Mythology

Chapter 84 Li Jing, please be more careful
Taiyi Zhenren stroked his beard gently and muttered a few words.

The rich Yin energy acted on Nezha, and the latter's body became stable, but there was a thin umbilical cord dragging at the belly button.

The other end of the umbilical cord was connected to Madam Yin, so it was obvious that Nezha just came out for a stroll.

"Although you brothers are not born of the same mother, you are closely related. You should support each other in your cultivation in the future and strive to become immortals as soon as possible."

Nezha blinked his eyes, not showing any intelligence, but revealing a bit of kindness.

Yang He also felt inexplicably familiar.

He bowed towards Nezha, "Junior Brother Yang He greets Senior Brother."

In the Investiture of the Gods, Nezha plays a prominent role in the story, and many stories even revolve around Nezha. In Yang He's opinion, his senior brother is one of the keys for the entry of the Chan sect into the world.

Yang He doesn't mind holding on to Nezha's thighs, so that he can rely on him for many stories in the future.

"Ey."

Nezha circled around Yang He, and whenever his hands or feet touched the latter, his skin felt severe pain and purple marks appeared on the surface.

"Don't mess around, Lingzhuzi. Your junior brother is almost dead. If anything happens to him, we may miss this opportunity."

Taiyi Zhenren called Nezha Lingzhuzi mainly because Nezha's name had not yet been determined.

Nezha stopped and then moved closer to Yang He's feet.

The black cat was so scared that its fur stood on end.

Nezha has not been born yet, but he is already powerful enough to rival ordinary evil spirits. Black Cat, a mere weak ghost, might be scared to death if he comes into contact with him once or twice.

"Senior brother."

Yang He quickly took out the tonic strip, and Nezha took it and started to eat it.

"Disciple Yang He, I'll leave the Lingzhuzi to you to take care of."

"what?"

Taiyi Zhenren raised his eyes to the dark sky and calculated with his fingers, "Let's go, it's time to enter Nuwa Palace and wait for the arrival of the saint."

After saying that, he slowly walked away from the Li family mansion.

Yang He hesitated for a few moments, summoned his ghost hand, picked up Nezha, and followed Taiyi Zhenren.

As the sun sets, the streets and alleys are covered with a layer of warm afterglow, the sounds of gongs and drums are heard one after another, and parades are everywhere.

After all, Nuwa is half human and half evil spirit, so many people in the parade deliberately dress up as evil spirits with human bodies and snake tails.

At the same time, the number of evil spirits is clearly increasing.

The entire Chaoge City was a completely bizarre scene.

The two walked into the Nuwa Palace. All the palaces were lit with candles, and the 107 Nuwa statues showed all kinds of unspeakable defects.

Yang He was deeply frightened.

What kind of world is so absurd?

The two men and one ghost came to the outside of the main hall, and the altar had already been set up.

There is a low desk in front of the futon, on which are placed the four treasures of the study and a candle.

High-ranking officials took their seats one after another, half-kneeling on the cushions to pray for the grace of Nuwa.

Yang He noticed that the cushions were divided into three areas. The number of cushions was the largest in front of the altar, with as many as two or three hundred. There were forty cushions on the left side and three on the right side.

“Ka-ka-ka.”

Nezha danced with excitement and pulled hard at the five fingers of the ghost hand.

Taiyi Zhenren explained: "The altar faces the officials of Chaoge. Emperor Xin will sit in the first seat. On his left are the immortals of the Chan and Jie sects, and on his right are... hehehe, evil spirits."

How could Yang He not guess that, out of the 107 statues of Nuwa, only three would remain to become Nuwa's disciples, and they might very well be the three monsters from Xuanyuan Tomb.

Nine-tailed fox spirit, nine-headed pheasant spirit, and jade pipa spirit.

"You two are not qualified to sit down."

Taiyi Zhenren chuckled and said, "That's why I arranged for you, my disciple, to guard the four palaces in exchange for the opportunity to visualize the saint's true appearance from the outside. It turned out that you turned out well."

"My disciple, you died once to suppress the Nuwa statue, and Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu also valued you and gave you a position."

Yang He suddenly realized, doesn't this mean he will be sitting at the same table with an immortal?

Taiyi Zhenren said solemnly: "But you two are indeed mortals. It is easy to go astray when facing a saint. You must work together." Yang He looked at Nezha, who was sucking the little finger of his ghost hand.

"Master, do you mean that if we were together, we could barely be considered immortals?"

"kindness."

Yang He smiled and said, "Thank you, Master and Senior Brother."

"Remember to keep a close eye on your brother and don't let him run around."

"and many more."

Yang He's smile froze, "Master, aren't you going to meditate with us?"

"Didn't you see the ranking?"

Taiyi Zhenren pointed and said, "The first row is the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, as well as the saints of the Chan and Jie sects. The second and third rows are the True Immortals including your master. You, my disciples, must be in the last row."

Yang He's scalp tingled as he asked, "Master, will the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors come too?"

Taiyi Zhenren looked a little helpless, "Of course I won't come, but leaving a seat is a courtesy, and even the immortals invited are only a few."

He sighed and said, "Hey, you kid should go back to Qianyuan Mountain and read more classics of Chan Buddhism."

Yang He laughed dryly a few times, and Nezha imitated him.

Taiyi Zhenren shook his head, turned into a beam of light and landed on the second row of cushions.

At this time, only a few people took their seats. They did not greet each other, or rather, their eyes had already conveyed their thoughts to each other.

Yang He glanced at it with his peripheral vision.

Even if the immortal did not try to cover it up, I just couldn't form an impression in my mind.

"It's very stressful to be enlightened among a group of bigwigs."

Yang He quickly found his own cushion at the end. There was a nameplate on the desk with the words "Corpse Immortal" engraved on it.

"Ey."

Nezha waved his arms wildly, and the candle fell directly into his palms.

He took a bite of the candle but couldn't help spitting it out, then threw it away in anger and turned around to continue sucking the little finger of the ghost hand.

"My head hurts, please be more careful, brother."

Yang He adjusted the candle and saw that some officials had already taken their seats.

He noticed Wen Zhong standing at the entrance of the main hall looking at the statue of Nuwa, so he went to thank him. After all, knowing how to deal with people might be of great use in the future.

"Master."

Wen Zhong saw Yang He and guessed what he was thinking. "No need to thank me. Even if it doesn't count as suppressing the Nuwa statue, Yang He, you have saved one or two hundred lives by risking your life to repair the temple."

"Grandmaster, it is my duty to contribute my humble efforts to the festival."

Yang He didn't dare to disturb Wen Zhong, and returned to his seat after chatting for a few words.

Halfway through the journey, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

There is murderous intent.

Yang He frowned slightly, and Nezha also showed his mouth full of sharp teeth vigilantly.

He looked around and saw a middle-aged general glaring at him with murderous intent, and the sword at his waist was already unsheathed.

The middle-aged general saw that Yang He seemed to be familiar with Wen Zhong, so he put away his sword and said angrily to others: "How shameful!!"

"Nuwa's birthday is a saint's festival, yet she brought evil spirits into the temple."

Yang He recognized the middle-aged general's identity at a glance, Li Jing of Chentang Pass.

"hiss……"

Nezha sensed Li Jing's malice and his expression became ferocious.

Perhaps the father and son were destined to be at odds with each other. Nezha came all the way here, invisible to mortal eyes and blind to by the monks.

Li Jing is the only one who wants to get rid of Nezha.

The corner of Yang He's eye twitched. Until Nezha is born in two years, Chentangguan will not be peaceful.

(End of this chapter)