Watching Nezha, the story of Nezha's suicide in the Investiture of the Gods brought tears to my

Sun Wukong: "You're definitely trying to succeed in obtaining the scriptures this time, right?"

After he finished speaking, Sun Wukong asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

[Nezha: "This is it. Does this scripture have to be retrieved by Tang Sanzang? Great Sage, can't you carry it over by yourself?"]

Nezha: "Can't you move those scriptures by yourself? Let Tang Sanzang stay with me for a while. If you can't move them, just call me and I'll help you."

Sun Wukong: "The main problem is that Tang Sanzang is a mortal, so he has to overcome many obstacles along the way."

[Nezha: "Does he have any requirements regarding this person's condition?"]

……

The prequel to Lotus Lantern.

Little Nezha tilted his head, pointed at the sky, and asked Yang Jian in confusion, "Why is Nezha asking what will happen if the journey to the West fails? Why ask that?"

Why not just send Tang Sanzang and his disciples on their journey to retrieve the scriptures? Why ask this?

Yang Jian shifted his gaze from the 560-degree sky to the adorable little Nezha, momentarily speechless. After carefully considering his words, he said, "Perhaps he's just worried about Sun Wukong failing; after all, they're friends."

"I understand now!" Little Nezha suddenly realized, "My other self is concerned about my friend and wants to help Sun Wukong successfully complete the journey to the West as soon as possible."

No wonder he asked what would happen if he failed, and was so enthusiastic that he told Sun Wukong to call him if he couldn't move the scriptures.

Little Nezha shook his head, the red ribbon with two buns tied around his neck swaying as he muttered to himself:

"However, was I a little too enthusiastic in the sky?"

Yang Jian raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Enthusiastic? So enthusiastic that he killed Tang Sanzang?

Little Nezha was too young to see clearly, but he could tell at a glance that Nezha in the sky was asking all sorts of questions and even "enthusiastically" inviting Tang Sanzang to be his guest.

He's clearly feeling guilty!

It's likely that Tang Sanzang has already been killed, and they can't hand him over now.

……

The world of Neko Atsume.

"Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain; no matter how hard you try to move it, you can't!"

Shen Gongbao stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. His gaze fell on Nezha's slightly guilty expression, and he paused for a moment.

He recalled the story of Nezha, the god of war, that Tianmu had mentioned, and then thought about Nezha's fiery temper after becoming friends with Ao Bing, and a guess began to emerge.

Tang Sanzang...could he be gone?

[175] Tang Sanzang was stewed, Zhu Bajie was roasted, and Sha Wujing was bled out and thrown into the river. Sun Wukong: Not a single one was left alive!

"Master? Master?" Ao Bing called out anxiously twice. He only glanced at the sky and then stopped paying attention, his mind preoccupied with Nezha who was about to face the heavenly thunder.

Shen Gongbao snapped out of his daze and shook his head somewhat absentmindedly. "It's nothing, I just feel like I might have said something wrong."

"ah?".

“Sometimes, there are, some stereotypes, but they are still quite accurate.” Shen Gongbao quietly changed his tune.

Take Nezha for example. According to stereotypes, he was very likely to kill Tang Sanzang. Shen Gongbao believes that Nezha actually did do so.

Why would anyone ask about someone's condition when everything is fine?

……

The world of Journey to the West.

Pigsy scooped up a bowl of water from the river and gulped it down. He then scooped up another bowl for Tang Sanzang, handing it to him with a smile as he did so.

“Master, look at how Nezha is stammering. He probably killed you and can’t hand you over to Brother Monkey.”

Tang Sanzang's hand holding the bowl trembled, spilling a few drops of water. "Is...it shouldn't be that bad?"

"Hey, Nezha, that murderous star, if the gods in heaven don't explain things clearly, it wouldn't be surprising if they really killed you."

Pigsy chuckled gloatingly and shouted to Monkey King, who was watching the road ahead, "Brother Monkey, don't you think so?"

Sun Wukong glanced at the sky and considered Nezha's temperament. What this pig said this time might not actually be nonsense.

"What should we do then? What if Nezha really takes on one of the eighty-one tribulations and kills Master?" Sha Wujing scratched his head, worried. "Then there will only be the three of us left. How will we continue our journey to the West?"

Tang Sanzang felt a chill in his heart, but he scolded, "Bajie, Wujing, don't exaggerate."

“Master, we’re not exaggerating, we’re just telling the truth. Didn’t you see Nezha asking Monkey if he could go alone…”

Pigsy was taken aback. "Wait a minute, why is it just Monkey King alone? Even if Master was killed, shouldn't there be the three of us left?"

……

Sun Wukong: "He at least needs to physically reach Mount Ling."

[Nezha: "Ah, so you're saying that Tang Sanzang is a famous monk with extremely high cultivation. As long as his physical body reaches Mount Ling, he'll be considered to have successfully completed his pilgrimage, right?"]

Sun Wukong: "That's right!"

Nezha: "Alright then."

Sun Wukong: "Talking to Zhazi is so convenient. Alright, give me that Tang Sanzang, I'll take him with me."

[Nezha: "You can't take it with you, but you can carry it away."]

Sun Wukong was stunned: "Take it...take it away? Where is Tang Sanzang?"

[Nezha: "It's stewing in the pot."]

Sun Wukong: "Where's Pigsy?"

[Nezha: "It's roasting over a fire."]

Sun Wukong: "Where's Sha Wujing?"

[Nezha: "After draining the blood, I threw it into the river."]

Sun Wukong wipes away tears: "...Not a single one survived."

Nezha: "Great Sage, don't cry. I'll wait for you for twenty years."

Sun Wukong: "Zha Zi, pack your things, come with me to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace. This time, when we're imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain, we'll both be imprisoned together."

……

The world of Journey to the West.

Pigsy stared blankly at the sky, then suddenly lunged towards Monkey King!

Sun Wukong was startled and dodged to the side, but Zhu Bajie held onto his leg tightly. "Hey, Bajie, what are you doing?"

"Brother Monkey! Eldest Brother!" Pigsy cried out, tears and snot streaming down his face, "You mustn't leave! Take me with you wherever you go!"

"What if Buddha and the Heavenly Court really make Nezha one of the eighty-one tribulations? The three of us wouldn't be enough to withstand one of his shots."

"I don't want to be roasted to death!"

The thought of himself being roasted alive by fire in the sky made Pigsy cry even harder.

This stinky monkey only took twenty years, but it would have taken him more than twenty years to cultivate from a pig to a demon, and then to human form and this magical power!

What will he do then?!

Pigsy grew increasingly heartbroken, as if he could already see himself destined to be reborn as an animal for three thousand lifetimes before he could hope to return to Heaven.

Sun Wukong forcefully pulled his leg out of Zhu Bajie's hand and said with a "Hey," "You idiot, what are you crying for?"

"Three thousand lifetimes, Brother Monkey, I don't want to be reincarnated for three thousand lifetimes!"

"Alright, alright!" Sun Wukong patted Zhu Bajie's head. "I'll just say hello to Nezha first. It's not a big deal. Why are you crying like this?"

……

Senior brother, oh senior brother, the world.

Li Changshou's lips twitched twice. "Kill them all?"

This Nezha truly lives up to his reputation as a god of death. Apart from Sun Wukong, none of the Tang Monk and his companions who were captured survived.

"Senior brother, isn't Nezha's father named Li Jing?" Lan Ling'e tugged at Li Changshou's clothes, her expression strange.

Li Changshou nodded. "What's wrong?"

"Senior brother, that person seems to be... named Li Jing." Lan Ling'e pointed to the square in front of her, which was also the site of the Du Xian Sect's disciple recruitment.

Li Changshou turned his head and was dazzled by Li Jing's incredible luck.

Li Jing couldn't even care less about becoming a disciple at this moment. He stared blankly at Nezha on the sky, "...This, this is my future son?"

They stewed Tang Sanzang, roasted Zhu Bajie, and bled Sha Wujing...

Li Jing felt a wave of dizziness. No, if this son grows up like this, who will be his father?

"Uh..." Li Changshou looked at the sky, then glanced at Li Jing, who looked terrified. "Is Li Jing so frightened that he's decided not to have children in the future?"

……

heaven.

The Jade Emperor, his face ashen, sat on the throne at the head of the Lingxiao Palace, almost losing his composure from Sun Wukong's last words.