Jiang Ziya's expression remained unchanged: "The Heavenly Venerable did not deliberately hide his Dao rhyme."
Taishang Laojun said nothing, but walked slowly to Jiang Ziya's side, lowering his eyes to look at the tender seedlings that were half a person's height. It was obvious that Jiang Ziya took good care of them, and the seedlings were growing well.
Seeing this.
Jiang Ziya felt a tightness in his heart, but on the surface he showed no sign of abnormality.
After a long time.
The Supreme Lord asked with a smile, "Why don't you stay in the Chan Sect and come here? Doesn't my senior treat you well?"
Jiang Ziya's eyes flickered. He didn't know what the Taishang Laojun's purpose was in asking this. After hesitating, he answered, "Ziya is used to being idle and not used to being in the Xianjiao sect."
Taishang Laojun nodded.
Really idle.
Normal Taoist disciples think about practicing every moment and wish they could divide a day into several parts to use.
Let’s look at Jiang Ziya.
Don’t practice.
Nor do I refine magic weapons.
I like to tinker with things that seem to have no value every day.
"I wonder what the Heavenly Lord wants to see me about?"
Jiang Ziya asked.
His place is a deserted place, and no one lives there. Apart from people like Yu Bo who are bored and willing to come here every day, basically no one else is willing to come.
Taishang Laojun reached out and fiddled with the half-human-high seedlings, picking off some leaves that looked a little wilted.
"Ziya."
"Back then, when you presided over the Conferred God Ceremony and conferred many deities, why didn't you think of asking for a deity for yourself?"
Taishang Laojun seemed to have no intention of asking, but in fact he was testing.
Jiang Ziya smiled and said, "You are joking, my Lord. I am the one who checked the list. How can I write my own name on it without permission?"
Taishang Laojun sighed, "What a pity! There are eight divisions of gods and 365 positions in the Investiture of the Gods List, but there is no place for you."
Jiang Ziya frowned slightly.
He didn't quite understand what Taishang Laojun meant.
Next second.
Taishang Laojun's words made his pupils shrink suddenly, and a panic surged in his heart.
Taishang Laojun slapped his head and suddenly realized: "Look at my memory, it should be 366 gods."
A moment.
Jiang Ziya clenched his hands into fists behind his back.
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