Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1700 Flame Mountain

Pigsy's appearance was truly ugly. Fortunately, Madam Ma was already cursed with bad luck, and it was good enough that she didn't provoke anyone. No one in the Three Realms was foolish enough to mess with her. It wasn't a matter of whether she could beat her or not, but rather that she didn't want to be associated with that bad luck.
As a man of bad luck, Ma's courage had long since reached an extremely high level.

While reading Taoist scriptures may not lead to a complete understanding of the profound mysteries of the Tao, it is possible to gradually transform one's spiritual power and elevate one's spiritual realm through the power of incense offerings.

No comprehension or aptitude is required; that's all the benefit of the power of incense offerings.

Even if an ordinary person is contemplating suicide, they probably wouldn't offer incense to the god of misfortune.

Ma could only receive a basic salary. In this respect, the two Heavenly Emperors did a good job, never owing her incense offerings and occasionally giving her extra rewards. After all, her not going to the Heavenly Court was a contribution, so it was reasonable to give her some rewards.

The old pig's voice sounded somewhat familiar to her. The old lady frowned and thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out who it was.

She wanted to close the door.

Taking advantage of the bowing gesture, Old Pig showed off the large and small bags of gifts he was carrying.

Ma is greedy for money, but he doesn't dare to covet large sums; he just likes to covet small amounts of money on a regular basis.

Old Pig carried a very generous gift, which was useless to the God of Misfortune, but useful to Ma.

Upon seeing the gift, the human side immediately suppressed the god of misfortune, and Mrs. Ma beamed with joy.

"You must be that person? Oh, right! An old friend, it must be an old friend. I remember now, please come in, please come in!" One hand took the gift, the other hesitated for a moment, but finally invited the old pig into the room.

Even though the old pig was afraid that bad luck would affect his fortune, he still wanted to try his best to make it work, even though he had been reborn into a pig's body and his fortune was definitely already at its lowest.

After exchanging a few casual words, before Madam Ma showed any signs of impatience, Old Pig mentioned that he lived in Gao Village, not far from Ma Village, and that his broom was broken. He wanted to borrow Madam Ma's broom, and repeatedly emphasized that he was only borrowing it and would never take it.

Ma didn't know the exact location of this Gao Family Village. Having lived in seclusion for a thousand years and changing identities from time to time, her understanding of time, geography, and other aspects had long been confused.

In her view, there was no difference between Gaojiazhuang and Lijiazhuang.

She only heard the word "borrow".

My first reaction was no. Why should I lend you my things? Who do you think you are?
Old Pig was very good at the art of conversation. While offering some compliments, he casually mentioned that there would be a gift to present when the broom was returned.

Upon hearing that there would be gifts, Ma's opinion changed again.

It's just a broom, it's practically worthless. She finally confirmed, "Is it just a loan? What if you take it and run?"
Am I out of my mind?! Taking something from the god of misfortune?!
Old Pig repeatedly assured me that he would only borrow it for three days and would return it after three days. He said if I didn't return it, may I be struck by lightning!

Among the three gods of fortune, prosperity, and longevity, the god of fortune is ranked first. Good fortune and luck are more valuable than material wealth. This is the logic in Shinto.

The God of Misfortune is of a higher status than the God of Poverty; he is considered the superior god to the other. Even the poor have a chance to survive, but if you are extremely unlucky, you may not even live to be poor before you die.

Without giving it much thought, Ma lent her broom to Old Pig.

Pigsy is indeed more witty than Monkey King in some ways.

To prevent the "mechanical monster" from stealing his divine weapon, he hid his nine-toothed rake in a field in Gao Village, and then carried Ma's broom to mock the God of Poverty.

He didn't think mockery posed any real danger, since the rich were the ones who suffered in Wuji Kingdom, and the poor weren't afraid of the God of Poverty at all.

Even among the wealthy, very few die directly from their wealth; most are killed by competitors after going bankrupt.
Once you figure out the pattern of this "mechanism," it's not difficult to deal with.

The Ma family and the God of Poverty had a grudge against each other, a matter that the parties involved might have forgotten, but Old Pig still remembered. (Chapter 564)
If Ma were to come in person, he could certainly suppress the God of Poverty. But now, with only a broom, the suppressive effect is very limited, and it might even incite the God of Poverty's greed. To the God of Poverty, this broom is more useful than ten thousand golden cudgels—that's the key to the mockery. There are many "eight hundred li" stretches along the westward journey.

Huangfengling, Jingjiling, Huoyanshan, Shituoling, and Qijueshan are all five mountains, each covering an area of ​​800 li.

The Liusha River and the Tongtian River are both 800 li wide.

The home of Master Kou is 800 li away from Lingshan.

There are eight 800-li in total.

If I had to name a ninth one, it would be Liangshan Marsh, which covers an area of ​​800 li.
In the original timeline, Red Boy cultivated in the Flaming Mountain for three hundred years. After mastering the Samadhi True Fire, he lived in the nearby Drill Mountain, which was said to be six hundred miles away.

Red Boy and his group of lesser demons do not live in the Flaming Mountain.

The Flaming Mountain was too hot. Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were sweating profusely when they didn't use their magic to protect themselves. Red Boy was born with a fire elemental body and had a high affinity for flames, but he didn't want to stay in the Flaming Mountain all year round. Wouldn't it be better to find a cool place to stay? He's not stupid.

The journey to the West is a bit late for Tang Sanzang and his disciples, but a bit too early for Red Boy.

Deng Chanyu is waiting for Tang Sanzang and his disciples. Whether Red Boy succeeds in mastering the Samadhi True Fire or not will not affect the overall situation.

For hundreds of years, Red Boy has been cultivating deep within the Flaming Mountains.

A fire scorpion demon rushed in to report.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Kingdom of Wuji has used some unknown method to send out a monk with a long snout and big ears, who is now leading the God of Poverty this way!"

Red Boy looks like a child, but he is actually several hundred years old.

He frowned deeply, which sent a chill down Fire Scorpion's spine.

Thinking of his wicked neighbor, the God of Poverty, Red Boy was also annoyed.

If left unchecked, that guy might just stay in the Flaming Mountain forever. Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire hasn't been fully mastered yet, and he absolutely won't allow the God of Poverty to interfere with his cultivation.

He slowly withdrew the flames he had exhaled, silently calculating that this round of cultivation was not perfect; the flames had not only failed to grow stronger, but had actually lost a trace of their power.

Two months of effort were wasted.

He was furious: "A monk with a long beak and big ears? Where is he? You lead the way, I, the Great King, will capture that monk and let you have a taste!"

In Journey to the West, only two demons were not interested in Tang Sanzang, but instead wanted to eat Zhu Bajie: one was Silver Horn, and the other was Red Boy.
Red Boy felt perfectly natural saying these words, as if it were his natural instinct.

His appearance was exceptionally outstanding: "His face was as white as if powdered, and his lips were as red as if painted, revealing his exceptional talent."

Zhengjing is a handsome young man.

Halfway there, he forgot his order to have the fire scorpion lead the way and charged out alone with his spear.

After half a cup of tea, he finally saw the so-called monk with a long beak and big ears.

(End of this chapter)