eurekapd Chapter 320 The Seven Arrows of Nailhead - Li Jing
Chapter 320 The Seven Arrows of Nailhead - Li Jing
"Hahahahaha."
Nezha laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, pounding the table with one hand.
Throughout the entire tent, everyone else was holding back their laughter, even though they were seeing stars.
Only Nezha dared to do that.
Unafraid of Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, unafraid of Yang Jian's identity.
How could I let go of such an opportunity to make fun of him?
He advised:
"Drink it, you used to fight over it when you were a kid, hahaha."
Seeing Nezha's unrestrained laughter, Mosquito Taoist slowly put the gourd away, held it in his arms, and frowned as he looked at him:
"You can't be envious of Nezha."
Nezha wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded emphatically:
"Hmm, I don't need to drink milk, hahaha, give it all to Yang Jian."
Mosquito Taoist frowned even more, picked up his gourd, turned and left, muttering to himself:
"I don't know why Nezha is laughing like that. He doesn't even know that you can't grow tall without milk. Look at Yang Jian, he's very tall."
Nezha's smile vanished instantly.
Because the smile shifted to Yang Jian's face.
After harming everyone equally, Lu Ya Daoist lifted the curtain and walked in.
The Taoist Ran Deng took a deep breath and finally spoke:
"Alright, the person has arrived."
……
Mythical Beast Garden.
Yang Jiao, feeling utterly bored, buried a few potatoes in the ashes on the ground, carefully covered them with bits of charcoal, and then dusted off her hands, saying:
"You're here, why aren't you coming in?"
Snow was falling heavily in front of the door.
All of it fell upon the tall and upright Zhao Gongming.
“My young friend once said on Mount Emei that he would come here to look for you often. Today, Gongming, I am sorry to bother you.”
Having said that, he strode inside.
A trail of footprints, varying in depth, was left in the snow, but it was quickly covered by the snow that collapsed next to it.
Yang Jiao looked at him, her face even paler than during the day.
It is clear that the palm strike from the Taoist Ran Deng had seriously injured him.
The stick stirred the fire, making it burn brightly in the winter, trying to gain some warmth.
Yang Jiao did not look at Zhao Gongming, but asked:
"Are you familiar with the unorthodox art of the Demon Court, the Seven Arrows of Nailhead?"
Zhao Gongming was stunned for a moment, then sat down with a relieved expression:
"So, this is how I died."
He had originally thought that he was no match for Daoist Ran Deng and would die at his hands, but unexpectedly, he died from a curse. He calmly commented on himself:
"That's a pretty pathetic way to die."
Yes, the way the God of Wealth died was quite pathetic.
Yang Jiao raised her head, her eyes shining even brighter than the firelight:
"It's too pathetic to die like this, so I might as well not die."
Zhao Gongming suddenly burst into laughter:
"Hahaha cough."
The smile tinged with a dull ache in his chest, which he stopped after coughing once.
As expected, the variable in fate that Master had mentioned was Yang Jiao.
such a pity.
He solemnly refused:
"Death is death, whether cowardly or heroic, makes no difference. Young friend, take good care of yourself. Now that I have descended the mountain, everything is preordained."
Yang Jiao looked at him.
Suddenly asked:
"What if the Three Immortal Maidens still die after you die?"
The snow at Zhao Gongming's feet melted into a puddle of water.
His eyes held undiminished depth, but his previous indifference had vanished.
The Three Immortal Maidens were Zhao Gongming's own sisters.
Zhao Gongming descended the mountain for their sake, and he faced death with equanimity for their sake as well.
Yang Jiao smiled slowly, then continued digging at the potatoes, her voice long and firm:
"I can keep you all alive, but from now on, you will be my pawns..."
……
After Zhao Gongming left, Yang Jiao immediately released Li Jing from the pagoda.
He was caught off guard and almost fell into the fire.
Yang Jiao sat in front of the fire, patted the black ash off the roasted potatoes, and gently broke them open. The steaming potatoes had a simple, rustic aroma.
"You go."
Li Jing stared in disbelief at the 'demoness' in front of him who had actually released him like this?
He hesitated, not daring to move.
Yang Jiao took a bite, the rich, starchy aroma filling her mouth. She looked at Li Jing:
"If you don't leave, we'll lock you up again."
Li Jing turned and ran.
Zhouying.
Lu Ya Daoist sat to the left of Ran Deng Daoist, laid out the Seven Arrows of Nailhead from the Demon Court, and said:
"This is the Seven Arrows of Nailhead. All you need to do is prepare a scarecrow, place two lamps on its head and feet, worship it three times a day, and after seven consecutive days, shoot an arrow. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal will surely die."
The Taoist Ran Deng's right arm was numb and he could no longer lift it.
A glint of insight flashed in his eyes, and he exclaimed in admiration:
"Lu Ya Dao Ren's suggestion to help Zhou is a great achievement. I will definitely report to the Heavenly Court to protect the demon race and ensure their safety."
Lu Ya Daoist raised his hand:
"Thank you, Daoist Ran Deng."
Then, after sitting down, he said:
"However, this forbidden technique requires the expenditure of one's luck, and I am burdened with karma, so I cannot use it."
Daoist Ran Deng was naturally aware of this matter, but he certainly wouldn't do it himself. After all, it was a forbidden curse, and for cultivators, it was a major taboo to waste their luck, as being entangled in karma would inevitably lead to backlash.
He glanced around at everyone present, finally fixing his gaze on Jiang Ziya.
Jiang Ziya was the executor of the Investiture of the Gods, and with such great fortune bestowed upon him, he was undoubtedly the one to be chosen.
Just as he was about to speak, Daoist Lu Ya stood up.
Looking at Jinzha and Muzha standing in the corner, he said:
"I think these two young men look quite blessed. If this matter can be accomplished, it will surely be a great act of merit."
"Jinzha and Muzha?" Daoist Ran Deng read out the names of the two, then hesitated and said, "These are the third generation of our Chan Sect. In terms of ability, they are not as good as Nezha and Yang Jian. Dealing with Zhao Gongming is of utmost importance, so let's leave it to them."
Lu Ya Daoist waved his hand and said:
"That's not right. It's just that their skills are average."
His heart pounded, and he secretly blamed Yang Jiao for not explaining things clearly to him before.
Are these two, with such weak abilities, worthy of cursing Zhao Gongming?
Lu Ya Daoist's mind raced, and he looked at them and said:
"If one's abilities are too great, the consequences will not be balanced, so it is better to be of a lower rank."
Jinzha and Muzha, suddenly labeled as 'inferior', darkened in surprise.
They initially wanted to refuse, but then they heard Lu Ya Daoist say:
“Zhao Gongming is a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Killing him would naturally bring great merit. With such a huge military achievement, you can discuss it yourselves.”
Fearing that Randeng was still determined to have Yang Jian, Nezha, and the others take over, he cast a long, mournful glance at Jinzha and Muzha, and slowly said:
"The merit of being granted divine titles, tsk, forget it. You can get it just by praying. For such an easy task, you should choose some of the disciples that your Chan Sect values most."
Upon hearing this, Jinzha had an idea.
There's no need to go out to fight the enemy; just keep bowing three times a day inside the tent.
Why not?
Given that one's own magical power is weak, how much of the consequences can be reversed?
How can it compare to great merit?
He immediately tugged at Muzha, who was still deep in thought, and then the two of them bowed and knelt between him, saying:
"This disciple fears no consequences and is willing to serve the Great Zhou!"
Upon seeing this, Lu Ya Daoist almost burst out laughing.
They're easy to fool.
They take the bait after offering only a little bit of merit.
What he didn't know was that if Nezha and Yang Jian weren't around, Jinzha and Muzha could have earned it themselves. But because of the appearance of these two, they stole all the credit.
They have been suppressed too much, and what they crave most is merit!
What lies ahead is still a big one.
The two happily accepted the order.
The Taoist Ran Deng freed one hand to stroke his beard, slightly raised his chin, and looked at Taoist Lu Ya, instructing him:
"Fellow Daoist, let's begin."
Immediately, Lu Yateng took out a talisman and used all his skills to write his own characters in a way that no one could recognize, haphazardly writing the names 'Li Jing' on it.
Jinzha frowned behind him:
"This is……"
Why do the strokes look somewhat familiar?
Lu Ya Daoist felt a chill run down his spine and immediately said:
"This is the script of the demon race. Can you understand it?"
Jinzha hurriedly shook his head.
Lu Ya Daoist lit the talisman inscribed with Li Jing's name, and the ashes fell onto the scarecrow. He then handed it to Jinzha and said:
“Take it back. Do as I said, bow three times a day.”
Jinzha carefully accepted it and made a vow before all the masters of the Chan Sect:
"Jinzha and Muzha will fervently kneel and pray every single day without fail!"
Lu Ya Daoist let out a long breath and secretly clicked his tongue in approval:
"Yang Jiao, you're playing dirty tricks, making someone's son worship his own father to death."
What he didn't know was that Yang Jiao not only made her son worship his father to death, but also guessed how Li Jing would worship himself to death.
After saying this, the two brothers took the scarecrow and went out to set up the offering table.
As soon as they went outside, they saw Li Jing, who was being held back outside the military camp. He looked desolate and thin, with sunken flesh on his cheeks.
Mu Zha strode forward, kicked aside the soldiers blocking his way, and angrily shouted:
"Are you blind?! You dare to stop my father!"
After he finished scolding, he hurriedly pulled Li Jing inside, took off his outer robe and draped it over Li Jing's shoulders, tears welling in his eyes, and said:
"Dad! Our time to turn things around has come!"
"Oh?"
Li Jing couldn't believe that so many good things would happen in one day.
They excitedly inquired.
After Jinzha and Muzha vividly described the Seven Arrows of Nailhead,
Even Li Jing listened with rapt attention, thinking to himself:
"This is a golden opportunity to make a name for yourself!"
He pulled his two sons, who looked exactly like him, and urged them on:
"Hurry up, hurry up! Your father will kowtow with you!"