Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Tiemenguan towers into the clouds, and its majestic appearance is breathtaking. The majestic mountain is like a giant pillar that stands tall between heaven and earth, exuding endless majesty and solemnity. The mountain is steep and precipitous, like an extremely sharp sword, with a resolute momentum, trying to pierce the sky and penetrate directly into the vast and boundless depths of the clouds.

Li Jing stood tall and straight, like a pine tree that had gone through the baptism of time and weathered the frost, standing firmly on the Iron Gate Pass. His figure was firm, as if he had merged with the mountains. His eyes were deep and solemn, like a bottomless pool, the water was deep and quiet, making it difficult for people to peek into the mystery. At this moment, he stared at Nezha in front of him, and the helplessness and regret revealed in his eyes were like the biting cold wind in late autumn, cold and sharp, making people feel cold, as if even the soul would be frozen by this coldness. He slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice low and hoarse, that voice seemed to come from the distant sky, with endless vicissitudes and fatigue, like an ancient bell echoing in the valley: "Look at the wounds on your body, those scars are like hideous and terrifying centipedes, crisscrossing, shocking, and heartbreaking. If you could listen to me and not act so impulsively and recklessly, how could you suffer so much pain and put yourself in such a difficult and difficult predicament."

Hearing these words, Nezha's irritability was like a volcano about to erupt, and it burst out violently in an instant. His face became as gloomy as ink, as if water could drip out of it. His gloomy face was like the sky before a storm, depressing and heavy. He covered his ears hard, as if he wanted to completely isolate the words that annoyed him from his world. His voice was full of anger and dissatisfaction, and he shouted hysterically like a storm: "You talked a lot there, but in the end you couldn't even come up with a practical solution. Don't you think what you said is ridiculous, father!"

Li Jing's eyes suddenly glared, and a trace of majesty flashed in his eyes like lightning. That majesty was like a heavy mountain, pressing people to the point of almost suffocating. He shouted sternly: "Of course I have considered it more carefully than you, and I have been racking my brains to think about how to reverse the situation that you have messed up. Everything I do is for the sake of the overall situation, so that things can be properly resolved. How can you understand my painstaking efforts!"

Hearing this, Nezha immediately shut his mouth and stared at the old man in front of him without blinking. There seemed to be a hint of teasing in his eyes, and there was a hint of provocation in that light, as if to say, "Father, I will just watch you quietly and see how you solve this matter."

Li Jing sneered and turned to look at the three people following him.

Each of these three people has their own characteristics and is eye-catching. Among them, one of them is wearing a white robe that flutters in the wind, just like the white clouds floating in the sky, giving people a sense of transcendence. He holds a three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand, and the spear body flashes with cold light. The cold light is like stars, dazzling and exuding waves of frightening majesty. Beside him, there follows a majestic black dog. The black dog's eyes are sharp, like a sword unsheathed, radiating cold light and revealing a fierce breath. The black dog's hair is black and shiny, as smooth as silk, and sways slightly with its movements, like black waves, adding a bit of majesty. This person is Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

There is another one wearing a cassock, which shines with soft Buddha light, like the morning sun shining on the calm lake, sparkling and solemn. He has a kind face, and his eyes are full of endless wisdom and compassion. His wisdom is like the deep ocean, embracing everything; his compassion is like the warm spring breeze, soothing people's hearts. Every expression of his is full of peace and tranquility, as if he can see through all the good and evil, beauty and ugliness in the world. He is the Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong.

The other one was a man with a bear's head. He was tall and muscular, as strong as a moving hill. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, full of strength, as if he could easily break steel. His chest was broad and thick, as if he could bear any heavy objects, giving people an incomparably solid sense of security. He was the Black Bear Demon.

Erlang Shen looked up at Li Jing, his eyes were solemn, like a dark cloud pressing down on his head, gloomy and depressing. His voice was low and serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Li, it seems that our opponent today is quite difficult. In this situation, I am afraid we need to go all out to deal with it."

Li Jing quickly responded: "I think the opponent may not be as strong as I imagined. Although this matter is quite complicated, we don't have to worry too much. Anyway, let's go over and test it out to see what the opponent is capable of."

Sun Wukong raised a playful smile, which was full of confidence and uninhibitedness, as if nothing in the world could stop him. His eyes were shining with excitement, like the bright stars in the night sky, dazzling and charming. He said, "Haha, I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time. Today is a good opportunity to stretch my body and let those guys know how powerful I am. Back then, I made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace. I was so majestic. What can this small challenge do to me today!"

The black bear frowned and scratched his furry head vigorously, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. At this moment, he was carefully thinking about how the merciful Bodhisattva would reward him if he returned to the Purple Bamboo Forest after completing this mission. All kinds of beautiful scenes emerged in his mind involuntarily.

He imagined that the Bodhisattva might promote him to a higher position. By then, his position among the monsters would be even higher, and his prestige would increase greatly. In his imagination, he would become the object of respect of the monsters, and every monster would bow respectfully when they saw him. The sense of honor of being respected by everyone was like warm sunshine, filling his heart with infinite expectations.

Or maybe the Bodhisattva would generously give him an invaluable treasure. That treasure might contain a powerful and mysterious power that could help him take a step further on his path of cultivation and take his strength to a higher level. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of expectation that was difficult to conceal, mixed with a bit of uncontrollable excitement. He seemed to have seen the glory and satisfaction he would have after receiving the reward. That glory was like the bright starlight, illuminating his future; that satisfaction was like sweet spring water, nourishing his soul.

The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously, revealing a simple smile. That smile was a bit naive and yearning, as if he had completely immersed himself in that beautiful fantasy and couldn't extricate himself. His body also trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he couldn't calm down because of the excitement in his heart.