Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1585 We are in the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin
Bai He received a look from Nanji Xianweng and, acting as a standard messenger, quickly said, "The headmaster has never fished before."

Deng Chanyu didn't think it was a big deal. Yuanshi Tianzun had never fished before? Then we could cultivate his hobby. Fishing is much more interesting than playing chess.

She asked Jiang Ziya with some hope: "Does my nephew have the confidence to defeat our master again with his fishing skills?"

Again? Jiang Ziya's questions didn't decrease, but increased.

He made a bitter face and waved his hands repeatedly, "If needed, I will go through fire and water without hesitation. Even if it means death, I won't complain. However, fishing is very dependent on luck, so I dare not speculate on the outcome."

He didn't know the reason behind this, but the Conferred God Battle made him deeply understand a truth: you should take on tasks that are within your ability, and never try to take on tasks that you cannot handle. This matter was obviously a big deal, and he couldn't handle it with his current strength.

Not sure? Deng Chanyu also felt that relying on fishing to solve this level of crisis was too childish.

She flicked her finger lightly at the air, and soon, Manjushri Bodhisattva, who had gone crazy in the town before, came running over. The face and sleeves of this great Bodhisattva were covered with dust, and he didn't even bother to wipe it off. He rushed over barefoot.

His eyes were clear, without any trace of his previous madness. He clasped his hands together in greeting, then asked Deng Chanyu, "Uncle Master, how much time do we have this time?"

Deng Chanyu glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun, who was still smiling and seemed to be offline. "According to prehistoric time, Brother Yuanshi Dao beat me by two points. It seems he is quite happy. The desire for victory offsets all other desires. This state of joy can last for four hours."

Wenshu asked, "Could the next round be extended to six hours?"

Deng Chanyu looked embarrassed. "Master will see through me losing on purpose. He won't be happy about the huge gap in our abilities. It's hard to find the right balance."

"This method is promising after all! Uncle Master, you have worked hard, go and have a rest, I will review the game." Manjusri was overjoyed, lying on the chessboard, and all the Buddha's light on his head turned into the light of wisdom. Following the traces, he reviewed the game and thought about how to crack it.

The Immortal of the South Pole and the White Crane Boy were also offering advice. The three of them only had the chess game in their eyes and nothing else.

Deng Chanyu waved to Jiang Ziya. As they walked a little further away, she said, "Playing chess with our Master has exhausted me. I need time to recover my magical powers, and I'll also need Junior Brother Jiang's wisdom. I know you have doubts, but to make it short, the black-robed man you met outside the town was also our Master, but he was an incarnation influenced by desire."

For Deng Chanyu, there were not many secrets in this matter, and she found out the truth without much effort.

At this time, he said succinctly, "In the past, our venerable master used the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin to suppress the Devil of Desire. The Devil now appears to have been completely dissolved, but his desire still remains. Nephew, do you know the origins of the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin?"

"I am a dull-witted disciple, and I really do not know."

"The Heaven-Suppressing Coffin, the Falling Saint Pill, and the Six Soul Banner were all forged from the resentful thoughts and corpses of the three thousand demon gods slain by the great god Pangu. When the Demon God of Desire fell, his desires fell into the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin. I don't know what triggered this, but the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin mutated and swallowed up the world that our master had painstakingly opened up, ultimately forming the independent space before us. Strictly speaking, we are now inside the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin."

Deng Chanyu lowered her voice and said, "This place is entrenched with the remnants of the remnants of many demon gods. They are the masters, and the area where we can move is only this small town. Remember this, remember this."

Jiang Ziya listened in a daze, as if he was listening to a heavenly book. He roughly understood some of the reasons, but was still unclear about the current situation: "What is the current situation of the Saint Teacher?" Deng Chanyu considered her words, but no matter how she said it, it was not accurate. She could only explain it based on her own understanding.

"I'm afraid only Master and the Desire Demon know exactly what happened. The black-robed man outside the town is Master, and so is the one playing chess with me. They're both influenced by the desire to win, but the one playing chess is more spiritually inclined towards Master, while the one outside the town is more towards the Devil."

"Excuse me, Uncle Master! I was clearly in Heaven before, why?"

"Oh, this, Pangu Banner acted on its own. It believed that Yuanshi Tianzun was in trouble and needed you disciples to rescue him, so it used the connection between the Chanjiao's destiny and the Jade Purity Immortal Technique to pull you all into this world."

After answering Jiang Ziya's question, Deng Chanyu went to the side to meditate and regulate her breathing. Playing chess normally is an extremely physically demanding sport, not to mention playing chess with a saint using all kinds of great ways. Even though she considered herself to be half a step away from the Primordial Realm and had many treasures in her hands, and half of Yuanshi Tianzun's power was divided away, it was still very difficult for her to play chess.

The gap between Hunyuan Daluo and Half-step Hunyuan Daluo is really too big.

What if you can't win? You can't really flip the chessboard over and pretend to be a chess master, right?

This is the third game of chess played by Deng Chanyu and Yuanshi Tianzun. They have to finish each game with great effort. Yuanshi Tianzun is very happy, but her energy consumption is getting greater each time, and she must hurry to recover her magic power.

Manjusri, Nanji, Baihe, and Jiang Ziya began to review the game, analyze Yuanshi Tianzun's chess moves, and formulate strategies for the next game.

Although they can't help with the avenue, they can still provide some help on the chessboard.

Winning is the best, but even if you lose, you must lose completely. The balance in between is difficult to grasp.

Apart from being bad at practicing Taoism, Jiang Ziya was very good at all other aspects of knowledge, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, military strategies, flood control and training soldiers. He was even better than the Nanji Immortal and others.

A key to chess is communication. Nanji Xianweng and the others were so busy competing with each other, who could they communicate with? Jiang Ziya made many brilliant moves. Four hours later, Deng Chanyu received their analysis of the chess moves and the new tactics they had compiled, and began her fourth game with Yuanshi Tianzun.

Guangchengzi, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Huanglong, Yang Jian, Chijingzi, and many other disciples of the Chan sect came to the town one after another due to the mysterious cause and effect connection.

Among them, only Zhenren Huanglong was seriously injured. Guangchengzi had some elixirs refined by Taishang Laojun in his hands, so he let him swallow two of them.

Huang Long went to the side to recuperate, and the remaining immortals watched by the chessboard.

They all have sufficient vision, and no immortal from the orthodox teaching said that he would go up and play a game of chess with Yuanshi Tianzun.

Faced with the power of the saint, they couldn't even make a move, let alone play chess. They didn't even have the qualifications to play against the saint, so they could only serve as advisors on the sidelines.

(End of this chapter)