Chapter 84: Choosing the Candidate◇
◎Let him die◎
As soon as Kong Shuang finished speaking, the hall fell into silence. Zhunti scratched his ears again and again, and began to doubt his hearing deeply.
You still want 1,800? Kong Shuang, behave yourself. How many people are there in the West? You ask for 1,800 of them. If I give you one, I lose!
You are dreaming if you come to me in the West to ask for people and use the word "drive"!
He repeated the word "drive" in his mind, and it became more and more familiar. Suddenly, it occurred to him that this was the word he used when he tamed Kong Shuang as his mount...
The hall was silent for a long time, and then the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard. Tongtian was the first to chuckle, lifted his sleeves, and gently stroked Kong Shuang's hair twice. The encouragement he meant was self-evident.
Encouraged by love, Kong Shuang grew more courageous. He turned and began to provoke Zhunti: "Saints serve the Daozu most wholeheartedly. If I do my job well, the Daozu will be pleased. What are a few disciples? Moreover, there are countless followers in the West now, tens of thousands. Giving away a few of them is nothing."
She was not exaggerating. The West today was completely different from the West back then. The human race abducted by Zhunti came in waves, and they developed very rapidly.
In addition, the West is vast and sparsely populated, the spiritual veins have been repaired, and there is abundant spiritual energy. Compared with the expensive land prices in the East, many cultivators have moved to the livable West.
Not to mention the quality of the disciples, just in terms of quantity, they are not much different from the Three Pure Ones.
They are not just a few disciples, they are my sweethearts!
Zhunti covered his chest with his hands, and looked at Hongjun with eyes full of tears, the pleading in his eyes was self-evident.
Hongjun was stimulated by this little look and thought of some unpleasant memories when he divided the Hongmeng Purple Qi. He coughed lightly and avoided it.
He had never seen any of the disciples from the West, so it didn't matter to him whether they belonged to Heaven or the West.
Seeing that Zhunti didn't say anything, Kong Shuang snorted, crossed his arms and leaned over Tongtian, as if to say that he would not work unless Zhunti showed up.
When Nuwa saw this, she thought this was feasible. She had finally found a successor for the Heavenly Court. Now that Kong Shuang was gone, she would have to work hard to find a second one. So she joined the camp to attack Zhunti without hesitation.
"If I remember correctly, most of Junior Brother Zhunti's disciples are from the human race. The human race and the demon race have some old ties, so it's understandable that they are vassals of the Heavenly Court."
Jie Yin's heart skipped a beat. Why didn't he think of this? What did they mean by "most of Lingshan's disciples are from the human race"? It was obvious that apart from those who came before the Western religion was established, plus the Asura clan that Minghe brought with him after defecting to the West, which was equivalent to half of the Western disciples, the rest were humans.
Thinking of this, his mind flashed and he instantly came up with an idea.
Thinking back to the time when Kong Shuang and Minghe joined forces to snatch the Hongmeng Purple Qi from their brothers, they didn't know how united they were. Now Minghe has obediently defected to the West. Since he has become one of us, he is also Kong Shuang's mortal enemy. If you, Kong Shuang, don't want people, then I will send the Asura tribe to you!
It depends on how you use it.
By then, Kong Shuang will be so focused on fighting Minghe that he won't have time to worry about the West.
Zhunti held back the tears that welled up in his eyes. He felt that Nuwa had no regard for the feelings of fellow disciples and was helping Kong Shuang to fight him. However, Nuwa was also a saint and had the title of his senior sister. He couldn't argue with her in front of Hongjun, so he could only point his gun at Kong Shuang:
"The Jiejiao disciples have more disciples and have always been close to you. Why don't you take the Jiejiao disciples to the Heavenly Palace?"
Kong Shuang smiled faintly: "It is precisely because of the close relationship between the Jiejiao disciples and me that I know they are not suitable for serving in the Heavenly Court. If they fail to do their job well, wouldn't it show that the Daozu is not good at judging people?"
As she spoke, she bent slightly in the direction of Hongjun.
Zhunti curled her lips and cursed inwardly, saying that you are so filial and bully her in front of his teacher every day, then rolled up her sleeves and refused to give in.
As a result, Jie Yin, who was standing by, didn't even have time to speak when he wanted to discuss with him about giving the Asura tribe to Kong Shuang to cause trouble for her.
At this time, Yuanshi, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, and Kong Shuang echoed him, saying, "That's right. Jiejiao disciples are stubborn and unfit for such a big responsibility."
As soon as she finished speaking, Kong Shuang frowned quickly, and then she felt the low pressure coming from Tongtian. She looked back and saw that Tongtian had lost his smile and was tightly pursing his lips.
She felt a little sorry for him, and a soft hand slid along the layers of clothes and tightly grasped Tongtian's palm.
She was still angry, so she turned around and glared at Yuanshi.
You're the only one with a mouth!
You are the only one who can speak!
Yuanshi was stunned by the stare for no apparent reason. He snorted coldly and glared back without any courtesy.
He felt that he and Kong Shuang had known each other for so many years and they had some kind of friendship. At least if the white bird appeared one day and wanted to snatch Tongtian from her, he would definitely stand on her side.
Because of our friendship, I wanted to condescend and help her, but she didn't know how to appreciate it.
Yuanshi turned away with an ugly expression. Whoever helps her is a dog!
The big guys were angry, and the pressure in the hall was overwhelming, sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Haotian Yaochi, who had a lower cultivation level, shrank his neck, silently got goose bumps on his arms, and quietly retreated while pouring tea for the saints.
Nuwa secretly lit a candle for the two of them, turned around and was about to continue her work, but she noticed something was wrong.
Kong Shuang and Zhunti exchanged blows in the air, their eyes fighting back and forth, sparks and lightning "crackling" all the way. In addition to their eyes, their pressure and aura were also secretly competing, making the entire Zixiao Palace hall shake.
Everyone present was a saint, so the impact was not great, but there was still some impact.
But below a Saint, everyone is an ant. When would Kong Shuang, a Daluo Jinxian, ever be able to compete with a Saint? He actually affected a Saint? And it seemed like he handled it effortlessly.
Although Zhunti's cultivation level is not the highest among the saints, and the reason for his sainthood is a bit embarrassing...
Regardless, it is undeniable that he is a saint.
So, when did you, Kong Shuang, become so powerful?
Nuwa felt a sense of foreboding on her back, and she quickly calculated what impact it would have on Zhunti if Kong Shuang really took over the Heavenly Palace?
Her divination skills were not as good as her brother's, but she had the ability to become a saint. The Heavenly Dao reluctantly gave her instructions.
What a mess!
Nuwa had no time to observe a moment of silence for Zhunti, and she felt even more troubled. Whether Zhunti was in a mess or not had nothing to do with her, but the Heavenly Court had something to do with her, and the demon clan also had something to do with her.
To be honest, she doesn't like the demon race, but that doesn't mean she has no feelings towards them. After all, they are brothers who once drank and talked together!
But Kong Shuang's cultivation is improving day by day. Given her relationship with Zhunti Jieying, can she refrain from causing trouble for the West after gaining power?
Even if she cultivates her character and endures it, Zhunti cannot hold back, and the two will fight again sooner or later.
But Zhunti is a saint, known to be immortal.
No matter how bad Kong Shuang is, he has a saint protecting him. Even if he suffers a loss, it won't be a big loss. In the end, the ones who suffer are the demon clan and the heaven.
Nuwa swallowed silently, and interrupted the confrontation between Kong Shuang and Zhunti, trying her best to reduce her presence and suggested:
"Actually... the Heavenly Court doesn't need to bother Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang. Emperor Jun is dead, and many of his descendants have died too. There are only a few left after falling. We can just find one to take his place!"
Zhunti's face froze and he said nothing more.
He did not forget who was responsible for Di Jun's near extinction.
If the remaining descendants of Emperor Jun came to power, they would not necessarily thank him for helping to eliminate his opponents.
Tongtian raised his eyes and glanced at Nuwa, thinking that Nuwa was not kind.
Lu Ya was raised by Taiyi on the Sun Star, and the nine jade rabbits lived with their mother on the Moon Star. They could not be expected to become the new Emperor of Heaven, so the only one left was the little jade rabbit who lived in his Biyou Palace and was abducted by Duobao to be his wife.
What do you mean by wanting to steal my apprentice's wife?
The witch clan is burdened by karma and can only live in the dark underworld. Similarly, the demon clan also has karma that has not been cleared. If a child is to bear all this, it is better to give the position to Zhunti!
Although Tongtian and Zhunti had nothing in common from their hair to their cultivation, they had the same idea at this moment: they could not let the offspring of Little Jade Rabbit/Emperor Jun become the Emperor of Heaven.
Tongtian coughed lightly, embraced Kong Shuang, and his voice had never been so gentle as it was at this moment. His dark eyes were clear and deep. He comforted her: "Actually, the teacher is also thinking about you--"
Kong Shuang looked at him suspiciously, seeing the unclear emotions in his eyes, and somehow realized that his move was a retreat in order to advance.
Sure enough, Zhunti's alarm bells rang, and he secretly cursed Tongtian for being so shameless. Kong Shuang had already had some intention of taking advantage of him, so now he was really going to take the position.
Haotian Yaochi returned to the main hall with the tea set and poured tea for each saint one by one.
Zhunti felt that the two men were getting in the way and glanced at them unhappily.
For some reason, the moment his eyes fell on the two of them, a mysterious voice rang in his ears, like a devilish sound, and he was distracted for a moment.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him. This voice had appeared before when he was forced into a desperate situation by Kong Shuang. It guided him to become a saint at the most critical moment and then turned defeat into victory.
This time, he also chose to follow the voice's instructions. He grabbed Haotian Yaochi and pushed him forward. He said to Hongjun with joy, "Teacher, Haotian Yaochi has been with you for many years. He is the most suitable person for you."
Hongjun raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a half-smile, and did not hesitate: "Yes!"
This time the decision was made very quickly, without even asking for Haotian Yaochi's opinion.
Naturally, the two of them did not dare to object and could only kneel down and salute Hongjun.
The plot finally returned to normal, but in the most bizarre way, without any reason, as if the plot was forcibly corrected.
Could it be that the flapping of my butterfly wings didn't produce any changes?
Suppressing her doubts, Kong Shuang continued to stubbornly strive to make trouble with Zhunti. She stood up, congratulated Haotian Yaochi first, then turned to Zhunti and said, "The Saint really deserves credit for recommending me!"
Zhunti subconsciously felt that Kong Shuang had something else to say to him, waiting for her to continue.
As expected, Kong Shuang paused and continued, "It's just that Di Jun's men have always been arrogant and bold, and they all refuse to obey anyone, which makes things difficult for Haotian Yaochi."
Hearing this, a hint of sadness appeared on Haotian's handsome face, and Yaochi also frowned.
Although the new Emperor of Heaven is majestic, they have been living in Zixiao Palace since they transformed and have never gone out. They are used to a comfortable life and start to suffer from social anxiety when they think of the monsters and demons outside.
"But the Saint Zhunti has already recommended the two of you. I guess he doesn't recommend that good people continue to do good things..." Kong Shuang continued.
Haotian Yaochi's eyes lit up and he looked at Kong Shuang expectantly.
Tongtian finally smiled, tapping the floor with his bony fingertips, and his mood improved. He knew Kong Shuang best and had already guessed what Kong Shuang was going to say next.
Kong Shuang tilted his head, a meaningful smile on his face, and teased: "The Saint is a good person to the end, sending more disciples to protect the Emperor and Empress. Are you still afraid that Di Jun's old subordinates will do something bad?"
After saying that, she covered her mouth with a cry of "Ouch" again, her eyes full of smiles as she looked at Zhunti: "Is this something you can say?"
Zhunti held his forehead in pain, wishing he could faint.
Di Jun has countless old subordinates, and even if he sends out all his disciples, they will not be enough to fight. Kong Shuang is extremely cruel and wants to destroy his years of hard work.
No, even if he dies, Kong Shuang must be buried with him.
Zhunti gritted his teeth in hatred and was about to rush forward.
Seeing this, Jie Yin quickly jumped up from the cushion and pulled him back: "Don't give away your life, or you will be sending yourself away."
Zhunti felt a pang of pain in his nose, and he turned back dejectedly, only to run into Haotian Yaochi, who was looking at him with an expectant expression...
Just let him die!
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