Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 244 Muzha

Chapter 244: Chapter 244 Muzha

Jiang Ziya is hindered by Shen Gongbao, and I have offended Master Taiyi.

Nezha couldn’t help but think that if his cold-hearted master uncle found out about this, he would probably cry and ask Nezha to leave, just like when he begged him to help before.

"Fine then."

Nezha didn’t mind the possible outcome.

Just as Jinzha had said, the so-called Divine Enthronement was a murky affair.

He planned to tell Jiang Ziya the truth when he returned, leaving Jiang Ziya to decide what to do.

Before that, he intended to visit Jiugong Mountain once more.

Not for any other reason, but for his mother, Lady Yin.

He wanted to see what kind of people his mother’s two cherished sons, his two brothers, actually were.

"With Yuanshi Tianzun’s level, there’s no way he wouldn’t know that his disciples are blatantly switching to study Buddhist law. Since he knows and does not stop it, he tacitly agrees. But why?"

Nezha was puzzled because Wen Shu was not Jiang Ziya; he was Yuanshi Tianzun’s favored disciple, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

With such a prestigious master, why would he need to change schools?

Muzha.

Nezha’s second brother, who apprenticed under Jiugong Mountain White Crane Cave Pu Xian Perfected.

Pu Xian Perfected.

One of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, later known as the Universal Virtue Bodhisattva in Buddhism.

"Another one practicing Buddhism, huh."

Nezha sighed, arriving at Jiugong Mountain before long.

He touched down onto the Wind Fire Wheel, the high-altitude airstreams pulling the Chaos Sky Silk into a scarlet banner.

In front of him, nine mysterious peaks jutted up like an inverted Big Dipper, their ridges rugged like dragon bones, while the main peak rounded at the top like a pill furnace.

"These great cultivators sure know how to pick locations."

Nezha parted the clouds, landing among the vegetation. Whether Pu Xian or Wen Shu, their mountain gates spanned hundreds or even thousands of miles.

The Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi gathered in this Cave Heaven Blessed Land, concealing countless mysteries.

Having such a vast domain meant one thing:

They could not possibly be poor; they were quite wealthy. The cultivators on the mountain had to live, naturally requiring countless people to support them.

Nezha looked up:

On the easternmost peak, seven crooked pine trees grew, their crowns forming the shape of a gluttonous wolf swallowing the moon; on the northwestern peak, the snow had not melted and yet red lava seeped out, water and fire interweaving in the void to form an Innate Tai Chi Diagram.

As he walked forward, the stream at the mountain’s foot meandered into eighteen sharp angles, each turning point standing a three-zhang high bronze divination stele.

The steles had been weathered by thousands of years of wind and rain, erasing all but a few characters "Zhen," "Gen," and "Dui," yet the aura remained, stabilizing the earth veins for miles around.

Nezha had not walked far when he encountered people.

Before the mountain path, there was an ancient altar, who knows how many years it had stood.

The ground’s green jade plates had cracked into three pieces, and silver moss grew in the fissures.

It was no mere coincidence; each crack’s direction corresponded precisely to the "Injury," "Alarm," and "Death" doors of the Postnatal Eight Trigram.

Nine Taoists in green were practicing swordsmanship on the shattered jade plates, their sword tips lifting not cold glimmers but mountain dewdrops.

The dew was lifted to the sky by the sword tips and then suddenly fell.

Nine dewdrops, each reflecting Nezha from different angles.

The swordplay shifted.

Nine Qinggang Swords simultaneously stabbed at the same point in the void. When their tips collided, there was no metallic clang, only a crisp resonance as they scattered, blossoming like a green lotus.

Killing intent exploded in an instant — this was the Nine Palace Green Lotus Sword Formation.

The nine retracted their swords into their sheaths, standing with their swords behind them. One stepped out from among them and saluted Nezha.

This young Taoist maintained a faint smile, saying, "Are you Nezha, my friend?"

Unlike Jinzha’s frivolity, this Taoist appeared serene, with a complexion as white as new snow and a few hints of warmth in his expression.

Though his robes were dust-stained, he exuded a remarkably clean and comfortable aura, even his manner of saluting was as natural as a pine nut falling from a branch.

His cultivation was at the Golden Immortal Realm, but much more solid than Jinzha’s, only slightly inferior to the sword-wielding Taoist Nezha once met on Five Dragon Mountain’s path.

"I am Nezha. And you are?"

"Third Brother, I am your second brother Muzha. Master has instructed me to wait for you here for three years."

At these words, Nezha was shaken, murmuring, "Second... Second Brother?"

The others behind Muzha gradually dispersed. Muzha smiled, saying, "It’s our first meeting, Third Brother. You are quite polite."

Nezha shook his head and said, "I just went to see Eldest Brother and gave him a beating."

"Hahaha..." Muzha laughed heartily. "No wonder. Don’t worry, I also beat him up the last time I went to Five Dragon Mountain."

At this, Nezha’s heart began to relax. It seemed Muzha was indeed different from Jinzha.

He asked, "Did you say earlier that you’ve been waiting here for me for three years on Master’s orders?"

"Though it’s true, it’s not as dreadful as it sounds. I just practice swordsmanship here every morning and evening. Last time I went to Five Dragon Mountain, I beat up Eldest Brother, but on my way down, a sword-wielding Taoist taught me a lesson. Since then, I’ve been diligently practicing swordsmanship. Next time we meet, I plan to settle the score with him."

After finishing, Muzha looked into Nezha’s eyes, his obsidian-like eyes brimming with gentle laughter: "What brings you to see me this time?"

Nezha shook his head, saying, "I came with a matter, but now it’s nothing. Seeing you cultivating peacefully here, my mind is now at ease."

Muzha said, "You must have had a difficulty if you came to see me. Since you don’t wish to speak, I won’t press you. I heard you’ve married; as your second brother, I couldn’t attend. Being preoccupied with cultivation, I also rely on you to show filial piety to our mother. Thank you, Third Brother."

Having said that, Muzha bowed again.

Nezha accepted this bow. Then Muzha took out a green porcelain bottle from his pouch and placed it in Nezha’s hands.

"What’s this?"

"This is a Life-extending Pill. For mother and sister-in-law, one pill extends life by fifty years."

Hearing this, Nezha carefully stored it away, saying, "How long will you be cultivating here, Second Brother?"

Muzha sighed, saying, "Sigh, Master switched to Buddha cultivation for unknown reasons. When I first came here, he told me I would become a great general under Jiang Ziya and that I must diligently cultivate to slay Li Xingba of Nine Dragon Island during the Divine Enthronement War.

But recently, I heard that the Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island died in battle, and I became curious. When I asked Master, he forbade me from leaving the mountain."

Nezha laughed, saying, "Second Brother, don’t be puzzled. Perhaps my Master Taiyi spoke with him."

"Understood, you have a poor relationship with Master Taiyi." Muzha nodded, saying, "In my youth, I also sought the Way from Master Taiyi for several months; I benefited greatly and can’t avenge you, Third Brother. I apologize sincerely."

"Second Brother said I was polite, but you’re much more so. I’m an adult now; I can handle my affairs without troubling you to worry."

Muzha nodded slightly, gently asking, "Third Brother, I’ve heard you’re an Outer Heaven Demon?"

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