"There are many obstacles on the path of spiritual practice. Many times, we cannot go straight."
"You can take a detour, you can use the same road, or you can go on a separate road. There are thousands of ways to go, but you can all go forward."
"The same should be said for the way of swordsmanship."
Nezha pointed to the crack in the sword path and said, "Your sword path is like iron. It is easy to break if it is too strong. I just broke it with a light kick."
"So your way is narrow."
"When traveling on the great road, if you don't know how to adapt and just press forward, you will be ruined and die sooner or later."
Wei Mingguang turned his head, looked at Li Xiang doubtfully, and then at Nezha.
Li Xiang said to Nezha, "Keep talking."
Nezha nodded obediently, took out the fire-pointed spear from the sea of consciousness, and threw it casually. The fire-pointed spear fell into the crack of the sword.
"With your strength, you cannot break through my fire-pointed spear."
"If you want to go forward, you can only go around from both sides."
Nezha looked at Wei Mingguang encouragingly, "Try treating the sword as water flow."
Wei Mingguang pondered for a moment, his mind attached to the sword.
The sword path suddenly became fluid. At first it was a little sticky and not smooth, but gradually, like water, even the fire-tipped spear was wrapped in it.
Wei Mingguang's eyes lit up, "There is no obstacle at all? Moreover, the cracks in the sword path healed automatically!"
Nezha took back the spear and said proudly, "I didn't lie to you."
Wei Mingguang walked forward on the sword path, bowed to Nezha, and said sincerely: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Nezha, for your guidance."
Nezha waved his hand, "Uncle Master asked me to say it. If you want to thank me, you should also thank me, Uncle Master."
Wei Mingguang's expression was complicated, and he turned around and bowed to Li Xiang again.
Li Xiang waved his hand, thought for a moment, and said: "I want to rebuild the heaven and return many priests and immortals to their places. If you please, Mingguang War God, go out and let the other War Gods leave first and go to Kyushu to take charge of the overall situation."
Wei Mingguang was horrified, but he didn't ask any more questions. After saying goodbye, he turned around and walked out of Lingxiao Palace.
After all the war gods of the country have left.
Li Xiang releases the power of luck he just obtained.
The majestic power of luck surged out and turned into one hundred and eight golden beams of luck, which fell towards the thirty-six heavenly palaces and the ruins of the seventy-two treasure palaces.
Under the blessing of the golden light of luck, countless fallen jade pillars were re-erected, countless bricks and stones flew back to the broken walls in sequence, and countless bridges were re-opened.
Rumble.
The entire heavenly world echoed with thunderous noises.
The process of rebuilding the heaven lasted for one day and one night.
Li Xiang almost released all the power of heavenly destiny in his body, and finally rebuilt the thirty-six heavenly palaces and the seventy-two treasure palaces.
He took Nezha with him and flew into the air. Looking around, he saw that the heaven was no longer a gray ruin, but instead had thousands of golden lights rolling red, and thousands of auspicious streaks spraying purple mist.
The magnificent celestial palaces, some standing in the clouds, or suspended in mid-air, are illuminated by the rays of the sun and immediately bloom with dazzling light, making them look extremely majestic.
The heaven was restored to its original state, and the magnificent scene was before our eyes.
Nezha looked at this scene, memories of the past came to his mind, and he had mixed feelings.
Li Xiang rubbed his head and said, "When I summon the immortals who have been sealed by the imperial edict, this matter will come to an end."
But at this moment, the space above the Lingxiao Palace suddenly distorted, and a river appeared across the entire sky.
Li Xiang's pupils shrank, "The passage of time?!"
…
Kyushu, beyond the northern border, is the demon territory.
"Commander, everything is ready. Just waiting for your order, the army can set off."
At the temporary command post, a general of the Zhenbei Army hurried in to report.
Emperor Shitian poured a glass of wine and said, "No hurry, have a drink first."
The general picked up the wine glass flattered, drank it all in one gulp, and wiped his mouth, "It's really good wine."
Emperor Shitian asked, "What happened to those demon kings?"
The general chuckled and said, "To be honest, after you went up there, the immortals, priests, and the underworld gods all went to capture the demon king."
"Commander, you haven't seen that the demon kings who were so cruel in the past are running away like rats."
Emperor Shakten asked, "They didn't resist?"
"Of course there was resistance, but after the three demon kings were beaten to death by dozens of immortals and Yin gods, the remaining demon kings were frightened."
"Those demon kings were killed a few more during their escape."
"The remaining nine were all captured and now they are as well-behaved as their grandchildren."
Emperor Shitian smiled and asked, "Where did those immortals go?"
The general said, "Originally, they were still escorting the demon king, but after you came back, they seemed to have received some order and left in unison, saying they were going back to say goodbye."
Emperor Shitian thought of Wei Mingguang's previous words and had mixed emotions, "Man and God have different paths, and in today's world, is this no exception?"
The door was pushed open again.
Another general hurried over, "Commander, General Qingqiu, uh, Emperor Ziwei, the priest of heaven, wants to see you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind passed by, and Qingqiu was already standing in front of Emperor Shitian.
The remaining two generals retreated voluntarily.
Emperor Shitian and Qingqiu looked at each other.
There was a long silence.
"Are you going up?" Di Shitian said.
Qingqiu nodded, with no expression on his face. In other words, after being conferred the title of Heavenly Priest, the humanity in his body was suppressed, so naturally he didn't have much emotion.
"Have a few drinks and think of me as seeing you off." Emperor Shakti poured two glasses of wine and handed one over.
Qingqiu took the wine expressionlessly and downed it in one gulp.
Emperor Shitian praised him again, "I originally planned for you to take over the Zhenbei Army, but I didn't expect that you would go to heaven to become a priest."
Qingqiu moved slightly.
Emperor Shitian took a sip of wine and said, "Do you still remember the day you first came to Zhenbei Army? At that time, your father died in the hands of a demon king. After you buried him, you took his sword and came
Zhenbei Army Registration Office."
"I remember you were only thirteen years old at that time, right?"
Shared memories emerge with words.
On this day, the commander of the Zhenbei Army, who was never drunk, got drunk.
Talked a lot.
The returning ancestors and generals who were guarding outside watched Qingqiu turn into a purple light and fly towards the sky.
…
Kyoto City, Kyoto University.
The Northern Expedition has ended, and students who participated in the war are returning one after another.
Some people are dead and some people are still alive.
However, the campus has finally returned to its former liveliness.
Classes are taking place in a lecture theater on the first floor.
The young lecturer patted the desk, pointed at the boys looking around in the third row, and said, "Zhao Qiang, this class is very important. Listen carefully and don't slack off."
The student named Zhao Qiang turned around, feeling on pins and needles, "But teacher, I am going to be reincarnated today, and all the bad guys are coming to find me."
The students in the classroom all turned and looked outside.
I saw two pale-faced yinzai standing at the back door of the classroom, one wearing white clothes and the other wearing black clothes.
"Is it black and white and impermanent?"
"The breath is too weak, it can't be black and white, it's just an ordinary aberration."
"It's a copycat."
"The impermanent dress of black and white seems to have become popular in the underworld. My uncle passed away yesterday, and his soul was also taken away by two evil things, one black and one white."
The students whispered.
The young teacher's eyes widened, "Isn't it just reincarnation? What are you busy with? Isn't it the same whether it's early or late?!"
He pointed at the two undercover men guarding the door, "And you two, close the door for me and delay my class. Believe it or not, I will go to the underworld to complain against you?"
The two villains quickly nodded and apologized, closed the door, and squatted in the corridor to smoke out of boredom.
The white-clothed Yinzai complained: "This job is not easy to do. It's better to join the army. Although the control is strict, it doesn't cause trouble. I don't know what Judge Cui thinks. He actually set up a petition department. It's a man or a ghost.
Come and pinch us."
The black-clothed Yin Chao consoled him, "Just get used to it."
The man in white clothes asked, "What did Brother Liu do before he died?"
The man in black puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "Receptionist for petitions."
