mtlumby2d Chapter 226 Nezha beats up Jinzha and Muzha
Chapter 226 Nezha beats up Jinzha and Muzha
Jiang Ziya returned to the Zhou camp in high spirits.
The mythical beast beneath him, a creature resembling a horse in appearance, with antlers like a deer, hooves like a cow, and a tail like a donkey, was a mount given to Jiang Ziya by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable after the great battle between the three races of the Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin during the initial calamity of the Dragon King.
"Master, you're finally back! There's been fighting in the camp!"
When Marquis Wuji saw Jiang Ziya outside the tent, he hurriedly went forward to report.
He originally made a living by chopping and selling firewood in the mountains. When he encountered a life-threatening situation, Jiang Ziya gave him a divination. Afterwards, he led King Wen to Panxi to find Jiang Ziya.
He followed Jiang Ziya all the way and was taken in as an apprentice, serving Xiqi.
At this moment, Wu Ji looked uneasy, helped Jiang Ziya off the Qilin, and hurriedly added:
"A truly remarkable person has arrived today. He is young but incredibly skilled, and he gave Jinzha, the disciple of Manjushri, and Muzha, the disciple of Samantabhadra, a thorough beating."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya dared not delay and rushed into the military camp.
From afar, you could see a small boy standing on Muzha's face, one hand on his hip, the other holding a bright red ribbon wrapped around Jinzha like a rice dumpling, circling around in the sky.
Seeing this, Jiang Ziya quickly stepped forward and stopped him:
"Is he Nezha, a disciple of Senior Brother Taiyi?"
Nezha obeyed his master's orders to help Zhou overthrow King Zhou, but he didn't expect to see these two unpleasant people as soon as he entered the army camp.
He originally intended to pretend he didn't know her and simply avoid seeing her.
But Jinzha immediately said:
"Nezha, you hurt your father and show no remorse. Now that you've seen your two older brothers, you haven't even greeted them?"
Nezha clenched his fists, ready to take out the gold brick he had used as a stepping stone and smash it in Nezha's face.
The second son, Muzha, was even more furious. He immediately tried to drag Nezha to the place where Li Jing was cultivating so that he would admit his mistake and the family could be reunited.
Mu Zha coldly called out:
"Li Nezha! Are you even hearing us?"
Li Nezha.
Where does Nezha's surname come from?
His anger surged, and he couldn't hold back any longer and struck.
After quickly beating down his two nominal older brothers, Nezha was still remarking:
"I thought that with such sharp tongues, your magical power should be just as strong, but alas... you couldn't even last ten moves."
His tone was full of disappointment and a complete lack of interest, which made Jinzha and Muzha blush.
Nezha looked at the two of them with a sneer, his disdain obvious.
That idiot who only grows bigger and older isn't as capable as Yang Jiao's tall younger brother.
The foot pressing down on Muzha's face ground down harder, and he said dismissively:
"Swallow that word back! Nezha, just Nezha!"
When the shoe tip was stuffed into Muzha's mouth, Muzha felt his tongue go numb. What was so hard?
After Nezha finished speaking, he had a moment to glance up at the white-bearded old man who had come before him. He tossed the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), and Jinzha landed with a thud, kicking up dust. He bowed and said:
"Greetings, Uncle-Master."
The speed of the movement.
From bowing his head to finishing speaking, it took only a breath.
When Jiang Ziya looked again, Nezha had already dragged Jinzha, who had fallen to the ground, back up and continued to spin in circles in the sky.
“Nezha, after all, is a blood relative and a disciple of the Chan Sect. We are all here to help Zhou on the orders of our master. It would be best to be on good terms with him.”
Jiang Ziya thought that since he was at least Nezha's uncle, he could get Nezha to listen to his earnest words.
But who exactly is Nezha?
His master, Taiyi Zhenren, couldn't teach him a single word and just coaxed this disciple. Now he can listen to the teachings of a distant uncle.
Nezha's narrow eyes fell on Jiang Ziya, who felt that the weather had changed and the wind was chilly.
Nezha raised a smile that revealed neither joy nor anger.
The deep voice, tinged with a hint of respect and a touch of threat, inquired:
"Uncle-Master, do you also want to ascend to heaven?"
If it were anyone else, Nezha would have sent him to heaven long ago.
It wasn't that Nezha was particularly respectful of his teachers and elders; it was mainly because Jiang Ziya had a full head of white hair, a gray beard, and looked like he couldn't handle much fighting.
Jiang Ziya had only heard about the estrangement between Li Jing and Nezha, but he didn't know the extent of the grudge that had caused Nezha to disown his own brother.
He removed the white flag as soon as he returned, precisely when he needed capable people.
He advised:
"Nezha, Jinzha and Muzha still need to go out and fight Zhang Guifang. It would be bad if they got injured before even seeing the enemy."
Nezha said "Oh," and instantly withdrew his Hun Tian Ling. After Jinzha fell from the sky, he lay on the ground vomiting violently.
Mu Zha was no better off.
Nezha simply stepped over his face, sat down to the side, and watched the show with amusement:
"Then let them go."
Jinzha, as the eldest brother, was so humiliated by his younger brother, and this happened in the military camp, in front of thousands of soldiers.
How can you save face?
He angrily pointed at Nezha and said:
"Let me show you how I break through enemy lines and slay the enemy!"
Jinzha resembled Li Jing the most, which made Nezha dislike him even for a glance.
“Junior Nephew Jinzha, please do not act rashly.” Jiang Ziya urgently stopped him and advised, “That Zhang Guifang knows unorthodox methods. She knows the names of our generals and can steal their souls by calling their names. Even Huang Feihu was captured.”
Jinzha paused in his steps.
He had just ascended to the Heavenly Immortal realm, and he didn't even possess two magical treasures to resist attacks...
Thinking of this, Jinzha glanced at Nezha.
He sat on the chair with an air of nonchalance, one leg crossed over his hand, while the other hand tossed around seven or eight magical treasures from the Golden Light Cave.
Jinzha was speechless with astonishment!
Nezha kicked the shoe open with his toe, and the gold brick inside fell out!
The gold bricks were so powerful that they made no sound when smashed, and if thrown at the face, even gods would be knocked down.
But Nezha used it to pad the soles of his shoes!
He followed Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, for many years, yet he was never bestowed with a single decent magic treasure!
He gritted his teeth and muttered angrily:
"Did Nezha carry the Golden Light Cave on his back?!"
That's absolutely right.
Looking around at the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain, what else does the True Man Taiyi have besides the whisk in his hand?
He gave it all to his beloved apprentice.
Jiang Ziya doesn't have much cultivation; in terms of cultivation level, he's inferior to these juniors. He's only here because he holds the title of senior uncle.
Although all twelve Golden Immortals had to go through tribulations, it was understandable that Jiang Ziya sent his disciples to face their fates, but he still treated them with more courtesy than his own disciples.
He proposed:
"How about the three of you brothers go together to confront Zhang Guifang?"
Jinzha and Muzha exchanged a glance and nodded.
Without him.
It's safest to rely on Nezha to handle both cultivation and magical treasures.
The other two can just take credit for themselves.
But Nezha refused, letting out a low scoff:
"Where are my brothers?"
"Li Jinzha, Li Muzha, I am Nezha."
"Their names don't even match, they're not brothers."
Jiang Ziya was at a loss for what to do.
Jinzha was furious. Without Nezha, they might really be captured by Zhang Guifang's unorthodox methods.
Unfortunately, Nezha refuses to accept this.
For a moment, everyone was in a dilemma.
Jiang Ziya sighed repeatedly, cursing Li Jing under his breath several times. The trouble Li Jing had caused had put him in a difficult position.
Utterly helpless, all I can say is:
"Since Nezha has just arrived in Xiqi and has traveled a long way, he should rest. I, the Prime Minister, will ask someone else to come out of the mountains."
He looked back towards the Investiture of the Gods platform and said softly:
"It seems that only by inviting young friend Yang Jiao can we subdue Zhang Guifang."
After saying this, Jiang Ziya was about to summon the Four-Faced Beast to go to the Investiture Platform again when he turned around and found that the spot where Nezha had been sitting was suddenly empty.
He looked around and only saw that arrogant figure at the entrance of the military camp.
He exclaimed in surprise:
"Nezha, where are you going?"
Nezha snorted and lowered his eyes:
"Aren't we supposed to fight Zhang Guifang? I'll go."
This old man asks Yang Jiao for everything; isn't he exhausting her?
Zhang Guifang is not someone Yang Jiao would personally visit.
As wise as Jiang Ziya was, he suddenly realized something.
Young friend Yang Jiao, you even know Nezha! And it seems you have a close relationship with him.
He was in an even better mood.
Isn't this a case of using one pearl for multiple purposes?