NFBE Chapter 253 Calabash Brothers!
Chapter 253 Calabash Brothers!
Below Qinglong Pass.
Everyone watched Grand Tutor Wen leave without uttering a word.
Deng Chanyu called out:
"Grand Tutor, even if we ignore Li Jing, Mo Lihai is still in Nezha's hands..."
Grand Tutor Wen glanced at Yang Jiao, suddenly feeling powerless. After a moment's thought, he said:
"Li Jing insulted the Jade Emperor. Hand him over to the Little Immortal for punishment. We must retake Qinglong Pass! The gods of Heaven will not interfere in the war between the two armies."
Nezha looked away at Li Jing's miserable state, finding even a glance annoying.
Jinzha and Muzha watched as Grand Tutor Wen left, then, supporting their injured bodies, they came before Yang Jiao, bowed, and pleaded:
"Little immortal, please spare my father for Nezha's sake."
At this moment, Mu Zha felt that if his father was willing to submit to the Zhou Dynasty, he would surely be able to become a general like before. The Zhou Dynasty was currently lacking generals, and his uncle would surely have a decision.
His expectant gaze fell on Jiang Ziya, and he bowed respectfully from afar.
He shouted loudly towards the top of Qinglong Pass:
"Prime Minister, my father, Li Jing, was originally the general of Chentang Pass. He guarded Chentang Pass for decades and was very skilled in military campaigns. I hope that you will consider that we are all disciples of the Chan Sect and that we abandoned our country to protect him on our master's orders, and plead for my father's life."
His deep fatherly affection fueled Yang Jiao's inner turmoil.
Everyone looked righteous and awe-inspiring, which made Nezha seem cold and unapproachable.
She scoffed, then looked at Jinzha and Muzha and rejected the idea:
"Today, no one can save Li Jing from my grasp!"
The two men's expressions changed.
He harbored the intention to seize it by force.
Jinzha took out the Dragon-Binding Stake from behind his back. Not daring to insult the person behind Yang Jiao, he could only verbally condemn her, saying:
"You're a god! How could a god be so cruel? Do you want us to just watch our father suffer?"
"I want!"
"you!"
Jinzha was rebuffed and tried to use moral blackmail, but Yang Jiao didn't take the bait at all and retorted without any regard for her reputation.
He pondered the possibility of using the Dragon-Binding Stake to bind her and then taking her away immediately.
But before they could even begin to act, they were closely watched by the Mosquito Taoist.
Jinzha cursed inwardly:
"I forgot she had such a god by her side!"
Mosquito Taoist looked innocently at the Dragon-Binding Stake in Jinzha's hand. This magic weapon... was not of innate quality.
Mosquitoes wouldn't want it, but it's not bad as a snack.
It's something I can barely accept, even if it's difficult for myself.
After thinking it over, Mosquito Taoist encouraged Jinzha:
"Hurry up and use that magic weapon you have!"
Yang Jiao said that she could not intervene, except in the case of saving her.
She then stirred things up.
Jinzha and Muzha immediately dared not move.
But now, their father is being held hostage by Yang Jiao, which is tantamount to slapping the two brothers in the face.
Yang Jiao scrutinized Li Jing closely. He had no resemblance to Nezha in his features, and even his demeanor was different.
Perhaps this is why Li Jing dislikes Nezha?
A son with extraordinary talent, better than him in every way, yet unlike him in no way.
Unlike Jinzha and Muzha, whose features are strikingly similar to Li Jing's at first glance.
She applied some force to her hand, and only when she heard Li Jing cry out in pain, his face turning red and contorted, did she loosen her grip slightly.
We can't let this go on forever.
Destroying a person doesn't mean taking their life, but rather trampling everything they cherish underfoot; that's true destruction.
Yang Jiao pulled Li Jing close to her and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Li Jing, Nezha is really not your son."
“He is the reincarnation of Lingzhuzi, and is born stronger than everyone in your Li family. Your jealousy is useless.”
Li Jing's soul was still reeling from the pain when he heard these words, and he immediately struggled in Yang Jiao's hands, trembling uncontrollably.
She then added:
"Your Li family could not produce such an outstanding Nezha."
"On the contrary, it was Nezha who was born into your wife's womb, which gave you a great advantage."
Li Jing tried to say something with difficulty, but became at a loss for words the moment he opened his mouth.
He wanted to shout "Witch," but he was afraid that some kind of divine punishment would strike from the sky again.
As a result, Li Jing dared not utter a single word.
He looked around with those frightened eyes, finally settling on Jiang Ziya.
He hurriedly cried for help:
"Prime Minister Jiang, Li Jing is willing to serve the Great Zhou. I have been a disciple of the True Man Du'e since childhood, and... cough cough, I have also become a disciple of your senior brother, Daoist Ran Deng. I hope the Prime Minister can... save me."
Yang Jiao waited until he finally finished speaking before raising her eyebrows and smiling:
"I told you, no one can save you."
She tilted her head, thinking about how to deal with Li Jing. Even if he was meant to be Zhao Gongming's scapegoat, she didn't want him to have an easy time.
Jinzha and Muzha were truly at their wits' end.
They couldn't beat him in a fight, and Nezha was standing right in front of them.
He immediately knelt before Yang Jiao, tears streaming down his face, and said:
"Immortal! Please, Immortal, allow my father and son to be reunited."
"If the immortal has spared my father today, I, Jinzha, will repay him with all my might."
Yang Jiao was truly annoyed by the two of them, and only said something in a deep voice that they couldn't understand:
"Don't worry, I will definitely reunite you and your son!"
Then she looked away, refusing to glance at him again.
With a swift movement, he drew the exquisite pagoda that Li Jing treasured to his hand, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and said with a smile:
"Li Jing, didn't you think that with this tower protecting you, you could imprison Nezha inside?"
"Now, let me show you what it's like to be burned by fire!"
Yang Jiao threw the pagoda directly out, and the exquisite pagoda unfolded instantly, revealing its seven stories.
With a mere flick of her wrist, she tossed Li Jing into the pool.
He raised his sword finger, his cool eyes darkening slightly, and then uttered a spell:
"The Mysterious Dragon responds and transforms, and the Kan water becomes the true essence."
The pagoda was placed directly outside the city wall of Qinglong Pass.
Golden light manifested, making it indestructible.
Jinzha and Muzha shouted "Father!" and rushed over.
No matter what magical artifacts he used, he couldn't break through the tower. Overwhelmed with grief, he walked around the tower again and again, trying to find an exit.
Li Jing seized the opportunity and whispered to his two sons:
"Don't worry, I also have the incantation. After this demon... she leaves, I will come out on my own."
Jinzha and Muzha finally relaxed.
It's just a mystery why Yang Jiao can also use this pagoda. In that case, wouldn't the Linglong Pagoda, a magic weapon specifically designed to counter Nezha, be rendered useless?
They harbored resentment in secret.
Mosquito Taoist sniffed it, and thought, "This tower... it doesn't smell appetizing at all."
Looking at Jinzha and Muzha, who had suddenly stopped calling out, Yang Jiao immediately realized what Li Jing's incantation meant.
She murmured a soft "hmm" for a moment, then, with a sudden surge of compassion, said:
"If Li Jing can come out of this tower, I will forgive and forget what happened."
Li Jing, along with Jinzha and Muzha outside the tower, were overjoyed.
He asked repeatedly:
Is this really true?
"Really?" Yang Jiao said very seriously, "Whether you can get out or not depends on your abilities."
Then he finished speaking.
She swiftly pulled the Boshan incense burner from her sleeve and reached in to take out a bright red gourd.
Just look at the top of the gourd; there are still green stems that have just ripened and fallen off.
While everyone was wondering what she was doing with that red gourd.
The gourd rose rapidly upon landing, extending two legs from its base, followed by its trunk.
A muscular man with a gourd-shaped head pointing straight to the sky sat down on the very top of the tower!
The audience was silent.