Chapter 47047 Finally Waited for You
I dreamed of the little lotus again.
It's very strange that I always dream about little lotus for no reason.
But I can't help but wonder if he is really Little Lotus?
As a little carp, I encountered Little Lotus, still Li Nezha, four times in my dreams. The first time was when I witnessed him slaying a dragon in the sea. The second time was in his courtyard at the General's Mansion. The third time was while we were enjoying a meal of roasted rabbit in the woods by the East China Sea. The last time... was the gruesome scene of deboning and cutting meat.
While in Yunshui Village, part of the "Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States," I fell into a dream that very night simply because I broke a lotus flower. My memories were sealed then, and I thought I'd traveled from the present, baffled by the strange yet familiar scenes. Later, when my memories returned, I simply attributed it to my brother's inadequate magic, allowing me to dream about the past even without memory loss. After all, those were real experiences, so it wasn't surprising that they would resurface in my dreams.
But this time, I dreamt of Little Lotus again, but the situation was very different. In this dream, there was no East China Sea, no General's Mansion, and no Chentang Pass. It was a completely unfamiliar scene.
In the pitch-black night, the bonfire crackled, someone hummed an off-key tune, and laughter erupted. I heard someone call the young man beside me "General," and someone else yell "Nezha." In the flickering firelight, I saw his young face flickering, his long eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows under his eyes. He seemed to notice my gaze, suddenly looked up and smiled at me, reached out and pinched my cheek, and said something. Before I could hear clearly, someone pulled him up. He stumbled, and then pulled me up with his backhand...
That was probably the time when Little Lotus assisted the Zhou Dynasty in defeating King Zhou. I didn't experience that period. When Little Lotus assisted the Zhou Dynasty in defeating King Zhou, I was still in the lotus pond of Qianyuan Mountain. Before I could wait for him, I was transported to the parallel world of the Tang Dynasty by a vortex. Therefore, logically, I shouldn't dream of such a scene.
So the question is - is the person I dreamed of in "Shanhe Shejitu" and the person I'm dreaming of now really the Little Lotus I know? After meeting the other two Nezha, how can I be sure that the person in my dream is my Little Lotus?
What is even more strange is that the scales that appeared after the giant python turned into bones today quickly decayed and disappeared in the hands of little Nezha. Isn’t it the same with the scales that Nezha fished out from the Yunshui River in the "Map of Mountains and Rivers"?
Nezha had also said at the time that the scale would quickly decay and disappear. Coincidentally, I also had a fever that night... It was simply because something had happened to the Yunshui River that time, and because I had vaguely heard a limerick about the Yunshui Goddess that night, I subconsciously assumed the fever was related to the Yunshui River.
But judging from the current situation, this is not the case.
The same rapid decay and disappearance of scales, the same fever, it was too much of a coincidence.
But what if it wasn't a coincidence?
A'mei, who was sacrificed as the new river god, and Yu Niangzi, who led the elderly, weak, women and children to Qianhu to build a new village...
…
This time, the fever came and went quickly. When I woke up, the night was still thick outside the window. When I asked, I realized it hadn't even been a full night, and tens of thousands of brain cells had already died. Little Nezha said the old woman's herbs were very effective. I wanted to ask, "Is it better than ibuprofen?" But the words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say them. How foolish!
Little Nezha was staring at me with his cheek in his hand, his almond-shaped eyes were surprisingly bright, as if he was admiring some rare treasure.
"Do you know how burned you are right now?" He gestured exaggeratedly, the red silk ribbon swaying gently with his movements. "Just now I placed the medicine bowl on your forehead, and the liquid is bubbling! Here, drink it quickly."
I:"......"
That's hot.
Seeing that I looked normal, he tilted his head in confusion. "Why aren't you surprised at all? I've always felt like something wasn't right with you since you woke up."
I raised my hand and touched my forehead. It did feel hotter than normal, but not to the point of being unbearable.
"It's just a woman being burned," I replied nonchalantly, my fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the bowl. "This will become a common occurrence in the future."
If there is still a Yunshui Village.
I picked up the medicine bowl and blew gently, causing tiny ripples to form in the brown liquid. I took a sip, the bitter taste spreading across my tongue, with a hint of lotus fragrance.
Little Nezha: “…”
"You've burned your brain out!" He curled his lips in disgust, the crimson Hun Tian Ling fluttering behind him without a breeze. "I'll have to ask Lao Jun for some pills when I get back!"
"By the way," he suddenly leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and the faint fragrance of lotus on his body wafted towards me, "When you had a fever, you kept talking about little lotus. Who was it? Could it be your..." He deliberately dragged out the tone and smiled ambiguously, "lover?"
"puff--"
The medicine splattered, and he dodged it nimbly, his movements as nimble as a cat. Looking at the dark stain on the ground, little Nezha wrinkled his nose in disdain.
"What are you doing?"
"That's why I asked you what you were doing!" I sullenly drank the remaining medicine in one gulp, my scorching knuckles leaving several burn marks on the bowl. "Can't you see I'm drinking medicine? What nonsense are you talking about!"
"So excited?" Little Nezha opened his eyes wide, his golden pupils filled with gossip, "Is he really your lover?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Why would you care about these things, kid? Besides, Little Lotus and I are just friends."
"Friend?" Little Nezha snorted softly. "Who would call out a friend's name so tenderly in a dream?" He suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost touching my cheek. "Is Little Lotus a lotus spirit?"
I panted softly. Although my body temperature had dropped considerably, I still felt like I was carrying a warm stove. Hearing Little Nezha ask this, I lowered my eyes and replied vaguely, "I guess so."
"Isn't that wonderful?" he muttered to himself, dangling his bare feet on the edge of the couch. "A carp, a lotus..." He suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "What a match made in heaven!"
I:"......"
I really don’t know what kind of wonderful expression he will have when he sees his “lover” Xiao Lianhua in the future.
"We're really just friends."
He gave a perfunctory "Oh," clearly not listening. I was too lazy to explain any more, so I simply leaned against the headboard and closed my eyes to rest.
Little Nezha rested his hands behind his head, occasionally glancing at me from the corner of his eye. The room was so quiet I could hear the popping of lights. I sighed and broke the silence, "Anything else you want to ask?"
His eyes lit up, and he sat up straight. "Women should understand women best, so I want to ask you," his expression suddenly became serious, "how can we stop the Third Holy Mother from being with that mortal?"
Why do women understand women best?
"I didn't expect that even the most unruly Third Prince would be bothered by something like this." I raised my eyebrows slightly. "I feel that the mortal is unworthy of the Third Holy Mother, but how do you know that the mortal doesn't have what the Third Holy Mother needs?"
Little Nezha widened his eyes in surprise: "What is that?"
"People living in this world seek only two things," I held up two fingers. "Material, and spiritual. The same goes for the gods. The Third Holy Mother doesn't seek gold, silver, or treasures, so she naturally seeks spiritual comfort. Liu Yanchang is useless in your eyes, but he happens to give the Third Holy Mother the emotional sustenance she desires most."
"So you're in favor of them being together?" Little Nezha's brows were slightly lowered, and sparks flickered at his fingertips. It was as if if I nodded, he would use the Samadhi True Fire to burn me to ashes.
I shook my head. “I didn’t say that.”
"But that's clearly what you meant." Little Nezha crossed his arms, frowned, and looked like he was saying, "Don't even think about quibbling."
"You misunderstood." I gently pressed my wrist, which was beginning to feel hot. "I'm just speaking the truth. A man provides a woman with emotional support. If you want to persuade her to leave him, you must have a compelling reason, right? If it's simply because he's useless and unworthy of you, I imagine she'll be even more determined to stay with him."
"To be honest, I don't like Liu Yanchang either, but for different reasons." Little Nezha disliked Liu Yanchang simply because he was unskilled in both literature and martial arts, and had achieved nothing at the age of thirty. But these were secondary to my opinion.
"I hate him because he seduced the Three Holy Mothers."
There are so many versions of the story, like "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" and "The Precious Lotus Lantern," that I'm not sure if the one I'm currently reading has been tampered with. I only know that in the written records I've seen, Liu Yanchang, also known as Liu Xiang, passed by the Huashan Temple on his way to Beijing for the imperial examination and wrote a poem to tease Huashan Sanniang. Indeed, in the version I've read, Sanshengmu is Huashan Sanniang, the third daughter of the Xiyue Emperor. Angered by the teasing, Sanniang killed Liu Xiang. It was the Jade Emperor who sent Taibai Jinxing to inform Liu that they were destined to be together for three days, and thus they were united.
After that, I watched other versions, but they were also confusing. Later, the TV series of "The Lotus Lantern" was broadcast, which made the story more detailed. Of course, since it is a film and television drama, the adaptation is also very thorough.
Little Nezha's eyes widened, and the Qiankun Circle shone with a golden light with a clang. Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside, rattling the window frames, as if echoing his surging emotions.
Just then, the old woman pushed the door open and came in. "Suddenly, a strong wind blew, which was quite scary... Oh, the young lady is awake. Are you feeling better?"
"Thank you, mother-in-law. I feel better now."
"That's good, that's good... In that case, you can rest here tonight. The fairy boy's room has been tidied..."
The old woman looked at little Nezha, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with dignity. "I'm going to sleep here tonight. What if she gets a fever again at night?!"
The old woman looked embarrassed: "This...is not good?"
I rubbed my temples and said, "It's okay, mother-in-law, he is my brother."
Little Nezha: ...
My mother-in-law didn't seem to believe it. I looked at little Nezha, who clenched his fists, frowned, and nodded.
After his mother-in-law left, little Nezha exploded, "What brother? Do you have a brother as old as me?!"
"No. But you're already my younger brother anyway."
Little Nezha: ...
I took a deep breath, "Do you still want to know how to separate them?"
He gave me a suspicious look and asked, "Why do you look so motivated?"
I shrugged. "I've always advocated separation, not reconciliation. And no matter what kind of person Liu Yanchang is, it won't affect the future of the Three Holy Mothers being pressed under Mount Hua."
Little Nezha hugged his chest, his face gloomy as he thought of something.
I sighed and said, "Let's rest first. I'll go to the ancestral hall tomorrow, and then we'll go to Huashan."
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The next day, I felt much better. Since Little Nezha had defeated the giant python and saved the ancestral hall the previous night, the villagers of Yunshui Village were filled with awe and gratitude. So, when I asked to go to the ancestral hall, the village chief readily agreed. Perhaps my mother-in-law had a hand in this; she knew I looked very similar to Lady Yu and seemed to think we were related.
When we got outside the ancestral hall, I asked Little Nezha if he wanted to go in. He shook his head and said in a cold voice, "There's no demonic energy in the ancestral hall right now. It's safe. But outside, that's not necessarily the case."
I nodded and walked in. When I got to the interior of the ancestral hall, I immediately saw the tablet in the center. It read "Mrs. Yu." There was no name, just "Mrs. Yu."
According to my mother-in-law, Madam Yu was a Taoist practitioner, and Taoist practitioners should have a longer lifespan than ordinary people. Madam Yu had already...
Is it external factors or something else?
At that moment, the candlelight in the ancestral hall suddenly flickered without a breeze, its flickering light and shadow casting mottled traces on the wall. I stared at Madam Yu's tablet and suddenly felt dizzy, as if some force was pulling at my consciousness.
"You're here."
A soft female voice echoed in my ears, and I looked up suddenly to see a woman in plain clothes slowly emerging from behind the memorial tablet. Her features were picturesque, and she bore a striking resemblance to me, though her eyes showed a hint of age.
"Are you... Madam Yu?" I subconsciously took a half step back, my back resting against the altar.
She smiled slightly, that smile carrying unspeakable sadness and relief: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"What?" I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Ayu, I've been waiting for you to pick me up."
"you……"
Who is it...
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