Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

Chapter 125 A Model of Filial Piety! [First Update, Please Read On]

Huang Mei breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands, saying, "Master, you are magnanimous."

Xuan Du waved his hand: "Have some tea."

Huang Mei silently lowered his arms and picked up his teacup: "I offer this tea in place of wine to show my respect for the Venerable Master's magnanimity."

Xuan Du chuckled, but said nothing more, simply picking up his teacup.

at the same time.

In the nine heavens.

Inside the Heavenly King's Mansion.

With a pale face and weak breath, Li Jing summoned Mu Zha into the room and even deliberately coughed heavily twice in front of him.

Since leaving Wanzishan, Muzha had essentially cut off all contact with the outside world, and therefore was unaware of Li Jing's assassination attempt. Upon seeing this, he hurriedly asked with concern, "Father, what happened to you?"

Li Jing's eyes reddened, his face grave: "In Baoxiang Kingdom, at Wanzishan, I encountered a meticulously planned ambush and nearly died there!"

Mu Zha immediately frowned: "Who did this?"

Unlike his third brother, he and Jinzha both had a very good relationship with their father, and were considered blood relatives.

Li Jing lowered his eyes and said, "Although the other party is masked, he is wielding a long spear and also has a gold brick."

Wei Zha: "

""

The anger melted away like ice and snow in an instant.

Long spear, gold brick —

If another red ribbon were added, it would be enough to pinpoint someone.

"This time it didn't work, but what about next time? You can't expect to be able to guard against thieves a thousand days a year if you're a thief yourself."

In the eerie silence, Li Jing spoke again: "Therefore, this matter must not be left unresolved!"

Mu Zha silently licked his lips and asked softly, "So, what does Father mean?"

"Your eldest brother is mediocre and dull-witted. He's alright as a military general or a protector, but he can't do anything that requires thinking. Muzha, you're the only one your father can count on."

Li Jing suddenly grabbed Mu Zha's hand, his face full of pleading.

Mu Zha immediately replied, "Father, please speak your thoughts or instructions. I will do my best to fulfill them for you."

"Good boy."

Li Jing was moved to tears and immediately said, "I hope you can start with Nezha and uncover the truth for me, so that this murder case will not become an unsolved mystery, and so that your father will not live in the shadow of death every day in the future."

Mu Zha: "————"

The Thirty-Three Heavens.

Inside the Tushita Palace.

Not daring to linger in the heavens, Huang Mei silently rose and took his leave after drinking three cups of tea.

Master Xuandu was aware of his concerns, so he did not try to persuade him to stay. Instead, he took the Golden and Silver Boys and escorted him to the door, which was quite a show of respect.

Huang Mei appreciated the compliment and praised the Grand Master, saying, "The Grand Master truly deserves to be the foremost second-generation disciple of the Xuanmen. His personal charisma far surpasses that of any Xuanmen immortal cultivator I have ever met."

"Personal charisma?" Xuan Du pondered this new term carefully, a hint of doubt and a smile on his face.

Huang Mei said, "It is the sum of characteristics such as personality, temperament, and ability. The higher one's personal charm, the more popular and admired one will be in a group."

Xuan Du's doubts were completely dispelled, and he laughed heartily: "You're quick-witted, eloquent, and your words are always so pleasant to hear. Your personal charm is quite remarkable!"

Huang Mei couldn't help but chuckle: "If we keep going, it'll turn into mutual flattery. Grand Master, I'll take my leave."

"Mutual praise in business, that's quite a clever phrase."

Xuan Du smiled and waved: "That's all for now, take care, and keep in touch."

A short while later.

Huang Mei descended from the Thirty-Third Heaven all the way to the Ninth Heaven, only to see Nezha riding on his Wind-Fire Wheels, constantly traveling through various parts of the Ninth Heaven, clearly looking for something.

After hesitating for a moment, he appeared in front of the other person and asked curiously, "Third Prince, what are you doing?"

Nezha paused, raised his eyes, and laughed, "Looking for shit."

Huang Mei: "???"

What the heck?

court death?

Seeing his bewildered expression, Nezha further explained, "It's excrement."

Instead of realizing what was happening, Huang Mei's expression became even stranger: "What do you want with this?"

Nezha suppressed a laugh and said, "Isn't my father ill? As his son, how could I not show my support?"

Therefore, I consulted many medical books and found a medicinal soup called Huanglong Tang, which requires a large amount of aged feces as a raw material.

Huang Mei: "————"

Wow—what a filial son!

The mighty God of the Three Altars and the Seas did not mind the filth and stench of collecting excrement, just to make excrement soup for his elderly father to nourish his body and mind. He is truly a model of filial piety.

Thinking of this, he felt he couldn't remain indifferent, so he said, "Third Prince, this thing is extremely rare in the Immortal Realm and not easy to find, but there are many in the mortal world."

Nezha said with a helpless expression, "I know, but ever since the assassination attempt on the king, all celestial officials who descend to the mortal realm must register and explain the reason for their descent."

Huang Mei pursed her lips and said, "Then shall I help you?"

Nezha's eyes lit up: "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

"Hey—don't talk about trouble. I'll help you today, and you'll help me in the future. That's how friendship is built up little by little," Huang Mei said, waving his hand.

Nezha was overjoyed: "Alright, I'll wait for you here!"

"I'll be right back," Huang Mei said, and quickly descended to the mortal realm.

However, after coming to the human world, he couldn't bear to personally clean up excrement.

He then found two minor demons in the mountains, and in his capacity as an immortal, he took out a few pills as payment. He then ordered them to collect two large buckets of relevant medicinal materials from the city-state. Without even opening the lids to inspect them, he carried the buckets and went to heaven.

"Third Prince, I have fulfilled my mission. Shall you inspect the goods?"

Huang Mei went straight back to the original position and raised the wooden bucket in his hand.

Upon smelling the pungent odor, Nezha immediately held his breath: "No need to test it, I can tell it's top-grade just by smelling it. Yellow Eyebrows, thanks."

"It was just a small favor."

Huang Mei handed the wooden bucket to the other person and said with a smile, "Go and refine medicine. I should also go down to the mortal realm."

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"I'll treat you to a drink later," Nezha said with a bright smile.

A short while later.

After bidding farewell to the kind-hearted Huang Mei, Nezha carried the raw materials back to Yunlou Palace and Bi'ou Pavilion, where he immediately began refining them.

To make it easier to eat, he even added some deodorizing ingredients, showing how thoughtful he was.

"Third brother, third brother—"

After an unknown amount of time, calls suddenly came from outside the Bi'ou Pavilion.

Nezha quickly bottled the Yellow Dragon Soup, stuffed it into his sleeve, and strode out of the courtyard gate: "Second Brother, what brings you here?"

"I went home for a bit and stopped by to see you," Muzha replied.

Nezha said, "I see. Second Brother, please come in."

Mu Zha nodded with a smile, but upon entering, he smelled a sour, foul odor: "Third brother, what's that smell?"

Nezha blinked, then suddenly took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and said seriously, "It smells like medicine. I heard that my father was seriously injured, so I quickly flipped through medical books to find a prescription to restore his vitality, and I actually found one."

After much painstaking research and refinement, we finally managed to create this Yellow Dragon Soup.

Second brother, please give this to Father for me when you go back. I hope it will convey my sentiments and ease the tension between us.

Mu Zha's smile paused slightly.

Has the sun risen in the west?

Or has the third brother truly let go of the grudges from back then?