Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 143 Lu Platform

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Lu Platform

Nezha is a very reasonable person.

Ji Chang and his son are innocent; naturally, they shouldn’t suffer such cruel punishment. This is a principle Nezha acknowledged, so he helped the father up from the ground.

Once again, Ji Chang met Nezha’s pitch-black, Kua Fu-like eyes, making his heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Marquis, since you can see far, you must know that saving Bo Yikao is a very difficult task."

Ji Chang nodded and said, "Heaven is intangible yet holds great power. Acting against the heavens is, of course, inadvisable. If you don’t agree, I can’t and shouldn’t blame you."

"No, I agree to this matter, but I also ask the Marquis to agree to one thing for me."

"Feel free to speak."

"I might be able to save Bo Yikao, but he will forever disappear from this world. Can you accept that?"

Ji Chang frowned, but being a man of great wisdom, he quickly thought of something, his brows relaxed, and he smiled, "It seems you also have a way to conceal the secrets of the heavens."

Nezha thought to himself, I’m not so sure, but seeing those seventy-odd palace maids living well in the small world without suddenly being struck by lightning, it’s worth a try.

"After you leave Zhaoge, how should these women be arranged?"

"They’ll go home, of course. They can’t possibly follow me."

"Wow, what a scoundrel!"

"What?" Ji Chang didn’t know what ’scoundrel’ meant; he just said naturally, "I know I’m very charming, but I have too many wives. Just remembering their names is troublesome, and the people of Zhaoge are very attached to their hometowns. Instead of following me back to Xiqi, they’d rather stay at home."

"Do they know?"

"Of course they know. I told them from the start, and they got paid, so there’s nothing to be dissatisfied with."

"Money can indeed move mountains."

"What?"

"Nothing, just complimenting you on your continued charm in old age."

So that’s it, Nezha thought. Marquis, perhaps it’s not your charm but the allure of money that is great.

Having lived in Zhaoge for a long time, Nezha also noticed that the men and women of Zhaoge City were indeed quite open-minded.

When Nezha met Lv Zhu’er again, the little girl had so many snacks in her hands that she almost couldn’t hold them, her small mouth stuffed and puffed like a squirrel’s.

Nezha laughed and said, "Just yesterday, you said you wanted to grow up to have a good figure like Sister Qiu, but if you keep eating like this every day, you might become a big fatty."

"Being like Sister Cuiyu wouldn’t be bad either."

Hearing this, Nezha couldn’t stop laughing. He thought to himself, Cui Yu isn’t fat; the word ’plump’ would be the most appropriate description.

...

After a spring rain, Zhaoge’s winter quietly passed by.

On this day, Jiang Ziya took a day off.

Early morning.

The two of them and a dog squatted on the threshold having breakfast.

Dahei eyed the dog’s bowl, while Nezha and Jiang Ziya each held a bowl of fragrant scallion fried egg noodles.

This was the most ordinary morning in their lives in Zhaoge. Without speaking, they watched the busy street scene in front of them, smacking their lips as they ate.

Suddenly, the half-eaten egg in Jiang Ziya’s hand fell to the ground. Dahei, with quick eyes and mouth, bit it up and swallowed it in a few gulps.

"Why so anxious? It’s on the ground, and Shishu won’t compete with you."

Usually, after Nezha said this, Jiang Ziya, never willing to verbally back down, would definitely retort.

But today, he remained silent, felt something in his heart, and decided to cast a divination.

Nezha saw his face turn ashen after the divination, and asked, "What’s wrong, Shishu?"

"Today is not a good day; it brings harm with no benefit, bad and not good."

"Then what should we do?"

"What else can be done? There’s an appointment at the Prime Minister’s place, can’t just not go."

As the saying goes, soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, Nezha roughly guessed what it was about. No matter what, it seemed Ziya’s tenure in Zhaoge was coming to an end.

"I hope nothing happens to Bi Gan."

Even though Nezha had burned Xuanyuan Tomb, logically, there was no reason for Bi Gan to offend Daji again. However, the so-called fate was truly incomprehensible.

But as the saying goes, one should worry about today, not grieve for tomorrow. Who can tell what the future holds?

"I’m really worried right now, not knowing what might happen today, and here you are, looking so unconcerned."

Seeing Nezha relaxed, seemingly without worry, Jiang Ziya was annoyed and clenched his withered fist, wanting to punch.

But on second thought, given Nezha’s ironclad body, the punch would only hurt himself, so he grudgingly withdrew his hand, biting his teeth in frustration.

"Shishu, I think your position is done for."

"Nonsense! Don’t jinx it."

In no time, Nezha accompanied Jiang Ziya to Bi Gan’s Mansion. Today, they wouldn’t drink wine, but discussed national affairs, talking about the future direction of Chengtang.

Put simply, it was two old men bragging together.

The difference was that, with Bi Gan’s power, to some extent he could turn the things he said and believed into reality.

But not long after they’d begun, an imperial edict arrived from the palace.

Bi Gan hurriedly stepped forward to receive it, but the Palace Attendant delivering the edict said it was for Doctor Jiang Shang.

Jiang Ziya’s heart skipped a beat; he could only accept the edict and thank for the honor, saying to the envoy that he would follow shortly.

Seeing Jiang Ziya’s face was not good, Bi Gan reassured him, "Brother Ziya, there’s no need to worry. You’re not an official censure officer and haven’t seen the Emperor in some time. This visit to the palace shouldn’t be a bad thing."

Nevertheless, being a cultivator, Ziya was a firm believer in fate.

He knew today was not a good day. Sighing, he bowed to Bi Gan, saying, "Jiang Shang is fortunate to have met the Prime Minister, to call you brother. I have written a note and placed it under the inkstone in your study. If ever the Prime Minister is in a dire situation without explanation, this note might offer a way out, merely my humble way of repaying your help. From today, I don’t know when we can meet again."

Upon hearing this, Nezha’s heart sank as well.

Even though he’d burned Xuanyuan Tomb and killed Hu Ximei, Jiang Ziya still predicted that Bi Gan would face disaster in the future.

Is fate really unchangeable?

He knew that if it really came to that, Jiang Ziya’s note might ultimately not save Bi Gan.

Hearing Jiang Ziya’s words full of parting sense, Bi Gan was moved too, and said, "If Brother Ziya truly faces disaster, perhaps I can accompany you to the palace for an audience with the Emperor, to mediate things a bit."

"Fate is as it is; no need to labor in vain and further complicate matters."

Ziya left the Prime Minister’s Mansion, mounted his horse, and headed for the Wu Gate, directly to Star Pick Building to await the edict.

It turned out that Daji, wanting to avenge the Jade Pipa Spirit, whose true form was exposed by Jiang Ziya, went to great lengths to create a painting on a piece of silk the size of a palace wall.

In the painting was a platform, towering four zhang nine chi high, with majestic pavilions, Jade Pavilion, and walls made of agate, beams and pillars adorned with bright pearls, glowing at night, casting auspicious colors.

"This high platform is called Lu Platform. Your Majesty is supreme among all, as the Emperor, possessing the wealth of the Four Seas. If this platform isn’t built, the grandeur won’t be enough. This platform truly is the Yaochi Jade Palace, with Lanyu and Penglai. If Your Majesty feasts upon it morning and night, there will be Immortals and heavenly maidens descending. By then, Your Majesty will travel with the True Immortals, prolonging your years, with endless blessings and fortune, enjoying forever the wealth of the Human World."

King Zhou hadn’t been drinking today; he was also smart. Upon seeing Daji’s painting, though he liked it in his heart, he knew the project was massive, so he asked who should be in charge of overseeing such a large undertaking.

This very question suited Daji’s intentions.

Daji, beaming with delight, said, "This project requires exquisite talent, exceptional intelligence, deep understanding of yin and yang, and comprehension of causation. According to me, none other than Doctor Jiang Shang can fulfill it."

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