of this chapter)