The Monkey King

Holding the bamboo slip and turning several corners along the way until he was confident that he was far away, Nezha spread his legs and ran wildly. He ran straight out of the Nantianmen area and looked around to make sure there was no one around. Then he wiped off a cold sweat and anxiously picked up the bamboo slips in his hand and took a look.

With just one glance, he suddenly closed the bamboo slips again.

Blinking his eyes and swallowing dryly, taking two deep breaths, he opened the book and looked again. After doing this several times, he finally gave up. Because he saw it right.

Looking down further, Nezha felt his eyes darken when he saw the name and address of the person who made the wish. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The pattern of the hairpin on this bamboo slip is very similar to the one on Yang Chan's head.

The Three Realms are so vast and full of wonders. But there may be similar hairpins, but they are similar, and they are offered together with the statue of his own god, and they happen to be on the boundary of Huashan... This coincidence can only be said to be magical.

He pinched it with both hands and without hesitation turned the bamboo slips in his hands into ashes and scattered them to the ground.

"Sister Yang Chan...what do you want to do?"

After staring blankly at the ashes on the ground for a while, Nezha pursed his lips and turned to leave.

…

At this time, two full months had passed since Liu Yanchang started making wishes to the statue of Nezha.

During these two months, Liu Yanchang's life could be described as extremely ordinary.

Although the Liu family is not a wealthy family, they still have a few acres of thin farmland and a piece of real estate left by their ancestors, no more, no less, which is just enough for his family to live on.

in this era. Although studying is not the same as wealth, the social status of scholars is still not low.

Liu Yanchang is a scholar, so it is naturally impossible for him to work in the fields. Therefore, those few acres of land were rented to other villagers in the same town for farming, and they received some rent every year. And himself. Before her mother became seriously ill, she was a substitute teacher at a private school in the town.

Although the salary of this substitute teacher is meager, it is a decent profession after all. When meeting fellow villagers, unless the generational gap is too large, they would inevitably call him "Mr. Liu", which would be considered worthy of his father who hopes that his son will succeed.

It's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances. Some time ago. As his mother's condition worsened day by day, he had to resign from his position as a substitute teacher and return home to fulfill his filial piety. Now, as his mother's health improves day by day, he has begun to resume his original substitute teaching job.

For a time, except for the few ingots of silver he owed to treat his mother's illness, everything seemed to be back to the way it was before.

Every morning before dawn, he would get up and wash up. Make a fire and prepare breakfast. When everything was ready, he served his mother to get up and then went to teach in a private school. Standing on the podium with dignity, he recited a classic that even he himself knew little about. After teaching a circle of naughty children, before the sun set, he went home to boil water for cooking. In the evening, I will go to Xiaozao to give my child some tutoring, hoping that he can really become an official when he grows up. Don't be like yourself and can only be a private school teacher.

His mother, who is gradually recovering, and his smart and filial son, everything seems to be exactly like the beautiful life he originally imagined, except that he is missing a lovely wife. Oh, no... there's one more statue.

According to what the Third Holy Mother said, it can be as fast as one month and as slow as three months. As long as he insists on making his wish, Nezha will definitely appear in front of him. Liu Yanchang, a mere mortal, naturally did not have the courage to neglect the instructions given by the gods. He worshiped them every morning and evening, no matter how busy he was, he did not dare to neglect them. Can……

"It's been two months. Will Nezha stop coming at all?"

Liu Yanchang would have such an idea every time he saw the crudely made statue.

If Nezha didn't come, then his world would be perfect. If Nezha doesn't show up, then he won't be able to find Sun Wukong, and naturally he won't be able to become his disciple. In this way, he no longer needs to worry about his life, and can be his teacher and live a plain but comfortable life.

This... shouldn't be considered a breach of contract, right? If Nezha doesn't come, that's Nezha's problem, and he shouldn't be blamed for it.

As long as there is no breach of contract, even if the Third Holy Mother comes out of Huashan one day, there should be no reason to settle a score with herself.

Thinking about this, Liu Yanchang secretly used his sleeve to scratch off a little of the cinnabar totem painted on the base of the statue, causing damage that was unintentional but not noticed.

However, on this night, the person Liu Yanchang had been waiting for, but actually did not want him to appear at all, arrived silently...

"Are you Liu Yanchang?" Nezha appeared behind him silently, tilting his head and looking at him with disdain.

After a brief moment of panic, Liu Yanchang quickly calmed down, knelt down and cupped his hands and said, "Common man Liu Yanchang, please see the Third Prince."

Nezha glanced at the hairpin on the table with Nezha's statue, and asked softly: "Who gave you the hairpin?"

As he spoke, Nezha silently threw a sound-barring spell to completely isolate the sound in the room from the outside world.

"It's the Third Holy Mother." Liu Yanchang kowtowed quickly and said, "The Third Holy Mother asked the common people to pass a message to the Third Prince."

"explain."

"The Holy Mother said...Please ask the Third Prince to send the common people to see the Great Sage..."

…

At this time, a pair of white boots with gold trim quietly stepped on the sparse fallen leaves in the courtyard, making a squeaking sound.

Qingxin opened her eyes wide and looked around, held her breath, tiptoed towards Liu Yanchang's room, and leaned against the wall with her body bent.

After a while, she couldn't help but frown slightly, because she didn't hear anything.

"Nezha, you are not sloppy at all this time." As she said this, she took out an awl-shaped magic weapon from her waist and pointed it at the wall of the earthen wall.

Just when she was about to do something, she turned around and suddenly saw little Agarwood standing in her room with her head half out, blinking at her.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other, and the scene froze.

"Sister, what do you want to do?"

"Kid, don't be too fussy. Go back to your room and go to bed."

"This is my home, I have never seen you...are you a thief?"

"Am I... a thief?"

Qingxin almost choked to death. Looking up, Xiao Chenxiang was still lying by the door, still looking at her eagerly.

"Do you think I look like a thief?"

Little Chenxiang shook her head.

"Isn't it okay if it doesn't look like it?"

"I mean, I don't know. Because I've never seen a thief."

The two looked at each other again. Stiffened.

After a while, just when Qingxin was about to cast a spell to make Chenxiang unconscious, Chenxiang suddenly said cautiously: "Sister, you are so good-looking. I have never seen anyone as good-looking as you."

Saying that, Chen Xiang smiled sweetly.

Qing Xin's hand that was casting a spell suddenly stopped in the air, and the spell that came to her mouth suddenly turned into a sentence: "You are young, but you are discerning."

Agarwood covered her mouth. chuckled. Then he asked mysteriously: "Sister, are you a god?"

"Have you ever seen a god?"

"I haven't seen it, but my dad has. My dad said that a god will come to him, and then take him to another more powerful god, and that more powerful god will teach him spells. Then, he also He will become a god."

"Oh?" Hearing this. Qingxin suddenly laughed and drew a circle in the air.

The dots of crystals scattered in the circle looked like a group of flying fireflies in the middle of the night, and quickly disappeared.

Chen Xiang opened her mouth in shock and clapped her hands violently.

Waved at Chenxiang, Qingxin said with a smile: "Yes, I am the immortal. Come, come here, tell the immortal sister. What else did your father tell you?"

…

In the room, Liu Yanchang had already told Nezha exactly what happened. After hearing this, Nezha suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

He sat expressionlessly on Liu Yanchang's couch, his eyes dull.

"So, Sister Yang Chan wants me to send you to see that monkey?"

Liu Yanchang opened his eyes and looked at Nezha carefully, nodding slightly.

"And let that monkey teach you the magic?"

Liu Yanchang nodded slightly again.

"It's up to you to defeat the second brother and rescue her from Huashan?"

Liu Yanchang still nodded. It's just that the intensity is getting lighter and lighter. Because he had already seen that Nezha was very unhappy.

Nezha rolled his eyes at Liu Yanchang, and snorted coldly: "Do you know what it means to be an immortal?"

Liu Yanchang shook his head.

"With your qualifications, you're in your early twenties, right? You can't even think about refining the gods until you die, let alone compete with the second brother, and you still save Sister Yang Chan? What a joke."

Liu Yanchang swallowed dryly and said cautiously: "The Holy Mother said that there is a pill that can remedy this."

"Is it just your qualifications? Even the pills in the entire heaven are not enough for you to swallow."

Liu Yanchang lowered his head and stopped talking.

After being silent for a while, Nezha said softly: "Just tell the Third Holy Mother, I don't think it's possible. There aren't that many pills for you to practice, so I won't send you there."

After saying that, Nezha stood up and was about to leave, but was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You should tell the Third Holy Mother that you have never seen me... Just say that you have been worshiping for a long time, and no matter how you worship, I haven't come. have you understood?"

Liu Yanchang nodded slightly.

After thinking about it for a moment, Nezha still felt uneasy. He waved to Liu Yanchang and said, "Forget it, come here and I'll just erase your memory. In this way, even if Sister Yang Chan presses, she won't be able to find out anything." "

"Eradicate...memory?" Liu Yanchang was shocked and quickly took a step back.

"What? I want to erase your memory, but you can still hide?"

Liu Yanchang looked at Nezha blankly.

"Don't worry, at most you will become a fool and you won't die." Without waiting for Liu Yanchang's reply, Nezha loosened his arms and legs twice and walked towards Liu Yanchang with a smirk on his face.

Liu Yanchang was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

Just when Liu Yanchang opened his mouth and was about to call for help and beg for mercy, the door rang.

For a moment, both of them froze.

Before they could react, the door was pushed open with a harsh friction sound. Qingxin stepped into the room with little Chenxiang in her arms, glanced around briefly, and finally her eyes fell on the hairpin.

In the astonished gazes of Nezha and Liu Yanchang, she said with a smile: "What is the third prince planning to do? He actually laid a sound-barring spell when he came to earth. Could it be that there are some ulterior secrets? "(To be continued~^~)

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