Chapter 291 Yuheng and Tianxuan
"So you're the monkey."
"What monkey? My name is Wukong!"
"Little Wukong, you've recognized Yang Jiao as your father, does Yang Jiao know that?"
"Yang Jiao is my father; I was born from him!"
"What is that?"
"Ugh... let me go..."
Nezha pinched the soft flesh on his cheek, and Wukong struggled desperately.
Yang Chan couldn't stand it anymore and gave Nezha a reproachful look: "Nezha, let go quickly."
"Alright."
Nezha shrugged indifferently and let go of his hand. Wukong glared at him and slipped behind Yang Chan to hide: "Auntie is the best. You don't even have the surname Yang. You should leave now and get out of my house!"
"Hey, you weren't even born when I came to the Yang family, so I'm not leaving!"
Nezha was unconvinced and, as if deliberately trying to provoke him, sat down in the chair and refused to get up.
Wukong peeked out from behind Yang Chan and shouted desperately, "You'd better run!"
"Wukong, you mustn't be so rude."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yang Jian and Yang Chan turned around in surprise.
"Big brother!"
"father!"
But Wukong drowned out all the sounds. In the blink of an eye, he darted out and skillfully pounced into Yang Jiao's arms. To stay in Yang Jiao's arms and not get up, he transformed back into a little monkey.
"I've told you so many times, call me Master."
Yang Jiao gently patted Wukong's head. Wukong didn't say anything, but just leaned against his chest, being incredibly obedient.
"You little monkey, you change your tune so quickly!" Nezha couldn't help but tease, crossing his arms and looking at Yang Jiao with a mocking expression. "He said you were the one who gave birth to him?"
Yang Jiao raised an eyebrow, looked at the little monkey burying itself in his arms and pretending to be dead, and smiled: "Why doesn't that count?"
These words startled the group. Nezha lowered his hand and couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"
"Wukong was born from a spirit stone, and shouldn't have been born so soon. I helped him and accelerated his growth, so how can I not be credited with giving birth to him?"
Nezha breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes at her: "You haven't changed your way of talking at all, always trying to be mysterious."
"How could that be?" Yang Jiao looked completely innocent as he carried Wukong inside, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Nezha. "If we're really going to talk about it, you could say that little Nezha is my son!"
"Um?"
Wukong reacted the most, suddenly raising his head and staring intently at Nezha, "So you're trying to steal my status as the eldest son?"
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Nezha jumped away immediately, wanting to get as far away from Yang Jiao as possible, "How could I be your son? Don't slander me for no reason!"
Yang Jiao casually pressed on, "Then tell me, where did you get this physical body?"
Nezha was speechless for a moment, unsure how to answer: "Well... anyway, it's different!"
Unable to outwit Yang Jiao, Nezha began seeking outside help: "Second brother, say something!"
Nezha turned his attention to Yang Jian and noticed that Yang Jian's expression was, well, he was trying hard to remain calm, but he couldn't hide the sour feeling in his wrinkled face.
"Ew..." Nezha said with a look of disgust, "What a mouthful of vinegar!"
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch that."
Yang Jian turned his head and looked at Nezha with a forced smile. Nezha touched the goosebumps on his arm and quickly shook his head: "Nothing, nothing, I suddenly remembered something, I'll be going now."
After saying that, Nezha nimbly leaped over Yang Jiao and darted away.
"Ao Bing, I'm back!"
Nezha headed straight for the East Sea. He hadn't forgotten what Wukong had said before, that Ao Bing had called him a simpleton. He was a man who held grudges, no matter what else he did!
He's going to beat Ao Bing into a pancake!
At that moment, inside the house, Yang Jiao handed the truant Wukong over to Yang Tianyou. Watching Wukong being carried away by his beloved grandfather to study, looking dejected, he couldn't help but smile.
"Big brother, you really like him."
Yang Jian finally spoke, but the sourness in his words made Yang Chan unable to help but raise the corners of her mouth.
"Wukong is clever and cute, and he's my only disciple."
"Not the son?"
"Are you in such a hurry to become an uncle?"
"Big brother!"
"Pfft, hahaha..." Yang Chan couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Second brother, you really are..."
Yang Jian seemed to realize he had overreacted, and his ears turned red with agitation.
Thinking about it carefully, you can't really blame him. He was only thinking about his older brother, and when he came back, his brother already had a child. Even though it's a baby boy, the impact was still too much.
"Alright," Yang Jiao patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, "Let's not talk about Wukong anymore, let's talk about how you've been all these years, Third Sister, stop laughing."
"good."
Yang Chan nodded, suppressing a laugh. To avoid embarrassing her second brother to the point of bursting into laughter, she stopped laughing, really stopped laughing... At most, she would laugh in her heart, but not let it show.
The three of them gathered together to share their experiences over the years. After talking for a while, Yang Jian's mood finally calmed down.
After calming down, he felt he could finally ask his question: "Brother, we only had a vague understanding of what happened when Nezha and Ao Bing activated the power of the stars. We didn't ask much at the time, but over the years I've always felt that there's more to it than meets the eye."
Yang Jian glanced at his third sister, who was equally curious but had remained considerately silent, and couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, are you doing something important?"
Yang Jiao chuckled, got up and walked outside. Yang Jian and Yang Chan followed him and stood beside him, looking up at the sky together in the direction of his gaze.
"Second Brother, Third Sister, from splitting the mountain to rescue our parents to assisting King Wu in overthrowing King Zhou, you've experienced so much. Do you think there's any difference between gods and mortals?"
Upon hearing his question, Yang Jian fell into deep thought and after a while said, "I don't think there's much difference. Mortals have desires, and so do immortals. The only difference is that immortals live longer and are skilled in more techniques. But the threat of immortals indulging their desires is more terrifying than that of mortals."
Yang Jian thought of how the Jade Emperor had deliberately allowed the Heavenly River to burst its banks in order to suppress his family, and his voice became low and somber.
Yang Chan had also thought of this, and with a touch of sadness in her eyes, she sighed, "Mortals are weak and always suffer innocently when they get involved in the battles of the gods. But I see the spirit of a human emperor in King Wu, and I see the indomitable will of mortals. I believe that one day, gods and mortals will no longer be in a superior-inferior relationship."
Yang Jiao raised an eyebrow slightly, able to discern the two men's different personalities and inclinations from their answers.
“What you said is all correct,” Yang Jiao turned to the two of them. “Now, I can only tell you that everything I have done, everything Nezha, Ao Bing, Ruoshui, and everything that others you don’t know about have done, is simply in accordance with the four words ‘Dao Dao’.”
"The Great Way?"
"Indeed, the prosperity of the human race is the established path, the law of the world, which neither humans, demons, nor gods can stop."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Yang Chan fell into deep thought.
At this moment, Yang Jiao stretched out his finger and gently touched the sky, and two exceptionally bright stars appeared.
“Second Brother, Third Sister, I always have higher expectations for you. Do you see that?” Pointing to two stars in the sky, Yang Jiao looked at the two of them seriously. “Those are Yuheng Star and Tianxuan Star. They are the stars I chose for you.”
"The Jade Balance Star governs the center, assists the four sides, punishes the guilty, and symbolizes justice and fairness. It is the star I chose for Erlang."
"Tianxuan Star governs Yin punishment and is regarded as the position of the female ruler. It manages all things in the heavens and controls right and wrong in the numbers. It is the star I chose for my third sister."
"Erlang, Sanmei, I hope that you can use your own strength to guide and comprehend these two stars. Once you truly master the power of the stars, you will understand what I am trying to do, or rather, the truth and laws of the world."
Yang Jian and Yang Chan looked up, staring straight at their own star, wondering if they could control the power of the stars.
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