Sign in to Zhutian from Journey to the West

Chapter 85
There are two major festivals in Tianting, one is the Pantao Festival held every 3000 years.The second is the annual meeting during the Chinese New Year.

There is one day in the sky and one year on the earth, and every year in the heaven is equivalent to 360 years in the world.

When it comes to the annual meeting in the Heavenly Court, gods such as the Stove Lord, Mountain God, Land, He Bo and other gods who have reached the highest level in the world will all go to heaven to report on the affairs of the world.

No, it's only a few decades away from the Pantao Festival, and it's time for the Tianting Annual Meeting again.

Fortunately, only the immortals and gods inside the Heavenly Court will participate in the annual meeting of the Heavenly Court, and there is no need to invite those Xuanmen masters, Buddhist enlightened people, and quasi-sages like the Pantao Festival.

For Tianting, it is also to avoid embarrassment again among the great supernatural powers.After all, it has only been decades since Monkey King made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace...

Ordinary people with great supernatural powers don't care if you are calculating or otherwise, this embarrassment has become an established fact, if you provide another gathering place, you have to make a big deal...

Regarding the matter of the annual meeting, Haotian still entrusts Yaochi Golden Mother with full authority.

Compared with the little flat peach event, the scale of this year's annual meeting is not much less, and it is quite eager to earn back the tone of the chaos in the palace that day.

The annual meeting was changed to the Tongming Hall, and before the time came, there were thousands of rainbow lights and clouds flying from all over the prehistoric states towards the Nantianmen in the lower realm.

A group of immortals and gods walked together with acquaintances, and when they arrived at Nantianmen, they met other immortals and pretended to compliment them.

It looks very harmonious.

As for whether in private or in the mortal world, whether it is harmony or fighting shit, it is not enough for ordinary people.

Outsiders can only lament that your circle is really hypocritical.

The hardest thing to talk about at the annual meeting is the maids in the heavenly palace.

In the past annual meeting, only immortal gods of rank seven and above had seats, but now even rank nine immortal gods have seats. Compared with previous years, this scale has doubled.

In the entire prehistoric world, there are more than tens of thousands of immortal gods above the rank of nine immortals.

Tiangong Gong'e is only in the tens of thousands.

Just arranging seats and preparing drinks is enough to eat a pot.

Not to mention other kinds of spiritual objects and delicacies.

As the saying goes, if the leader says a word, the employees will break their legs.

A group of Xian'erlishi were already too tired just to prepare these things.

But even if you complain, you can only smash your teeth and swallow it in front of Tianting, an oligopolistic giant.

No human rights here.

All the gods went to heaven, Chi Ming and Yang Tian, ​​who were originally relatively clean, suddenly became noisy.

The time came on time.

A bell rang in the Heavenly Palace.

thump...

Xianle is exuberant, and colorful clouds are floating.

The entire Tiangong is full of rays of light, which is really beautiful.

All the immortals tidied up their clothes and entered the Tongming Hall in an orderly manner to meet Haotian and Yaochi Golden Mother.

The Tongming Hall is the same as the Lingxiao Palace. After the blessing and expansion of the space technique, the inner space is unknown.

All the immortals entered, and there was no sense of crowding.

"Greetings to the Great Tianzun, the Great Tianzun Wansheng..."

"Greetings to the Great Tianzun, the Great Tianzun..."

"Meet the Great Heavenly Venerable..."

"See you..."

"See you..."

"..."

The sound was overwhelming and magnificent.

Haotian smiled, obviously in a very good mood.

Huang Yang, as Marshal of the Canopy, was also included in this banquet.

Seeing this scene, Huang Yang was stunned.

This is power, this is strength.

This is the supreme position that everyone dreams of.

"Everyone loves you!" After speaking, Haotian turned to the golden mother of Yaochi and said, "Since all the immortals have arrived, what are the regulations, why don't we start here."

Yaochi Golden Mother nodded slightly, called Gong'e, and gave orders.

According to the established regulations, the first scene is to watch the scene of mortals offering sacrifices during the New Year.

Clusters of incense with the power of strong wishes floated out, clusters, clusters, all of which were the prayers and wishes of mortals.

"Stove God bless you, when you go to heaven to report on your duties, please speak good things to God. If only you could send a letter to Yuelao so that I can get a wife this year..."

"Siguan Bodhisattva bless you, bless your family will be prosperous next year..."

"Shou Xinggong bless you, I have been worshiping you all my life, please bless me to walk through this last journey of my life quietly."

"The three gods of Fu, Lu, and Shou bless you, and bless my Zaizai to pass the provincial examination smoothly, and bless the family with good health and longevity, and the women will burn a big ingot to fulfill their wish in the coming year."

"..."

Wishes are varied, but generally speaking, they are all on the good side.

"Look, these are my people. What they said and asked for is nothing more than a little crumbs from the hands of the immortals..."

Haotian suddenly felt emotional.

The Golden Mother of Yaochi echoed at the side, feeling a lot of emotion about the power of these incense sticks.

Continuing to the next chapter, the immortals report to Haotian the records of good and evil they have seen in the mortal world for hundreds of years.

……

One by one, all of them are earth-shattering, and there are also unimaginable wonders.

A day passed in a blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the reports are all elected representatives, otherwise every fairy god participating in the meeting would report once, and even hundreds of years would not be able to finish the report.

Haotian rewarded the meritorious deities after the deities reported.And the reward is the flat peach left over from the flat peach event.

For low-level immortal gods, it is simply a big pie.

Where there is a reward, there is a punishment. In many mountainous places, people who are outsiders, who do not respect the sky and do not go to Haotian, have arranged for the gods of the four seasons and the gods of wind, rain, thunder and lightning to punish them one or two.

Done.

The hearts of the immortals suddenly eased when they mentioned it.

Haotian asked Yaochi Jinmu to call for the goddess Gong'e who is good at dancing to perform dances for the immortals.

The music of silk and bamboo is overwhelming.

In the center of the hall, the fairy dance fluttered.

The seven-colored dress fluttered like a rainbow descending, extremely dazzling.

It was the seven fairies who spontaneously composed a dance of the seven fairies and presented it to Haotian.

A streamer flew over and brushed the rolling curtain that was pouring wine for Haotian, the general of the rolling curtain was stunned for a moment, and Haotian's favorite glazed cup fell to the ground, smashing to pieces.

Like a shocking thunder, the rolling shutter general fell to his knees and begged Haotian for forgiveness.

Haotian snorted coldly, and ordered his left and right to press him down, demoting him to the mortal world.

The banquet was once cold.

Only Haotian laughed and said: "Everyone continue, everyone continue, this is an internal matter of Tiangong, and has nothing to do with the immortals. Everyone continue."

After the seven fairies got off, a group of fairies in white clothes came up.

The white clothes are like snow, adding a touch of immortality.

This is that Chang'e.

However, it is Chang'e's avatar who came to perform the dance, not the deity.

In addition to serving as the moon god, Chang'e also serves as the musician of the heavenly palace and the god of dancing.

One dance, one hundred flowers bloom, one dance, one hundred flowers fade away.

All the immortals and gods were intoxicated in Chang'e's dance for a long time and couldn't extricate themselves.

Although Chang'e is beautiful, Huang Yang doesn't feel much like it.Pushing away a toasting god, Huang Yang was thinking, if he was not drunk, what reason would Haotian demote himself to the earth.

Sun Wukong has descended to earth, and General Rolling Curtain is about to descend to earth, so I should be about the same.

Thinking of this, the demon god body cast Wuxiang Dao and broke away from the canopy body.

After thinking a lot, a white shadow fell towards him.

Huang Yang's canopy subconsciously helped him up...

Surrounding Chang'e, I couldn't help pinching my hands.

"..."

Immediately, Chang'e's clone cursed, "Dirty..." The originally elegant face turned red with anger.

Suddenly, he turned around and left the arm of the canopy.

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(End of this chapter)