jdhmnovel Chapter 62 From now on, Nezha will only kill, not save!
Chapter 62 From now on, Nezha will only kill, not save!
"Don't think about it!"
Li Jing shouted, then got down on all fours and kowtowed hard towards Nezha's palace.
This scene stunned the officers, soldiers, and civilians present.
I thought to myself, "This person is so stubborn. He keeps saying no, but his body language is so honest."
Li Jing didn't know why he was being so obedient.
Their faces were filled with terror.
He questioned the little demoness:
"Where on earth did you learn such sorcery?!"
"The person who taught you such heinous magic deserves to die!"
His curses grew louder and louder, and his head banged harder and harder.
However, his forehead turned red after kneeling up a few steps.
Yang Jiao stared for a long time, then clapped her hands:
"That's fun, that's fun! I'll ask the uncle to write one for me next time."
Such an interesting spell can only be used once; it's really not enough fun!
Seeing Li Jing kowtow, Yang Jiao ran over and picked up the Heavenly Gang Blade that was scattered on the ground.
Smiling broadly, she said:
"This is good stuff. We'll keep it so Kongkong can beat up that non-mainstream Red Boy who dyed his hair at such a young age."
When Li Jing had kowtowed three times and bowed nine times as he climbed more than a dozen steps, a commoner who had been to Chentang Pass before finally stepped forward from the crowd.
After scrutinizing Li Jing several times, he suddenly remembered!
Pointing at him, he said:
"It's him! He's the father of Nezha, the one who protected the immortals of Cuiping Mountain!"
The people looked at each other for a long time, then took out eggs and threw them even harder, cursing:
"You don't deserve to be Nezha's father! How could anyone be so cruel to their own child!"
"Exactly! He didn't stop us to offer incense to Nezha; he wanted to destroy the palace!"
Li Jing's face turned black and purple, which aroused even greater public anger.
He wasn't afraid of being insulted; he hated it when people recognized him as Nezha's father.
That monstrous father!
These people have gone mad; they've all been bewitched by Nezha!
Hearing them mention Nezha repeatedly, and now not only had he been recognized, but he was also kneeling on the ground kowtowing to that demon, Li Jing could no longer suppress the churning in his chest.
How can a father kowtow to his son?
Li Jing coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"I am not that monster's father!"
Li Jing shouted loudly, spitting out a mixture of saliva and blood.
His mind was in turmoil, and he could no longer bear such humiliation, so he said to Yang Jiao:
“Little demon… Little immortal, Li Jing knows his mistake, please spare Li Jing.”
Yang Jiao stood a few steps above him, and upon hearing his words, she merely smiled coldly and said:
"Li Jing, you don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid."
"What? You're so upset when people insult you? What about every single word you utter when you call out to Nezha?"
"Wrong? Ha, just take it."
After saying that, Yang Jiao turned around and stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the picturesque scenery of Cuiping Mountain and feeling the breeze from Nezha's Palace.
I felt refreshed and invigorated.
Li Jing, on the other hand, knelt perfectly.
A thousand steps lead up to the Emerald Screen, each step a drop of blood from Li Jing.
Many people who later came here to fulfill their vows were unaware of the past events. Seeing everyone gathered around watching this person kneel and worship, they immediately praised him:
"This person is truly devout in making his wish."
Another person stepped forward and said to Li Jing:
"With your piety, Nezha will surely bless you when you meet him later."
When Li Jing turned around to retort, his head was already covered in blood, his forehead swollen and cracked, making him look even more ferocious as he said:
"That Nezha is a monster! A monster!"
"You fools who come to him for help are also being misled by him!"
Hearing this, the man felt utterly bewildered; he had come to kindly praise him, yet received not a single word in return.
He spat at Li Jing and cursed:
"You really don't appreciate kindness! Nezha won't protect someone like you!"
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and the other people quickly recounted what had happened.
As expected, later on, the common people also joined the ranks of those who cursed Li Jing.
She secretly regretted that she had brought lotus flowers to offer incense; she should have brought several baskets of rotten eggs instead!
Yang Jiao leaned down and watched Li Jing kowtow one after another, asking him:
"Li Jing, do you know you're wrong?"
After that, Li Jing remained silent.
He didn't know what other evil arts or sorcery this little demoness possessed, so he dared not provoke her rashly again.
The Nezha Palace on the main peak of Cuiping Mountain has a thousand steps.
It was an hour later when Li Jing knelt and bowed at the Crown Prince's Palace.
The people who followed him did not leave, eager to see how Li Jing would kneel before Nezha.
And inside Nezha Cave
Nezha, with three heads and eight arms, stood high above.
As soon as Li Jing looked up, he saw Nezha's three heads and eight arms, and thought to himself: "Monster!"
Then, looking at the group of people holding lotus flowers and incense, as if he had found evidence, he pointed at the statue and said:
"Open your eyes and look! Nezha isn't a god; isn't he a monster with three heads and eight arms?"
"Foolish! Ignorant! That's why you were fooled by him!"
The people were so angry they wanted to go up and beat him up.
Nezha has been their guardian deity for a thousand requests and ten thousand requests; this person truly deserves to die!
The people all set aside their own opportunities to make wishes, placed the lotus flowers they had brought at the shrine, and each lit incense and prayed:
"Please, Nezha, appear and kill this foul-mouthed Li Jing!"
After the final kowtow, Li Jing felt the restraints on his body instantly disappear, but now that he no longer had the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Blades in his hands, he dared not make a move.
His eyes darted around, and he stood up, secretly looking for an opportunity to break the Nezha statue.
The smoke from the incense offered by the devout people rose and flew to the forehead of the Nezha statue.
Yang Jiao stepped forward joyfully, supporting herself on the shrine, and called out:
"Nezha, I've come to see you."
As soon as she finished speaking, light and shadow flickered on the statue.
Nezha's spirit was attached to it, and it was smiling.
However, before the smile could even reach his eyes, he saw Li Jing standing in the center with an angry expression.
Nezha instinctively wanted to call him "father," but then he instantly remembered that he had already returned his flesh and blood to him and that they had no further connection.
He immediately said:
"Li Jing, what brings you here?"
When Li Jing saw Nezha calling him by his name, and the little demoness also calling him by his name and ordering him to kneel, he was furious and pointed at the crowd, cursing Nezha.
"You beast! You harmed your parents in life and fooled the people after death! What face do you have to accept the people's offerings and want to be reborn?"
Nezha looked down at him, having thought he wouldn't be hurt by Li Jing's words again, but still felt a deep pain in his heart. He asked:
"So, if Yang Jiao hadn't stopped you this time, you really would have smashed my statue and made me suffer a terrible death, right?"
"Correct!"
Li Jing gritted his teeth and answered.
Nezha closed his eyes, gave a wry smile, and said to Li Jing:
"I have already repaid my parents' kindness by cutting off my bones and flesh. Now you come to take my life. Do you know that now I have not only severed all ties of affection but also incurred a blood feud?"
Li Jing felt that he was the only sober person among a group of ignorant people; while all others were drunk, he alone was awake.
He pointed at Nezha and said:
"You yourself said you've repaid the debt of life, so I, Li Jing, am not afraid of making enemies with demons!"
"it is good!"
Then Nezha let out a shout.
Yang Jiao immediately stepped forward, looked at Nezha and said:
"If you dare let him smash your idol, I'll never forgive you!"
"What does this have to do with Li Jing? I personally lit the incense, and your body was created by Taiyi Zhenren. You owe him nothing!"
Yang Jiao was just waiting for Nezha to say something that would make Li Jing want to kill him, so she would kill him first with the Heavenly Gang Blade that Li Jing had begged for!
And then,
Nezha shook his head.
Looking at the still stubborn Li Jing, he said:
"You don't need to fight me. I'll come out myself to settle this blood feud with you and cleanse myself of all the filth of this mortal world!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the clay on the statue above the shrine shattered and fell off in large pieces, revealing the lotus stems and leaves inside.
It was only exposed for a moment before its meridians, bones, and blood visibly grew back.
Upon seeing this, the people all kowtowed devoutly, witnessing this scene of a deity appearing in the world.
Li Jing panicked and tried to pull the kneeling man away.
"You're all insane! Get up, get up! He's a monster, a monster!"
He didn't lift anyone up.
All that could be seen was Nezha's flesh and blood reappearing, standing on the shrine with indifferent eyes, showing no trace of affection for Li Jing.
He looked down at them with disdain and arrogance.
The lotus petals brought by the people beneath his feet transformed into sharp blades, each one slicing through Li Jing's flesh.
"Ah! You monster! You dare to kill your father..."
But before he could finish speaking,
His eyes were filled with endless fear, and all he could see was Nezha, who was riding on his Wind and Fire Wheels, surrounded by flames, with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were filled with a downward gaze.
The indifference in those eyes instantly dominated all thoughts in Li Jing's mind.
It brought him the greatest fear in the world.
Then the owner of the gaze crossed his arms and spoke indifferently:
"I, Nezha, was born of heaven and earth, an incarnation of a lotus flower. How could I have parents? How could I be accused of patricide?"
The three-headed, eight-armed Nezha flew down from the shrine.
He circled around in front of Li Jing and slapped him eight times.
Then, looking down, he saw no reflection of Li Jing in his eyes, but coldly asked:
Have you ever felt any remorse?
Li Jing was enraged when his own son slapped him eight times in front of the people and his own soldiers.
"I did nothing wrong! I never did anything wrong."
Nezha said no more.
Flames erupted from the wheels of wind beneath his feet; he crossed his arms and surveyed the surrounding landscape with disdain; the magical artifacts wielded by his six arms were awe-inspiring.
He looked at Li Jing as if he were a piece of trash.
"From this day forward, Nezha will only be killed, not saved!"
"Li Jing, prepare to die!"