Chapter 188 Nezha: I’ll do it myself! Thinking of...

Thinking about the possible future of Buddhism under Duobao's rule, the couple finally felt relieved.

Unfortunately, this comfort did not last long.

Because Li Jing is here again.

This time the gate of the Purple Palace was open, and the heavenly general guarding the gate could not refuse people entry with the same excuse he had used repeatedly in the past few days, so he had to come in and report.

They had anticipated this beforehand; this briefing, like countless others before it, was merely a formality. Neither the Emperor nor the Marshal could allow Li Jing, the plague god, to enter the Purple Palace.

As expected, the subsequent developments were just as he'd anticipated. Fu Li said she was busy and didn't have time to meet him. Nezha simply sneered, not even bothering to say anything to refuse.

Once again being turned away, Li Jing's polite smile faded. He was a man who cared about his reputation, and without the huge benefits dangling from his grasp, he wouldn't throw a tantrum.

However, what Haotian promised him seemed to him to be illusory and had a very low possibility of realization.

The reason why he was so active and ran to the Purple Palace once a day was to see if there was any chance to repair his relationship with Nezha.

After all, Fu Li was the real ruler of Heaven. He didn't need Nezha to have any affection for him. As long as he stopped hating him, with their father-son relationship, wouldn't he be able to gain anything?

Fu Li saw clearly his mentality.

Precisely because I can see it clearly, my malice towards him grows day by day, and I can't wait to get rid of him.

After driving Li Jing away again, Fu Li dismissed the maidens in the palace and asked Nezha with a serious face, "Are you ready?"

Nezha sneered: "I can't wait any longer."

"Then let's go."

The two held hands, said something, and went out through the side door.

Their actions were not secretive. Li Jing, who had been wandering nearby after leaving the Zichen Palace, soon got the news. Knowing that the two were going to the eighth day to see the twelve-grade colorful lotus, he hurried to catch up with them.

——No matter what, he has to see Fu Li first.

Now he knew that Emperor Ziwei Dai Fuli was the real person Dai who had lived in his house for several years.

He asked himself: during those years, he had been extremely respectful to Master Dai and had never been negligent in any way. No matter how much Nezha hated him, Master Dai couldn't possibly not remember their old friendship, right?

Even if the real person was angry with him because of Nezha, hadn't he already killed him? No matter how angry he was, he should have calmed down.

When he finally arrived at the Thousand Lotus Pond on the eighth day, he looked up but could not see the two of them. He could only hear occasional bursts of laughter coming from the lotus flowers.

He paused, found a place with a good view and stood still, ready to wait for Fu Li to come out of the lotus pond and then go over to her immediately.

Although the couple wanted to lure him over, they had no intention of seeing him immediately. They chose the Thousand Lotus Pond as their location because they really wanted to see the lotus flowers, and Li Jing was just there for the occasion.

At this time, Fuli had a green lotus leaf on her head and a lotus in her hand, and was directing Nezha to pick lotus roots for her.

"Pick more, pick more. I heard that lotus root can be used to make ink, and the color is bright and lasts for a thousand years. If mortal lotus roots are so bright, wouldn't it be possible to make ink using immortal lotus roots for a thousand years?"

Nezha worked tirelessly, picking the fruits while continuing to speak: "We'll know once we've made it and try it out."

As he spoke, he pinched a piece of tender flesh, tasted it himself first, and made sure it was sweet and juicy before he put it to Fuli's mouth.

Fuli didn't despise him and took a bite from where he had bitten off. The two of them took turns to eat a piece of lotus stem, and soon they had eaten the whole piece of lotus stem that was as long as their forearms.

After the bamboo raft the two of them were riding was full, Nezha used the bamboo pole to slowly row the raft out of the Thousand Lotuses and slowly rowed it to the shore.

Upon seeing this, Li Jing immediately rushed over, bowed and said, "Little Immortal Li Jing, I pay my respects to the Emperor."

Before the two of them came out, Li Jing had imagined many different scenarios for their meeting. He had also considered acting like an elder; after all, Fu Li was still his daughter-in-law.

But thinking of the ruthlessness of Master Dai when he killed him many years ago, Li Jing finally obeyed his heart and honestly followed the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, not daring to overstep the line.

The couple seemed to have just noticed him. Nezha sneered and ignored him. He jumped onto the shore and came to his senses again, holding out his hand to Fuli: "Be careful, your feet will slip."

Fu Li laughed and said, "You underestimate me too much."

But she still placed her hand on his broad palm, and he closed his five fingers and completely held her slender and delicate hand in his palm, and then used some skillful force, and Fu Li landed steadily on the shore.

Because Li Jing, an outsider, was present, Nezha was concerned for Fu Li's dignity as the Emperor, so every move he made was very well-behaved. If it were just the two of them, Fu Li would have fallen directly into his arms.

Because of this, Nezha felt even more upset and wanted to cut Li Jing into pieces.

Fu Li raised her hand to support him lightly, and said calmly, "God of Plague, please excuse me. You're not on duty at the Plague Department, so why are you here?"

Seeing that Fu Li's attitude towards him was acceptable, Li Jing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, a proper smile on his face. "Emperor, as you know, there's been some misunderstanding between Xiaoxian and Nezha. This child is very temperamental and has been reluctant to come to see Xiaoxian. Xiaoxian thinks, how can a father and son hold a grudge overnight? Since the child has a stubborn temper, it's my responsibility as a father to take the initiative."

The words were spoken very appropriately, as if Nezha was a rebellious kid and he was a helpless and generous old father.

Fu Li couldn't help laughing, and exclaimed in amazement, "When the Jade Purity Saint bestowed upon me the List of Conferred Gods, he warned me that if I died and my true spirit was included in the list, my cultivation would never progress again in this lifetime. He also told me to be considerate of my fellow disciples and not to do anything that would cause them lifelong regret.

Now it seems that the words of the saints are not entirely true. Take you, Plague God, for example. Since your True Spirit was listed, your cultivation may not have improved, but your face has become much thicker than before. Isn't this also a form of progress?"

Her expression was genuine, and every word she spoke was serious. If you didn't listen to her words, you would have thought she was pouring out her heart to someone.

Li Jing's face flushed crimson instantly, his skin twitching for a moment. He gritted his teeth and maintained his composure, "Your Majesty is such a joker."

Fu Li smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm joking? As an official, it was you who didn't dare to offend the dragon clan to protect the people. It was you who killed the evil dragon to save his child, but was afraid of the dragon clan's power and refused to protect his own child.

Now, in front of the victim, you're the one who openly blames him. With my wisdom, I've seen the three realms of the universe, and I can't find anyone else as thick-skinned as you. Isn't this a natural talent?"

Li Jing felt that his self-control was being challenged like never before.

He also understood that he couldn't stay any longer, otherwise he would definitely not be able to help but talk back.

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that coming to find Fu Li was a very stupid thing to do.

How could he forget that there is a kind of wind in this world called pillow wind, which is a hundred times more powerful than the most evil wind in the three realms.

If he dared to talk back, Fu Li would definitely take the opportunity to punish him and vent Nezha's anger.

"It seems that my appearance has annoyed the Emperor. I will take my leave now, and I hope the Emperor will calm down." He bowed deeply and was about to leave.

Fu Li sighed and said regretfully, "I originally wanted to irritate you, but I didn't expect you to be so patient. Well, there's nothing I can do. I'll take the loss and bear the reputation of being moody."

Li Jing was startled and was about to escape when a blue circle flew out from Fu Li's wrist and fell from above his head, getting bigger and bigger. When it reached his waist, it suddenly tightened, trapping both of his arms tightly and making him unable to move at all.

That was Fu Li's ice crystal bracelet, which was damaged when she captured the Ten Golden Crows, but it also had some merits of saving the world.

Later, Fu Li took the bracelet to find Taiyi Zhenren and asked him to repair it.

After trapping Li Jing, Fu Li discussed with Nezha in a tone of "what to eat next": "Next, will you take action or should I?"

Nezha held the demon-slaying sword in his hand and sneered: "Of course I will do it, don't try to compete with me."

Fu Li smiled slightly: "Then please do as you please."

Nezha walked over step by step. Li Jing's pupils were filled with fear, reflecting his expressionless face. His pupils were as black as black jade.

Li Jing knew clearly that Nezha hated him. But at this moment, he found it strange that there was not even a trace of hatred in Nezha's eyes when he looked at him, only calmness.

It was a kind of calmness that came from looking at dead things.

He took a deep breath and his heart sank.

——Nezha wants to kill me!

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly flew up, flipped several times in the air, and watched his body split into eight pieces.

Oh, it turns out that only his head was flying.

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain, and his true spirit instinctively flew towards the Immortal Pond, but was stopped by a slender white hand, which crushed it into ashes in the palm of his hand.

"Alright, the soul has been scattered." Fu Li clapped his hands, as if to shake off the dust that had accidentally touched him, and said to Nezha, "We should go to Zixiao Palace and surrender ourselves."

Li Jing's broken body was thrown there casually, and the two of them swaggered out of the South Heaven Gate and flew towards the chaos outside the thirty-three heavens.

They had no intention of covering up the news, and Haotian soon received the news.

"Nezha killed his father?"

Haotian suddenly stood up, with a strange excitement in his expression, and wanted to confirm the news again from Taibai Jinxing.

Taibai Jinxing's face was full of seriousness as he spoke word by word, "That's right. Marshal Zhongtan murdered his father, and Emperor Ziwei was an accomplice. Now the two have fled the Heavenly Court and are heading to the Zixiao Palace."

Haotian didn't think about where Taibai got such detailed information. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: the opportunity to overthrow Emperor Ziwei has come!

"I'd like to trouble you, Star Lord, to stay in Heaven. I need to meet with the Taoist Ancestor and seek justice for the God of Plague!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure had already disappeared. Naturally, he could no longer see it. Taibai Jinxing raised his head and looked at the throne belonging to heaven and earth with a gloomy gaze.

After a long pause, Taibai sighed softly, "It's time, it's fate!"

——If a person follows his own desires too much, he will inevitably make mistakes in a hurry.

Some mistakes are fatal once made.