Chapter 85 Nuwa’s blessing
Nezha was ready to teach Li Jing a lesson, but Yang Helian dragged him back to his seat.
At this time, there were seven or eight figures sitting cross-legged, but most of the immortals couldn't figure out their origins and could only detect the gazes directed at them.
"Fellow Taoist Taiyi, the disciples of Qianyuan Mountain are indeed very qualified."
"Hehehe, my disciple is just a natural immortal body."
There are also voices that can't help but suppress Taiyi Zhenren's arrogance.
"Ghost babies have a lot of bad luck, and they will inevitably experience many catastrophes after they are born. As for the corpse baby, it is right to have an immortal body, but the method of carving out corpses is a heresy after all, and it is difficult to become a golden immortal in the future."
Master Taiyi smiled and said nothing, too lazy to explain the mystery of Yang He's immortal body.
At this time, the Conferred God War had not yet begun. At least on the surface, the two sects of Chanjie were in harmony with each other, but there was already a smell of gunpowder in their words.
Yang He couldn't hear the tense situation among the immortals, and he didn't want to show his presence.
Whenever someone stumbles him, he can't bear it. It's only right to sit in a corner and contemplate the opportunity, waiting for the allusion to be completed.
"Ey."
Nezha felt deeply uncomfortable in the face of the scrutiny, and his yin energy surged all over his body.
Yang He quickly comforted 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 bear the terror of the saint's arrival."
Nezha is heartless and his actions are all based on happiness and anger.
Yang He teased Nezha for a long time, and the latter gradually became unwilling to be trapped in the palm of the ghost.
"Brother, let's make an agreement 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 seconds and realized that it was unrealistic to restrain Nezha all the time. He was afraid that the aura of ghost hands would attract the attention of Empress Nuwa.
The ghost's hand was released, and Nezha was lying on the desk playing with the candle, looking very contented.
Yang He observed with fear and found that Nezha still knew how to measure things, at least he was not a complete naughty child.
It frightened the black cat so much that his hair exploded during the whole process.
"Brother, I left all the food beside you."
There were only a dozen pieces of large patchwork left in a row. Nezha ate a few bites of them as he had nothing to do. After a while, he started snoring.
“It’s so hard to raise children.”
Yang He took out the incense candle, lit it, and took advantage of his free time to practice meditation.
The glass film slowly formed, without Nezha's interference, and finally the first complete layer of glass film was born the next day.
During this period, the official seats were filled, but only ten immortals came.
Xie Sui's three futons were still empty.
Yang He glanced over and noticed that King Zhou was sitting at the top. Just looking at the surface, he didn't look like the mediocre person in Fengshen Yanyi at all.
King Zhou sat on the futon almost motionless.
Yang He immediately discovered that behind King Zhou were Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu, and the two young princes were in the third row alongside the ministers.
He glanced at the prince a few more times and had a vague premonition.
If you come across an allusion involving Chaoge, you might have the opportunity to play the role of the prince of Dashang. In my mind, both of them seemed to be on the list.
The generals of Dashang are in the last two rows, and there are actually many capable people and strangers.
Apart from Li Jing, who looked like someone who owed money, there were four burly generals who stood out even when they were squatting.
"The fourth general of the Demon Family is at least six or seven meters tall, right? You can tell he is a fierce man just by his appearance."
Yang He muttered as he ate melon with Nezha and looked around. As a young man who knew a little about the romance of the gods, he had the illusion of being 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 subconsciously took a look and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
The person sitting on the futon next to him is none other than the Living Buddha's nominal senior sister, Fairy Guanghan. The latter is dressed in a light veil, with a little bit of light on her skin, but does not have the characteristics of a statue. "Yang He, you really recognize me."
"Hiss..."
Nezha stood in front of Yang He protectively, making a grinning expression.
"Yang He, I thought the living immortal was your incarnation, but I didn't expect it to be unrelated. It's interesting. Why take the risk to help him sit down?"
"This junior is his heart, and it is impossible to leave it alone after taking it away."
"Haha."
Fairy Guanghan covered her mouth and smiled, "Yang He, you have a good nature. If you are willing to join Nuwa's sect, it will not be difficult to become a disciple of the saint."
"This junior is already a disciple of Chanjiao."
"Yeah."
Fairy Guanghan ignored Yang He and closed her eyes to sit up and meditate.
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Yang He was deeply suspicious. The virgin in the main hall looked like the incarnation of Fairy Guanghan, who was indeed a disciple of Nuwa in the original work.
The next day and night remained peaceful.
Chaoge The whole city was singing praises for the arrival of Nuwa. The streets and alleys were filled with people, and the babies stopped crying and showed longing on their faces.
Correspondingly, countless demons and monsters were also having a carnival.
Just as the sun sets and the moon rises.
The sun and moon are in the sky, accompanied by the stars, and time seems to have stopped.
Yang He ignored the possibility of damaging the Yanghuo surrounding Nezha and stared at the main hall with heavy breathing. Fairy Guanghan even opened her eyes.
I just heard a voice singing, as if it came from heaven and earth, not like human words.
"We gathered together the common people in the area and prepared various kinds of sacrifices including three kinds of animals, grains, wine, and fragrant fruits, and offered them in front of the Virgin Mother Nuwa."
Yang He's scalp was numb. If he didn't admit his mistake, his voice was exactly the same as that of the old woman in Nuwa's dojo. Was she presiding over the festival evilly? ! !
The incense burner on the altar suddenly emitted billowing smoke.
In the blink of an eye, thick smoke enveloped Chaoge.
Even if Yang He had spiritual vision, he found it difficult to see through the thick smoke.
"The Virgin Mother Nuwa, whose achievements are unparalleled in the world, created humans out of clay, gave the world the shape of living beings, opened the prelude to the reproduction of humanity, refined stones to mend the sky, and repaired the gaps in the universe..."
Yang He swallowed, and Fairy Guanghan beside him disappeared again.
The message from Master Taiyi rang in his ears, "Calm down, you can look directly at the saint as he walks to the altar to understand."
Boom!
Boom! !
The ground inside the main hall was shaken.
Immediately afterwards, countless evil spirits gathered outside Nuwa Palace.
A giant eyeball measuring 20 to 30 meters approached the main hall; an overwhelming number of human-headed ghosts hung in mid-air, and a large number of twisted hands and feet clung to the courtyard wall.
Yang He had never seen a crowd of ghosts boiling over in the main world.
Snap.
The main hall door opens.
Nuwa, who was no different from the statue of the god, appeared at the door, her manners were as gentle as jade, and she showed endless love in every gesture.
The Taoist rhyme formed a mysterious halo behind Nuwa's head, surrounded by the light of the sun and the moon.
The virgin statue and the ten boy statues are half a step behind, and their walking movements are slightly stiff.
It was completely different from what Yang He had imagined.
Although he didn't think Nuwa could be defined as evil, she was definitely not such a normal image. Instead, she felt unreal.
Unless the Nuwa in front of me is not the true form of the saint at all?
Before Yang He could dig deeper, Nuwa actually looked at the futon where she was sitting, nodded her head slightly, and murmured a few words.
Blessings are coming!
(End of chapter)