[Nezha: The Devil Boy Comes to the World] Lian Huo

The mighty Battle of the Conferred Gods that lasted for many years has finally come to an end.

The leader of Xiqi's pioneer officials, the No. 1 record under Yuxu's family, and the third prince Nezha became a saint in the flesh. He experienced [-] catastrophes and achieved Taoism.

This catastrophe of life finally came to an end, the gods returned, and the new god system was formally formed.

There will be no major events in the world in a short time, and it will take a long time for the human world to repair the wounds caused by this war between humans and gods. The returned gods also need to adapt to their new identities and shoulder the responsibilities of the heavenly court.

After the war ended, Nezha waited patiently for the Emperor and Yuanshi Tianzun to finish the follow-up matters, and then ran away. Anyway, he was completely idle anyway, and it is estimated that there will be nothing to come to him in the short term.

He ran back to Qinglian Jiezi in one breath.

The battle of the Conferred Gods for nearly 20 years has sharpened the unruly mind of the former youth.His body has grown completely, and is forever fixed on the appearance of a 22-year-old boy.

He stood outside the green lotus mustard seed, and this small world sensed his aura. From his blood, he smelled the smell of the giant leaf red lotus and karmic fire, as well as the aura of the eternal lotus on him, so he readily accepted it. She embraced him and welcomed him back with open arms.

He flashed a cheerful smile.

It has been 16 years since the last time he was seriously injured and returned to Jiezi to recuperate. In these years, he followed King Wu to conquer the north and south, sweeping the human world, and he hardly had a chance to breathe.

But he has nothing to be afraid of. Since he had personally sought proof from her last time, it shows that all efforts can finally see hope.During the Conferred God War, he didn't have the time and energy to do other things. Now that the war is over and the life of the God Race is so long, he has a lot of time to spend with her.

Following the direction in his memory, he came all the way to the center of the mustard world, and when he saw the white fairy palace hanging in the air, he paused.

The vicissitudes of life, more than ten years have passed like this.

He thought of the end of the Battle of the Conferred Gods, and he watched King Wu ascend the throne and be crowned.He stood in front of the generals who conferred the gods, second only to Jiang Ziya, watching the human emperor standing on a high place overlooking it, and the mortals knelt down and shouted the destiny of God.

The queen and the princes stood on the other side, looking at King Wu's heroic figure in a daze.Behind her stood a few women who bowed their heads cautiously. Some of them were holding children, both men and women.

At that time, Nezha looked at the family members of King Wu, and then at Ji Fa on the high platform.

When he stepped on the fire of karma and stepped into Xiqi's camp with a golden gun in his hand, he was still arrogant in his heart. Although he had experienced two life and death, he still didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. With years of cultivation and wisdom, he thinks he is unparalleled in the world, and treats trivial things in the world like dust, and has always been impatient.

Now 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the years have hardly brought him much change, except for the maturity of Taoism, he looks as bright and fierce as before.But during these years of fighting, Ji Fa has grown old, and Zhou's royal family has added many newcomers.

He suddenly wanted to go back to Chentangguan, the place where he was born, the place that once brought him endless pain and darkness, but sprinkled fire in his life.

After King Wu ascended the throne, Nezha bid him farewell.Ji Fa knew he couldn't keep him, sighed, smiled and watched the unruly young man in the form of a red lotus step on the fire, and left Chaoge without the slightest nostalgia.

God Race's controller can travel thousands of miles, not to mention Nezha's hot wheel is the most precious treasure in the world, and it is more powerful when combined with Sanwei Zhenhuo, but it is almost from Chaoge to Chentangguan in an instant.

Nezha fell from the sky, he looked around and smiled with his lips curled up.

This is the beach where he met Ao Bing.

At this time, King Wu had decided to move the capital, and the entire Yin and Shang territories were in a state of population turmoil.Nezha stood on the tower of Chentangguan, watching the people in the city rushing out of the city with their bags on their backs, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

He once hated those people in this land so much, but now he looks down on them with such compassion.For the first time, those tall men and women with hideous faces became weak in his eyes, and the disgusted and hateful ferocity on their faces disappeared, replaced by haggard and frightened faces that had been frightened for a long time, All of them lowered their heads, and their exposed fragile necks were full of bony bones.

The war that has ended is a catastrophe for the common people in the world.It's just that he dominated the life and death of himself and even thousands of people in the catastrophe, and these people are just worthless things being dominated by others.

At that time, their looks seemed to be able to determine his situation. He tried everything to get a smiling face of recognition from them, but it was so difficult, so difficult, until his body was completely destroyed, and he was able to obtain the world with only the soul of the magic pill. After a short breath, they woke up.When he wakes up, he can finally treat him fairly once, but he is dead, who should present the justice after death?

If he didn't forgive, who ever asked him to forgive?But if he forgives, how can he be worthy of his dead life?Fortunately, he is a god, and gods are merciful, so no one will ask him whether he forgives, and they all agree that this past has passed, and since it has passed, gods and mortals should go their separate ways.He is a sage of destiny, they are mediocre people, they are not worth his second look.The same sect persuaded him, Tianzun persuaded him, and King Wu seemed to think so too. Although he is also a mortal, he is the God of destiny. For Cao Jie, it is naturally the difference between heaven and earth.

None of his father and brother set foot here again.These years of fighting have consumed too much of their minds. Besides, Mrs. Yin is dead. There are four gods in their family, father and son, but she is the only woman who is just a mortal in the end. Gone, the old events of Chentangguan should also disappear with the fall of the Yin and Shang Dynasties.

Why on earth can't he let go?The person who should hate this city the most, in the end, is the person who can't let go.

The evening smoke was everywhere, and the people below staggered forward with their bodies supported, their expressions numb, like a skeleton that had lost its flesh and soul.

Back then, the little magic pill, the flying Chentangguan, the lush forest, the East Beach full of busy sea dwellers, the perverse and stubborn old man with a cane, the people who couldn't escape mediocrity, emotions and desires full of prejudice, It probably turned into flying smoke in their memory long ago, and was blown out by the smoke of charcoal.

Cherish the destiny and fear death, that's what gods should do.

Ao Bing told him this, and Ao Bing himself has always been very firm in implementing this point.He was indeed very cautious, never made mistakes, and did what a qualified fairy should do. The little prince of the dragon clan who dared to flood Chentang back then finally got his wish and got rid of his identity as a monster clan, and obediently acted as his fairy. Chen Tangguan didn't dare to come back again, for fear of arousing the suspicion of Heavenly Court.

That's right, the dragon clan of the four seas returned to the four seas, regained the strength of ten thousand scales, divided the four seas, and finally the dragon clan was free. As the only dragon living in the nine heavens, how could Ao Bing dare to jump around like before? He ran amok together.

After all, he couldn't act recklessly like Nezha.Nezha has his master Taiyi, the chaotic Qinglian who protects him, and a teacher who has a bad relationship but has a tight internal protection.

The fate of a person is really uncertain.The magic pill and the Lingzhu were exchanged, and the fate of the two unusual children was also turned upside down.Some people are born as spirit beads, loved by heaven and earth, graceful, pro-destiny, kind and gentle, but in the end they are never free, and they are satisfied with following the rules and regulations to be a god; The world despises, scolds and criticizes, and has to be wiped out with ashes and smoke, as if he can be worthy of all living beings in the world, but now he dominates the fate of heaven and the world, and cheers for his sanctification. As long as he doesn't stab the sky, the gods will tolerate his temper a little , fulfilling his unruly nature.

It's ridiculous that fate tricks people.

So now that Ao Bing is holding that fairy face to the outside world, Nezha understands it, as long as his best friend doesn't face him with that half-dead look.

He got down from the tower and walked in against the crowd.At the beginning, he didn't deliberately hide his figure, and he was recognized by others, "Fire golden gun, looks like a good woman", his image has long been spread all over the world with folk songs.The villagers looked at him in horror, as if looking at a god who came to take his life, so helpless and terrified, the child was held tightly in the arms of his mother, secretly looked at him from between their arms, his eyes were bright Light.

Nezha felt bored, so he hid himself, and mortals would never see him again.

He walked into the city, walked to the previous location of the Li Mansion based on his memory, and looked up, Gao Pian had already changed his name.He was startled for a moment, then easily climbed over the wall and walked to his yard.The wall courtyard has been repaired long ago, and the old trees are still there. Sitting on the fence, Nezha looked at the courtyard and found that there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, and a shuttlecock appeared in the palm of his hand, Hongyu, very ordinary.He stared at the shuttlecock for a long time before he clenched his fist, dispelling the phantom in his palm.

Shanhe is still absent.No matter how much this house looks like before, it has long since died in his heart, buried in the deepest part of his heart along with the former mistress.

Looking back on this little half of his life, Nezha felt devastated, and all the happiness came from only a few people. Besides, he didn't have any affection for any old place in his memory.

Mrs. Yin's death cut off the last ties between him and the mortal world.

His mother, a hero among women, slays demons and slays demons for half her life without losing to a man. At the end of the day, her name has never been listed on the list of gods.Nezha has been grievous and angry, but his anger seems to be an expression of dissatisfaction in the eyes of others. A family of father and son, four gods, no one would say that heaven favors them, but how can this family talk without their favorite person? Can it be called home?

He suddenly felt bored, stood up from the wall, looked down, felt that the world was so vast, but there was no place for him to rest.

When the home is no longer home, the world has become a sad place.

Hot Wheels whizzed over and carried him to the sky.

In this world, there will always be a place where he can stay at ease, Nezha thought.

As soon as he went up to the sky, he was stopped by the emperor of heaven and accepted the new title and priesthood. He silently bowed down and saluted the emperor of heaven.

This seems to be his best ending. He has changed his life so much against the sky in this life, and he can be regarded as No.1 from ancient times to the present.

Saying goodbye to Jiuchongtian, he looked at the other side of the Tianhe River, and almost rushed to Qinglian Jiezi with a mentality of running towards salvation.

At this moment, he looked at the imaginary Immortal Palace not far away, and suddenly hesitated.

16 years.

He suddenly felt a little timid.

The cyan light spread down from the top of the head, starting from Du Wang Palace, and the goddess in green walked towards him on the road formed by divine power.

"As soon as I heard that the Conferred God was over, I was wondering when you would come back."

Foshuang stopped in her tracks, looked at him from a distance, and smiled.

Nezha stared at her, took a step, shrunk an inch, and stood in front of her.

She only reached his chest.

"I'm back." He said softly, looking down at her with complicated eyes.

Foshuang also looked at him, seeing all the changes in him, suddenly feeling a little emotional.

She can't forget her worry and anxiety in the past ten years, and she can't forget the torment of waiting for the outcome of every war with fear.

From the day Nezha came, she never succeeded in falling asleep again.

"16 years," she blinked, trying to force the water out of her eyes, "What a little heartless..."

Even if she raises a flower with wisdom, she should come back to see her after so many years.

Nezha just looked down at her, and smiled lightly when he heard the words.

"Then I'm not leaving."

"You didn't even come back... what?"

She suddenly forgot what she had said, stared at him with wide eyes, and got stuck for a while.

Nezha's smile widened, he passed her and walked towards Du Wang Palace, stretching while walking.

Foshuang walked back with him, and saw him sitting on the lotus, sighing comfortably, lying flat, as he said, he seemed to be hanging on and not leaving.

She frowned, looked at his unseemly appearance, worried that the crime would come back, and subconsciously scolded: "What are you doing? You don't have any posture at all."

Nezha looked at her complacently, her appearance had already exposed her heart just now, if she thinks of him that way, who is she to lie to by pretending to be calm and calm?

"Master is not leaving, let me tell you."

Foshuang looked at him with a frown.Nezha squinted at her, turned his gaze back, and said, "The Conferred God is over, and I have nothing to do. I come to you to hide and be quiet, so that those idle gods with long hairs will not come to the door all day and annoy me to death."

Foshuang had nothing to do with him, anyway, he no longer considered himself an outsider, and she herself found sadly that she was used to Nezha's existence.

Anyway, she doesn't have anything here, so if Nezha wants to stay in the pond, he's fine.

At night, she listened to the commotion outside the hall, and couldn't calm down to meditate, so she simply got up to find out.

Nezha couldn't sleep that night, and the gods didn't really need to sleep, so they sat by the pool and looked at the scenery in Qinglian's world.The circulation of time in the mustard world is different from that of the outside world. There is no such thing as "one day in the sky and one year in the earth", so it is naturally not controlled by the Nine Heavens Astrolabe.However, the sky here is just like the outside world, and it is also covered with starry sky, which seems to be just imitating the fabrication of the outside world, not the real stars.

But this is pretty good, at least it's just a simple decoration.Nezha knows that the stars in Jiuchongtian have their own responsibilities, and they are generally closely related to their fate, which always gives him a feeling that they are nagging and uncontrollable.He doesn't like the feeling of fate being manipulated by others, so he avoids the stars of the Nine Heavens.

This was the first time he seriously looked up at the starry sky.

The galaxy world outside Du Wang Palace is barren and grand.Those stars have no life, so they are not as bright as the stars outside, and even a little dim, but they are all over the sky, showing a kind of grandeur and a sense of simplicity.

He suddenly became interested, recalling the stars on the Milky Way, and used flames to rehearse the stars in the Nine Heavens.

When Foshuang came out, he saw the karmic flames burning all over the sky.

She raised her head, stunned.

The world is always changing, and it has been hundreds of millions of years since she last saw the astrolabe of the outside world with her own eyes.Time flies, and Qinglian mustard seeds are free from the six realms, without interference from the heavens, and naturally there is no power that can control the fate of the living beings here.The stars in the Mustard Seed World were all fabricated and placed by her, just to create the same night sky as the outside.

As for how the astrology evolves, she doesn't care.

Nezha turned his head and saw her looking up in a dazed manner, and said, "This is the astrology I saw the night before I came in, and it seems to have changed now, things outside are changing too fast."

He clapped his hands and stood up, standing under the galaxy, and stretched out his hand to invite her: "Come out with me and have a look? You haven't gone out for so long, how can you know what the current galaxy has become?"

For hundreds of millions of years, she has stayed in Qinglian Jiezi for hundreds of millions of years. She has always been very open about the affairs of the world, and has never thought about it.To her, things in the world and things in the gods are just a fleeting moment, nothing lasts forever, and nothing can attract her to go out.

The last time she walked out of Qinglian Jiezi, it was to seek justice for the seriously injured Nezha... But in 16 years, she stepped out of the small world again, and it was still Nezha.

Foshuang couldn't help but smile wryly.

Nezha didn't realize it at all, he took her out, didn't cross the Tianhe, just stood outside the mustard world, across the Tianhe, looking at the Milky Way in the far west.

Foshuang looked at the galaxy flowing in the distance, with a pale face.The fates of the mountains, rivers and nine deserts are all revolving on the astrolabe, and a piece of sky has printed the changing stars of the whole world on it.The way of heaven is ruthless, the way of heaven is holy, the fate of man and god... what is it?

She has already seen through the so-called destiny in her hundreds of millions of years of life, so she never resisted obediently, followed all arrangements, and finally lived as the ancient god.Perhaps those old people who have long been turned into legends of heaven and earth are not incapable of seeing through, but they all have obsessions that cannot be let go, so even if they know the end of fighting with the sky, they must go against the fate of the sky.From Pangu to Hongjun, from Zulong Yuanfeng to Dijun Xihe, they all knew what they wanted, and for what they fell in the end.Speaking of which, they are the real gods who have lived, and although she has the seven emotions and six desires as a god, she is like a dead weapon, living for hundreds of millions of years without finding the special meaning of her own existence.

She was slightly lost in thought, and for the first time in countless billions of years of divine life, she began to doubt herself.

Nezha turned his head and looked into her somewhat illusory black eyes, as if he could see through the desolation in her eyes, and asked her: "Foshuang, the life of the gods is too bitter and too long, I think you are very lonely. Young master also I'm not someone who can stand loneliness, so I will accompany you in the future, and you will also be with me, for these billions of years, at worst, we will spend it together."

Foshuang stared at him in a daze, without even reacting to himself, he held the hand he extended and smiled with his head down: "Does the third prince still feel that life is boring? I am a very boring person, You can't stand it."

He smiled freely and held her hand instead, with a confident and wild look on his face, as always.

"Ao Bing once said in the past that I was born with a magic pill, and everything was doomed by fate. At that time, I told him, whether it was a demon or a fairy, it was up to me. Now you tell me, I can't stand it. Or That sentence, whether I can stand it or not, I have to say it myself."

He said softly, "You should give me a chance."