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Chapter 404 A Rice Cake That Even the Great Sage Feels Is Too Hot to Handle

The Flaming Mountain is a vast area, but the only thing that can truly be called the Flaming Mountain is the ring-shaped mountain that Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace smashed down from the Tushita Palace in the Heaven of Separation and Hatred.

The heat from the Flaming Mountain radiated outwards in all directions from the point of impact at the center.

Red Boy cultivated in the Flaming Mountain for three hundred years and mastered the Samadhi True Fire. The Six Ding Divine Fire that came down from the sky in the Eight Trigrams Furnace was what Red Boy wanted to use to refine a magical weapon from the Six Ding Divine Fire that remained in the core of the Flaming Mountain.

"Uncle Lu, please have some cake."

Red Boy respectfully placed a steaming hot rice cake in front of him by the roadside.

"Where did you get these pastries?"

He reached out and picked up a rice cake wrapped in paper from the roadside and asked Red Boy a question.

“There are many families on the edge of the Flaming Mountains. Because of the special temperature here, some people grow fruits and medicinal herbs here, and over time a market has formed.”

Red Boy explained, his eyes fixed on the hands by the roadside.

He bought some freshly steamed rice cakes, so hot that he could barely hold them. He eagerly returned to offer them to the roadside vendor, just wanting to see how hot they looked when the rice cakes burned his hands.

"Isn't it hot?" Red Boy asked.

"How hot is this? Why should I be afraid of getting burned?" someone on the roadside wondered.

"..."

Red Boy's face was full of disbelief until he saw the person by the roadside calmly stuffing a steaming rice cake into their mouth and eating it. Only then did he truly believe that what the person by the roadside had said to him was serious.

"Why?" Red Boy asked, puzzled.

"Why are you asking why? I find that strange. Why do you think the rice cake is too hot to handle?"

"Can't you breathe Samadhi Fire? If you have fire inside your body, why would you be afraid of getting burned?"

"These are completely different things!" Red Boy hurriedly retorted.

"How can they be two different things?" someone asked from the roadside.

"Even the Monkey King would scald this freshly baked rice cake!" Red Boy exclaimed.

"Then what's the principle behind it?" Lu Bian looked at Red Boy's face and observed his expression.

"...!!"

Red Boy's entire face turned red.

He assumed that the person by the roadside was a highly skilled martial artist and a senior in the cultivation world, but he turned out to be completely ignorant of the issues that lay on that foundation.
They're clearly just teasing the kids again!

You really act like it!
Red Boy was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Okay! I'm not going to talk about this anymore!"

Red Boy made a hand seal and walked into the core of the Flaming Mountain to begin refining his unique magic weapon, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

He shook his head silently by the roadside.

He really doesn't understand.

I don't understand a bit.

The path of cultivation is completely inaccessible to Lu Bian, who believes he has an extremely serious cognitive impairment.

He possesses the Dao fruit of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and the Golden Immortal of Taiyi, but when you hand him a freshly baked rice cake, he finds it too hot to handle and has to switch it between his left and right hands.

Freshly baked rice cakes possess a certain mysterious property, representing the power of humanity in the Three Realms.

No one on the roadside could detect this mysterious power, nor were they affected by it.

The power of the cultivation system is too idealistic, and Lu Bian often felt out of place in this world.

Perhaps it was because I didn't believe in the existence of any magical powers from the bottom of my soul that the strange power of this mythical world had a significantly weakened influence on me.

Lu Bian pondered this question, but there were always parts that didn't make sense, so he eventually gave up trying. Excessively dwelling on the existence of the world only stifles one's own existence.

Red Boy was completely focused on forging his magical weapon, and his attention to the outside world had greatly decreased. If someone were to take advantage of this opportunity to attack Red Boy, he would surely die.

The reason why Red Boy wasn't allowed to come to the Flaming Mountain alone to refine magical artifacts was for this reason. The roadside figure was there both to keep an eye on Red Boy and prevent him from acting recklessly, and to protect him from outsiders harboring evil intentions. Without the golden headband, the roadside figure used a thin stick to command Red Boy to obey him.

Hitting a child's Chengshan acupoint on their calf with a thin stick can help them grow taller; if a child is frightened by being hit, hitting the Huantiao acupoint on their buttocks with a thin stick can draw the fire downwards; hitting a child's palm with a thin stick can relieve heart fire, as the Laogong and Shaofu acupoints are located there.

Red Boy had never been beaten like this before. The roadside help relieved a lot of Red Boy's anger, which was more effective than Red Boy's sparring with Muzha.

The anger that Red Boy had been hiding was completely vented after he was beaten up by the roadside. When he talked to people, he started to reason with them seriously and no longer thought that he would fight with people if he couldn't win an argument.

……

Nezha rode the cloud at top speed towards the South Heavenly Gate, but before he even reached it, he encountered the person he wanted to see.

Nezha encountered Erlang Shen Yang Jian on the way.

"Second brother, why are you here?"

"Because I'm waiting for you," Erlang Shen said to Nezha.

"wait for me?"

"Didn't you ask me to help you subdue the demon?" Erlang Shen smiled as he looked at Chenxiang.

"Second brother, why are you being so proactive today?"

Nezha became suspicious, thinking that the Erlang Shen in front of him was not Erlang Shen, but a demon in disguise.

As for how the demons knew that I was going to exorcise them, there must have been an inside informant.

There are no secrets in the Three Realms, and it's difficult to keep a conversation between a few people completely confidential. There are always some powerful beings who can overhear things without anyone noticing.

For example, Di Ting, the mount of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, can hear all sounds in the three realms, including sounds from the past. As long as someone has spoken, Di Ting can hear it.

Nezha pulled out an object from behind him that looked like the sun, which immediately blinded Erlang Shen's three eyes. Then Erlang Shen felt his head sink, as if he had been hit by a heavy object.

Yang Jian lost his footing and fell off the cloud on the spot, while Nezha's lips curled up in a smile.

"Hmph, it really is a demon in disguise."

"If he were the real Second Brother, he wouldn't have been dealt with by me like this..."

Nezha put away the pure gold brick. It was the first time he had used the gold brick given to him by the Peacock King Bodhisattva, and it was indeed very handy.

Nezha did not turn back to kill the demon who had "deceived" him, but instead hurried to the Heavenly Realm to invite the "real" Erlang Shen.

Yang Jian fell into the forest, lying among broken tree branches, seeing stars. The Meishan brothers chased after him from afar and arrived in front of him.

"Big brother!"

"Big Brother!!"

"Big brother, are you alright?!"

"Big brother, that Nezha kid is being unreasonable!"

"It's alright, I'm fine..." Yang Jian waved his hand.

The Meishan brothers helped Yang Jian up, their eyes filled with concern.

“Brother, you’re still so laid-back at a time like this. You should start to get anxious!” Dai Li said to Yang Jian.

"It's alright."

"I just didn't expect my body to be so sluggish." Yang Jian straightened his clothes and flew towards Mount Futu.

"Brother, why don't you try one more time?" Chang Hao asked.

"The will of Heaven cannot be defied," Yang Jian said calmly.

"The Third Prince will only be inviting Erlang Shen, who lives in the Heavenly Court, not me, Yang Jian, who lives in the mortal realm."