Chapter 6: Nezha? Lingzhuzi? Fuli Xingchong...
Fu Li said this excitedly, and then looked up at Hua Jing with anticipation and pride.
She believed that as long as she reported the Longmu Law to the King of Shang in the name of her master, the King of Shang would definitely invite her master down the mountain to serve as an agricultural official.
By that time, Dai Bo would no longer be able to control them as master and disciple.
Hua Jing frowned and thought for a long time before nodding, "It sounds feasible, but since it involves agriculture, we can't take it for granted. Let's try it out in the hemp fields on the mountain first. If it really works, we'll report it to the king and ask him to promote it nationwide."
Fu Li also knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed, so she nodded obediently and took the opportunity to ask, "Then Master, you must take me with you and can't stop me from going to the fields."
Although she did not like farming, everyone in Huanghua Temple except her participated in farming, even Hua Jing, the temple master.
Her master worked hard all day to make a living, and she really couldn't enjoy his protection with peace of mind.
This time, Hua Jing nodded decisively and said with a smile, "You came up with this idea. Even if you don't want to, I will take you to the fields. Don't complain about the hardship or tiredness when the time comes."
Fu Li was dissatisfied and said, "You underestimate me too much. I wouldn't do that!"
Hua Jing patted her head and said with a smile, "Let's talk about going to the fields tomorrow. You haven't finished your homework today, so go back and do it."
"Okay, I'll go do my homework first. Master, go to bed early."
Fu Li returned to her room and opened the window. The desk where she usually wrote was right in front of the window.
She took out the newly made wooden tablets, found the homemade charcoal pencil and carving knife, and began to write down the military strategy she had learned in the morning.
The military book that Hua Jing used when teaching her was compiled by Zhong Kui, the monarch of Xue State, who assisted Cheng Tang in achieving his great cause.
Zhong Kui was a man of extraordinary talent, often coming up with brilliant plans. When King Tang had already conquered most of the country and issued a decree to the empire, many of the vassal states that had never been at war surrendered, but only three, led by the Ge State, refused to surrender.
The excuse for conscripting the Ge State was exactly what Zhong Kui came up with after he sent people to investigate - Ge Bo was very negligent and casual in offering sacrifices to his ancestors, which was really disrespectful and unfit to be a vassal.
Many modern people think that not being sincere in ancestor worship is not a big deal. However, in ancient times, even during the Ming and Qing dynasties, it would be morally condemned. How much more so today?
When she came to this era and learned about Zhong Kui and Yi Yin from her teacher, she had more and more respect for these two founding heroes, and she was particularly attentive when studying the books they compiled.
If you study seriously, ideas will naturally flow like a spring when you write your thoughts.
She took the charcoal pencil and wrote carefully on the wood tablet, stroke by stroke. If there was a mistake, she would scrape it off with a carving knife and rewrite it. Before she knew it, her mind was free from distractions.
The sky gradually darkened.
During this time, Su Rong came in and lit two oil lamps for her and placed them on the table. She then carefully took down the pole supporting the window and closed the window tightly to prevent the night wind from blowing in.
Seeing that she was still immersed in her own world and writing seriously, Su Rong smiled with relief and tiptoed out.
When he reached the door, he met Fu Yue, who was bringing food to Fu Li with a bowl of corn, a dish of meat sauce, and a dish of boiled bean sprouts and leaves mixed with salt.
"Don't go in and disturb her yet. The young lady is writing her window lesson." Su Rong stopped her and whispered, "Send it to the kitchen first and boil water in a big pot to warm it up. When the young lady finishes, bring it over."
Fu Yue nodded silently, bowed, and went to the kitchen.
After sending Fu Yue away, Su Rong looked inside again to make sure that Fu Li was not disturbed before she closed the door quietly.
Immersed in her studies, Fu Li knew nothing about the outside world until she felt a chill on her neck, as if someone was blowing cold air into her collar. She shivered and turned around suddenly, only to meet a face that was extremely Chinese in its horror style.
It was a round, pale face, the kind of pale that was so pale, with two smudges of bright red rouge on her cheeks. Her eyes were large, with dark pupils. Her eyelashes were very long, but she didn't blink for a long time.
Fu Li couldn't help but gasp, and subconsciously reached out and pushed it. She heard a "clicking" sound, like the friction at the connection of the mechanism.
She hurriedly stood up, groped for the heel support under her buttocks, and slammed it down, buying herself some breathing space.
It was only then that she saw the man's full appearance.
She could be considered a human being, almost half her height, with two buns tied with red hairbands, a frightening face, and only a red bellyband on her body.
If you ignore his face and only look at his lotus-root-like arms, plump legs, and tender white feet, he is such a pitiful and lovely child.
But there is no if. Not only that scary face, but also the feeling when I pushed him just now, all prove that this is not a human being, at least not a normal person.
The double buns, red hairband, and red bellyband reminded Fu Li of a movie character.
That was the last movie she watched before she traveled through time. The male protagonist was only three years old. His prototype was Nezha, a well-known tyrant in the mythological world and one of the three rebels in heaven.
The boy was caught off guard and pushed by her, and he was obviously a little angry. He turned his head to avoid Fu Li's heel, growled softly, and suddenly rushed towards Fu Li.
Fu Li's eyes widened as she watched the other party's sharp nails and fangs suddenly grow, her legs weakening with fear. In a flash of wit, she suddenly remembered that she still had a summon card.
With a thought, the card appeared in her hand, and she chanted the spell: "Open sesame!"
The only god that could be thought of in his frightened mind was a certain Ou Ba who looked similar to the boy.
But at this time, Fu Li couldn't think so much. She only remembered that the card could summon gods to save her.
The boy was extremely fast. Almost the moment she finished chanting the spell, his sharp nails appeared in front of her and poked straight into her neck.
Although she had never been poked, Fu Li was sure that once she was poked, the large blood vessels would be opened and even a god would be unable to save her.
"It's over!" Fu Li was extremely desperate.
The next moment, there was a "clang" sound of metal collision, and a long wooden pole with a red tassel flew over and picked up the boy's long nails. Sparks flew and the boy was picked up and flew out.
Hongying Mukura chased after him, pierced the boy's throat and nailed him to the pillar.
"call--"
The crisis was over, Fu Li let out a long breath, then his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.
A pair of pink and white boots slowly landed in front of her, and a young man's clear voice asked, "Are you a believer of mine?"
Fu Li suddenly looked up. The young man's face was like the autumn moon, his complexion like the spring morning, and his eyes were sharp as knives. However, a rouge mole between his eyebrows neutralized the sharpness of his eyebrows and eyes, making him look like a breeze in the mountains, exuding an unrestrained and carefree air from the inside out.
"Thank you for saving my life." Fu Li struggled to stand up, folded his left hand over his right hand, and bowed solemnly.
The young man tilted his head and smiled, and a breeze immediately surrounded her body, making her feel light and airy, and she didn't know what day it was.
The young man spoke again, his voice resonating like a jade strike: "You are my believer, and you prayed to me in times of crisis. Naturally, I cannot sit idly by."
After saying that, he raised his right hand and gently moved it backwards. The red cherry wood warehouse that pierced the boy's throat flew backwards and fell into his hand.
He threw his hand over his shoulder and said with a smile, "This evil creature is dead. I have important matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a breeze and floated away to who knows where.
Fu Li was stunned for a long time, and suddenly looked at the boy, but he was a rotten puppet, with a hole in the throat revealing a pulley that was part of the mechanism.
Only then did she become convinced that everything that had just happened was not a dream and that the crisis was truly over.
"So, at the critical moment, I thought of Nezha and summoned his predecessor, Lingzhuzi?"
After barely understanding the whole process, Fu Li covered her face in frustration and wailed, "Ouch! I summoned the wrong god!"
She had met and dealt with Guan Yu before. And whether in history, romance, or mythology, Guan Yu was portrayed as someone who hated evil and was incredibly righteous.
But this is not necessarily the case for Nezha.
In the original version of Investiture of the Gods, he was a typical naughty child. He was loved because he was a pioneer in resisting patriarchy shaped by feudal society.
Although naughty children are not necessarily bad people, they are definitely difficult to deal with.
Moreover, Nezha's predecessor, Lingzhuzi, was only mentioned once after his birth. Fu Li had no idea what the specific path was.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Su Rong's voice was very anxious: "Young lady, I heard a lot of noise inside, but what happened?"
Fu Li wiped her face, took a deep breath, walked forward to open the door, pointed at the puppet ghost child and said, "Senior Sister, look."
Su Rong and Su Heng were originally Hua Jing's maids who came with her as a dowry. Later, when Hua Jing became a Taoist nun, she accepted them as her registered disciples, and asked them to practice with her and help manage the Taoist temple.
Logically speaking, although Fu Li joined the sect late, she was a direct disciple, so Su Rong and the others should call her senior sister.
Although Fu Li was not born from the womb, she had just been born when she traveled through time. Su Rong and Su Heng personally took care of her and raised her.
In addition, the two of them were more than thirty years older than her, so Fu Li didn't have the nerve to be their senior sister.
So, under her insistence, the three of them decided on the order of their entry.
Although Su Rong and the other two didn't say anything, they were even more attentive when taking care of her.
At this time, Su Rong looked in the direction her finger pointed and saw a little man lying there. She was shocked.
"Who is he? How did he get in?"
As she spoke, she strode over and took a closer look, only to discover that it was a puppet with a huge hole in its throat.
As the personal maid of the young lady of Dai State, although Su Rong cannot be said to be knowledgeable, she knows a lot of things.
She immediately gasped, her face instantly turned cold, and she pulled Fu Li and said, "Young Master, we have to go find the abbot."
This puppet was obviously driven by evil magic. Fu Li was very young and had hardly ever left the mountain, so it was impossible for her to have any grudges with the people down the mountain.
Then, the ones who harmed people are most likely these Kun Daoists on the mountain.
This matter is of great importance and must be decided by the abbot.
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