Chapter 247 Nezha's Daily Life of Eating Melon
At the South Heavenly Gate, Nezha, with two little pigtails and wearing a red cloak, landed and was stopped by the heavenly soldiers guarding the gate.
"Is this a place you can enter?"
“South Heavenly Gate,” Nezha looked at the plaque above, seemingly lost in thought, “I’ve heard my master mention it… May I ask you two brothers, have you ever seen Ao Guang of the East Sea enter through here?”
"To dare address the Dragon King of the East Sea by his full title, you must be someone of considerable importance," the heavenly guard at the gate glanced at the child before him, not daring to underestimate him. "What brings you to heaven?"
Nezha's eyes darted around, and he said seriously, "That Ao Guang, he ate in the mortal world without paying, and I caught him. I wanted to go to the Lingxiao Palace with him to settle the matter, but I couldn't grab him and he got away first. May I ask, brother, how long would it take Ao Guang to get from the mortal world to the South Heavenly Gate, given his speed?"
"It's 90,000 li from the mortal realm to the Southern Heavenly Gate. Even if Ao Guang, with his failing eyesight, doesn't take the wrong path, it should still take him... about ten hours."
Ten or so hours?
Nezha was somewhat surprised. He had only used an hour, yet he was being asked to wait so long? This old mudfish was driving him crazy.
"Thank you very much, brother. Then I won't go in."
Nezha turned to leave, thinking that it was a rare trip to the Heavenly Court, and he was unwilling to leave. How should he pass the nine hours?
With a thought, it transformed into a little bee and quietly flew into the Heavenly Court.
"Fairy, fairy..."
Tianpeng stopped Chang'e, "Fairy, where are you going?"
Nezha, transformed into a little bee, curiously landed by the pool and watched.
Chang'e looked distressed: "I must go to Yaochi to plead for the Princess."
Tianpeng sighed, "Fairy, this is the Princess's confession. Suppression is already the best outcome. If you go any further, you'll only bring trouble upon yourself..."
The eldest princess? Suppression?
Nezha fluttered his wings curiously and watched quietly as Marshal Tianpeng persuaded Chang'e to go back. He sat alone by the pool and sighed. Just as he was about to leave, someone else came, and Nezha immediately stopped.
"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault..."
A stream of water flowed down and transformed into a beautiful woman dressed in purple.
Tianpeng looked up and couldn't help but sigh, "I don't feel guilty."
"No, you are blaming yourself. If you hadn't deliberately let the three-headed dragon go, the princess wouldn't have descended to the mortal realm, wouldn't have had her heart broken, and wouldn't have met Yang Tianyou."
Caught off guard by her words, Tianpeng looked apologetic: "Shouldn't I blame myself?"
"The fault is not yours."
"In the presence of the Eldest Princess?"
"In the Heavenly Laws."
Upon hearing this, Tianpeng avoided her gaze and turned his head away: "I only hope that one day, the two children of the Yang family can really rescue the Princess and her husband..."
The eldest princess descended to the mortal realm, broke her heart, got married, and had children?
Nezha was so engrossed in listening that he forgot to flap his little wings. Is there really so much gossip in Heaven? He's certainly come to the right place.
Watching the woman known as "Weak Water" return to the Milky Way, Nezha flapped his wings, preparing to leave, when he suddenly felt a surge of heat.
The Great Golden Crow ignored Tianpeng, who remained rooted to the spot, and hurried away. Tianpeng called out curiously, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
"hiss--"
In a moment of impulse, Tianpeng reached out and put his hand on the Golden Crow's shoulder. Tianpeng, whose hand was burned, exclaimed, "What's the rush? Wait for me!"
The Great Golden Crow stopped and looked at him coldly: "What is it?"
"Your Highness, where are we going?"
The Great Golden Crow remained silent, but suddenly Tianpeng had a flash of inspiration, "Your Highness wouldn't be going to find that Qilin..."
The Great Golden Crow instantly focused its gaze on him, and the temperature around it rose even higher.
Tianpeng quickly took two steps back: "I won't say, I won't say."
Seeing that the Golden Crow's expression had softened, he spoke again, "Your Highness, don't take this matter seriously. Besides, it wouldn't be good if the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother found out."
"Are you threatening me?"
The Great Golden Crow gripped its golden wheel tightly, and Tianpeng jumped up and down, saying, "Look at you! How can you not appreciate kindness? I'm just concerned about you!"
"It's none of your business! Anyway, if you don't say anything, no one will know!"
After the Great Golden Crow finished speaking, it turned and left. Tianpeng shook his head helplessly, "Go ahead, but don't blame me if you get caught."
Qilin?
Nezha was itching to speak, but he couldn't just leave it at that. What had Qilin done to him?
Watching the two part ways, Nezha was somewhat conflicted. On one side was the unfinished gossip, and on the other was a walking gossip machine. After thinking for a moment, Nezha decided to follow the Great Golden Crow.
After all, a big scoundrel like Marshal Tianpeng always manages to find a way to get some gossip. But judging from how taciturn the Great Golden Crow is, if we don't join in this time, who knows when we'll get to finish getting our hands on his gossip.
Nezha followed the Great Golden Crow down to the mortal realm from afar; Ao Guang was no longer important in the face of the Eight Trigrams.
...
"It's so hot, so hot."
Master Yu Ding walked along the mountain path, fanning himself, wondering why it had suddenly become so hot.
Feeling the intense heat, I turned around and saw a magnificent golden crow descending from the sky.
“Oh dear,” Master Yuding covered his face with his fan, “A good dog doesn’t block the way.”
"Who are you?" the Great Golden Crow asked coldly.
"You're roasting me to death," Jade Cauldron Immortal said impatiently, and asked, "Who are you?"
"The eldest son of the Jade Emperor, the Golden Crow Divine General."
“Oh,” Master Yuding suddenly realized, “no wonder it’s so hot.”
"And who are you?"
Master Yu Ding stood tall and proudly declared, “Stand firm! I am Master Yu Ding of Jinxia Cave on Jade Spring Mountain, a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.”
The Great Golden Crow sized him up, expressing disbelief: "A disciple of the Heavenly Venerable? As far as I know, on the ninth day of the ninth month, the disciples of the Three Realms' Xuanmen will cultivate together for seven years. Why are you here?"
Upon hearing this, Master Yuding was taken aback, and quickly calculated with his fingers, "Oh no, oh no, I forgot, three days have already passed..."
Seeing the crazed Taoist priest before him, the Great Golden Crow ignored him and walked past him towards Yao Ji's place of suppression. As far as he knew, the Qilin was guarding the couple.
Nezha never expected to stumble upon his master's gossip on the way. He secretly jotted it down; good things should be shared with his master!
As soon as Nezha sent out the message, Master Yuding sensed a familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy and immediately captured Nezha.
"Where did this child come from?"
Master Yuding pinched Nezha's little tuft of hair and asked, "Are you in cahoots with that Great Golden Crow?"
“No, no,” Nezha quickly shook his head, “Uncle-Master, I am Nezha, and my master is Taiyi Zhenren.”
"So you're Nezha."
Master Yu Ding carefully examined the precious disciple his senior brother had mentioned. He was indeed handsome, but clearly not one to be easily swayed. But no matter, he would soon have a good disciple of his own—
Thinking of Yang Jian and Yang Chan on the road, Master Yu Ding couldn't help but laugh.
Not knowing what he was grinning about, Nezha quickly said, "Uncle-Master, I have to go chase after the Great Golden Crow now, I haven't finished eating the melon yet—"
Having said that, he mounted his flaming wheels and sped away in a flash.
"Hey..." Master Yuding reached out his hand, "What melon? Let me have one!"
Wanting to catch up, but worried that Yang Jian and the others wouldn't be able to find him at Yuquan Mountain, he circled around twice, gritted his teeth, and stamped his foot: "Forget it, it would be a waste not to eat the melon of the Heavenly Court's Crown Prince. Good disciple, it's not a big deal to wait!"
"Nephew, wait for me—"
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