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Chapter 413 Etiquette for a Nephew Meeting His Uncle

Where is the agarwood?

The celestial hound quieted down, but it was still baring its teeth at the roadside, maintaining its aggressive stance.

"Yes, you're Erlang Shen, not Yang Erlang, right? I've met you once, but you gave me the impression of being a gentle person," said the man by the roadside.

"You already know?" Erlang Shen looked at the roadside.

"I know a little bit about it," the roadside man replied.

"If I tell you where Chenxiang is, what will you do to him?" the roadside asked.

"Nurture him to become a talent," Erlang Shen replied.

"What makes someone successful?" someone on the roadside asked.

“Becoming a righteous god in the heavens is true success,” Erlang Shen replied.

"Are there that many empty seats in the heavens?"

The conversation between Erlang Shen and the monk on the roadside, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, left everyone else unaware of the true situation.

Nezha was a little nervous.

Since Lu Bian was also one of his helpers in dealing with the three demon kings, it seems that Erlang Shen and Lu Bian are about to fight.

“There weren’t so many gods in heaven in the past. The Jade Emperor appointed many, and gradually the number of gods increased,” Erlang Shen said.

"I still want to ask, where is the Agarwood Man?"

"Chenxiang, he was taken to the Netherworld by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to cultivate," the roadside replied.

"Chenxiang became a disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian, and the Victorious Fighting Buddha was also considered half a master to him. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also thought highly of Chenxiang."

Erlang Shen laughed when he heard the story about Chenxiang told to him by the roadside.

"In that case, we will entrust the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom of Xiniu Hezhou to Chenxiang. His merit in pacifying Xiniu Hezhou is enough to warrant a title from Heaven," Erlang Shen said.

"Third Prince, wait for me a moment, I'm going to the underworld to find Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

“…” Nezha sighed.

Nezha looked at his younger sister, Li Zhenying; his family was also making similar plans.

Nezha had absolutely no reason to stop Erlang Shen.

Erlang Shen rushed into the underworld, and after questioning King Yama, he found Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva at the very bottom of the eighteen levels of hell.

“Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I have come to ask you for my nephew.”

The Di Ting Ring is beside Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Di Ting, nicknamed "Nine Unlikes," resembles a giant white dog with its two ears standing upright, listening to the changes in the three realms, and possessing canine loyalty.

The black-haired Howling Celestial Dog encountered the white-haired Di Ting, and both dogs silently observed each other.

“Chenxiang is currently cultivating in the thirteenth level of hell,” said Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, his palms clasped together.

"Is he alone in the Blood Sea Hell?" Erlang Shen asked.

“The Clean Altar Messenger is also accompanying us,” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva replied.

"Pigsy..."

Erlang Shen's expression turned serious.

"Won't that pig corrupt my nephew?" Erlang Shen said seriously.

How do we define good and bad things?

“This may be a good thing for Chenxiang, but it is a bad thing for you, Erlang Shen,” said Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Anything that violates the rules and regulations of Heaven is a bad thing," Erlang Shen said coldly.

"……Um."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could only nod.

The Heavenly Laws and Rules are cold and indifferent; they are the underlying logic that maintains the operation of the Three Realms.

Erlang Shen saw clearly the decay of the entire world.

Every detail of the world's operation requires the intervention and maintenance of gods and immortals. Without the protection of the gods in the Heavenly Court, the Three Realms would collapse.

The Three Realms and Four Continents have lost their natural functioning. If the Sun Goddess Xihe were to lie still and not work, the sun would hang in the sky forever, or it would never rise again; if the Twelve Earthly Branches were to skip their shifts, the twelve months of the year would be in chaos; if the Thunder Department did not take turns on duty, and the Rain Department did not work overtime, there would be no thunder or rain on earth; if the souls of the dead were not taken to the underworld by the soul-collecting messengers to enter the six realms of reincarnation, they would remain on earth as wandering ghosts…

The Three Realms are in ruins, while the Heavenly Court is patching things up.

So, who made the Three Realms into what they are today?
It started when someone was unwilling to accept the natural cycle of life and death.

The method of achieving immortality disrupts the laws of life and death, and the transformation of animals into monsters further disrupts the cycle of reincarnation.

The initial destroyer took responsibility; whichever natural law he broke, he had to restore its operation.

The night sky is full of stars. Someone wanted to become a star, and so he became a star.

……

When Erlang Shen entered the Blood Sea Hell, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva accurately delivered him to the side of Chenxiang and Zhu Bajie.

The eighteen levels of hell belong to other dimensions, and the sea of ​​blood is boundless. If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hadn't given Ming Erlang Zhenjun Chenxiang his coordinates, he would never have been able to find Chenxiang in the sea of ​​blood hell.

Erlang Shen emerged from the sea of ​​blood, and upon seeing him, Zhu Bajie and Chenxiang tacitly picked up their weapons together.

"This time it's your uncle, my dear nephew!"

"I think you've been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you?" Pigsy said to Chenxiang.

"Uncle Bajie, you can rest well over here this time."

Chenxiang gripped the purple-gold beam tightly, leaped up, and delivered a powerful jumping slash to Erlang Shen.

The two were more than ten meters apart. When Chenxiang raised the Zijin Liang and chopped it down, the beam stretched to twenty meters!

The three-pointed double-edged sword instantly appeared in Erlang Shen's hand, and Erlang Shen blocked Chenxiang's chopping staff.

Erlang Shen's face was cold. He hadn't expected that Chenxiang would be so impolite when he saw him. Sure enough, he had learned bad habits from Zhu Bajie.

"Nephew, what a fine demeanor you have! You've captured seven-tenths of your elder brother's spirit!" Pigsy exclaimed, clapping his hands in admiration.

Chenxiang reached behind his waist and pulled out a mountain-splitting axe, retracting the extended purple-gold beam.

The axe cleaved down again at Erlang Shen, who was holding a three-pointed double-edged sword to block.

The mountain-splitting axe transformed into a giant axe several tens of feet long, its power unstoppable.

"What!!"

Erlang Shen blocked Chenxiang's axe, which was aimed at him. Chenxiang turned around and swung the axe down again, transforming himself into a giant axe and displaying his power.

Erlang Shen was first surprised that the Mountain-Splitting Axe was in Chenxiang's hands and not Yang Erlang's. He was also surprised that Chenxiang could awaken the power of the Mountain-Splitting Axe. But what surprised him even more was that... Chenxiang used the Mountain-Splitting Axe to chop at himself eight times, bending the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword.

The axe split the sea of ​​blood, and facing his aggressive nephew, Erlang Shen began to feel the pressure.

"Howling Celestial Dog, go!"

A black greyhound rushed out from behind Erlang Shen's cloak, moving as fast as a black lightning bolt.

Chenxiang reacted extremely quickly, and the Purple Gold Beam instantly thinned out a bit. He then unleashed a ten-hit combo of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique on Xiaotian Dog, causing Xiaotian Dog to scream in agony.

Erlang Shen rushed forward and grabbed Chenxiang's Purple Gold Beam before Chenxiang could stab the Dendrobium officinale with his stick.

The Zijin Liang was quite heavy, weighing the same as the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff). After Erlang Shen sensed this, he began to appreciate the agarwood.

"Trying to take my weapon?"

As Chenxiang released his magnetic field power, the bluish-white electric dragon coiled on the purple-gold beam became scorching hot, and Erlang Shen immediately released his grip.

"Nephew! Watch out behind you!!" Pigsy shouted anxiously.

"behind?"

Chenxiang looked back and saw the Six-Eared Macaque's mangled body standing on the sea of ​​blood, fully clad, with the Sui Xin Iron Staff across his shoulder.

The six-eared, broken body tilted its head, sizing up Chenxiang and Erlang Shen.

The Iron Rod of the Will-Free Spirit instantly extended more than fifty meters, its dark red light emanating like magma, and it swept Erlang Shen away on the spot.

"monkey!?"

After being struck by the stick, Erlang Shen was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Who else could pull out that staff with such grace and elegance, but the Monkey King, Sun Wukong?
"This is hilarious!! They managed to hide here without anyone knowing!"

Erlang Shen dragged his three-pointed, double-edged sword toward the mangled remains of the Six-Eared Macaque.

(End of this chapter)