What bad intentions can a temple blessing have?

Chapter 268 My son, my son!

It's so dark and cold.

Nezha opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything. There was only darkness around him, endless darkness, and a bone-chilling cold.

He felt like he was lying naked in the ice and snow, obviously without any touch, but he could feel the endless cold.

He obviously has all his hands and feet, but as long as he moves, he can feel the cold and hard inexplicable material hindering his movements.

Is it a coffin?

Nezha suddenly remembered that his mother took him to a funeral before. The old man was put into a rectangular coffin by his crying children, and then put into a hole that had been dug and buried in the earth.

He clearly remembered that those people cried very sadly.

The mother said that this is death, which means that from now on, this person will no longer exist in the world. From now on, he will only be in the memories of certain people until these people also die.

Am I dead too?

Nezha thought to himself.

Will anyone remember me? Will anyone feel sad for me?

He was thinking very seriously, very seriously.

Father? elder brother?

You probably won’t remember me, right?

Nezha knew that what he had done was probably a heinous crime in the eyes of his father and brothers.

"Lay in peace?!"

Being buried in peace is already a luxury for me.

The mother's sad voice sounded in Nezha's ears.

The unabashed hatred made Nezha stunned.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, Nezha, he is also your child and mine."

"what's on your mind?!"

Nezha had an enlightenment in his heart.

In the haze, Nezha heard his father's voice.

It turns out that my bones and flesh have been returned to my parents.

I cut it off myself, and returned the bones to my father, and the flesh to my mother.

"Evil! Look at the good things you have done!"

Mother, don't cry, don't cry for me.

Nezha wanted to speak, but the coldness and pain everywhere told him that he was just a ghost now.

But it shouldn't be like this, at least it shouldn't be so ruthless. Father, I am your child too.

"Husband!"

In my ears, I could vaguely hear my father's angry roar and his ferocious face.

And the result that he has fallen into now is probably what he deserves?

Yes, I know why I hurt so much.

Nezha thought to himself, wanting to make himself happy.

"He is not my son, Mr. Li!"

"After three years of pregnancy, a monster was born. I wanted to kill him, but you tried so hard to stop me, and now it has caused a big disaster!"

"We still want him to enter the ancestral hall?!"

However, I still have to thank him for at least giving me a coffin. To me, this is already very good.

My biological father treated me like an enemy.

"The real person said that as long as my son enters the ancestral hall and enjoys the incense, there is a chance of resurrection!"

"Husband! He is also your flesh and blood, how can you be so heartless?!"

"impossible!"

"Resurrection? After resurrection, will he continue to cause trouble to the world? Let him continue to tarnish the lintel of the Li family?!"

"Or do you want me, Li Jing, to fall into that embarrassing situation again?!"

"Also, you mean flesh and blood?!"

"This bastard, he cut the flesh and bones in front of hundreds of thousands of people in Chentangguan! He is no longer my child!"

"Yin Shiniang, watch out for me! He! Nezha! He is an evildoer, a freak! He is not your child or mine!"

Nezha heard his father's footsteps disappearing, and also heard his mother's suppressed cries.

That’s right, I’m no one’s child. I have no father or mother. I’m just an orphan in the world.

"You are my child!"

The gentle voice seemed to be waving in Nezha's heart.

"You are my flesh and blood! You are my mother's son!"

"Since there is a way to revive, no matter how difficult it is, my mother will do it."

"Since your father won't let you enter the ancestral hall, there will always be other ways."

The voice was as weak as cattails, but the will was stronger than gold and iron.

"For example, a temple."

"Yes! A temple!"

"A Nezha temple!"

My mother's voice was louder, full of hope.

Nezha saw her.

A very ordinary woman carefully bent down, picked up a roll of straw mat, and placed it even more carefully on a cart.

that's me?

It turns out that I don’t even have a coffin?

The woman pulled the cart and walked into the street. The dignified wife of the Commander-in-Chief Soldier, at this moment, her hairpin and servant girl were in disarray, and her plain clothes were stained with dust.

She walked for a long time, but she didn't go very far.

Finally, we stopped at the edge of Chentangguan. There was an abandoned temple there. I don’t know when it was built or who was worshiped in the past.

But the woman was very happy.

"Nezha, look, this is your and mother's future home, but it won't take long. Soon, mother will be able to take Nezha back alive. When the time comes, bend down and say goodbye to your father. Sorry, he will forgive you, he will."

The woman muttered softly, found a decent piece of wood, and clumsily carved five characters with a hairpin.

"The spiritual position of Nezha."

Full of hope, she placed the wooden sign on the shrine.

"Buzz!"

As if it was a signal, golden light fell from the sky and landed on the ruined temple.

After a while, the originally decaying temple became complete. Although it was not magnificent, it was clean and tidy.

Nezha's body was also exposed in the grass scroll, and layers of golden light covered the bloody body.

The golden light flashed and turned into a statue, standing behind the shrine.

Such a vision attracted many people.

The woman stared blankly, with a light of hope blooming in her eyes.

She collapsed on the ground, sobbing.

Nezha looked at her and wanted to step forward to wipe her tears, but he couldn't leave the statue.

"My son. My son"

The woman's eyes were filled with tears, but her mouth was smiling. She knew that her child had hope of resurrection.

Nezha also laughed.

But soon, the woman disappeared, and the people offering incense disappeared, replaced by the murderous father wearing a helmet and armor, holding a sword.

"Evil! Delude people's hearts and practice evil! You should be killed!"

The cold sword edge was about to fall on the statue.

"Pfft."

His weak body blocked the sword.

"Madam! What did you do!"

The woman held the sword tightly, her hands dripping with blood, and the blade of the sword was stuck on her shoulder, with bones visible.

Mother!

Nezha wanted to speak, wanted to roar, but couldn't do anything.

Everything was disappearing, and the world in his eyes turned into pure black.

He felt like he was falling, falling, falling

"what!!"

Nezha turned over and sat up, sweating profusely and his eyes were red.

Breathing heavily one after another. ,

"Is it a dream?"

Nezha murmured to himself and raised his hand, as if he was calculating something.

For a long time, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Cause and effect are getting weaker and weaker."

"Mother, are you already disappointed in me?"

He stood up and walked out of the room.

In the yard, Xiao Nuomi was riding Xiao Tian around.

This is the small world of Erlang Temple in Guanjiangkou, the third day after the Peach Fair.

Nezha, who was in a daze, recalled.

He has been like this since that day, but not to mention that an immortal like him, even a cultivator, should be full of sleepiness.

But in the past few days, he would feel sleepy from time to time and had to take a nap.

Dead Monkey said that he was timid in his hometown and didn't know how to face his mother.

But the second brother said that this was his "obstacle", the confusion before breaking through the shackles.

But Nezha himself didn't think so.

He stubbornly believed that this was punishment from his mother.

Nezha raised his head and looked in the direction of Xiniu Hezhou.

"I don't know, how is Mr. Jiang doing?"

(End of this chapter)