PDLP Chapter 227 Eyes and Ears That Can See the Wind Arrive in Chaoge
Chapter 227 Eyes and Ears That Can See the Wind Arrive in Chaoge
At this time, Yang Jiao was working hard to supervise the construction of the Investiture of the Gods Platform.
If we were to pinpoint her role, it would be that she had no role at all.
The five little demons handled everything perfectly. All she had to do was be pampered and served like she was at Guanjiangkou, drinking tea and eating fruit at the tea table.
Every now and then, he would sigh:
"This Qingfu Zhengshen truly enjoys a life of leisure and happiness."
"Can't someone just die so I can go shake it up?"
Mosquito Taoist sat to the side, looking just like Yang Jiao, completely content, never even asking for milk once.
She was also bursting with pent-up energy; hearing Yang Jiao's mutterings, she looked up excitedly and said:
"Who will die? Mosquitoes can be killed indiscriminately!"
……
Here, the all-seeing and all-hearing eyes have finally arrived in Chaoge after traveling a long distance.
They moved too fast, passing directly through the Shang and Zhou battlefields and entering the capital.
The two brothers stood hand in hand, gazing at each other.
He settled down in Chaoge, searching every day for the best spot to die.
They were terrified that the place where they died had bad feng shui, which would affect their future ascension to godhood.
The man with the keen eye was filled with excitement.
Shunfeng'er, however, was worried and said:
"Brother, didn't our little aunt say that helping the Zhou was in accordance with the will of Heaven? How come we've ended up in the Yin Shang?"
Will dying in the Shang Dynasty affect my chance to become an immortal?
Thousand-Mile Eyes slapped him on the head and angrily rebuked him:
"Fool, the Zhou Dynasty is in accordance with the will of Heaven and will win. Who knows how long it will be before it's our turn to die?"
"Why not do the opposite? Anyway, anyone who dies in the great war has a chance to be on the list. If we join the Shang Dynasty, we'll die faster."
After listening to the story, he suddenly understood.
She just felt that her brother was truly exceptionally intelligent.
When they enter the Shang Dynasty's army camp, they can just put on a show, charge in, and die. How wonderful!
"Brother, you are so smart. If I follow you, I will definitely become an immortal."
Unmoved by Shunfeng'er's flattery, Qianliyan spotted the conscription post at the city gate, grabbed Shunfeng'er, and pulled him over, saying:
"Hey bro, sign us up! We want to join the army!"
As soon as they step onto the battlefield, they'll be hit twice by anyone's knife!
Nothing can stop my yearning for immortals~
The soldier writing down the names glanced at the two men, one tall and thin, the other short and stout, and casually asked as he wrote their names:
"The Shang Dynasty is in dire need of capable people, and it is truly rare to find two people like you who are loyal to the emperor and dedicated to serving the country."
He knocked on his head with his ears straight.
You're overthinking it; we just want to die.
……
The Zhou Dynasty took the sign of truce.
Then Zhang Guifang rode up to the city gate and challenged them.
Just as morale was high after capturing several of Zhou's top generals, he arrogantly pointed at the gate and said:
"Jiang Ziya, you old scoundrel, why don't you come out and face your death!"
The words were spoken.
The city gates were wide open.
Two young soldiers rode in from inside, one of them, Jinzha, retorting with a curse:
"How dare you address my martial uncle by his name! Watch how I take down your Azure Dragon Pass!"
"Hahaha." Zhang Guifang laughed loudly, "How dare two mere brats be so insolent in front of me? In terms of seniority, I am a disciple of the Jie Sect, no less than your Chan Sect."
two?
Jinzha was stunned when he heard Zhang Guifang's words.
Why are there only two?
Turning around, he couldn't see Nezha anywhere and immediately panicked. After looking around, he anxiously asked Muzha:
"Where's Nezha?!"
He is the main force. If Nezha doesn't step in, they are no match for Zhang Guifang.
At this point, he no longer cared about saving face; Jinzha hurriedly called out loudly:
"Nezha, this is a battle at the front, no fooling around! Come out now!"
Nezha stood atop the city gate, arms crossed, coldly watching the two.
"Jinzha, Muzha, aren't you Li Jing's good sons? Let me see how a good son is and how he goes to the battlefield to fight the enemy."
The two Jinzha brothers looked ashen-faced.
Turning back, he saw Gui Fang's mocking face again, and in a fit of rage, he drew his sword and charged forward.
Zhang Guifang rode off to greet them.
The sword rang out with a resounding clang in mid-air.
After a few moves, Zhang Guifang suddenly shouted:
"Jinzha, what are you waiting for? Dismount now!"
A shout.
Upon hearing this, Jinzha seemed to lose his soul, his eyes glazed over, and he fell off his horse to the ground with a thud, unconscious.
Upon seeing this, Muzha became even more terrified.
He pleaded loudly:
"Nezha, come quickly and save my second brother!"
Nezha remained unmoved.
Mu Zha quickly changed his words again:
"Please, Nezha, save me."
Nezha wasn't unreasonable; after all, the battlefield was of utmost importance. He picked at his ear and lazily floated down from the city wall, landing between Muzha and Zhang Guifang.
The very center of the battle between the two armies.
Those narrow eyes lifted slightly, giving Zhang Guifang a wink before lowering again.
Arrogant and overbearing.
This attitude infuriated Zhang Guifang, who had won several consecutive matches, to the point that she refused to even fight this brat.
Seeing the two blazing treasures at Nezha's feet, he exclaimed:
"Nezha, why aren't you getting off... getting off... getting off the wheel? When are you going to do it again?!"
Despite Zhang Guifang's desperate cries, Nezha remained as steady as a mountain, not moving an inch.
Nezha is an incarnation of a lotus flower, and his soul has been personally blessed by the goddess Nuwa. Therefore, soul attacks are completely ineffective against Nezha, making him completely immune.
His gaze toward Zhang Guifang was filled with contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at a complete fool.
"How could this be? Although this spell is called the 'Calling Name to Dismount' technique, anyone with a mount whose feet don't touch the ground can be dismounted by calling it. Why didn't Nezha dismount?"
Zhang Guifang pondered to herself, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
An unprecedented sense of dread washed over him, and he realized that he might have encountered an extremely powerful adversary.
Thinking of this, Zhang Guifang made a snap decision, abruptly turning her horse around, preparing to flee in panic.
Just then, Muzha, who had been observing coldly, suddenly perked up upon seeing this.
He was initially somewhat afraid of Zhang Guifang's strange magic, but seeing that it had no effect on Nezha, he immediately became arrogant and took advantage of his master's power.
He shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Quick, after him! Don't let this thief get away!"
Before he finished speaking, he spurred his steed, and it galloped towards the Shang army like an arrow released from a bow. The sound of hooves echoed through the sky, raising clouds of dust.
Mu Zha relentlessly pursued the Shang army, and as he grew closer and closer, he felt a sense of smugness when he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
He instinctively turned around to look, and what he saw almost scared him to death.
Nezha behind him remained completely still, standing quietly in the same spot.
In an instant, Mu Zha's face turned ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He frantically pulled on the reins, trying to stop the galloping horse, but due to its great inertia, the horse continued to rush forward for quite a distance before finally coming to a stop.
Instantly, Mu Zha's face turned pale, and he quickly tightened the reins, daring not to take another step.
At this moment, Nezha's gaze, like two cold, sharp beams of light, was fixed directly on Muzha.
Under that gaze, Mu Zha felt as if a thousand needles were piercing his entire body, causing him unbearable pain. He involuntarily lowered his head, cursing inwardly:
"It's all because you have a good master! If my master, the Perfected One Samantabhadra, and the Perfected One Taiyi treated me like that, I would be a hundred times better than you!"
Nezha could see the resentment in his eyes.
A mocking smile played on his lips as he turned and returned to Zhou's camp. Though he looked young, the coldness in his voice surpassed that of Jinzha and Muzha, making him seem more like a general.
"The Prime Minister has ordered that the enemy be repelled, but not pursued."
"All soldiers, return to camp!"
After days of defeats, Nezha finally arrived and defeated Zhang Guifang, the general of Qinglong Pass who had learned Taoist magic. The soldiers looked up at the sky with extreme admiration and raised their arms to shout:
"Back to camp!"
They left behind only Muzha, who was riding a horse with a displeased expression, and Jinzha, who was lying on the ground unattended.