Chapter 84 Li Jing, please be more careful
Master Taiyi stroked his beard and muttered a few words.
The strong Yin Qi acted on Nezha, and the latter's figure became stable, but there was a slender umbilical cord dragging around his belly button.
The other end of the umbilical cord was connected to Mrs. Yin, and it was obvious that Nezha was just visiting temporarily.
"Although you brothers are not from the same mother and father, you are closely related. From now on, you should support each other in practice and strive to become immortals as soon as possible."
Nezha blinked his eyes, not showing his intelligence, but showing some kindness.
Yang He also felt inexplicably friendly.
He saluted Nezha and his party, "Junior brother Yang He has met senior brother."
In The Romance of the Gods, Nezha's length is not low, and many stories even revolve around Nezha. In Yang He's view, his senior brother is one of the keys to explaining the religion and entering the world.
Yang He didn't mind hugging Nezha's thigh tightly, and he could rely on it for many allusions in the future.
"Ey."
Nezha was circling around Yang He's body. As long as his hands and feet came into contact with the latter, severe pain would occur in his skin and flesh, and bruises would appear on the surface.
"Don't fool around, Lingzhuzi. Your junior brother is about to live a long life. If you let him have some shortcomings, he will easily miss this opportunity."
Taiyi Zhenren is called Lingzhuzi, mainly because Nezha has not yet determined his name.
Nezha stopped walking and then moved closer to Yang He's feet.
The black cat was so frightened that his hair exploded.
Nezha has not yet been born, but he is already comparable to ordinary ghosts. A black cat and a weak ghost may be driven away after just one or two contact.
"Senior brother."
Yang He quickly took out the big patch, and Nezha took it and started to eat it.
"Yang Hetuer, I will leave the spirit beads to your care."
"Huh?"
Taiyi Zhenren raised his eyes to look at the dark sky, and counted with his fingers, "Let's go, it's time to enter Nuwa Palace and wait for the arrival of the saint."
After that, he slowly walked away from the Li family's mansion.
Yang He hesitated for a few seconds, then summoned his ghost hands to pick up Nezha and followed Master Taiyi.
As the sun sets, the streets and alleys are enveloped in a warm afterglow, the sound of gongs and drums continues, and there are parades everywhere.
Because the Nuwa Empress is half human and half evil spirit after all, many people in the street parade deliberately dressed up as evil spirits with bodies and snake tails.
At the same time, the number of demons and monsters is obviously increasing.
The entire Chaoge City is a completely bizarre scene.
The two walked into the Nuwa Palace. All the palaces were lit by candlelight, and the 107 statues of Nuwa showed various indescribable flaws.
Yang He was deeply frightened.
What kind of world could be so absurd?
Two people and one ghost came outside the main hall, and the altar had been decorated.
There is a low desk in front of the futon, with the four treasures of the study and a candle.
The dignitaries took their seats one after another, half-kneeling on the futon to pray to Nuwa for her grace.
Yang He noticed that the futons were divided into three areas. The one directly in front of the altar had the largest number of futons, with two to three hundred. The one on the left had forty, and the one on the right had three.
"Crack, click, click."
Nezha danced excitedly and pulled the five fingers of the ghost hand hard.
Taiyi Zhenren explained: "The front of the altar is for Chaoge officials. Emperor Xin will sit at the top. On the left is the immortal of the two religions, and on the right is...hehehe, evil spirits."
How could Yang He not guess that out of the 107 Nuwa statues, only three would remain as members of the Nuwa clan, most likely the three demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb.
The nine-tailed fox spirit, the nine-headed pheasant spirit, and the jade pipa spirit.
"You two are not qualified to sit down."
Master Taiyi chuckled and said, "That's why my master arranged for you, my disciple, to be guarded in four palaces in exchange for the opportunity to visualize the true appearance of the saint from the outside. You turned out to be pretty good."
"Disciple, you died to suppress the statue of Nuwa, and Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu also valued you and gave you a position."
Yang He suddenly realized that he wanted to sit at the same table with an immortal?
Master Taiyi said solemnly: "But you two are indeed ordinary people. It is easy to go crazy when facing the saint. You must work together." Yang He looked at Nezha, who was twirling the little finger of the ghost hand.
"Master, do you mean that if we two are together, we can barely be considered immortals?"
"Yeah."
Yang He smiled and said: "Thank you, master and brother."
"Remember to keep an eye on your senior brother and don't let him run around."
"Wait."
Yang He's smile froze, "Master, aren't you visualizing with us?"
"Don't you see the position ranking?"
Taiyi Zhenren stretched out his hand and pointed, "The first row is the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, as well as the saints of the two religions. The second and third rows are the masters and other true immortals. Disciples, you must be in the last row."
Yang He's scalp was numb and he asked: "Master, will the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors come too?"
Master Taiyi looked a little helpless, "Of course I won't come, but it is a courtesy to leave a place. Even the immortals invited are only a few."
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He sighed and said: "Hey, you kid, go back to Qianyuan Mountain and read more of the Buddhist scriptures."
Yang He laughed dryly a few times, and Nezha imitated the dry laughter.
Master Taiyi shook his head, turned into a escaping light and fell into the second row of futons.
At this time, only a few figures were seated, and they did not say hello to each other, or in other words, their eyes had already crossed each other.
Yang He glanced at it with his peripheral vision.
Even if the immortal didn't cover it up, he couldn't form an impression in his mind.
"Enlightenment among a group of big guys is full of pressure."
Yang He quickly found his futon in the last position. There was a nameplate on the desk with the word "Corpse Immortal" engraved on it.
"Ey."
Nezha waved his arms wildly, and the candle fell directly on his palm.
He took a bite of the candle and couldn't help but spit it out, then threw it away in anger, turned around and continued to smack the little finger of the ghost hand.
"My head hurts, senior brother, please be more careful."
Yang He straightened the candles and saw officials taking their seats one after another.
He noticed that Wen Zhong was standing at the door of the main hall looking at the statue of Nuwa, so he moved to express his thanks. After all, his worldliness might be of great use in the future.
"Master."
When Wen Zhong saw Yang He, he guessed what the latter was thinking, "There is no need to thank you. Even if you don't suppress the statue of Nuwa, Yang He, you have sacrificed your life to save one or two hundred people from dying during the renovation of the temple."
"Grand Master, it's only right that I can contribute my small amount to the festival."
Yang He did not dare to disturb Wen Zhong and returned to his seat after chatting for a few words.
As a result, halfway through, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
Coming with murderous intent.
Yang He frowned slightly, and Nezha also showed his fangs vigilantly.
He looked around and saw a middle-aged general glaring angrily, full of evil aura, and the sword on his waist had been faintly unsheathed.
When the middle-aged general saw that Yang He seemed to be familiar with Wen Zhong, he took back his sword and said angrily to others: "How dignified are you?!"
"Nu Wa's birthday is a saint's festival, but she brought evil spirits into the temple."
Yang He recognized the identity of the middle-aged general at a glance, Chentangguan Li Jing.
"Hiss..."
Nezha felt Li Jing's malice, and his expression was arrogant.
Perhaps father and son were destined not to deal with each other. Nezha came all the way, invisible to the naked eye, and turned a blind eye to the monks.
Li Jing is the only one who wants to get rid of Nezha.
Yang He's eyes twitched. When Nezha is born in two years, Chentangguan will not be at peace.
(End of chapter)