Chapter 147 Even if I die, I must learn from Nezha. His voice choked with sobs: "...
Nezha's voice choked with sobs: "You don't blame me for acting impulsively, or for being too angry?"
Fu Li was startled and asked seriously, "Where did you hear all this? Who is whispering this in your ear?"
Nezha stopped talking.
Fu Li took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling in her heart, and gently coaxed him, "Nezha, no matter who said this, just ignore it. Whether you killed Ao Bing or committed suicide in anger, the fault is not yours.
Ao Bing was a vicious person by nature. It wasn't you who made him do evil, nor was it you who made him eat people. If you kill Ao Bing, you will save countless poor people.
As for his suicide in anger, it was because Li Jing had no moral integrity, no regard for the father-son relationship, and was blinded by jealousy, unable to treat his son with fairness. You were right to resist him."
Not to mention that the "Book of Zhou", the etiquette model of the feudal dynasty, had not yet been published at that time. Even if the "Book of Zhou" was published, people would still believe that a son can only be filial if his father is kind.
The idiom "killing one's relatives for the sake of justice" was born in the Spring and Autumn Period.
And it is a positive word.
Nezha finally showed some joy: "I knew that even if everyone in the world misunderstood me, my sister would understand me."
Fu Li wiped his tears and smiled, "First, I definitely understand and support you. Secondly, how could so many people misunderstand you? You don't know that your mother and the people of Chentangguan all sympathize with you and regard you as a hero. Li Jing is the one who can't distinguish right from wrong."
When he heard the name "Li Jing", Nezha subconsciously frowned and his teeth chattered.
Fu Li said, "I have already killed Li Jing for you."
Nezha said bitterly: "He got such a good deal!"
"How could he get away with it?" Fu Li said in a cold tone, "He was the first person to die during the robbery, so he must be on the Conferred God List. I've already put him in the Plague Department."
Li Jing's teacher is Du'e Zhenren from West Kunlun. His original form is a bright beast. He guards the mountain gate for the Queen Mother of the West and is an old acquaintance of Fu Li.
As a person of Du'e, he definitely looked down upon what Li Jing had done. Before dealing with Li Jing, Fu Li had already spoken to Du'e on the phone, saving his face.
From then on, Li Jing had no master to rely on.
Fuli didn't tell Nezha any of this, and Nezha didn't need to know. His most urgent task was to resolve his resentment, use the lotus root as his incarnation, and return to Nirvana as soon as possible.
Nezha sneered: "When we meet again in the future, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"
The next moment, a pitiful look appeared on his face again, and he said sadly: "Sister, I've been so scared these days, can you stay with me more?"
"Okay." Fu Li agreed without saying a word.
Nezha said happily: "I knew that in the Three Realms and Six Paths, only my sister treats me the best."
"Just know that I'm good to you." Fu Li smiled, "Just get rid of your resentment quickly and don't make me worry."
Nezha's smile faltered, and he lowered his head silently. A moment later, there was a slight sound of water splashing, and a wet stain appeared on the back of Nezha's hand hanging on his knees.
Fu Li panicked: "What happened? Did someone bully you?"
Nezha shed tears silently for a long time before he sobbed and asked, "Sister, have you already stopped wanting to see me?"
"How could that be?" Fu Li felt that she was wronged.
Nezha complained with red eyes: "I can't reincarnate because of my deep resentment. Once the resentment is completely dissipated, I will have to enter the cycle of reincarnation again. Sister, are you waiting for that time? Wait until I am reincarnated and don't remember you, so that you can get rid of me forever."
The accusation was so plaintive and forceless that it only made him feel more and more aggrieved, and the tears that he had managed to hold back flowed out again.
Fu Li was both angry and amused. She raised her hand and tapped him on the forehead, saying viciously, "What are you imagining? I've already made preparations. I'll just wait for your resentment to dissipate and then I'll rebuild your body."
"real?"
"Of course it's true." Fu Li sneered, "I've taught you for so many years, spent so much effort in training you. If you die like this, wouldn't it all be for nothing?"
This time Nezha believed it.
In his impression, Fu Li is not someone who is willing to suffer losses.
Seeing that his disbelief had turned into deep agreement after hearing this, Fu Li pinched his cheek angrily: "What do you mean? Have I been harsh to you?"
Nezha obediently let her pinch him, and reluctantly shook his head and said, "No, no, sister, I am the easiest to mess with."
Fu Li sneered, released his hand, and said, "You seem to be clear-headed now. Recite the "Xuanniao" chapter to me."
"Ah?" Nezha wailed, "You're testing me right after we met?"
Fu Li sneered, "Studying is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you'll retreat. If you don't study for a day, you'll know it. If you don't study for two days, the experts will know it. If you don't study for three days, even the servants sweeping the floor will know it. Count it yourself, how long has it been since you last studied seriously?"
Nezha: "...I'm dead, so why can't I escape studying?"
"You're only dead temporarily, and you'll be resurrected soon." Fu Li gave him a slap on the head, "Stop talking nonsense and recite it quickly."
Nezha was reluctant, but he dared not disobey, so he could only endure the grievance and recite: "The black bird was sent by heaven to give birth to the Shang Dynasty, and to settle the vast land of Yin. The ancient emperor ordered Wu Tang to rectify the four directions..."
After reciting it, Fu Li said, "Good, word for word. Quick, explain the meaning."
Nezha is already very familiar with this process. After interpretation, he will appreciate it. After appreciation, he will have personal insights. After insights, he will have to write a topic and imitate it.
There were many things he simply couldn't understand, but under Fu Li's rote learning, his brain was filled with knowledge, leaving him no chance to think about anything else.
After half a month of this, Nezha couldn't stand it anymore. One day, he asked, "Sister, you've been here with me all the time. Is there anyone to take care of the affairs in the human world?"
Fu Li was about to tease him when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't bear it any longer: "Amitabha. My friend is from the mortal realm, and it's not appropriate for him to stay in the underworld for long."
Since the host had spoken, Fu Li had nothing more to say and left that day.
When she left, not only Nezha himself, but also Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva breathed a sigh of relief.
——For the past half month, Nezha had been forced to read in various ways besides listening to scriptures for salvation every day. The resentment he had accumulated was heavier than his unjust death.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was really afraid. If he let her stay any longer, not to mention saving Nezha, Nezha would probably be burst by his resentment.
Nezha pretended to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear, "Why didn't I know before that studying could be so scary!"
If Fu Li hadn't left, she would have sneered and told him, "We're both studying, but the intensity you were given before was that of elementary school, and the intensity you've been given in the past two weeks is that of a senior year of high school. How can they be the same? The resentment of a senior year of high school is universally acknowledged to be heavier than a ghost!"
Next, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva witnessed a miracle.
Perhaps the shadow of the past half month was too great, and after Fu Li left, Nezha did not dare to give up studying, fearing that Fu Li would have to force him harder the next time they met.
However, without the pressure from Fu Li, Nezha's study intensity was the same as when he was at home.
After half a month of high-pressure education, the intensity of my previous studies really made me feel so happy! Nezha's resentment quickly dissipated. He didn't even need Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to recite the sutras. He read the Buddhist scriptures himself. In just over ten days, all the resentment in his body was eliminated.
The resentment was gone, and the dark blue cracks on his body that had been caused by the resentment also disappeared. With the cracks gone, the golden runes that suppressed the cracks were naturally no longer needed.
Looking at the lovely Nezha in front of him, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was puzzled.
He entered the underworld when Hou Tu reincarnated and has many years of experience in the underworld. He believes that no one knows how to liberate the souls of the dead better than him.
But Fu Li's operation, which seemed very confusing to him, actually led to a surprising victory.
He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then said to Nezha, "No one has yet called your soul back to life. Perhaps it's because you haven't accumulated enough merit yet. Would you be willing to do me a favor while I'm here?"
Nezha smiled and said, "Of course I am willing. I was just wondering how to repay the Bodhisattva's kindness."
So, the next morning, Nezha was taken to a spacious house with eight desks and a makeshift podium at the front, on which a pile of new books was placed.
Nezha flipped through them casually. They were all paper books published in Shu. They were extremely precious in the mortal world, let alone in the underworld?
Looking at the configuration inside the mansion, and thinking about the scene when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva spoke yesterday, Nezha realized: This means that I am to be the teacher!
As soon as this thought came to mind, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva walked in from the front door with eight evil ghosts chained in iron chains.
There were eight evil ghosts, four men and four women. The dark blue cracks on their bodies were no more than those on Nezha's body when he first entered the underworld, so their faces could not be seen at all.
"Amitabha." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva greeted Nezha.
Nezha quickly bowed his head in return, "May you be blessed with infinite blessings."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva then ordered the eight evil ghosts to come forward and pay their respects to Nezha.
The eight evil spirits looked at Nezha in disbelief. Seeing that their so-called teacher was actually a child of seven or eight years old, they couldn't help but show astonishment. Their original intention of causing trouble was also mostly gone.
The evil spirits that can be liberated by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are those who suffered injustice in their previous lives, which has led to deep resentment and cannot be reincarnated. Those who are truly wicked and evil will be destined for the eighteen levels of hell.
They were not bad people when they were alive, and even if their souls were corroded by resentment and turned into evil ghosts after death, they would not do things that bully the weak.
So, contrary to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's expectations, the class went smoothly. After all, Nezha had been to school and received a proper education. He understood the principle of gradual progress and did not try to be too intense from the beginning.
This made Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was secretly observing and preparing for any eventuality, feel relieved, but he also felt that he had some petty thoughts.
But out of caution, he did not relax his supervision of the evil spirits immediately, but observed them secretly for ten days in a row. Seeing Nezha's strength gradually increasing, the evil spirits gradually began to doubt the existence of ghosts.
On the eleventh day, one of them finally couldn't take it anymore and broke down, "I'm already dead, and we still have to read so much and do so much homework every day? Is there any justice in the world?"
Nezha's face was stern. "Have you finished your appreciation? Have you finished your imitation writing? Have you reviewed the old lesson? Have you previewed the new lesson?"
"Ah—" another ghost collapsed, "The original author of this poem has long been reincarnated. How can I know what he was thinking when he wrote it?"
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