Mythology

Chapter 85 Nuwa's Blessing
Nezha was eager to teach Li Jing a lesson, but Yang He dragged him back to his seat.

At this time, there were already seven or eight figures sitting cross-legged, but most of the immortals could not figure out their origins. They could only sense that everyone was looking at them.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, the disciples of Qianyuan Mountain are indeed of superior caliber."

"Hehehe, this old man's disciple is just a natural immortal body."

There were also voices that couldn't help but suppress Taiyi Zhenren's arrogance.

"The ghost baby has bad luck, and will inevitably experience many disasters after it is born. As for the corpse baby, it is true that it has an immortal body, but the corpse transformation is ultimately a side path, and it is difficult for it to become a golden immortal in the future."

Taiyi Zhenren smiled without saying anything, too lazy to explain the mystery of Yang He's immortal body.

At this time, the Conferred God War had not yet begun, and the two sects of Chan and Jie at least seemed to be keeping to themselves on the surface, but there was already a sense of tension in their words.

Yang He could not hear the tension among the immortals, nor did he want to make his presence felt.

If someone tries to trip him up, he can't bear it. The right thing to do is to stay in a corner and meditate on the opportunity, waiting for the story to be completed.

"Ey."

Nezha felt extremely uncomfortable facing the scrutiny, and a surge of negative energy filled his body.

Yang He hurried to comfort him, fearing that Nezha would lose control.

"Whether the festival is dangerous or not, Nezha is a big trouble."

"But there is nothing we can do. According to Master Taiyi, only Nezha and I can withstand the terror of the coming of the saint."

Nezha is heartless and acts based on his mood.

Yang He teased Nezha for a long time, and the latter gradually became unwilling to be trapped in the ghost's palm.

"Brother, let's make it clear first. A saint will come during the festival. If you are not careful, you will die. You can't run around."

Nezha nodded.

Yang He hesitated for a few moments, and realized that it was unrealistic to keep Nezha restrained. He was afraid that the breath of the ghost hand would attract the attention of Nuwa.

The ghost hand loosened, and Nezha lay on the desk playing with candles, looking contented.

Yang He watched with trepidation and found that Nezha still knew his limits and was at least not a complete naughty child.

This actually scared the black cat so much that its hair stood on end due to stress.

"Brother, I put all the food next to you."

The dozen or so remaining tonic strips were stacked in a row. Nezha would take a bite from time to time, and soon he could hear snoring.

“It’s hard to raise a child.”

Yang He took out some incense and lit it, and took advantage of his free time to practice.

The glazed membrane slowly took shape, and without Nezha's interference, the first complete layer of glazed membrane was finally produced on the second day.

During this period, the official positions were already filled, but only ten immortals came.

The three evil cushions were still empty.

Yang He glanced over and noticed that King Zhou was sitting in the first seat. Judging from his appearance, he did not look like the foolish and incompetent king described in The Investiture of the Gods at all.

King Zhou sat on the cushion almost motionless.

Yang He immediately discovered that behind King Zhou were Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu, and the two young princes were sitting in the third row with the ministers.

He looked at the prince a few more times and had a vague premonition.

If I come across a story involving Chaoge, I might have a chance to play the role of a Shang prince. I have the impression that both of them seem to be on the list.

The generals of the Shang Dynasty are in the last two rows, and there are actually quite a few talented people among them.

Apart from Li Jing, who looked like someone who owed money to others, there were four burly generals who stood out even when they were squatting.

"The four generals of the Demon Family must be at least six or seven meters tall, right? Just by looking at their appearance, we can tell that they are fierce men."

Yang He muttered to himself while eating melons and looking around with Nezha. As a good young man who knew a little about The Investiture of the Gods, he felt like he was a guest on a reality show at the festival.

At this time, a clear female voice came from the side.

"Do you recognize the four generals of the Demon Family?"

Yang He took a subconscious look and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

The person sitting on the cushion beside him was none other than the Living Buddha's nominal senior sister, Fairy Guanghan. She was wearing a light veil, her skin glowing with light, but she did not have the characteristics of a statue. "Yang He, you really recognized me."

"hiss……"

Nezha stood in front of Yang He to protect him, with a grin on his face.

"Yang He, I thought the living immortal was your incarnation, but I didn't expect that there is no connection at all. Interesting. Why did you take the risk to help him take a seat?"

"I took it for his heart. I can't just leave it there."

"hehe."

Fairy Guanghan covered her mouth and smiled, "Yang He, you have a good character. If you are willing to become a disciple of Nuwa, it will not be difficult to become a disciple of the saint."

"I am already a disciple of the Chan Sect."

"kindness."

Fairy Guanghan no longer paid attention to Yang He and started to meditate with her eyes closed.

Yang He was deeply suspicious that the girl statue in the main hall was the incarnation of the fairy Guanghan, who was indeed a disciple of Nuwa in the original work.

The next day and night remained peaceful.

The whole city of Chaoge was singing praises for the coming of Nuwa. The streets and alleys were filled with people. Babies stopped crying and looked longing.

Correspondingly, countless ghosts and monsters are also partying.

Just as the sun sets and the moon rises.

The sun and the moon are in the sky, accompanied by twinkling stars, and time seems to stand still.

Yang He embraced Nezha without caring about damaging his yang fire, staring at the main hall with heavy breathing, and even Fairy Guanghan opened her eyes.

I only heard a voice singing, which seemed to come from between heaven and earth, and it sounded like human speech.

"Lead all the people in the country to respectfully prepare the three kinds of animals, five kinds of grains, sweet wine, fragrant fruits and other offerings, and respectfully offer them to the Holy Mother Nuwa."

Yang He's scalp tingled. If he was not mistaken, the voice was exactly the same as that of the old woman in Nuwa's Taoist temple. An evil spirit presiding over a festival? ! !

Thick smoke suddenly billowed out of the incense burner on the altar.

In the blink of an eye, thick smoke enveloped Chaoge.

Even with his psychic vision, Yang He found the thick smoke difficult to see through.

"The Holy Mother Nuwa, whose merits are unparalleled, molded the clay into human beings, endowed the world with a form, and opened the prelude to the reproduction of humanity. She also refined stones to mend the sky and fill the gaps in the universe..."

Yang He swallowed his saliva, and the Fairy Guanghan beside him disappeared again.

Taiyi Zhenren's words rang in his ears, "Keep calm, the way the saint walked to the altar can be seen directly and comprehended."

Boom!
dong dong! !
The main hall was shaking violently.

Immediately afterwards, countless evil spirits gathered outside the Nuwa Palace.

Giant eyeballs of twenty or thirty meters in length approached the main hall; overwhelming human-headed ghosts were suspended in the air, and a large number of twisted hands and feet clung to the courtyard walls.

Yang He had never seen a scene of a group of ghosts boiling in the main world.

Snapped.

The main hall door opened.

Nuwa, who looked exactly like the statue of the deity, appeared at the door, her manners as gentle as jade, and her every move showing endless kindness.

The Dao rhyme formed an extremely mysterious halo behind Nuwa's head, surrounded by the light of the sun and the moon.

The statue of the girl and the ten statues of boys lag behind by half a step, and their walking movements seem a little stiff.

It was completely different from what Yang He had imagined.

Although he didn't think Nuwa could be defined as evil, it was definitely not such a normal image. Instead, it felt unreal.

Unless the Nuwa in front of us is not the true body of the saint at all?
Before Yang He had time to investigate further, Nuwa actually looked at the cushion where she was sitting, nodded slightly, and murmured something.

Blessing is coming!

(End of this chapter)