Chapter 8 008 The Troubles of Young Nezha
She disappeared again.
This is the third time.
Even though the Hun Tian Ling was tightly wrapped around her wrist, even though he kept his eyes fixed on her, when she disappeared, the magic weapon was useless. In just a moment, in the blink of an eye, she disappeared like smoke - just as she had said.
Nezha couldn't explain the feeling. Their first encounter, on the walls of Chentang Pass, was definitely not a happy one. A single glance, and she vanished without a trace. He'd dismissed her as a mountain spirit, and now that the demonic dragon was dead, he didn't bother searching for her.
Back at the General's residence, his father slapped him. Blood trickled from his mouth, and as he met those furious eyes, he didn't flinch. "Are we, the Li family, going to bow down to the so-called gods for generations?!"
Li Jing was also furious, meeting Nezha's eyes filled with dissatisfaction. He spoke kindly, "My son, you only know how to object and bow your head, but you don't know that the gods can turn clouds and rain with a flip of their hands! Offering a human sacrifice can ensure good weather in Chentang, so why worry about a bad harvest? I know you are ambitious and unconstrained. But what about the people of Chentang? They can't withstand the raging waves! You are known for your kindness. How could you bear to see your fellow villagers suffer?"
Nezha retorted, "The gods' appetites are only getting bigger! How long will it take for the population of Chentang, and indeed the entire Shang Dynasty, to sustain their extravagance?"
Human sacrifice has a long history, year after year, and one day, the people of the Shang Dynasty will be devoured.
Li Jing stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "You have some truth in what you said. But our human race's words are not taken seriously. Let me think of a solution..."
Nezha didn't think his father could come up with any good ideas.
There seemed to be no resistance in my father's life, and that was for the best.
But before he could come up with a solution, his father had already confined him to the courtyard in the southwest corner of the mansion, and strictly ordered him not to step out of the courtyard until he returned from Qianyuan Mountain.
It was during this period of confinement that he saw her for the second time.
Her footsteps were so light that the strange smell that broke in startled him.
He wanted to go and see what kind of monster had dared to trespass into the general's mansion.
He went out with a lantern. Raindrops fell from the eaves, soaking his trouser legs. Beneath the wall, a young girl in white huddled with her knees hugged. Her long, flowing hair obscured her expression, but her raised eyes held a silent, blank space.
Her body was shivering, as if she was afraid, but her eyes were empty and calm.
She stood up, seemed to be choosing her words, and finally asked, "Does your face...still hurt?"
Nezha was startled, his fingertips unconsciously caressing his cheek. He remembered the burning sensation of dragon blood splattering. The wound had long since healed, but her question seemed to stir the flames anew.
He raised his hand to explore, but his fingertips passed straight through her figure.
"ghost?"
Helplessness flashed in her eyes, and for the first time, an emotion similar to annoyance appeared in her eyes that were neither sad nor happy.
"I'm not a ghost. So don't treat me like one."
She spoke as if he were some kind of demon god who killed people without blinking an eye.
…
It seems to be true.
"Come in."
He led her into the room.
He understood what she said, but it was destined to be a difficult road.
"Tell me, did I do something wrong?"
She looked at him in surprise, as if to say: You actually doubt yourself.
The depression in his heart suddenly felt relieved.
The red headband formed all kinds of strange patterns at her fingertips.
She asked him if he wanted to try.
He said "childish" directly, but in the end he still played the game of flower rope with her.
His fingertips touched his palm, bringing a slight tingle. He raised his eyes and saw that she was only concerned with the new design of the flower rope, and he couldn't help but suppress any emotion.
His father sent for him.
He asked her to go back to her hometown and not come to Chentang again, but she said that she could not go back.
She was a ghost, and without a medium, he couldn't touch her.
The conversation with his father was not smooth. To resolve the situation, he traveled to Qianyuan Mountain to seek a solution from his master, Taiyi Zhenren. Taiyi Zhenren, out of devotion to his disciple, instructed him to prepare a 3,000-person sacrifice to seek forgiveness from the Dragon King, thus resolving the matter.
This is the safest way.
Now his father has prepared the human sacrifice for the ceremony. All he needs is for him to bow his head that day.
Oh, bow your head?
Nezha's handsome face was full of sneers, and now he and his father had nothing to say to each other.
His mother carried him for three years before giving birth, only to discover he was a lump of flesh. His father angrily rebuked the evildoer and struck him with a single blow of his sword, finally allowing him to be born. Born extraordinary, he worshipped Taiyi Zhenren as his teacher and received a magical weapon from him. He was destined to be a child of destiny, unrivaled in this world.
He could understand his father's weakness.
But... he didn't want to.
Will you regret killing a dragon?
Never.
The evil dragon committed evil and made insatiable demands, causing the people of Chentang to become homeless and hungry. He deserves to be killed!
"Don't be stubborn."
Nezha walked out the door expressionlessly.
On his way back to his room, he went to see his mother. When his mother saw him, tears flowed like a river on her delicate face.
"My son, my son, please don't be stubborn..."
Obstinate and refusing to repent...
Everyone was telling him not to be stubborn.
But who is really stubborn and refuses to change?
When she returned to the room, only a red hairband was left on the floor; she had disappeared.
She said she was a ghost, and even her disappearance was like a ghost.
Nezha picked up the hairband and wrapped it around his wrist.
I can’t explain how I feel, I just hope I don’t see her again next time.
The sky is going to change.
It’s just a pity that he doesn’t know her name yet.
The third time he saw her was on the shores of the East China Sea. That afternoon, Nezha strolled aimlessly along the beach. The tide had receded, and the sand stretched out like a vast expanse of cloth, leaving only the damp sand reflecting the sky. A thin mist shrouded the distant horizon, blurring the boundary between water and sky.
He turned around and walked back. Just as he reached the tree, a groan suddenly reached his ears. Looking back, a flash of bright red suddenly caught his eye. This time it was a red dress.
She was not far ahead, rubbing her temples as she stood up, her eyes filled with confusion. As if she had just thought of something, a flash of panic crossed her eyes. Seeing that she was about to slap him, the Hun Tian Ling swung around, wrapping around her wrist. She followed the Hun Tian Ling's direction and, seeing it was him, greeted him with a charming smile.
She called him the Third Young Master.
Nezha was inexplicably displeased by this name.
So he said, "Nezha, call me Nezha."
She smiled and didn't disagree.
Talking about her sudden departure that day, she said again that she was a liar and was committed to becoming the greatest liar in the world.
If she is really a liar, she is now the most powerful liar.
This time he still didn't ask her name, perhaps he was looking forward to their next meeting.
See you next time...
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In the dark clouds high above, countless giant heads with green faces and fangs shone faintly. The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas gathered, and their shrimp soldiers and crab generals lurked around. The surging waves reached the sky, as if they could submerge the entire Chentang Pass in an instant.
The Hun Tian Ling was blown up by the strong wind, and a touch of bright red became the only color in the dark world.
He walked towards the city wall step by step.
His father was waiting for him there.
With Li Jing smiling, the young man stood on the top of the city wall and stopped in front of those huge heads.
Is that God?
No, that's just a demon.
How ridiculous! His father actually wanted him to bow down to these ugly monsters?
These ugly heads opened their bloody mouths at the same time, and deafening shouts came from all directions:
"Li Nezha, plead guilty!"
"Li Nezha, plead guilty!"
"Li Nezha, plead guilty!"
The young man in red clothes and silver armor raised his head and stared at the heads intently.
Li Jing shouted angrily, "Nezha, what are you waiting for? Confess your crime to the Dragon King!"
When the words fell, Nezha's beautiful face smiled softly: "Confession?"
A trace of panic flashed across Li Jing's face, "Evil boy! Have you forgotten what we said that day?!"
Nezha suddenly showed a flaming spear in his hand and said with a smile, "My son has never forgotten, but...
Nezha looked at the three thousand densely packed human sacrifices below the city wall, men, women, young and old, all with numb expressions.
Human sacrifice, human sacrifice...
I didn’t think so before.
Now it seems that, just as she said, Nuwa did not create humans to improve food!
"Someone has to resist all this first, right?"
After he finished speaking, he tapped his toes, and the Chaos Ribbon flew up, the Universe Circle whistled, and the Fire Spear shot straight at the demon...
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