Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 98 Nezha and the Monk

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Nezha and the Monk

"There are few things in the world that can be absolutely certain. I’m just speculating, but we must try to know for sure."

"This means risking our lives."

Nezha chuckled twice. The two took turns placing their pieces, and soon the board was one-quarter covered.

"Master Li, you’ve lost again."

"Really? I don’t see it. My stones here and here still have edges, and there are so many empty spaces left. How can you be sure I’ve lost again?"

Wu Xiang smiled silently. He had played chess for many years, and there were not many in the world who could beat him. Just by watching the game unfold, he knew Nezha was lacking the means to reverse the situation.

Nezha, however, was not convinced. He placed another piece and said, "Earlier, you said there are few things in the world that can be absolutely certain. So how can you be sure you’ll win this game?"

Wu Xiang was momentarily stunned, then lowered his head and continued playing chess with Nezha.

Finally, until there were no more live stones on Nezha’s side, the game was over.

Nezha sighed, "You really won."

Wu Xiang Monk bowed his head and said, "I have gained much."

"According to the position on the chessboard, we calculated it should be near Lingquan Town, and the deviation shouldn’t be too far. Monk, do you really want to leave now?"

Wu Xiang nodded and said, "I just cast a Water Style spell to explore this small world and indeed found it to be a Cave Heaven Blessed Land. It is eighty-one li long and wide. Besides this grass hut, two acres of Medicine Field, a few water bird nests, and some fish and shrimp in the lake, I basically found no other living creatures. This trip also gives an account to my sect."

Hearing this, Nezha rubbed his hands and said, "Monk, what about the Medicine Field?"

Wu Xiang smiled, "I noticed in the Medicine Field, there’s a Golden Arhat Fruit that’s 60,000 years old, which is fated with our Buddhist sect. If you give it to me, I will keep this matter a secret after I leave."

Nezha was surprised and said, "Quite unexpected. I thought you would say something like ’monks do not tell lies’ and report it back to your sect."

Wu Xiang said, "You’re a disciple of Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave, considered a Chan Sect adherent, and Gu Jianqing of the West Sea Purple Dragon Island is a disciple of Jie Sect, which makes you both technically monks. Have you ever heard of this phrase ’monks do not tell lies’? I am a monk, not a fool. I will naturally take what belongs to me. However, the Ten Thousand-years Spiritual Medicine is indeed a harvest, but knowing a friend like you is far more joyful than obtaining this medicine."

Upon hearing this, Nezha slapped the table and said, "Monk, with your words, forget about that one Arhat Fruit, feel free to pick whatever you want in the field later."

Wu Xiang Monk shook his head and smiled, "Taking too much at once will only grow greed in my heart. Nezha, I believe there’s bound to be another opportunity for us to meet again in the future. If I need anything, I’ll come to ask you then."

Nezha also nodded. It’s a pleasure to meet such a good friend after more than half a month on the road.

In his happiness, he said, "Monk, I have one more favor to ask."

Wu Xiang Monk raised a brow, full of smiles, and said, "It’s about Miss Deng."

Nezha nodded lightly and said solemnly, "She is Deng Chanyu, the daughter of General Deng Jiugong of Sanshan Pass. It’s due to me that she suffered from this undeserved disaster. I wish to ask you, Master, to take Deng Chanyu with you and escort her safely back home once you leave."

Wu Xiang Monk was silent for a moment and then replied slowly, "Once I leave, all sects are bound to focus their attention on you, believing that you have obtained the Iron Emperor’s legacy. You are worried that her following you could be dangerous, so you want me to escort her home?"

Nezha laughed, "That’s not entirely incorrect. If the Iron Emperor’s legacy includes this small world and those two acres of Medicine Field filled with countless treasure medicines, which you’re not competing with me for, then in the end, the Iron Emperor’s legacy indeed falls into my hands."

Wu Xiang Monk said, "So you plan to hide and cultivate in this small world? I see there’s an abundance of treasure medicines here. It should be enough to form a Golden Core of quite a good grade. However, regardless of whether you form a Core or not, being pursued by the sects makes little difference to those world-class beings."

Nezha shook his head and laughed, "The Quasi-Saint Small World and these two acres of Medicine Field are indeed invaluable. But if they make me bind myself in a cocoon, they would indeed be worthless. I do plan to form a Golden Core as soon as possible, but I’m lacking a good material to forge the Core’s embryo, so I won’t stay here for long."

"You’re going to Zhaoge?"

"Monk, are you a worm in my stomach?"

"Haha, everyone knows that King Wu Cheng Huang Feihu in Zhaoge possesses a piece of Outer Heaven Fallen Star containing the Star River Divine Sand. It is the best auxiliary material for both casting Divine Weapons and creating Golden Core embryos." The monk glanced at Nezha, smiled, and said, "Having gained so many treasures, yet still wanting the Star River Divine Sand before starting to forge your Golden Core shows your ambitions are not small."

Nezha smiled without saying a word and, seeing the fishing rod beside him tense up, quickly stood up and grabbed the bamboo pole. Without playing with the fish, he felt the slight tremor from the fishing rod in his hand. The corner of his mouth curled up in a smile. With a flick of his wrist, a huge grass carp weighing more than a dozen pounds landed on the grass lawn, bouncing up and down, filled with vitality.

"We’ll have fish soup tonight."

At this moment, the monk walked over again, picked up the grass carp on the ground, carefully removed the iron hook from its mouth, and shook his head with a sigh.

"Buddha is compassionate."

Wu Xiang, unable to witness its death, released the fish back into the lake.

Nezha sighed, "You’re almost like a Holy Mother with all this compassion. Now that you’ve released it, when you’re gone, I still plan to catch another. Are you going to blame yourself for causing another fish’s death?"

Wu Xiang Monk didn’t reply to Nezha’s remark, only asked, "What is a Holy Mother?"

Nezha said, "Something that does nothing but cause harm to both others and themselves from misplaced compassion."

"I have learned."

Wu Xiang Monk said, "Since you don’t want me to blame myself, why don’t you just not catch it?"

Nezha reluctantly said, "Master, I’m not a monk. I don’t abstain from meat. I need to eat meat. If you don’t let me eat fish today, I’ll go into the mountains to raid bird nests and hunt wild boars tomorrow. I’m human, a part of the food chain. The food chain was running perfectly fine. Suddenly, you take me out of it and tell me that from today, I can only eat grass, not meat. That would cause real problems."

"What is a food chain?"

During the two days and nights while Deng Chanyu was unconscious, Wu Xiang had talked at length with Nezha and discovered that, the longer he spoke with this child, the more peculiar words would emerge from his mouth. Yet, after a brief explanation, these words were surprisingly admirable.

"It’s nothing more than big fish eat little fish, little fish eat shrimp. Everything in this world is interconnected, and any break in this cycle could lead to ecosystem collapse."

Nezha spoke in a frightening manner. Wu Xiang Monk listened thoughtfully, his expression turning solemn as he continued to ask, "Ecosystem, a good term. You mean, an originally stable ecosystem, once subjected to human interference, no matter how slight, might suffer irreparable damage?"

"Exactly."

"Then I must prevent you. As you mentioned, the ecosystem of this small world has been functioning smoothly for millennia before we came. If your temporary craving destroys the balance of this ecosystem, by then, it would be too late to regret."

Seeing the smile on Wu Xiang Monk’s face, Nezha realized he had been tricked again.

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