GBP Chapter 236 Xiqi Meets Nezha
Chapter 236 Xiqi Meets Nezha
Shen Gongbao finally arrived at Kowloon Island.
Upon entering, they saw four Taoist priests preparing to leave.
He hurriedly stepped forward and called out:
"Fellow Daoist, please wait."
Wang Mo looked at the person riding the black-spotted tiger, frowned, and asked:
"Who are you? What brings you to Kowloon Island?"
Shen Gongbao looked at Wang Mo, Yang Sen, Gao Youqian, and Li Xingba in front of him, and said with a sorrowful expression:
“Fellow Daoists, I, Shen Gongbao, am also a disciple of the Jie Sect. I have been entrusted by Grand Tutor Wen Zhong to invite you to come down the mountain to guard the pass.”
“That Jiang Ziya of Zhou’s army is shameless. He actually invited disciples of the Chan Sect, who defeated Zhang Guifang of Qinglong Pass. Grand Tutor and you all are old acquaintances. Gongbao has come to invite you.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Mo's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown.
Face evil path:
"Such a thing is possible! Are they implying that our Jie Sect has no one to rely on?"
He turned and called to his three junior brothers, who each summoned their mounts and called to Shen Gongbao:
"Please lead the way, fellow Daoist. We will go down the mountain now to meet that powerful disciple of the Chan Sect."
Shen Gongbao squeezed the black-spotted tiger's belly tightly with his legs, immediately turning it around. He reminded him:
"The vanguard of the Chan Sect this time is Nezha, a disciple of Taiyi Zhenren. He has mastered the ability to keep his soul from wandering. Fellow Daoists, please be careful."
Yang Sen burst into laughter upon hearing this and stood up:
“Fellow Daoist, although my four fellow disciples and I are not highly skilled, we possess three great magic treasures: the Heaven-Opening Pearl, the Earth-Splitting Pearl, and the Primordial Chaos Pearl. No matter what kind of Nezha or Nazha they are, they cannot escape our grasp.”
……
After spending five days with Yang Tianyou in the Western Church, Yang Jiao prepared to set off.
We could have stayed two more days.
But seeing that the mosquito Taoist was becoming increasingly listless, she decided that she should go to Xiqi to feed the mosquitoes first.
To avoid making the child too thin from being tempted by sweets.
"Father, I won't be able to visit you much after this trip. Please take good care of yourself. If those flowers and plants don't survive, so be it. I will definitely find some with spiritual roots for you."
"And one more thing." Yang Jiao turned to look at Kinnara with concern, her tone softening, "I'll leave Father's path of cultivation to you. Thank you for your hard work, little brother."
This was the first time Kinnara had heard Yang Jiao call him his younger brother.
A warm feeling welled up inside me.
I really do have a family now.
He has all his siblings.
He solemnly promised:
"Don't worry, elder sister. Kinnara will make sure that our adoptive father lives to be a hundred years old and that he can reunite with our adoptive mother as soon as possible."
He had heard Yang Tianyou talk about his family when they were hoeing the ground together.
When he considered her his godfather, he wished he could go to Peach Mountain himself and rescue his godmother.
Yang Jiao was very pleased.
The three siblings all had different responsibilities and things to do. When no one could take care of Yang Tianyou, it was fortunate that Kinnara was there.
"We're family, so I won't say any empty words of thanks. You should take care of yourself too."
Kinnara escorted Yang Jiao and the Mosquito Taoist out of the courtyard, bowed, and said:
"Take care, elder sister."
After the two of them left the Western Religion together.
Kinnara looked back at the sea of blood, the howling wind pulling at his long hair, the messy strands of hair slapping against his face much like the chaotic fate that awaited him.
……
Yang Jiao stopped directly above Zhou Ying.
He pulled back the Mosquito Taoist, who was eager to go down and find something delicious to drink, and solemnly instructed him:
"Mosquito, remember what I said. If you don't want to be a god, then no matter what happens down there, you must not intervene."
"Can't we even lift a finger?"
Not at all.
Yang Jiao looked cautious.
The Investiture of the Gods was a massive undertaking; anyone involved in its cause and effect would be drawn into it.
Especially those with high strength and cultivation like Mosquito Daoist, both the Chan and Jie sects are eager to trap them first.
Before the civil war escalated, they were still essentially united.
Your fellow Daoist is also my fellow Daoist, and there are quite a few instances where we address each other as senior brother or senior uncle.
Mosquito Taoist said "Oh" and silently tucked his hands into his sleeves.
The empty sleeves fluttered in the wind in mid-air.
Yang Jiao: ...
"That mosquito..."
Mosquito Taoist was already dizzy from hunger, and even though he had obeyed so obediently, Yang Jiao still looked like she had something to say.
She felt wronged!
"I didn't lift a finger."
As he spoke, he swayed his body, his empty sleeves flapping back and forth with a rustling sound.
Yang Jiao rubbed her forehead.
He pulled Mosquito Taoist's hand out, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve, and then said earnestly:
"It is not permissible to help or harm either side in the Investiture of the Gods war, as every action will cause trouble."
Mosquito Taoist nodded as he asked:
"So if someone hurts you, even mosquitoes can't help you?"
As she spoke, her tone became noticeably more assertive.
It carried a hint of anger.
Yang Jiao hummed in agreement, her brows furrowing slightly as she said:
"However... I don't belong to either side, so they won't attack me."
Looking at Yang Jiao's small face, Mosquito Taoist recalled the days he had spent living in fear.
Thinking to myself:
Forget about cause and effect; if anyone dares to harm Yang Jiao, then we'll fight them!
The Styx Ancestor possesses the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, which can kill without incurring karmic consequences.
If I were to die in the Investiture of the Gods, I could simply sneak into the Blood Sea and take the sword while he was in meditation.
Mosquito Taoist was naive, and since he didn't say it aloud, Yang Jiao assumed that she had taken it all to heart.
He then felt reassured and took her downstairs.
Looking around the camp, I didn't see a single familiar face.
Just then, a patrol of soldiers spotted them and immediately pointed their spears at the two of them, shouting sternly:
"Who dares to trespass into my Zhou army camp!"
Mosquitoes can't stand the noise.
She really wanted to punch him and send him flying, but she remembered Yang Jiao's instructions and stood aside, her cheeks puffing up with anger.
Yang Jiao smiled to herself, thinking to herself: What a clever mosquito.
He said in a cheerful mood:
"I am the Pure Blessing God appointed by Prime Minister Jiang, and I have come to guide your soul to the Investiture of Gods Platform."
These ordinary generals of low rank had no idea about the Investiture of the Gods.
His vigilance remained undiminished.
"The Prime Minister has already gone out to meet the enemy, so your words cannot be corroborated. Anyone who trespasses on the military camp will be arrested and interrogated later!"
Seeing that reasoning with them was futile, and knowing where Jiang Ziya was, Yang Jiao didn't make things difficult for them. Instead, she grabbed the Mosquito Taoist, who was about to lose his temper, and flew directly into the sky.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers immediately turned pale.
He hurriedly put down his weapon and muttered:
"Could it be that a deity has descended to earth?"
Yang Jiao flew high into the sky and looked down, finally spotting the location of the battle between the two armies near Qinglong Pass.
The two sides each occupied a separate location, standing far apart.
Mosquito Taoist, who had been sulking, suddenly saw a figure and pointed below, saying:
"It's Nezha!"
Yang Jiao saw it too.
Jiang Ziya stood on the high platform, looking down with a look of urgency. His previous campaign had been thwarted by these four men.
Nezha was the main vanguard in this battle, standing at the very front.
She was overjoyed; Nezha was coming, and Yang Jian would be here soon too.
Next.
With four more people by her side, Zhang Guifang's arrogance is running high.
During his first encounter with Nezha, he suffered a setback, but fortunately, the Four Sages of Nine Dragons Island came to his aid.
At this moment, his gaze toward Nezha was even more contemptuous.
"Today, let's see what skills you have that can defeat the five of us!"
Nezha glanced at him sideways, pointed his Fire-Tipped Spear at Zhang Guifang, and said listlessly:
"Enough with the nonsense, come and die if you want."
The words were spoken.
Hearing this sound, Yang Jiao clapped excitedly in mid-air in the middle of the battlefield.
All that's missing is a shout:
"it is good!"