Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe was speechless. Creating another race? Was it really such a big deal? After all, the starting point was different, and the thinking was different. He replied affirmatively, "Nuwa, creating a race is a viable option, but does the Heavenly Dao allow it? In my humble opinion, you could also choose to humble yourself and establish a sect. But don't forget me, I'm a professional."

A hint of teasing flashed in Nuwa's eyes, and she chuckled, "Can you leave?"

Zhao Shanhe chuckled and replied confidently, "As long as the Queen Mother of the Underworld lets me go, then it won't be a problem. As the saying goes, if things get dark in the west, they get bright in the east! If I can successfully pick up a bargain, I won't switch sides. If I really can't leave, my unfilial son Yang Nianhe is still an option. He still has some luck."

Nuwa could not help but laugh and scolded, "Xuan Zang, so this is what you are thinking, trying to find a way out for your children."

Zhao Shanhe smiled wryly and said self-deprecatingly, "Your Majesty, you're joking. I can't help it. My children aren't very smart. Be careful of Zhao Zilong. He has designs on you."

The corners of Nuwa's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, and she asked softly, "What about you?"

Zhao Shanhe clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name solemnly, and replied, "Amitabha, I have long seen through the worldly affairs and have no desires or requests."

Nuwa chuckled and said teasingly, "You impure monk, go hang outside."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes widened, and he shouted innocently, "Nuwa, I didn't say anything. The catastrophe has arrived, and the saint cannot intervene."

Nuwa looked at him with a half-smile and said slowly, "You are moved. I am not within the scope of restrictions."

Zhao Shanhe quickly defended himself, "Nuwa, what you said is a bit unreasonable."

"I'm going to be unreasonable today, do you have any objections?"

"No problem, as long as you are happy. Today's cause will have tomorrow's result."

Zhao Shanhe was a bit amused when he saw himself still hanging in the net. It was actually Nuwa who was moved. It was like being under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. It was because he was weak that he deserved to be bullied.

At this moment, the sky suddenly flashed with lightning and thunder, as if foreshadowing a storm. Zhao Shanhe shouted to the sky, "I can't afford to offend Nuwa. Why are you joining in the fun? Do you think you can follow in the footsteps of the Rain God?"

Before he finished speaking, heavy rain suddenly fell on the earth, but there was no sign of rain where Zhao Shanhe was. There were only gusts of breeze blowing gently, as if afraid to disturb his sweet dream.

Tonight is destined to be an uneasy night. Not far away, Zhu Bajie was also hung on a tree. The person who did it was Guanyin Bodhisattva. As for why he was also hung up, it was because he had worshipped an unscrupulous master. Women are sometimes very narrow-minded, and gods are no exception.

The experiences of the two are so different. Zhao Shanhe is like sleeping in a hammock, which makes people feel sympathetic compared to Zhu Bajie's experience. He is exposed to the wind, rain, cold and freezing, which is really miserable. Perhaps this is the saying that a good horse is ridden by others, and a good person is bullied by others.

Nuwa looked at Yang Xiaochan and asked with a smile, "Disciple, are you heartbroken?"

Yang Xiaochan quickly shook her head and replied, "Master, I know Zhao Shanhe's character very well. He will eat anything except what he would take. It doesn't seem appropriate for you to treat him like this."

The corners of Nuwa's mouth curled up slightly as she chuckled and said, "Could he dare to eat my master?"

Yang Xiaochan sighed helplessly and said, "Master, Zhao Shanhe's fate is very strange. Wherever he goes, he will cause countless killings and corpses everywhere. Those who offend him will eventually have a bad end. Some jokes really shouldn't be made casually. You should let him go as soon as possible."

"You are still heartbroken. Aren't you afraid that Zhao Zilong will be jealous?" Nuwa asked with a smile.

Yang Xiaochan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, Zhao Zilong's motives for marrying me may not be pure. He feels increasingly alienated to me. I've noticed he gets particularly excited every time he sees you. Perhaps it's just as Zhao Shanhe suspected. The Journey to the West was actually written by Zhao Zilong. He's been manipulating Buddhism from the very beginning. Perhaps it's Heaven's will that Xuanzang, the pilgrim who sought Buddhist scriptures, turned out to be the reincarnation of Zhao Shanhe, someone he dared not touch."

"Disciple, you have been with Zhao Zilong for so long, have you discovered his origins?" Nuwa asked curiously.

Yang Xiaochan shook her head and replied, "Master, you can't even tell his origins, so how could I possibly know? I thought he was Zhao Shanhe, but he's not. I think he might be the reincarnation of a powerful being from your time, but I have no idea who he is. As for Zhao Shanhe, he must be the legendary son of destiny."

Nuwa nodded slightly, agreeing with Yang Xiaochan's speculation. She then consoled him, "Xiaochan, life is full of disappointments, so there's no need to be too sad."

Yang Xiaochan's expression was gloomy, and she said in a low voice, "Master, perhaps this is my fate. If there is nothing else, I would like to return to Sanxian Island first."

"You go back."

Nuwa felt a surge of guilt as she gazed at Yang Xiaochan's forlorn figure. It was indeed a bit excessive for her to allow two lovers to meet, even though they couldn't be together. So, what exactly was Zhao Zilong's identity? Was he Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun, or one of those two? If it was any of them, it would be terrifying.

However, Nuwa didn't know that this was all a carefully planned scam by Zhao Shanhe. She had become deeply entangled in it, unable to extricate herself. This could only be attributed to the magical properties of the Chaos Spirit Field.

Yang Xiaochan returned to Sanxian Island, swept away her previous decadence, and said, "Husband, do you think Nuwa will be fooled?"

Zhao Zilong smiled and said, "Xiaochan, isn't this the answer she wants to see the most? A saint who is too curious is likely to make mistakes. We must find her something to do."

Yang Xiaochan asked doubtfully, "Husband, are you Zhao Zilong or Zhao Shanhe?"

"Xiaochan, is there any difference? You won't believe the story I made up, will you?"

"Shanhe, I feel like what you're saying isn't a story but a fact."

"Xiao Chan, I can't fake my love for you. When I become stronger, I won't have to play tricks on you anymore. Don't contact Nuwa anymore. Just say I'm angry."

"Husband, you are truly Zhao Shanhe."

"Xiaochan, I am Zhao Zilong, the man who won your marriage competition."