People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 62: Lu Yue gets the treasure, Wu Gang wins

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Zhen Yuanzi laughed loudly, sitting upright on the cloud bed, watching the two ancestors Minghe and Kunpeng who were about to sneak away, and said with a smile: "Two ancestors, do you want to regret it?"

"If you lose your composure in front of a saint, the many immortals present will probably laugh at you. From now on, you will disappear from the wilderness and linger in the blood sea and the North Sea."

The face of the old man Minghe turned pale, and he cursed in his heart: "A disciple of the Chan Sect, bah!"

"Zhen Yuanzi, how could we go back on our word?"

"Give!"

Then he reluctantly threw the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus at Zhen Yuanzi's feet. Ancestor Kunpeng had no choice but to do as he was told. They were quasi-saints, and the best among them.

In the long years.

It would be a disgrace to be ridiculed because of an innate spiritual treasure.

Zhen Yuanzi was in a good mood. He took the Yin-Yang Beads and the Karma Fire Red Lotus and placed them outside. They were definitely magical treasures that people would fight for at all costs.

"My dear friend Lu Yue, you helped me to vent my anger today and let me win the Fire Lotus and Yin Yang Bead. Naturally, I cannot leave it unappreciated. I will give you the Yin Yang Bead and wait for you to chop off your body. I will welcome you to Wuzhuang Temple."

"Thank you, Immortal Zhen Yuanzi."

Lu Yue did not refuse. If he said he was not tempted, that would be hypocrisy. How powerful was Zhen Yuanzi? When he was roaming the ancient world, Lu Yue was not yet born. With his status.

If he still postpones, it may mean that he looks down on the immortal Zhen Yuanzi.

Then, Lu Yue directly accepted the Yin-Yang Pearl.

In addition, the immortal Zhen Yuanzi holds the Book of the Earth and the Ginseng Fruit in his hands. He is one of only three great powers in the ancient times who can grant people immortality. How precious they are. With such a great power, he can naturally do things according to his own preferences.

Lu Yue immediately bowed to the Immortal Zhen Yuanzi.

"Lü Yue, you are very good and have brought fame to our Jiejiao." Taoist Duobao stared at Lü Yue with envy. The biggest winner of this Peach Banquet was Lü Yue, and he felt a little jealous.

One Nine Revolutions Golden Pill is equivalent to tens of thousands of years of hard training.

In fact, it's not just Duobao. Many disciples of Jiejiao and many immortals are like this, wishing they could take his place.

At the same time, he was also surprised that Lu Yue had a protective master as his backer. There were hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Jiejiao, but less than dozens of them could catch the eyes of Tongtian Sect Master.

Lu Yue was able to gain the favor of Master Tongtian.

This was something they had never expected, and at the same time they felt deeply regretful that they could not join Jiejiao. If they were disciples of Jiejiao, could they have been like Lu Yue?

Not to mention the sour lemons of many immortals.

After the commotion caused by the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects, the atmosphere in the Yao Chi Holy Land became a little cold, but it did not have much impact. Yuanshi Tianzun left with many disciples of the Chan sect.

Among the remaining people, most were disciples of Jiejiao and Western Sect. The remaining many independent cultivators had no inferior cultivation level and had little connection with the three religions, so naturally they did not take it to heart.

The party continues.

Next, Taibai Jinxing, as the most trusted minister of Lord Haotian, also created an environment for the immortals to offer gifts, which is quite intriguing.

However, the many immortals were not ignorant fools. They followed suit. The peaches were not eaten for free. Moreover, everyone's worth was quite high. Some immortals who had nothing, nothing, and nothing at all were not favored by the Lord Haotian.

Therefore, many immortals also presented their gifts, but most of them were moved into the treasure house of heaven by the golden-armored warriors. Lu Yue naturally also prepared some small gifts.

It means using your leisure time to refine elixirs.

Then he asked Yang Jian to present it.

Then he continued to watch the fairy Chang'e dancing in the middle of the sacred land of Yao Chi.

A dance that captivates the city.

The fairies also began to have worldly thoughts. As the saying goes: I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the fairies. Looking at the graceful figure and cold face of the fairy Chang'e, she was like the white moonlight in heaven.

Obsessed!

Lu Yue glanced around coldly. He and Chang'e were old acquaintances. Both were creatures from the human tribe. Everyone knew that Chang'e admired immortality and stole the elixir of immortality made by Houyi.

Little did she know that she was just a poor creature deceived by the gods, and that she and Houyi were a loving couple in the human world, but in the end they were separated forever.

It is useless to have cultivation but lack the corresponding realm.

Living in the cold Guanghan Palace all year round, with only the Jade Rabbit as company and no one to talk to, Chang'e can see how helpless she is.

In his impression, Chang'e is a little girl who loves to laugh.

There is only a trace of sadness in his eyes now, and there is no trace of the look he had in the past.

Time is like a comb.

Beauty is never defeated.

When Chang'e finished her fairy dance, she attracted praises from many fairies, and the room was full of brilliance.

The cold Chang'e walked up to Lu Yue and bowed: "Chang'e, I pay my respects to the sage Lu Yue."

"sit down!"

"Her skin is pure and innocent, and she stands in the Yaochi Lake at dawn. She is tall and graceful with a green veil, and her fair face is full of white makeup. The waves of Taiye Lake are rolling, and the colorful dance of Zheng Pavilion has ended, and the soul is flowing. She is still as fragrant and pale as before, but the flowers are no longer the same, and the people are haggard. I want to call the Lingbo fairy. I sail a small boat across the vast waves. I am only worried when I look back, the ice curtain is half-closed, and the bright pendants are falling. The moon is sad and blurred, and the dew is scattered. Who will lean on the small balcony? We share the fragrance, and there are still two snowy egrets living together, startled in the cold night."

Chang'e's eyes were filled with tears and she shook her head bitterly.

Looking at the many immortals present, they only saw her beauty, but only one person knew the pain in her heart.

"Thank you for your praise, sage Lü Yue." Chang'e drank a cup of immortal wine and smiled bitterly: "Sage Lü Yue, have you found my husband Hou Yi?"

Hearing this, Lu Yue gave a bitter smile and said, "Hou Yi is hard to find, but Wu Gang is the winner."

Houyi had already vanished into thin air when he shot down the sun. His remaining soul entered the cycle of reincarnation and transformed into Wu Gang, guarding Chang'e. Meeting each other without knowing each other is the greatest pain in this world.

He didn't know how to explain it to Chang'e.

Wu Gang is Hou Yi, but Hou Yi is not necessarily Wu Gang.

"Can't find it?"

Fairy Chang'e smiled at herself and looked at the starry sky, and saw the brightest and coldest star.

"Guanghan Palace is too cold!"

Then he drank a full cup of Yaochi fairy wine, tidied up his colorful fairy clothes, and left sadly.

Lu Yue wanted to say something but stopped.

In the end, he chose to watch her leave coldly.

It's not bad to leave her with an illusory dream. What if she really knows the truth?

After all, Wu Gang is no longer Houyi. The obsession of his remaining soul is to guard Chang'e, like a cold machine without any emotion.

We've been together for a long time.

Maybe you will even feel a little bit of despair.

It is better to leave a little beautiful regret so that she doesn't have to be sad about it.

The Yao Chi Banquet had unknowingly come to an end, and many immortals had already left. When Lu Yue was about to say goodbye, he suddenly chanted a Buddhist name to keep the immortals.

Lu Yue frowned.

One voice: Amitabha.

I don’t know how many great people in the East he has converted.

Saint Zhunti said, "Lord Haotian, today is the Yaochi Festival, I don't want to disturb you all, but I can't help but speak out, I hope Lord Haotian can help me solve my doubts."

(End of this chapter)