NFBE Chapter 219 The Great Golden Crow Roasts Peach Mountain
Chapter 219 The Great Golden Crow Roasts Peach Mountain
Qianliyan swallowed hard.
For a moment he didn't know what to say. Looking at the river god's shocked expression, he stammered:
Should I see it?
It doesn't make much sense for a soul to emerge in broad daylight, does it?
Judging from the expressions of the three people.
Yang Jiao frowned.
Seeing the mound of earth in front of them, they were even more puzzled and asked:
Who died?
Shunfeng'er stretched out a finger and pointed at Yang Jiao, who looked on with curiosity.
silence.
A long silence followed.
A gust of wind blew, lifting Yang Jiao's hair, and a few black lines slipped down her head.
Nezha, with his fiery temper, walked around to the grave in a few steps, looked at the clay statue of Yang Jiao in front of him, and clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.
Yang Jiao strode forward, eager to see if the sculpture of herself they had made looked good.
They had only taken a few steps.
The River God, along with the Thousand-Mile Eye and the Wind-Following Ear, retreated together.
"Don't come any closer!"
"My little aunt must be lonely down there. Don't worry, we're just planning to die."
"Aaaaaah, how can there be ghosts during the day?!"
Yang Jiao: "..."
She said urgently:
"I'm alive, I'm still alive."
After saying that, she pointed to the shadow on the ground and said:
"Look, I have a shadow."
The three of them stared at the dark shadow, watching as Yang Jiao made a move, and the shadow followed suit.
Only then did he cautiously ask:
"You, you're really not dead?"
"I'm absolutely certain that he's not dead."
The river god tremblingly stretched out a hand and poked Yang Jiao's face with a finger.
The next second, he was flung away by Nezha with a displeased expression.
The river god paid no heed and wept with joy, saying:
"She's warm, she has a temperature, she's warm!"
You're really not dead!
Yang Jiao chuckled.
Looking at the river god's disheveled hair and his red eyes (thousand-mile eyes, wind-following ears), he said with emotion:
"I'm really not dead. I'm sorry to have saddened you all."
These words were spoken.
The three of them immediately hugged each other and burst into tears.
I don't know whether they should be happy or feel wronged, as they've been heartbroken every day for the past three years.
In short, the sound of crying was so loud that Yang Jian's brows furrowed.
He walked to Yang Jiao's side and said to her:
"Now that you've come back to see it, you can rest assured. It's good to go to Xiqi sooner rather than later."
Yang Jiao looked at Nezha and Yang Jian and instructed them:
"Just drop me off here. Anyway, we'll all meet again in Xiqi. You all have to go back to find your masters."
Nezha and Yang Jian are both disciples of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, so they cannot go there on their own.
They need to return to their respective masters and listen to their arrangements.
"By the way, Jian'er, didn't I ask Goddess Nuwa to protect you?"
Yang Jian looked at his sister, his emotions rising:
"The handwriting was unclear at the time, how could I ignore you?"
"However, Chan'er has already gone to the Nuwa Palace."
Yang Jiao nodded.
The Lotus Lantern was a gift from the goddess Nuwa.
"I have to go back and look for Mosquito. She's probably worried sick because she didn't see me when she came back."
The pink dragon tendon in Nezha's arms still hadn't had a suitable opportunity to be given away. He pressed it through his clothes, gave Yang Jiao a deep look, and turned to say:
"See you at the Investiture of the Gods."
Having said that, he intended to wait for Yang Jian to return to the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain together, since his master, Jade Cauldron Immortal, was still there.
However, Yang Jian took a step back and said:
"Before I go back to see my master, I want to visit my mother."
Now that the situation is settled and there is no danger, neither Yang Jiao nor Nezha objected.
However, Yang Jiao still reminded him:
"Since the Jade Emperor's decree has been issued, it will be no more than a hundred years. When the time is right, I will bring Father back so that the family can be reunited. You must not try to forcibly rescue Mother."
Yang Jian lowered his eyes, his fan-shaped eyelashes concealing the emotions within, and said in a low voice:
"I understand."
Nezha and Yang Jian left one after the other.
Watching their retreating figures, Yang Jiao said softly:
"After the investiture of the gods, your cultivation will reach a new level, and there will be no more troubles from now on."
As long as the Investiture of the Gods is completed, Nezha will be the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, and Yang Jian will be the Manifested Sage True Lord who obeys summons but not decrees.
At this point, only the final tribulation of emptiness remains.
My thoughts drifted far away.
Yang Jiao walked to her own grave, looked at her clay statue, picked up a piece of fruit from the fruit plate, and took a bite.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't eat it! This is an offering for the dead!"
The river god hurriedly tried to stop him, but he was not as fast as Yang Jiao.
She grabbed it and ate it without even wiping it.
Judging from the texture of the fruit peel, this fruit platter must have been prepared by the all-seeing and all-hearing gods, who washed it thoroughly and meticulously.
Just like every time it was delivered from the tea table.
Yang Jiao said indifferently:
"Isn't this meant for me to eat?"
Even so, the all-seeing eye still felt it was bad luck.
For the first time, he boldly and recklessly snatched the fruit from Yang Jiao's hand, threw it far away, and hurriedly said:
“You unlucky little aunt, I’ll go get you a new one right away.”
Yang Jiao has run out of food.
Looking around, I suddenly felt a strong urge to see that heartless Mosquito Taoist.
Logically, she should have finished all 100 bottles of milk by now.
They don't even come to visit their own graves. Could it be that they've returned to the shores of the sea of blood because they can't find themselves?
That won't do. Yang Jiao hasn't seen her in a long time and misses her dearly.
So he asked the river god:
"Didn't the mosquitoes come to burn incense for me?"
The river god suddenly fell silent.
Yang Jiao felt a pang of disappointment for a moment, then asked:
"You didn't even bring me a single piece of fruit?"
"Surely not, do you think my feelings for mosquitoes are that shallow?"
Yang Jiao was starting to doubt himself when she heard the River God say:
"The Mosquito Taoist has returned once."
When?
"After you died... I mean, about six months after you left, when she learned that you were dead, she seemed to become terrifying."
Yang Jiao froze, then, with a sudden bad feeling, asked:
"and then?"
The river god thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"Then, she disappeared."
Yang Jiao suddenly stood up.
Mosquito Taoist, is he planning to take revenge for himself?!
……
Momoyama.
Yang Jian felt the intense heat even before he flew into the Taoshan area on his cloud.
A hint of coldness flashed in his deep eyes.
"They didn't spare our family at all!"
The Golden Crows, except for the one who is serving in the heavens today, the other nine are all here.
At this time, Yao Ji was suffering greatly in Peach Mountain.
The cave was enveloped in heat. Her lips were pale, cracked, and bleeding. Her hands were pressed tightly against the barrier as she questioned the Great Golden Crow:
"You are defying the imperial decree! The Jade Emperor said he would not make things difficult for you, yet you have taken it upon yourself to roast Peach Mountain."
Seeing Yao Ji's pained expression, the Great Golden Crow hesitated for a moment, then hardened its resolve:
“Aunt, Her Majesty has decreed that the Jade Emperor has only bestowed a divine title upon Yang Jiao, but Yang Tianyou and his sister Yang Jian have no divine office and should be executed.”
Yao Ji glared at him hatefully, no longer uttering a single painful whimper.
He forced himself to speak:
"The Queen Mother of the West and the Jade Emperor have different decrees. Are you the Golden Crow of Heaven or the Golden Crow of the Queen Mother of the West?"
The Great Golden Crow closed its eyes.
Yang Jian, separated by a mountain, dared not imagine the torment his mother must be enduring inside. His heart ached terribly, and he waved his hand in a desperate call:
"A three-pointed, double-edged sword!"