Chapter 152: Nezha's Resurrection and Li's Help by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva...
Fu Li was drafted by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and worked as a high school teacher for the evil spirits for about three years. Luo Xuan had developed a new network that could connect the prehistoric world and the underworld, so Taiyi Zhenren came to find him.
The moment they saw Taiyi Zhenren, both Fuli and Nezha breathed a sigh of relief.
While it's satisfying to exploit others, you can't do it every day. Rushing through so much homework and grading so many assignments and tests every day can be exhausting after a while.
"Master, you're finally here!" Nezha rushed over and hugged his thighs, being extremely affectionate.
Logically speaking, he should be twelve years old this year, but he was only eight years old when he died. His soul will not grow after leaving his body, so he is still the size of an eight-year-old now.
Taiyi Zhenren loved her very much. The master and disciple kissed each other for a while before they had time to talk about business.
"Nezha has accumulated enough merit, and it seems his resentment has dissipated. It's time for him to be reborn."
Fu Li was a little confused: "Three thousand merits, how did it take so long to accumulate them?"
The few people she left behind, plus her biological mother, Yin Hua, all had some abilities. These three thousand merits didn't require extraordinary feats, so even if each person did one thing a day, it wouldn't take more than three years, right?
"Who told you it was three thousand?" Taiyi Zhenren said angrily. "It was six thousand. A full six thousand merits! Do you know how Ziya and the others have been living these past three years?"
Nezha was stunned. He exchanged a glance with Fuli and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say three thousand? Why is it six thousand again?"
Facing his disciple who had suffered such a great crime, Taiyi Zhenren was reluctant to say anything harsh, and explained softly, "Silly child, originally only three thousand miles were needed, but at least half of these three thousand miles must be completed by you personally.
But your soul has been stuck in the underworld, never participating in person, relying entirely on others to act in your name, so the merit required is doubled. Fortunately, no matter what, I have finally accumulated enough merit in time."
Nezha resolved one doubt, but then had a new one: "At this time? What is this time? Master, can you please explain everything clearly at once?"
Taiyi Zhenren said nothing, but glanced at Fuli. Fuli cursed him inwardly, despising his shirking of responsibility.
But even if you despise it, you still have to deal with it.
Facing Nezha's confused yet accusing look, Fu Li explained, "Teacher Taiyi was probably talking about the rise of the Zhou Dynasty and the destruction of the Shang Dynasty. This matter is not a secret in our sect. It was only because you were young and unstable that we didn't tell you."
"Rise the Zhou Dynasty and destroy the Shang Dynasty?" Twelve-year-old Nezha already had a certain degree of political acumen. "That means the world is about to fall into chaos. With the current strength of the Shang Dynasty, I'm afraid it will be powerless to reverse the situation. Master, is this asking me to help the Zhou Dynasty?"
"Yes, my disciple is smart!" Taiyi Zhenren looked proud.
Nezha looked at Fuli shyly and said, "It's all thanks to my sister."
Taiyi Zhenren: “…………”
——I knew it, I knew it, I shouldn’t have come!
Fu Li smiled slightly and said to the two, "In that case, Master Taiyi will escort Nezha's soul back first. I still have to say goodbye to the people in the underworld."
Taiyi Zhenren had no objection to this and simply nodded and said, "Okay, so that we don't have any more troubles."
Nezha wanted to say goodbye to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Lu Ya in person, but he also knew that he had to choose an auspicious time to return to the soul and there was no time to waste.
Fu Li comforted him, "After you return to life, you'll have plenty of opportunities to visit the underworld. You can then apologize to them."
Nezha nodded: "This is the only way." There is no safer way than this.
Taiyi Zhenren urged, "Disciple, please follow me!"
After saying that, he reached out his big hand and grabbed Nezha's soul, stuffed it into his wide sleeves, nodded to Fu Li, and flew out.
Fu Li was left behind to bid farewell to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Fengdu Emperor, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Ten Yin Marshals, and finally Lu Ya.
She politely declined Lu Ya's offer to help her escape from the gates of hell and left alone.
When she arrived at Yuqiong Mountain, Nezha's soul had already merged into the lotus root incarnation. Yin Hua used her own essence and blood to guide Nezha's soul to slowly merge with the new body.
Looking at the lifeless lotus root lying on the couch, Fu Li couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take for complete fusion?"
Taiyi Zhenren said: "Seventy-seven forty-nine days."
Fu Li took a deep breath and called Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao outside. "Time is of the essence, so let's cut to the chase. Your destiny has arrived. Don't hesitate, and enter the world."
The two exchanged glances, and Shen Gongbao asked somewhat nervously, "I wonder what meritorious deeds Senior Sister is doing by asking us to enter the secular world?"
Fu Li said: "Of course it is to assist the wise ruler and restore order to the world!"
Jiang Ziya asked: "Which wise leader?"
Fu Li said word for word: "The phoenix sings at Mount Qishan, and the wise ruler is naturally in the west."
Jiang Ziya understood: "Qiyi, Zhouyuan."
Then Shen Gongbao also understood.
The two of them immediately said goodbye to Fu Li and went down the mountain together.
When she returned to the temple, Taiyi Zhenren's face showed understanding: "Did you send them both away?"
Fu Li nodded, a little disappointed: "They both have their own destiny, I can't delay them."
Soon after they came down the mountain, they sent messages to Fuli to report their safety. They did not go directly to Xiqi, but first returned to Jiang Ziya's hometown.
Jiang Ziya was from Chaoge. His parents had passed away long ago, but he was fortunate to have a sworn brother who was still alive. His sworn brother's surname was Song and his name was Yiren. He was a small businessman with considerable wealth.
After the brothers reunited, Song Yiren took Jiang Ziya and his brother to live in his home, and both he and his wife were very hospitable.
It just so happened that their family was planning to build a new building, and knowing that Jiang Ziya had been away from home for many years to study Taoism, they asked Jiang Ziya to look at the feng shui.
There is a golden finger given to Jiang Ziya in the original novel. When he was putting up the beams after the building was built, he took the opportunity to recapture the Five Ghosts.
Originally, after visiting their sworn brother, Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao were preparing to leave Chaoge and go to Xiqi to look for opportunities.
But Song Yiren was overly enthusiastic, not only repeatedly trying to keep them but also offering to arrange a marriage for Jiang Ziya. Jiang Ziya, embarrassed and helpless, repeatedly declined his brother's offer of matchmaking. But he found it difficult to decline the invitation to stay longer.
Another month passed, and Shen Gongbao sent a message saying that the two of them had caused trouble in Chaoge and offended Emperor Xin's favorite concubine, Empress Su. They had now fled Chaoge and settled in a mountain forest outside Qiyi.
Jiang Ziya then sent a message, saying he had begun building momentum outside Xiqi City. He was waiting for the day when the Zhou ruler left the city, which would be his nephew's chance to soar to prominence.
On the forty-ninth day, Nezha's soul finally merged with his body completely, and he turned back into the tall and straight Lingzhuzi... No, he turned directly into the grown-up Nezha.
He was a little uncomfortable with the sudden height gain and the new perspective. He stretched his limbs curiously, then suddenly remembered something. He rushed to Fuli's side, grabbed her wrist, and lifted up the mirror she always held.
But Fu Li did not give him permission. In his eyes, it was just an exceptionally beautiful mirror.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touched the cinnabar mark between his eyebrows. He was in a trance for a moment, as if something in his mind was about to break out of the ground, and finally fell silent again.
"Master, I didn't originally have this, did I?"
Taiyi Zhenren was startled, feeling slightly embarrassed. He coughed and said, "It's to strengthen the fusion of body and soul. Besides, it's quite beautiful. If you don't believe me, ask Fu Li; she's sure she thinks it's beautiful too."
How could she not think it was beautiful? With this little bit of cinnabar mark, it was Lingzhuzi's true appearance.
Upon hearing this, Nezha turned his head and keenly caught a hint of nostalgia in Fuli's eyes.
Before he could think about it carefully, he saw Fu Li nodding with a smile: "Yes, it is really beautiful."
After hearing this, Nezha felt relieved.
He raised his left hand, then his right. Thinking of the magical powers mentioned by Taiyi Zhenren, he quickly recited the formula silently, revealing a Dharma body that was six feet tall and had three heads and eight arms.
The moment he sacrificed his Dharma body, he clearly felt that his combat effectiveness suddenly increased tenfold, but the consumption of his spiritual energy and physical strength also increased tenfold.
In other words, this Dharma body is only suitable as a killer weapon and cannot be used in sustained combat.
He told this problem to Taiyi Zhenren, who said, "There's nothing we can do. Whether it's the Xuanmen or the Buddhist sect, the Dharmakaya has this drawback. Even saints can't solve it, let alone your master, me."
Nezha was somewhat dissatisfied, but he could do nothing about it.
Fu Li smiled and said, "This is the law of conservation of energy. Even the spiritual energy generated by heaven and earth will become increasingly thin. Nothing in the world is inexhaustible. Little Nezha, it's not good to be too greedy."
"I'm not greedy!" Nezha puffed his cheeks in dissatisfaction and showed off his height. "Sister, I'm so tall, how can you still call me Little Nezha?"
It turns out that this is what he was dissatisfied with.
Yin Hua was amused by his son. He touched his son's temple lovingly and looked at him with a look of kindness and pride: "It turns out that my son will be so handsome when he grows up. He is more handsome than your two brothers."
Yin Hua and Li Jing rarely mentioned his two brothers before, so Nezha was curious: "I heard that my two brothers also became disciples of the Xianjiao Sect. Haven't they come back to visit in all these years?"
Taiyi Zhenren said, "They haven't completed their studies yet, how can they come down the mountain?"
"Yes, how can you leave the mountain if you don't finish your studies?" Yin Hua thought it was natural and comforted Nezha, "As long as you three brothers are successful, it doesn't matter if you are not with me. Besides, God has been kind to me, letting you grow up by my side."
Nezha's eyes were filled with tears and he said with emotion, "Mother." He bent down and put himself in his mother's arms.
Fu Li and Taiyi Zhenren looked at each other, quietly withdrew everyone, and left the space to the mother and son who had been reunited after a long separation.
The mother and son sat together, and Yin Hua carefully inquired about Nezha's life in the underworld in recent years. When she learned that he had not suffered much, she felt relieved.
Then she told Nezha about his two brothers: the eldest, Jinzha, was playful, while the second, Muzha, was steady. Neither of them was particularly gifted, but fortunately, they were kind-hearted and didn't, like Li Jing, envy those who were better than them.
When Li Jing was mentioned, both mother and son were silent for a long time. It was Yin Hua who broke the silence and told Nezha, "Your father... Li Jing is dead. After Master Dai learned of your death, he killed Li Jing."
Nezha was silent for a long while before he lowered his eyes and said, "I already know about this. My sister told me about it."
——But it’s my sister who kills, and sooner or later I will kill him again... No, I will kill him ten times or a hundred times to relieve the hatred in my heart!
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