Chapter 52052 You Like Him
The so-called leaving no stone unturned does not mean fighting to the death.
Entering another's divine abode was incredibly dangerous, and if one wasn't careful, they could be trapped. So, to some extent, it was no different from risking their lives. Therefore, Nezha firmly opposed this.
"I am of the same origin as him, so it is most appropriate for me to enter."
Even so, Little Lotus's Hun Tian Ling offered him no chance at all. The moment he got close, the Hun Tian Ling whipped back. His own Hun Tian Ling instinctively protected its master, and the two red silks tangled in a tangle. The scene was extremely awkward.
Nezha's face was so gloomy that it looked like ink was about to drip out.
It would be very funny to be beaten by Hun Tian Ling one day.
I wanted to laugh but didn't dare, fearing I'd be implicated. I could only turn my face away. The slight shrug of my shoulders betrayed some emotion. Fortunately, he didn't embarrass me.
Nezha said he needed to think about it and give me an answer tomorrow.
I imagine he's also worried about the Heavenly Court. With last night's earth-shattering battle, it's impossible that the Heavenly Court was unaware of it. I just don't know who they'll send to investigate.
I guess it was Erlang Shen. After all, this is Mount Hua, and his sister is here, so he won’t turn a blind eye.
If it's him, we probably don't need to worry so much. After all, in my impression, no matter which world Nezha is from, he and Erlang Shen always have a very harmonious relationship.
"Have a good rest tonight. Don't come out no matter what happens." After saying that, Nezha's figure disappeared into the side hall.
The hall became quiet, with only Little Lotus lying on the stone couch and me standing guard beside it.
I stared at his sleeping face, all sorts of thoughts racing through my mind. My fingertips involuntarily smoothed the frown between his brows, then trailed down the edge of his cheek.
"It's so cold, little lotus." The warmth of my fingertips touched his skin, and the chill was particularly clear. He, the incarnation of a lotus root, ultimately lacked the warmth of human flesh. In the past, when he held me, I hadn't noticed through the clothes, but now, skin to skin, I could truly feel the cold jade-like warmth.
The Hun Tian Ling gently landed on my shoulder, one end rubbing my cheek as if to comfort me. But I just stared at the little lotus, wishing I could see my eyelids tremble slightly when I blinked.
But I still worry, is the little lotus that wakes up the real little lotus?
I drank the remaining calming tea in the cup, lay down on the stone couch, and slowly closed my eyes.
I have to conserve my energy. No matter what, I must enter Little Lotus's divine palace tomorrow.
In a daze, I dreamed again, of the carefree days of Qianyuan Mountain. Back then, I was just a small carp, and Nezha, a tiny lotus with no memory of his past life, was just a small lotus. Looking back now, those were the most carefree times. We nibbled on lotus stems, counted petals, and basked in the sun together.
When did it start to change?
Maybe when he found out that Little Lotus was Nezha.
The two words "Nezha" represent an extraordinary destiny.
At that time, I naively believed that even if this happened, my life would remain unchanged. Because even if Nezha was extraordinary, it would not change my attitude towards life.
Just living a peaceful and stable life is already precious.
But fate always plays tricks on me. Ever since Taiyi Zhenren predicted that my chance to attain enlightenment would not be at Qianyuan Mountain, everything has changed. The appearance of the vortex has pushed the matter to an irreversible point.
The changing of the world wasn't accidental; Little Lotus's arrival seemed more like a deliberate act of fate. I tried to live lightly, not dwelling on the burdens of life, but in the end, it was nothing more than a futile escape.
I am no longer the carefree little carp in the lotus pond of Qianyuan Mountain. Those years are just a passing dream. As Su Dongpo said: "Melancholy, a single snowflake stands by the eastern fence. Life seems so clear and bright."
…
It's over. I'm actually starting to reminisce about my life. This is too scary!
I woke up from a dream, and when I woke up it was bright daylight. I'd been thinking too much while awake, and as a result, I couldn't sleep well. My dreams were filled with the daily grind of the lotus pond, but the atmosphere, which should have been joyful, felt anything but relaxing. I felt a constant sense of suffocation, and that feeling persists.
I looked at my abdomen... Oh, it was the Hun Tian Ling that was strangling my abdomen.
Looking at Little Lotus, he still had his eyes tightly closed. I didn't know if he was dreaming or what he was dreaming about. But seeing his relaxed expression, I guess it wasn't a nightmare.
I exhaled deeply and continued to lie on the couch, my eyes sometimes lingering on his slender fingers, sometimes gazing blankly at the carved dome of the side hall - the workmanship of this Our Lady Temple is really good.
There were footsteps behind me, it was little Nezha.
Seeing my expression, he frowned and asked, "You didn't sleep all night?"
I rubbed my sore eyes and said, "I'm asleep."
"It doesn't look like it." Little Nezha said as he walked over. When he got close to a certain range, I exclaimed, "Wait!"
Little Nezha raised his foot and dropped it without hesitation, sneering, "What are you waiting for? What's there to wait for?" Before he could finish his words, the Hun Tian Ling wrapped around my waist whipped out. The Hun Tian Ling behind Little Nezha wasn't to be outdone, and the two Hun Tian Lings grappled with each other...
History always repeats itself.
Little Nezha, with his arms folded, raised his chin proudly, and even had the leisure to command from the side: "Left! Wrap its lower body!"
I:……
Where does the lower body of Hun Tian Ling come from!
After a long while, the two fiercely battling Hun Tian Lings finally stopped fighting. One quickly retracted, wrapping itself tightly around my waist again, as if afraid I would escape. The other docilely floated back behind Little Nezha, its tail swaying slightly in a provocative manner.
“…”
That’s enough!
Little Nezha sat cross-legged on the stone bench nearby, his face looking a little irritated. After a moment's silence, he spoke unhappily, his voice remarkably clear in the empty hall:
"I heard from that big guy that you want to go to his shrine?"
Big guy...is it Nezha?
There was a hint of questioning and subtle displeasure in his tone.
I met his gaze without dodging and nodded vigorously: "Yes."
He tutted his words and said with a hint of sarcasm, "The Divine Sea of Consciousness is a treacherous and unpredictable place. Even I can't guarantee a complete escape from that place. If you're not careful and your mind gets lost in it, you'll be lost forever, and your body in the outside world will decay with it. Do you think you can escape unscathed?"
I repeated his words in my mind, and then replied, "Although I don't understand it deeply enough, what does it matter?"
"Besides, he's in there, I'm not afraid."
I have absolute confidence in myself and will not get lost in it.
Little Nezha stared at me, a complex light flashing across his eyes, which seemed to show a keen understanding of the world. He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned forward, and asked with an almost interrogative tone:
"You're so reckless about your life...you like him."
Me: “…Huh?”
Little Nezha's sudden questioning left me a bit confused. Weren't we talking about the Divine Palace? Why did they suddenly bring up the topic of "I like the little lotus flower"?
I like little lotus?
This sounded a bit funny. I wanted to laugh, but now I couldn't laugh at all. I just pulled the corners of my mouth dryly.
This is so strange. Why did I suddenly get asked this question? If I want to save him, does that necessarily mean I like him? But answering "no" would be strange, too.
In short, this question cannot be answered with "yes" or "no".
So I remained silent.
But to Little Nezha, it seemed like a tacit agreement. Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sneer, "I was teasing you and Little Lotus back then... Ha, Lotus Fairy, you're quite worthy of the name."
I:……
I was wondering what expression Nezha would make when he found out who Little Lotus was. Well, now I know. He was surprisingly calm.
"You are different, so there is no need to be... depressed about this."
Little Nezha didn't say anything. After a long while, he swiftly jumped down from the stone bench, his back to me, leaving only a defiant figure.
"Okay, got it." His voice returned to its usual slightly impatient tone, but his tone was inexplicably much softer. "Since you're so... Tsk. We can't stop you, so I don't bother to care. But..."
He tilted his head slightly, glanced at me arrogantly from the corner of his eye, and gave me a final warning:
"Remember my words. What you see and feel inside the Divine Palace may not be true. Guard your own mind and don't be confused by what's inside. If you..."
He paused, "In short, stay true to yourself."
After saying this, he didn't stop, but strode out of the hall at a brisk pace. His red figure quickly disappeared in the light outside the door, leaving only me and the still-sleeping little lotus.
Silence returned to the hall.
I stared at Little Lotus's sleeping face, my fingertips unconsciously tracing his outline. Now that I've made up my mind, let's do it!
At the door of the side hall, Nezha's figure appeared silently, still with that cold and stern look that kept strangers away, but there seemed to be a hint of subtle compromise between his brows compared to yesterday?
He didn't come in, but simply paused at the threshold, his gaze sweeping over me before finally resting on the small lotus on the stone couch, where his gaze lingered for a moment. In those indifferent eyes, a complex emotion surged that I couldn't understand.
"Are you sure?" He spoke in a low voice, with no emotion to tell.
"Of course." I smiled at him. "Thank you for your help."
Nezha's gaze fell on the red silk at my waist, his eyes fluttering slightly before he looked away. He remained silent, as if making a final assessment. The air in the hall seemed frozen, leaving only silent waiting.
"I understand," he said, then slowly raised his hand and gently drew a line towards the void. In an instant, a thin silver line suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.
"This is the lead to his divine palace." Nezha's voice was emotionless, as if stating a fact. "The portal is open, but it's extremely unstable. Your mind must be guided by it and sink into it. Remember, you're not entering with your physical body, but with your spiritual thoughts as the boat and your will as the oar."
He paused, his eyes fixed on my face sharply, and every word he said struck at my taut heartstrings.
"I'll only give you one stick of incense. During this time, I will protect your body."
As he spoke, a thin incense stick appeared out of thin air in the incense burner in the corner of the side hall.
"After you enter the Divine Palace, I will light a stick of incense. Before the incense burns out, no matter what happens to you inside, I will forcibly pull your spiritual consciousness back." Nezha's voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "If you force yourself to stay, your spiritual consciousness will be severely damaged. At the very least, you will become demented, and at worst, your soul will be shattered, and your body will wither away. You only have one chance."
A stick of incense.
I took a deep breath, my voice trembling, "Okay."
One stick of incense is enough.
Nezha gave me a deep look, his complex expression difficult to decipher, which ultimately morphed into a cold warning: "Guard your mind, never lose it, never forget it. If you feel something is wrong, call upon the Hun Tian Ling immediately. It will protect you for a moment, buying me the chance to pull you out." He glanced at the red silk wrapped around my waist. "Since it has chosen you, trust it."
After saying this, he said no more, but stood by the door with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the incense stick.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Time was running out, no time to lose. I walked to the stone bed and took one last, deep look at the little lotus.
Wait for me to come back.
Little lotus.
Then, I closed my eyes, banishing all distracting thoughts and allowing my mind to completely calm. As my forehead touched the fuse of the Small Lotus Divine Palace, a powerful, chaotic suction instantly enveloped my consciousness. Instead of darkness, I saw a dazzling array of rapidly swirling colors and distorted fragments of scenery. Countless chaotic whispers and sharp screams rushed into my mind, attempting to disturb my concentration.
"Keep your mind!" Nezha's cold voice was like thunder, piercing through the chaos and exploding in my consciousness.
I clenched my teeth, focusing my mind on the essence of the universe, letting the chaotic torrent wash over me. My consciousness plummeted, falling into the unknown abyss of Little Lotus's soul.
crackle.
One stick of incense, and it begins.
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