Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe hadn't missed the events of Haojing City. He hadn't expected the Dragon King of Jinghe River to dare cause trouble. Just then, Taiyi Zhenren said, "Junior Brother, your wine is quite good, but the food is a little lacking. It's not that your cooking skills are bad, but the ingredients aren't good enough. In the Heaven Realm, no feast is complete without dragons."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Brother Taiyi, it's not appropriate to eat Brother Huanglong's descendants."

Huang Long Zhenren said: "Junior brother, it is just a pig dragon, not my descendant. Since it dares to cause trouble, it should be prepared to be eaten."

Zhao Shanhe heard this and no longer had any concerns. He said, "Nezha, go take a walk. Remember to leave some dragon blood for the people in the city to share in the good fortune."

"As ordered."

In the sky, the Dragon King of the Jing River suddenly felt a chill on his back and shuddered. He quickly turned around and saw Nezha, riding on his wind-fire wheels, looking at him with a cold expression. His heart tightened and he said quickly, "Third Prince, Xiaolong is leaving now. Please let me go!"

Nezha remained unmoved and said coldly, "Want to leave now? It's too late. Prepare to die!"

Before he could finish his words, Nezha waved the Hun Tian Ling in his hand, and wrapped it around the body of the Jinghe Dragon King like a spirit snake, binding him tightly.

The Dragon King of the Jing River was horrified and said quickly, "Nezha, I am the governor of the Eight Rivers appointed by the Heavenly Court. I am a working immortal. You cannot kill me."

Nezha replied, "Dragon King of the Jing River, you have disrupted my uncle's birthday celebration and deserve death. The immortals are waiting to eat your flesh. Stop struggling and accept your death."

The Dragon King of the Jing River roared angrily, "Buddhism has deceived me, Third Prince Nezha, I will never come to Haojing City again. Spare my life!"

Nezha showed no mercy, raising his flaming spear and stabbing the Jinghe Dragon King with it. The sharp tip of the spear instantly pierced his chest, sending blood splattering everywhere. The Jinghe Dragon King's eyes widened, filled with despair and unwillingness. With a scream, his body plummeted from the sky and vanished.

At this moment, a bright red blood rain began to fall from the sky above Haojing City, spilling onto every corner of the city. People reached out to catch the crystal-clear raindrops, each receiving a drop of precious dragon blood. This sudden bloody rain plunged the entire city into jubilation, with the people cheering and rejoicing as if it were New Year's Eve.

Nezha brought the body of the Jinghe Dragon King to Zhao Shanhe and said respectfully, "Uncle Master, I am here to report."

Zhao Shanhe nodded with satisfaction and praised, "My nephew is really good at this! Brothers, please wait a moment. I will take care of it."

Zhao Shanhe naturally wouldn't waste such a precious ingredient. He opted for the simplest cooking method—grilling—to preserve its original flavor. Before long, a fragrant and tantalizing roasted whole dragon was served. This dish was not only delicious, but also tender and juicy, leaving everyone salivating.

After tasting the food, the immortals praised it highly and praised Zhao Shanhe's superb cooking skills. As for the Jinghe Dragon King who made such a generous sacrifice, who would remember him?

Although the Jinghe Dragon King's body had been severed, his dragon spirit remained. After dark, he wandered around Haojing, uttering a continuous wail that was truly heartbreaking and brought tears to anyone who heard it, truly disturbing the locals.

Zhao Shanhe sent the other immortals away. He then jokingly said to one of them, "Master Zhunti, today is my nephew's birthday after all, and yet you come here empty-handed, without even a gift."

Zhunti Taoist appeared and complained, "Nephew Zhao, didn't we agree on this before? How could you go back on your word and let Nezha kill the Dragon King of the Jing River?"

Zhao Shanhe said helplessly, "Uncle Zhunti, this really isn't my fault. Senior Brother Taiyi wanted to eat dragon meat, and it was his disciple who killed the Dragon King of Jinghe River. He's the one you should be looking for. It's just a formality, why make it so complicated?"

Zhunti Taoist picked up the bottle on the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp. He said, "My nephew, your wine is really good. I wish I could drink it every day."

Zhao Shanhe was speechless. He hadn't expected the Taoist Zhunti to act so shamelessly. He smiled and took out a bottle of wine, saying, "Uncle Zhunti, this small gift is not enough to show my respect. I truly admire you from the bottom of my heart! You do everything yourself and are extremely diligent. I wish my master could be half as diligent as you. The prosperity of Buddhism is in accordance with the will of heaven, and I will naturally not go against it. Please feel free to ask for anything you want. As long as it's reasonable, I will definitely agree."

After a moment of contemplation, the Taoist Zhunti slowly spoke, "Nephew Zhao, Xuanzang will leave Haojing City tomorrow and embark on a journey to the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Heaven to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Master Zhunti, are we leaving so soon? Hasn't Guanyin Bodhisattva sent the staff and robes yet? You're leaving in such a hurry!"

Zhunti Taoist smiled slightly and replied, "It is better to have no books than to believe in them blindly! It might be better to let Xuanzang set off sooner."

Zhao Shanhe's expression turned grim. He said, "Master Zhunti, you're wary of me. It would be best if Xuanzang left Haojing sooner. Tomorrow I'll arrange for Ji Chan to become his brother and send him west."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon King of Jinghe was slapped into pieces by a slap, dissipating into the world. Zhao Shanhe said impatiently, "You idiot, what are you crying about? You foolishly made a deal with Buddhism, you deserve to die! Uncle Zhunti, don't you agree?"

Zhunti Taoist did not get angry at Zhao Shanhe's disrespect. Instead, he said in a friendly manner, "Nephew Zhao, you also know that the Great Zhou Dynasty is just a decoration. I hope you can become brothers with Xuanzang."

Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe's face showed a reluctant expression, and he muttered, "Master Zhunti, aren't you trying to embarrass me? Who the hell is Xuanzang? What qualifications does he have to become my sworn brother?"

Zhunti Taoist smiled, then slowly said, "What if his previous life was Zhao Shanhe? I wonder if that qualifies him enough?"

This statement struck Zhao Shanhe like a bolt from the blue. His expression instantly darkened, but he quickly regained his composure. However, this moment of shock was keenly noticed by Zhunti Taoist, and he felt a sense of peace.

Zhao Shanhe sighed deeply and said dejectedly, "If Xuanzang is indeed the reincarnation of that person, then he is indeed qualified to become my sworn brother. The saint is indeed a saint, and he is really good at scheming. It seems that my Taoism is still not good enough..."

Zhunti Taoist was very pleased to see Zhao Zilong's humiliation. He didn't know that he had been misled from the beginning. If he knew that Zhao Zilong and Zhao Shanhe were actually the same person, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh anymore.