The clouds and mist, as white as snow, fluttered like a layer of gauze on the path made of white jade. ⊙

Walking in the misty sky, Yang Zhen looked up, with a hint of excitement and excitement in his eyes, but he also had a hint of arrogance looking down at the people.

In the morning light, the golden rays of rays reflect the dazzling colorful rays through the clouds, and then pass through the reflection of the clouds, forming a beautiful rays of rays of rays, hanging high on the clouds.

When the sunlight shone directly into the clouds, a majestic and golden palace rose from the clouds and mist, shining thousands of feet in front of the rays of light.

Ziwei Temple!

The new Ziwei Temple!

From today on, Yang Zhen is one of the six emperors in the Heavenly Court, the Ziwei Emperor who controls the ten thousand stars. Looking back at yesterday's ceremony of the Gods, Yang Zhen suddenly smiled. Even though Yang Zhen did not intend to hold his ceremony of the Gods, due to Yang Zhen's position in the Three Realms at this time, there are many uninvited people.

The Master Xuandu from the Academic Sect, the People's Sect Master Xuandu brought Zhu Ganglie, Buddhist Guanyin Bodhisattva and his group, and a group of scattered immortals in the Earth Immortal Realm. Any monk who can be called famous basically came to Yang Zhen's ceremony for the Gods, which was originally somewhat empty, suddenly became lively.

It was not until this time that Yang Zhen recalled his journey, from a small cat demon, fearing hardships and struggling to embark on the road to seeking the Tao. Today, he has become one of the few people in this world.

Even in the Heavenly Court, the peak of the Three Realms’ power, now has a place for Yang Zhen.

Conceited, of course, there was a little bit, but then disappeared.

Looking at the golden palace in front of you, magpies and birds flying and cranes singing. The two sang and danced together to form a fun, hovering back and forth around the gorgeous rainbow. Around the fairy wind, the clouds soared into the sky, and the snow-white fog rolled from time to time. The breeze blew, the golden palace appeared, the clouds and mists were everywhere, the fairy wind surging, and the light and shadow were like a fantasy.

"Emperor!"

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Dozens of divine lights flashed frequently, and figures appeared in front of Yang Zhen’s eyes after the auspicious light.

"All the Star Lords perform their duties. As before, there is no change!" Yang Zhen glanced at everyone and spoke.

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

He exchanged a few more greetings with everyone, indicating that he would not pursue them because of the Ziwei Emperor. Only then did these Star Lords breathe a sigh of relief, expressed their loyalty, and left.

After the Star Lords left, the heavenly soldiers guarding the Ziwei Temple came over and said to Yang Zhen: "Emperor. In the battle ten days ago, the original Ziwei Temple was not affected, but when the Jade Emperor rebuilt the Heavenly Court, he also ordered the Ziwei Temple to be renovated. Now the temple is very different from before. Should the Emperor visit it?"

Yang Zhen stopped in front of the door of the Ziwei Temple. He glanced at the majestic Ziwei Temple, and Yang Zhen said lightly: "Forget it. I am still not suitable to live in the Heavenly Court. You can talk to the Jade Emperor later. My temple is still located in Mount Emei. If the Jade Emperor has something to discuss, I will send someone to Mount Emei to find me."

"Emperor, the daily affairs of the Ziwei Temple..." the Heavenly Bing said hesitantly.

"You don't need to worry about this, someone will deal with it." Yang Zhen said.

The Heavenly Bing said: "Then...that little one will go down first."

Seeing that no one around was paying attention to him, Yang Zhen was about to leave the heaven and return to Mount Emei, but he saw another auspicious cloud flying in the distance. Ning Shen looked at it and saw a figure in the sea of ​​clouds turning from light to thick, with a misty fairy wind all over his body, white clothes like snow, and the breeze around him gently blew the snow-white long skirt, which looked like a snow lotus in the wind, white and flawless.

It turned out to be the fairy of flowers.

After a while, the fairy of Baihua pressed the auspicious cloud and landed in front of Yang Zhen, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that a person like you could become the Ziwei Emperor, one of the six emperors of the Heavenly Court. It's really absent from the laws of heaven."

Yang Zhen smiled slightly, sat on the green jade steps in front of Ziwei Temple, and said helplessly: "What do you mean by a person like me? In your eyes, who is a person like me?"

The fairy of Flowers fell down gracefully and said with a smile: "You said, in your heart, there are etiquette and laws in the Heavenly Court, and will you pay attention to the laws and regulations of the Heavenly Court?"

"Of course!" Yang Zhen said with a righteous look on his face: "I am the dignified Ziwei Emperor. How could I not abide by the Heavenly Order? The fairy said this, but I was wronged!"

Fairy Baihua glanced at Yang Zhen and said angrily: "On the day of the Peach Banquet, you are the one who stole the Immortal Pill of the Supreme Laojun!"

"No!" Yang Zhen refused.

Fairy Baihua snorted: "Don't think I don't know anything. It's not good to lie!"

Yang Zhen smiled and said, "I didn't lie. It was definitely not me who stole the elixir, but someone else."

"Okay, if you don't admit it, I don't want to say anything." Fairy Baihua walked up to Yang Zhen and said, "I'm here this time to thank you. If you didn't help me, I would probably be knocked down from Fanchen."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen smiled faintly and said, "Since I am here to thank me, and I am unfair to me if I am timid, wouldn't I admit it?"

Fairy Baihua smiled and said, "If you are timid, then no one will be brave."

Yang Zhen smiled, not talking, but looked up at the horizon. A trace of morning light appeared in the east sky. Soon after, the red glow reflected the sun, and a red sun slowly rose, and the gentle sunlight shone everywhere, making people warm.

"I have something I want to ask you." Fairy Baihua suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Yang Zhen asked.

Fairy Baihua hesitated for a moment and said, "The last time Queen Mother asked me for a while, she only said that the withering flowers in the imperial garden had been found out. The fault was not on me, so she released me. But no matter how I asked, Queen Mother never told me the truth of that matter."

"You want to know the truth of the matter!" Yang Zhen sighed.

Fairy Baihua said: "Well! I heard that this matter was first investigated and dealt with. Although I guessed that there must be some ulterior motives in the middle, I still want to know the truth. I don't want to be wronged so unknown. Brother Yang Zhen, can you tell me?"

The truth of the matter is that in order to force Yang Zhen to take action, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother set up this situation and framed the Fairy of Flowers. But should such a thing be told to the Fairy of Flowers?

"You really want to know?" Yang Zhen looked at the fairy of flowers and asked solemnly.

Fairy Baihua nodded firmly and said, "Yes! No matter what the situation is willing, I want to know. I don't want to be framed for no reason, but I don't know anything."

"Okay, I'll tell you!" Yang Zhen said softly.
Chapter completed!