What is God?

They are legends. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Calling for wind and rain, moving mountains and seas, it is simply omnipotent.

People trust God and believe that the chakras of good and evil should be rewarded.

If, however, God relied on the faith of the people, why did he not only not bless His people, but oppress and destroy them along with the cruelty of life?

Nezha couldn't figure it out.

The people were ignorant as drunkenness, and none of them were sober.

In the face of God's absolute power, mortals are as humble as ants and as low as pigs and dogs.

But there is always an emotional tie that makes some people willing to stand up bravely, take out their weapons, and raise their heads upright and challenge the high God like a person!

"Pearl Town, you defeated him?"

I asked.

Although they didn't say who he was, they knew each other.

Nezha nodded.

"Then how did you get to Chentangguan?"

I asked.

Nezha's face showed a hint of struggle.

The sound of ticking water had long since ceased, and a faint ray of sunlight cast itself through the gloomy clouds.

"After the fight, I went home and wanted to find my mother, but-"

In the end, Nezha's voice gradually lowered, with a little trembling tail.

It was a nightmare that I didn't want to remember.

He didn't find his mother, but he led the water to Chentangguan.

The same destruction as Pearl Town.

Except for the Lee Mansion.

There was an ocean everywhere.

Although the dragon couldn't help Nezha, it had no choice but to get hundreds of thousands of people in Chentangguan and Li Jing, who had already been angry with Nezha.

A corner where Nezha had just been woken up was poured cold water from his head.

Looking at Chen Tangguan, who had become hell because of himself, the fire in Nezha's heart was extinguished little by little.

He will pay for the sins he has done! There is no need to implicate his parents!!

Since you said that everything I have is given by you, then I will give you all back today!

Cut with a knife, cut with a knife.

The raging rain ran down the cold knife and into the body, which was gradually losing its heat.

In the blur of flesh and blood, Nezha glanced at Li Jing, who was looking at him coldly, and then smiled with relief.

This time, what he owes him can be regarded as repaid-

It's just a pity that he didn't have time to explain to his mother that he didn't mean to push Erniang.

The beads placed on his chest had already fallen into the rolling torrent, and when he took one last look at the scene of the coming of the end times, the blood-stained little body fell down with a bang.

He woke up again and found that he was not dead, but everything that had gone had left him blank.

There is a curling incense burning here, and everything is very unfamiliar.

He couldn't move, so he could only watch a simple woman wipe her tears all day long and nag at the air.

He couldn't hear the words clearly, but he remembered the words he read the most.

The woman repeatedly recited a person's name: Nezha - Nezha - Nezha -

The memory revived little by little, and it was only now that Nezha knew that the name that had been being read was himself. That simple and sad woman is his mother.

He didn't die, and the incense temple built by Yin Shi Niang, who was driven back, was enshrined.

It is not his body that is alive now, but his soul, which he has been raised.

I don't know how the rumors leaked.

Li Jing angrily smashed the incense temple, and also smashed Nezha's hope for resurrection and Shi Niang's long-running efforts.

"Rebel, don't you still think it's enough for my Li family!"

As always, his disgusted eyes swept over the mess that had been destroyed by himself, and then the artillery fire was aimed at Yin Shi Niang, who was sad and anxious.

"Shi Niang, if you continue to summon the soul of this evil son, don't blame me Li Jing for ignoring the love for many years, hum!"

The conjuring was halfway through, and Nezha's resurrection was hopeless.

Yin Shi Niang's hard work during this period of time was all paid.

"You give me a divorce—"

Yin Shi Niang's heart is like ashes.

"Shi Niang, you!" Li Jing was choked and speechless, and after being stunned for a while, Fang Lian said three good words.

The soul that was not fully condensed dissipated after a while.

Since then, there has been no Nezha between heaven and earth.

"Do you want to see your mother?"

I asked Nezha.

Nezha, who abandoned his surname, has no memory, only the feeling of the moment when he finally died is particularly clear.

The icy rainstorm, the knife that flashed with cold light, and the temperature that the body gradually lost.

It's cold-it's cold-it's cold.

It's so cold.

"I'm so cold, do you have a fire?"

The lonely soul, who has no named source, asks the people he meets.

But many people couldn't see him.

He wandered like this for more than 3,000 years.

Until now, when I wake up, I remember all the past.

"Nezha—"

He seemed to hear someone calling him, the voice was familiar, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but want to cry.

The little child suddenly stood up.

"Nezha—"

Another call.

He looked ahead, his eyes wide in disbelief. The slowly revealing outline made his eyes moist.

After so many years, the salutation was on the tip of the tongue, and it took a few difficult attempts to succeed.

"Mother-"

Time is staggered, just like many years ago, in the courtyard of the Li Mansion, his mother washed his face, but accidentally got the water into his eyes, and he turned into tears in pain, and shouted angrily and angrily: "Mother-"

The only difference is that this time, this ordinary word revealed the weight of a thousand catties, pressing on the tip of his tongue, making it difficult for him to speak.

Warm tears trickled down his face.

The mother standing under the tree became extremely distant and very close, like the moon in the water, empty and ethereal.

Nezha felt that he couldn't lift his feet, he was afraid that when he got closer, he would find that it was just an empty dream for himself.

Hesitantly, he reached out his hand, wanting to touch the familiar body that was getting closer and closer.

Yin Siniang took Nezha's hand and reproached lovingly: "You, you're so old, how did you learn to cry your nose~"

Nezha didn't hold back and whimpered.

"Boss, why are you falling asleep on your stomach again!"

Xiaobai looked at me dissatisfied.

"What's wrong?" I yawned lazily and stretched my sore neck from curling.

"How do you do the boss? Although there is no business, I can't help but pay attention to the situation inside and outside the store......"

Xiaobai counted the landing.

"To the point—" I collapsed lazily and yawned again.

"Half of the elm tree in front of the door fell last night!" Xiaobai reported.

"Oh-" I replied nonchalantly, ready to continue squinting in my chair for a moment.

"Oh!?Boss, why are you so reacting?The tree is down!!"

Xiaobai emphasized excitedly.

"Huh, if you pour it, you will fall!"

"What? If it falls, it falls? Boss, do you know that a large part of the courtyard wall has been smashed!"

"You know—"

"If you know, you know, what?" Xiao Bai suddenly stopped counting, stopped and asked me suspiciously: "Boss, do you know that the yard has collapsed and the trees have fallen??"

"You know—"

"How do you know? Haven't you been sleeping?"

Xiaobai was puzzled.

"Because I accidentally got it—"

After being stunned for a while, Xiaobai burst out and shouted: "What?!"