[Lotus Cake] The whole world knows that I am chasing you

70 miles to the east of Tiangong and 4000 miles to the East China Sea, there is a fairy island named Yingzhou.There is Qingyu Gaoshan in Yingzhou. The spring is like wine and tastes sweet. It is Fenghuang's favorite jade spring.The scenery in Yingzhou is unique, and the immortals who have leisure time like to come here to enjoy the flowers and clouds and all the living beings in the world.It's just that on this day, in the center of Yingzhou Xiandao, a lonely new grave was added in the scenery of green clouds and green water.Because the owner of the tomb died, there was nothing left, so the tomb can only be made into a tomb. On the half-person-high white jade tombstone, it is written in cinnabar script: Those who sleep here will be as famous as the sun and the moon.

Putting Huagai Xingjun's tomb here, Tiangong has gone through many considerations.First of all, Huagai Xingjun was born in the East China Sea. Compared with Tiangong, it is closer to the East China Sea. Secondly, as the star official of Tiangong, he is a god after all. It is Tiangong's responsibility to give a fairy island after his death.

Since the addition of this tomb, there have been many fairy families in Yingzhou every day. Yang Jian didn't know whether they came to worship sincerely, or just because of his whim because of the passing of unrelated people. In the evening, the sea was blue and cloudy for a long time, the fairy furniture on Yingzhou had been sacrificed, and he was the only one left on the island.He held a jar of wine, sat down in front of the tomb, and placed two poorly made wine cups. After filling up the wine, he picked up a glass by himself and toasted the owner of the tomb. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

After all, he was not familiar with Ao Bing, and he didn't understand him as a person.But Yang Jian knew that if one day the gods and Buddhas disappeared and there was only one god left in the six realms, only Ao Bing would be worthy of that god.Ao Bing is tough, strong and fierce.He is so strong that he and Ne Zha need to work together to defeat him, and he is so strong that he will never give up when he recognizes one person in 2000.Waiting in such boundless despair, not afraid of rumors, not afraid of prejudice, and stick to one's heart.How many people left after receiving no response.The relationship that used to be in full swing, as long as there is no equal response, it will be like a big loss, and when you turn around, you will discard it like a shoe, and even feel that your innocence has been polluted, but you never thought that you were also fascinated by that relationship reverse.He doesn't understand, and he has never experienced it. It is precisely because he does not understand that he is even more at a loss.So I think, maybe most people are just pretending to be affectionate and ungrateful, which makes Ao Bing even more valuable.

He is so precious, so Yang Jian is very sorry, otherwise in the Heavenly Palace, except for Nezha, he would be able to make one more close friend.Now the real god is buried here, and there are only crooked melons and jujubes left in the heavenly palace. Yang Jian sighed, sprinkled the wine in front of the stele, and said slowly, "Don't worry, King Xing, Jian will live up to his trust."

When Yang Jian went to Xianhuagai Xingjun's mansion to pick up Shancai, Shancai was sitting on the threshold and dozing off, his head was pecking at the rice.He stepped forward, and when Shancai's head was about to hit the door, he held Shancai's shoulder.Yang Jian stood in front of him, condescending, and asked him, "You are good money? Huagai Xingjun asked me to take you away."

Shancai rubbed his eyes, "When will Xingjun come back? They are all talking nonsense, I am afraid that if the immortals in Tiangong are dead, Xingjun will be fine."

After listening to him, Yang Jian said, "Mr. Huagai Xing thinks that you have been in Tiangong for 3000 years, and you have not made any progress in Taoism. It must be that you are not satisfied with Tiangong. I will send you to Zizhu Garden in the South China Sea, which is the fairy residence of Cihang Dao." , is located in the two worlds of heaven and Buddha, and is adjacent to the South China Sea. After you become a Taoist disciple, you will devote yourself to cultivation and strive to transform into a dragon as soon as possible."

Shancai stared at him blankly, it turned out that he wanted to leave by himself.He immediately grabbed the door frame with both hands, and said very vigilantly, "I won't go, I will wait here for Lord Xing to come back."

Yang Jian smiled, "I'm afraid you can't help it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shancai knew that what he said was true.The back of his neck was clamped by Yang Jian, and he was held in his hands like a small loach. No matter how much he waved his hands, kicked his feet, shook his head and tail, he couldn't turn out a single flower.

He was furious and yelled loudly, but Yang Jian ignored him and continued to walk unhurriedly, leaving Tiangong and heading towards the South China Sea.The wind whizzed by his ears, Shancai accepted his fate, "Let me down, I promise to go to the South China Sea, but I have to meet someone first."

He was not qualified enough to negotiate terms, but Yang Jian let him go.

Standing on the top of the cloud, Shancai gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see Grand Master Tongtian, and after meeting him, I will go to the South China Sea with you wholeheartedly."

Yang Jian frowned and thought for a while, then hesitated, "Yes, but the Master Tongtian you want to meet may not be the one you imagined."

Shancai was a little puzzled, but still did not let go, "I want to see him."

Yang Jian sighed, waved his big hand, the wind swept by, and rushed to his god's main temple with good fortune.

In the mortal world, it was already a year ago since Yang Jian brought Nezha back.

When Shancai arrived at the God's Lord Temple, Nezha stood with his back facing him on the scorched yellow withered grass, his fiery red robe was blown up by the wind, like a beam of fire lit on the vast withered grassland, teasing a The white bulldog, he swung his arms round first, and threw it out of the golden Qiankun circle. The white dog followed like a shooting star, caught it with his mouth before the Qiankun circle landed, then ran back happily shaking his head and flicking his tail. Putting the Qiankun circle in Nezha's palm, he stretched out his head, asking him to stroke it meekly, but Nezha turned a blind eye and threw the Qiankun circle out again.

Seeing a man and a dog playing happily in front of him, Shancai was so unwilling to reconcile that he was trembling all over. He didn't understand why Xingjun didn't end up with a happy ending whenever he met him, the first time was the same, and the second time was still the same.

He rushed over like crazy, but was held back by Yang Jian, he could only roar hoarsely, "It's all because of you! You..."

If he still wanted to say it, when Nezha turned around, he swallowed it back.

Nezha seemed to be wearing a mask, the mask was exquisitely made and beautifully outlined, but the facial features were elegant, but not agile, his eyes were hollow, without luster, and his skin was a kind of porcelain white without blood.At this time, the white dog came back with the Qiankun circle in its mouth. He reached out to take it, turned back blankly, and let the white dog circle around him intimately. He just threw the Qiankun circle out again.His every move seems to be set in advance, every time he repeats stiffly, his movements are exactly the same as the last time. If he hadn't seen the aqua blue forehead lines between his brows, Shancai would have almost thought that there was a finely crafted bird in front of him. puppet.

It was really abnormal and creepy, Shancai widened his eyes and asked Yang Jian, "What's wrong with him?"

Yang Jian said, "It's nothing, he was molded with lotus flowers, he has no soul, no soul, immortality, no evil, he should be like this."

It stands to reason that Nezha is the reincarnation of the magic pill, cold and indifferent, but no one has ever realized it, because he first met Ao Bing, and he became flesh and blood, like a living person.Over the years, because of a love word, there has always been a cluster of flames burning in his heart, which is endless, making him vivid and omnipotent.Now that the flames are extinguished and he has returned to his original appearance, there is really no need to make a fuss.

Not giving up, Shancai broke free from Yang Jian's shackles, and rushed to Nezha in two or three steps.Nezha looked into the distance, and for the sudden appearance of a person jumping up and down beside him, he just looked sideways to judge whether it was a monster, and then looked into the distance again.

Shancai stood in front of him, wanting to confirm whether the puppet was putting on a show. After all, the grand master had great powers, and mere puppetry was not a problem, but he found a forbidden spell with little spiritual power between his eyebrows.

With just one glance, Shancai knew who cast the spell.The spiritual power is too low, but anyone who knows a little bit of immortality can understand it. It doesn't match the spellcaster's Taoism. Shancai can almost see Xingjun when he left, using the last bit of strength to cast this spell.

Everyone can undo it, but this restriction has always existed between the Taishi's brows.Shancai looked at Yang Jian in surprise.

Yang Jian crossed his arms and said, "Don't look at me, this is Xingjun's last wish, I am naturally puzzled, as for the others, I dare not understand it."

When he brought Nezha back, some immortals who knew the truth had already reported to him.After Nezha woke up, he also told Nezha verbatim, but Nezha didn't care at all, and he didn't know that there was a seal between his eyebrows. He just sat on the edge of the bed like a sculpture, and he wasn't even sure whether he listened.Yang Jian thought that this might be a good idea.

Shancai was furious, "Xingjun's soul was scattered, it was all because of him, why should he forget everything!"

With this thought in mind, he made a formula to undo the sealing spell.He knew why others didn't dare to explain it, wasn't it because he was afraid that the grand master would wake up and have a seizure, but he was not afraid, Xingjun had gone, so he had nothing to fear.In Nezha's eyes, his spiritual power was really nothing to mention. Nezha was indifferent, and a small gust of wind randomly blew up around him, and he was knocked over.

The Shancai dog gnawed on the mud and fell to the ground, with a mouthful of dry grass in his mouth, but he still passed out a half-wisp of magic in his hand.Nezha didn't think much of it, so he didn't dodge it, so the fairy art, like a tiny mosquito gnat, bit Nezha's eyebrow.

Just lightly, but in an instant, it seemed that the sky collapsed, the sun and the moon lost their brilliance, and the rocks not far away cracked and fell into the lake at the foot of the mountain. Shocked, Shancai buried his face in the dry grass, thinking that another The immeasurable calamity is approaching, but after waiting for a while, the surroundings are silent, the water is still and there is no wave, everything is just an illusion.

Shancai raised his head and saw Nezha standing a foot in front of him, his dull eyes were as red as blood.The sun is bright, the breeze is cool, the landscape is as beautiful as an ink painting, with the smell of ink, Nezha is in the painting, with a bleak face and a chill in his heart.

Shancai looked at him, feeling a great pleasure of revenge in his heart.That's enough, that's how he should be, living in pain and loneliness for thousands of years.He got up and said to Yang Jian, "I don't need the real king to send me off to the South China Sea."

Yang Jian looked at Nezha worriedly, and said, "I promised Lord Xing, I will send you there myself."

After the return journey, Nezha still stood where he was, without moving a single point.Heizi circled around his legs anxiously, whimpering.

Yang Jian walked forward hesitantly, he has never been in love with others, and after thinking about it, he choked out a sentence, "The mountains are high and the waters are wide, and we can pass."

In fact, I know very well that this is a lie. As long as Nezha remembers it, he will never get through it, and he will never get through it.

Nezha was silent, and when Yang Jian thought he would remain silent forever, he suddenly opened his mouth in a harsh voice, "Brother, he actually made me forget him."

He turned his head to look at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with content that Yang Jian could not understand, "He actually asked me to forget about him."

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, and said with little confidence, "When you have no choice, it is indeed better to forget."

Nezha shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes, "He doesn't want me anymore, so let me forget about him, it doesn't matter anymore." When he opened his eyes again, he was full of panic, "How could he do this? "

Not far away came a lone goose that came here to spend the winter, and pulled out a single shadow on the lake. In Heaven's Tribulation, Ao Bing became a widower, and he wanted him to remember him for millions of years. What he said at the beginning became a prophecy, but it was reversed. He was still alive, and he became the lonely person, and Ao Bing wanted to He forgot.

Forget everything between them.How could he be so decisive?

Nezha said desperately, "He really doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't even want me to have memories."

Yang Jian said in a low voice, "Nezha, I dare not say anything else, if King Xing still has nostalgia for the Six Realms, it must be because of you."

Who would have expected that under such circumstances, Xingjun entrusted him with taking care of Nezha.His last wish is just to hope that Nezha can live better in the years without him.

He couldn't let him go after all.

The wind blew past, Nezha turned and left, Yang Jian asked, "Where are you going?"

Nezha walked forward without looking back, "Go home."

Yang Jian wanted to follow, but Nezha waved his hand in front of him, "Brother, don't follow, I'm fine."

He will live well, as Ao Bing wishes.

Being entrusted by others, Yang Jian was still worried about the matter of loyalty, so he sent Heizi to follow, and he sat down on the steps in front of the temple.He has lived for 3000 years in vain, which is tens of thousands of years in the mortal world. He has seen many things, but he still doesn't understand.For some reason, he thought of a finger bone buried in the censer that hadn't had a stick of incense for tens of thousands of years in the main temple.

The Huadan who sings the God of Guankou has only a bone left.

When the immeasurable calamity came down, the most powerful god in the sky and the earth was the first to bear the brunt of it. He was on par with Nezha, and he was very open-minded, so he happily received the catastrophe.At that time, Hua Dan had lived in Shenzhu Temple for three months.Every day, he wiped the incense burner and brushed off the dust from the statue, or went outside the door to remove dead grass. He also set up a stove not far from the temple to cook for himself.Yang Jian once stretched out his head to look at it secretly. Originally, he didn't need to be sneaky, he could look at it openly. Ordinary people can't see him, but he stole too much wine from him, and he was guilty of being a thief, so he got used to it for a while.Huadan cooks dishes with a light taste, unlike him, who is addicted to spicy food, and before he became a god, he liked all kinds of spicy food.Yang Jian didn't know why Huadan came here, he was not a temple, and he didn't accept monks, but Huadan did regard this place as his own home like a monk.When the thunder was about to strike, Yang Jian stood on the open grass with Hei Zi in his arms, keeping a distance from Hua Dan. Although everything would be destroyed in the end, it was better not to be involved if possible.When the thunder roared and would fall on him, Hua Dan who was sweeping the floor suddenly threw away the broom and ran wildly.Yang Jian watched him running in his direction, and was puzzled for a moment, then at the next moment, Tianlei hit Huadan who was standing in front of him.Yang Jian's pupils contracted violently, and just when he couldn't understand, he saw his startled face in Huadan's eyes.

"Can you see me?" Yang Jian wanted to pinch Hua Dan's arm, but he missed it. Under the thunder, Hua Dan's mortal body instantly turned into black ashes, and his three souls and seven souls also dissipated. He only had time to pinch him of a finger.

Hua Dan didn't speak, maybe she couldn't speak, she didn't even have the time to blink, her body and soul were broken into thousands of snowflakes.

Only half of his index finger was left.

Yang Jian didn't understand why he had to block the catastrophe for him, but sooner or later, they all returned to chaos. He continued to wait for the thunder to fall, but before it came, the immeasurable catastrophe disappeared just like that.

His mind went blank, bewildered.To him, a mortal is just a mayfly. He doesn't understand the mind of the mayfly, and he doesn't bother to understand the mind of the mayfly.He could only vaguely remember the graceful little Huadan on stage many years ago.But he knew that Xiaohuadan wanted to live, at least she wanted to live a sentence.The mayflies also wanted to fight for the day and night, but they didn't.There is nothing you can do about the destiny, some people want to live, some people want to die.

So Xiaohuadan came to the world, leaving half of her phalanx, which was buried in his incense burner.

Under the care of Xiao Huadan, the main temple has flourished briefly for a few days, but in the past year or so, the main temple has declined faster than before it was taken care of, and a piece of the wall on the north side has collapsed. The mud bricks were scattered in a mess, but a small purple wild flower bloomed in the cracks of the bricks, swaying tenaciously in the rustling autumn wind.

Yang Jian didn't know how long he had been looking at those broken flowers and bones. Years were the least worth mentioning in the eyes of the gods. When Heizi came to grab his robe corner, his eyes were still on the wild flowers.

Heizi came to him, explaining that there might be something wrong with Nezha.He lazily straightened his clothes, summoned Xiangyun, carried Heizi to the top of the cloud, followed Heizi's guidance, and stood still on the hilltop of Jiulongwan, Chentangguan.

In front of a house with glazed tiles and green bricks, stood a crab spirit holding a spear.

The crab essence didn't know if it had been away from the water for a long time, and her whole body was red from being baked by the sun. She frowned and hesitated in front of the door. When she saw Yang Jian, she hurried forward to salute.

Yang Jian looked at it for a while and asked, "Which water area?"

Xie Jing suddenly saw a great god, and when he was nervous, he stumbled when he spoke. He hesitated for a long time and only said that he was from the East China Sea, but did not make any other useful voices. Yang Jian was impatient and asked directly, "What are you doing here? ?”

Crab Essence clenched the spear tightly, her red face became even redder, and she glanced vaguely into the house, "Young one, come and ask His Highness Grand Master to return...return..."

What else do I dare to say again.

Yang Jian sighed, and decided to ask Nezha himself to understand.He was about to step into the door when Heizi suddenly grabbed his collar, groaned twice, and shook his furry head.

Yang Jian wondered, "What?"

Heizi scratched him with his paw, hesitantly.Yang Jian grabbed his paw and walked in.The house was lifeless, and there was a jujube tree in the yard, which bore bright red dates, but no one picked them, and the jujubes fell to the ground after they were ripe, and the grains rotted into mud.

He found Nezha on the bed in the main bedroom.The thin brocade quilt covered Nezha's chest, his back was facing the door, the windows were closed, the room was dimly lit, and the chest of the person on the bed could not be seen rising and falling, Yang Jian felt his heart skip a beat, and walked forward quickly.

But he stopped a step away from the bed, and understood why Heizi didn't want him to come in.

Nezha slept very soundly, the moon and stars were rare, and the mountains were high and the water was long. It seemed that it would be good to keep sleeping like this.It's just that he is holding a white jade tombstone with one arm, like a person, and is pressed in his arms. His chin is resting on the stone tablet, as if he is gently stroking someone's cheek, and his breath is shallow and long.

Bai Sensen's tombstone was hard and cold. In his bleary sleep, Nezha subconsciously stretched out his hand and squeezed the tombstone tightly in his arms, and said "Ao Bing" in a low voice, but there was no response from the tombstone. He said "Ao Bing" again, and hugged Hold tight, want to hug forever.

Suddenly Yang Jian couldn't stand it any longer, and left the room holding Heizi in his arms.

Crab Essence was still standing at the door waiting for him expectantly.Yang Jian said, "You go back first, the Lord of Japan will personally send Lord Xing back."

The Crab Essence left gratefully. Yang Jian sighed. He would definitely not be able to snatch the tombstone back from Nezha's arms, and he couldn't bear it. There is a spirit stone, which comes from the same source as the stone that transforms the monster monkey, and it is not a disgrace to use it as the tombstone of Xingjun.

It was more than a month later when he received a brand new stele, engraved words on it, and returned to Chentangguan. This time, there were not only crab spirits standing in front of the house, but also the Dragon King and his wife who were in charge of the East China Sea, and all the spirits and monsters in the sea. coming.The Queen of the Dragon wore plain clothes, her eyes were red and swollen, she leaned against the side of the Dragon King and covered her face with a silk handkerchief and sobbed softly. He stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute.

After Yang Jian returned the gift, he said, "Thank you, the Dragon King and Queen condescended to come here. The grand master took something that should not be taken. This gentleman will return it to the original owner with the Dragon King and Queen."

The Dragon King arched his hands and said, "Thank you Zhenjun Haihan, the journey to the Dragon Palace is very long. When I heard the news, the king and his wife will not be able to see the dog for the last time, and they were already overwhelmed with grief. Now there is not even a dead body for the dog, only the clothes and clothes are left , and please Zhenjun be sure to persuade His Royal Highness to let the dog go, so that the dog can go away with more peace of mind."

Yang Jian touched the stele in his cuff, nodded and said, "To tell you the truth, I have obtained the things, and we can set off immediately to resettle in Yingzhou."

The Dragon King raised his deep eyes and swept Yang Jian's face around, then lowered his head and cupped his hands, "I'd better trouble Zhenjun to go in and have a look again. His Royal Highness has put down the fairy miasma here, and I can't get in."

The queen, who had been weeping all the time, felt sad in her heart, couldn't bear it any longer, got out of the clam spirit's support, and said sadly, "My son shouldn't die here, it's because of the grand master that he ended up like this, I just received it When it came to the wedding invitation for the two of them to get married, I didn't have time to be happy. The dowry was only half prepared, so... just... don't talk about getting married, Bing'er is the flesh that fell from me after all. Domineering Bing'er and not letting us see, dare... dare..."

The Dragon King said from the side, "Don't say it, Bing'er died for the common people, the Grand Master is no less sad than us, let's ask Zhenjun to come in and persuade him."

Yang Jian was a little puzzled, and the dragon king Yin Yin's eyes fell on him, forcing him to go in and look for Nezha.He hurried into the yard, quickly walked through the jujube trees, and went straight to the main house.

Standing outside the door, Yang Jian gently knocked on the door, but no one answered.He waited for a while, then pushed lightly on the door leaf with his hand, and the door creaked open a crack.

The room was extremely dark. He squinted his eyes and glanced around, but he didn't see Nezha. He saw a long shadow on the bed with hanging curtains. He looked around again, but still couldn't see Nezha.

Strange, where will Nezha go?He stepped over the threshold and walked into the house, squinting his eyes to adapt to the dim light in the house, and only then did he recognize the long shadow on the bed.

It was Huagai Xingjun's tightly nailed coffin.

Only then did he understand why even the Dragon King and Queen came in person. Nezha dug the stele first, and now he digs the coffin. What is left in Yingzhou?Let Xingjun's parents weep at a pile of loess that is nothing?It's really too much.

Where did Nezha go?Yang Jian sighed, thinking about how to discuss with Nezha how to return the coffin, his eyes fell on the coffin, and he suddenly froze.

He knew where Nezha was.

Opening the third eye in the forehead, he saw Nezha and the tombstone lying side by side in the coffin through the thick coffin board.The fiery red robe was neatly placed under her body, and the white jade tombstone was lying beside her, with one long arm wrapped around the tombstone, her sleeping face was peaceful, and she was indifferent to the world.

After staying for a while, Yang Jian came back to his senses, his throat was a little choked, he cleared it, and said in front of the bed, "The Dragon King and the Queen want a son later, it's unreasonable for you to be so unreasonable, let's return the coffin. There is no Xingjun."

Nezha kept silent, Yang Jian knew he could hear him.After waiting for a while, the sky was about to darken.Yang Jian said, "Nezha."

Nezha moved his arm, Yang Jian sighed, and stepped forward to push open the coffin lid.Nezha obediently came out of the coffin, still holding the tombstone in his arms.

A group of shrimp and crab essences carried the coffin out of Kowloon Bay, and traveled tens of thousands of miles on the sea. The sky was overcast, and the clam essence occasionally swayed a few white flakes. They were silent all the way, only the queen was choking deeply. .

Yang Jian was by the side of the Dragon King, and when he turned his head inadvertently, he saw a red tail hanging behind the team a few miles away, appearing and disappearing, following the team at a leisurely pace.

The coffin was buried again, the Dragon King added a lot of funerary objects to the coffin, the stele was erected again, the queen wept again, her eyes were swollen to the point that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and then reluctantly returned to the East China Sea with the Dragon King and his party.

Yang Jian stood in front of the tomb and said, "They're all gone, you can show up now."

There was no response for a while, Yang Jian said, "Nezha, didn't you come here just to pay homage?"

There was still no sound, Yang Jian couldn't help being surprised, he turned his head to look for Nezha, but wherever he looked, there was a smoky sea surface, and waves surging under the current, hitting the rocks with white waves several feet high, and there was no trace of red figure .

Yang Jian shouted, "Nezha!"

No one responded.He sat down dejectedly, Nezha could not go back without saying a word, he came out of the coffin so obediently, and followed them peacefully all the way.

Yang Jian looked at the tomb in front of him, and suddenly had a very bad thought.He stood up abruptly, took out the three-edged knife, and slammed it towards the grave.

"Nezha, come out for me!" The three-edged knife gradually sparkled on the grave bag, but it didn't cause a single crack, obviously it was cast into the miasma.

Yang Jian smashed the tomb again and again, "Come out!"

Nezha is responsible for Xian Miasma, as long as he is not willing, Yang Jian can't open it.But he still smashed in vain.He couldn't accept that Nezha was immortal, and would bury himself alive in a dark tomb for tens of thousands of years.

Xingjun asked him to take good care of Nezha. If he took care of him into the tomb, how could he be good to Xingjun.

He caressed the tombstone, stopped his movements, and began to persuade, "Nezha, at this point, it's midsummer in the world, don't you like summer the most, let's go and relax."

Nezha wanted to laugh a little. There was something under his waist that made his bones hurt. He reached out and found it was a crystal coral, which was just under his head. His arm was hit by something again. When he picked it up, it was a night pearl. Put it on the top of the head, the Dragon King is busy, the coffin is already cramped, and a lot of things have been added in, so he can only lie curled up, which is very inconvenient.The night pearl and fireflies illuminated a small area of ​​the coffin. He looked down at the tombstone with the light, and closed his eyes contentedly. Yang Jian's voice came buzzing from outside the tomb. His summer is long gone.

When summer dies, all lotus are buried.

Yang Jian yelled again, "Nezha, didn't you say to have a good time?"

Nezha retracted his arm. He never had a better time than now. He used to think that his only home was in Chentangguan, but now he knows that wherever Ao Bing is, his home is there. Why did the senior brother mess around like a mad dog? bark.

He wanted to tell his brother that he was just going home, so don't worry.

But forget it, the miasma is thicker, and no one should disturb his and his wife's good sleep.