Chapter 172: Being Frank and Honest Fu Li put her arms around his neck...
Fu Li put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. She said helplessly, "Why do you always think that way? That was your past life."
"What if he is not my previous life?" After arguing with Lingzhuzi for a long time, Nezha cared about this the most.
Just look at Journey to the West. When Li Jing didn't have the tower in his hand for a moment, he would rush to get it. He didn't dare to get along with Nezha without the tower. You can know how persistent Nezha is in his bones.
You have to know that at that time, the feud between this pair of father and son who didn't look like father and son had been going on for many years.
But Nezha could never get over it, and Li Jing knew very well that he couldn't get over it.
Fuli patted his back to comfort him, and just when Nezha was about to say something, she turned around and walked out, holding Wukong in her arms.
Nezha was startled and chased after her in a hurry: "Sister!" But he didn't dare to stop her, so he just followed her with a pitiful look on his face.
Fu Li ignored him and walked all the way to the door, asking the heavenly general guarding the door to go to the side hall and call over the gods on duty today.
When the heavenly general arrived, Nezha's expression changed in an instant, and he looked a bit like the cold and aloof Nezha he was when he was Lingzhuzi.
Seeing she had no intention of leaving, Nezha stopped asking questions. Once the celestial general had left, he smiled sweetly at Fuli and then coaxed Wukong into calling him daddy.
Wukong frowned, his face full of confusion. He pointed at his finger and asked, "But...but...can Daddy's reincarnation call me Daddy?"
Nezha: “…………”
——He really didn't expect that the boomerang would come back in this way and hit him right between the eyebrows.
Fu Li smiled secretly and gently stroked Wukong's back, pretending not to see Nezha's eyes asking for help, letting him struggle on his own.
Fortunately, not long after, Teng Shun, who was on duty in the side hall, came over again. Seeing Nezha, he greeted him naturally and took Wukong over.
Fu Li touched the small hat on Wukong's head and said softly, "Your father and I have something to talk about. Let Uncle Teng take you to your master first, okay?"
Wukong looked at her first, then at Nezha. His chubby little face showed a look of realization, and he clapped his hands and said with a smile, "I understand. Daddy's reincarnation is also Daddy."
He leaned towards Nezha, and Teng considerately pushed him forward until he was in front of Nezha.
Wukong put his arms around Nezha's neck and kissed him on the face.
Just as Nezha was smiling broadly at the soft kiss, Wukong chuckled and said, "Daddy, you are so stupid. You don't understand what I understand."
Nezha blushed and complained to Fuli in embarrassment, "Sister, why do you tell the child everything?"
Fu Li sneered, "Of course, the conflict between parents should be explained clearly to the child. Otherwise, why would he be left guessing anxiously?"
She touched Wukong's face and said to Teng Shun, "Send him over."
Teng Shun nodded and reported before leaving, "Ji Kao has adapted to the rhythm of Ziwei Palace, while Zishou is still playing badly."
Fu Li nodded to show that she understood. Teng Shun said nothing more and walked towards the Chonghua Palace next door with Wukong in his arms.
That was the palace Fuli had specially prepared for Wukong, and it was now his study. As Wukong's master, Master Bodhi was temporarily residing there.
Fu Li turned around, waved away the jade maidens in the hall, raised his hand to close the hall door, grabbed Nezha and walked towards the inner hall.
Nezha raised the corner of his mouth and said hypocritically, "Isn't this bad? In broad daylight. But if you need anything, I will listen to you."
Fu Li chuckled, tiptoed and bit his face, then said unhappily, "Stop your tea talk. I don't feel like drinking tea right now."
"How can you say that to me, sister? What they said is true...Okay, okay, sister, send everyone away. Is there something important you want to tell me?" Seeing Fu Li glaring at him, he became serious for a second.
Fu Li pressed him against the dressing table, propped up the glass mirror, and said seriously, "Of course, it's very important."
Nezha was just wondering when he saw her slender white hands take off his hair crown and spread his hair out.
Then she pulled out two pieces of red silk from her sleeves and placed them casually on the dressing table. She then picked up a comb and combed his hair through, divided it into two strands, and tied them into two high buns with red silk.
Although this hairstyle makes him look immature and the mentally young Nezha is somewhat resistant to it, if Fu Li likes it, he will not change his hairstyle in the future.
Fu Li leaned over, rested her chin on his shoulder, and looked at Nezha in the glass mirror.
"You know, my first impression of Nezha was him holding the Universe Ring, clutching the Chaos Ribbon, riding on the Wind Fire Wheel, and..." She touched her hair, which she had tied herself, "wearing a soaring bun."
The face in the mirror showed a puzzled look. Fu Li smiled with a hint of mischief: "At that time, I didn't know what Lingzhuzi was."
Nezha's eyes suddenly widened, unable to clearly see her reflection in the mirror. He turned around with the stool, looked up, and asked, "What do you mean? What's going on? Could it be that you knew all that time ago that there would be a Nezha in the world?"
"Yes." Fu Li nodded calmly, "Is it strange?"
It was indeed very strange. At least from Nezha's perspective, he couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Could it be that my sister has mastered some secret technique that allows her to see into the future?"
Fu Li shook her head and said, "I only became your disciple after I met Ling Zhuzi."
"Then I don't know." Nezha frowned and admitted frankly.
Perhaps because when they first met, the woman was stronger than the man, Nezha was particularly frank when facing Fu Li.
He never minded exposing his weaknesses in front of Fuli, and was very active in confessing his true feelings to her, like a peacock spreading its tail, trying his best to show everything about himself in front of his beloved.
Fu Li didn't keep the topic in suspense and went straight to the point: "Have you heard of the Three Thousand Worlds?"
"Three thousand worlds? Isn't that what Buddhism says?" Nezha was confused for a moment, but quickly grasped the key point. "Sister, are you saying that you know me from another world?"
Fu Li smiled and praised: "Smart, worthy of being Nezha."
Nezha smiled triumphantly, shaking his head with delight. The dangling red silk moved with it, making him look even more lively and bright.
Fu Li recalled, "When I was seven or eight years old, I lived with my master, Hua Jing Yuanjun, on Yucang Mountain, the ancestral temple of the Dai Kingdom. Uncle Dai felt that my presence was squeezing out his daughter's resources, so he ordered the kingdom's sorcerers to secretly cast a spell to murder me..."
"Sister!" Nezha suddenly grasped her hand, his eyes full of heartache, and said in a sympathetic tone, "That Dai Bo is truly despicable!"
Fu Li smiled soothingly and said softly, "It's all in the past. Those people have turned to dust, but I will always exist."
Nezha snorted in dissatisfaction and questioned, "Isn't that Lingzhuzi very powerful? Didn't he avenge you? If I had been born a few hundred years earlier, I wouldn't have let my sister suffer any danger."
Fu Li said, "It was he who saved me. No, to be exact, it was you who saved me."
"Me?" Nezha pointed at himself with his backhand, his eyes wide open, like a starving stray cat that saw a can of cat food, feeling both delighted and incredulous.
"Of course it's you." Fu Li's tone was tinged with a smile. "At that time, the sorcerer controlled a puppet to kill me. The puppet was wearing a red bellyband, two high buns, and had red lips and white teeth. It immediately reminded me of Nezha."
Nezha followed her description and sketched it in his mind, saying shyly and happily, "Isn't that me when I was a child?"
From the beginning to the end of the Shang Dynasty, children's appearance was similar.
Fu Li said, "At that time, I had a magical weapon that could summon the first god that came to mind in a critical moment."
She held Nezha's cheeks and gently placed a kiss on his forehead without any desire. The words she slowly uttered were like the spring tide, wave after wave, sending Nezha into a dizzy cloud.
She said, "The first person I thought of was you."
The moment these words reached his ears, Nezha felt a cracking sound, as if something had split open within his sea of consciousness. A flood of memories surged in, like a flood breaking through a dam, overwhelming and overwhelming, crushing all obstacles to dust.
It was the memory of a spirit bead, from the time when his spiritual consciousness was first awakened, to when he listened to teachings in Nuwa Palace, to when he transformed, and then to when he roamed the ancient world. He had beaten almost all the demons, witches and various strange beasts that were rampant at the time, and no one knew how many had died at his hands.
But those turbulent years were far inferior to the beginning when he met a little girl after he cultivated his mind and character.
It was also from here that Nezha looked extremely carefully, not missing any details.
After an unknown amount of time, Nezha regained consciousness and met Fuli's worried face. Fuli asked anxiously, "What happened to you? You suddenly closed your eyes and your face turned pale and distorted."
“I…I…”
Nezha, who has always been eloquent and especially good at gossiping, rarely showed a shy look and didn't know what to say.
Originally, "Lingzhuzi" would never appear again. It was all because of his own bad mood. After receiving the blessing of the god's position, his memory was restored, but he was determined to compete with his past life and was unwilling to admit that he and Lingzhuzi were the same person.
If it weren't for his weird thoughts, and he had accepted the memory naturally, that memory would not have condensed into a void of consciousness.
Yes, the consciousness of nothingness.
As long as Nezha is willing, he can absorb it at any time.
Not only Taiyi Zhenren saw through this, but Fu Li also saw through it.
That's why she suddenly brought up the past and the reason why she met Lingzhuzi.
She just wanted Nezha to understand that in her heart, although Lingzhuzi was important, it would never be more important than him.
Seeing him hesitant and evasive, Fu Li smiled knowingly and concluded: "So, even if I never knew Ling Zhuzi, as long as I could live to see Nezha's birth, I would definitely get to know you."
Nezha was so excited that he didn't know what to say, so he simply stopped talking and leaned over to hug Fu Li. The two exchanged a lingering kiss and hugged each other tightly, both feeling sweet in their hearts.
After a long time, Nezha finally calmed down his excitement. He said in surprise and joy, "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! Sister, I never thought that our fate would begin like this."
"There are always many unexpected things in this world." Fu Li kissed his forehead and sighed, "Just like at the beginning, I didn't expect that you and I would be so deeply entangled."
The word "fate" is truly wonderful and extraordinary.
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