Nezha, catch that monkey

A few years later, the human world is mortal.

Shu Qing, a young urban white-collar worker, was curling up on the sofa with a magazine in his arms, flipping through it with burning eyes.

On the black-based magazine cover, a young man with blond hair and wearing a wine-red suit turned his head slightly, exposing two-thirds of his face. His right hand with a silver-gray bracelet pinched his neck. On his neck was a The looming lotus-shaped ink cyan tattoo.

Shu Qing licked her lower lip, swallowed, reached out to pick up the mobile phone not far away, and dialed the number.

"Hello... what's the matter?" There was a burst of noise on the other end of the phone, as if it was very busy.

"Fu Yun, are you busy now?" Shu Qing carefully placed the magazine on the tea table, and slid her fingers across Xiaosheng's face along the cover of the magazine.

"Well, I'm a little busy. I have something to do at the nearest office. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you, are you free next week? My idol will have an event in City A next week, do you want to accompany me?"

"Let me see...it should be fine."

"Okay..." After Shu Qing finished speaking, she was about to hang up the phone, but she didn't want to glance at a medicine gourd on the coffee table from the corner of her eye.

The gourd was about the size of a can of Coke, and its whole body was emerald green, shining brightly under the light, as if it was very precious.

"That's okay, I'll hang up first."

"Wait..." Shu Qing involuntarily held the medicine gourd in his hand and carefully played with it, and said, "Fu Yun, there is a medicine gourd on that table, it looks like an antique, is it yours?"

"Medicine gourd... no, I don't have that kind of thing..."

"It's not yours... Whose is that?" Shu Qing shook the gourd casually, and the sound of the beads colliding with each other passed through the gourd wall and reached his ears crisply.

"There seems to be something inside, like beads. It can't be a priceless treasure, right?"

"Open it and see if it's over. I'll hang up first." After Fu Yun finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone without any interest.

Shu Qing looked at the apartment she shared with Fu Yun, this apartment where no one else would come in except her and Fu Yun.

She lowered her head and thought for a while, and finally opened the medicine gourd carefully, aiming at the mouth of the gourd, wanting to see what happened.

The inside of the gourd was pitch black, and there was faintly a vermilion light emitting from a round thing.

Shu Qing became interested, barely suppressed the curiosity in her heart, and tipped the gourd halfway.

A colorful oblate candy rolled out of the medicine gourd.

"I'll go!" Shu Qing took one of the things that fell on the palm of his hand and threw it into his mouth, and put the rest on the coffee table and said; I thought it was a baby, really."

However, the taste doesn't seem right, but it's delicious.

She looked at the remaining jelly beans on the coffee table, her brows slowly knit together.

There is no letter M on the jelly beans, and the medicinal gourd is just a gourd without a food safety mark.

"I'll go... this thing is three nothings."

"What are the three nothings? Is it your new mental method?" A cold voice sounded in the room, and Shu Qing shivered in fright.

"You... who are you?"

"Who am I, don't you know?"

"How do I know who you are?!" Shu Qing tremblingly picked up the phone on the coffee table.

"Okay, I get it now."

"You...you know...you know what!" Shu Qing heard her own voice trembling.

"I know..." The voice paused for a moment, then roared in an instant; "Fool, why don't you wake up quickly!"

These words seemed to burst out of his mind, Shu Qing's eyes turned black, and he didn't know anything.

At the same time, on Tongtian Road outside the ninth floor prison.

A man in black clothes is walking towards here from a distance, his steps are firm and his face is serious.

He is Yang Jian, the stern and selfless executor of the rules of heaven in the Sanqing Heaven.

But today, his gaze lacked a bit of the solemnity of the past, and there was even a slight warmth in his eyes.

He was on the unobstructed road to heaven, but he stopped.

A man in a purple shirt was blocking the middle of the road with his arms folded, frowning, and looking at him dissatisfied with narrowed eyes like an eagle.

His brows were sharp, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, giving him a ruffian air.

"Why are you here?" The man in black straightened his back and looked at the person in front of him, with a small arc on his lips inadvertently.

"Bitch, didn't I ask you to fight today?!" the man questioned.

"I haven't forgotten."

"Then why don't you come to me?!"

"I am busy right now."

"What's the matter, bitch, tell me if you're a brother!"

"I'm going to pick up Nezha's third brother first. Also, I'm not your brother."

"Okay, okay, not brothers. Hey...you mean, Nezha is going to be released, so let's go pick him up, brother, and I will practice more in the future!" The man heard the dissatisfaction in his eyes. They dispersed immediately, and jumped behind the man in black with a happy smile, gearing up.

"You look like this, don't spoil my third brother."

"What...you despise me cheaply, you despise me regardless of our brotherhood." The man stared at him with a pair of bright black eyes.

"Who is your brother? Didn't I tell you just now?" The man in the black robe raised his eyebrows and said.

"Cheng Chengcheng, if you're not a brother, you're not a brother, but you can't dislike me even if you're cheap."

"Well, well, what I mean is, just come to me for a fight. If Nezha is still young, you can find him to fight, so don't make him get into trouble and be locked up in the prison." Yang Jian rarely explained patiently to a person.

"Hey, hey, cheap, what you said is wrong. If you are a man, you should be able to fight. If you are a man, you should be full of passion. If you are a man, you should go to the Three Realms. If you are a man, you should..."

"That's why I'll fight with you, that's why I'll fight with you, that's why I'll accompany you! Go, wait outside the Nantian Gate."

"Okay." The man nodded cheerfully, and Jiayun was about to leave.

"and many more……"

"Bitch?"

"There's something I want to ask you."

"Hey, what's the matter, cheap, just say it."

"That..." Yang Jian looked at the heavenly soldiers patrolling around and said, "Forget it, I'll ask you later at Nantianmen."

"Okay, cheap, don't miss me too much~"

Yang Jian turned around and continued walking inside.

The ninth floor of the prison, a dark stone room.

The golden inscriptions engraved in the stone room glowed coldly in the light blue lights around them. They slowly emerged from the stone wall and danced around the round platform in the center of the stone room, like golden chains, tightly locking the round platform. stuff inside.

The door of the stone room opened slowly, and a man in black clothes with golden flowing clouds between his eyes appeared at the door.

Behind the man were four or five Heavenly Prison Divine Soldiers, and the leading one raised his eyebrows slightly in the dark.

Yang Jian waved his hand, and the magic soldiers took a few steps back.

He put the thumb of his right hand into the tiger's mouth of his left hand, put his hands together, flipped it violently and pushed it out against the golden inscription chain.

The inscriptions were scattered, and all the light blue lights around were extinguished, only the round platform was covered with white light.

Yang Jian took a few more steps forward, and pressed the disc of Nine Dragon Wall raised on the stone wall.

The white light gradually faded, and finally became transparent, revealing the person sitting in the center of the round platform.

A little doll with two ball heads.

The corners of Yang Jian's lips were slightly bent in a small arc, and he quietly weighed the purse hanging on his waist with his hand, and glanced around, the magic soldiers immediately stepped forward.

Yang Jian didn't make a sound, and walked towards the round platform.

But the people on the round stage closed their eyes tightly, and they didn't seem to be conscious at all.

"Third Brother, Second Brother picked you up." Yang Jian stood outside the round platform and softly called the people inside.

The people on the round platform lowered their heads and did not respond.

The man in black frowned slightly, looked at the soldiers around him, walked up to the round platform, bent his knees and looked at the little doll on the round platform.

The doll's slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the taupe-colored face, and the hibiscus-colored lips were slightly pursed, like a delicate puppet.

Yang Jian raised his hand slightly, the lights around him were instantly lit up, and the cold stone room was instantly bright as day.

"Erlang Zhenjun, why hasn't the third prince of Nezha come out yet?" A soldier in the lead asked Yang Jian with a smile like watching a good show.

"Nezha has been imprisoned in the sky prison for so long, his legs are numb and his movements are slow. Why, do I need to inform you first?"

"Zhenjun Erlang is misinterpreting the meaning of the little one. The little one just stayed in the sky prison for a long time, and saw too many gods taking advantage of the opportunity of facing the wall to sneak out of their bodies and descend to the earth. Nezha three The prince looks like this, it's really..."

"Oh? You are well-informed, but I am ignorant?"

"Erlang Zhenjun, what you said, the little god is just giving advice for Zhenjun."

"Oh, give me an idea." Yang Jian lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, and sneered.

"Isn't that right? After all, if it's found out that it's going down to earth without permission, the crime is not small." The leader of the soldier raised his head and looked at Yang Jian with a half-smile and said; , in charge of Tiantiao. But Zhenjun Erlang is known to treat everyone equally in the heavenly court, so once Third Prince Nezha breaks the Tiantiao, he is no different from others, isn’t it, Master Zhenjun?”

The man in black squinted his eyes, his gaze became gloomy little by little, and the smile on his lips disappeared.

"You, very good." Yang Jian turned his head after speaking, and patted the little baby on the round platform on the shoulder.

"Let the little one come." Shenbing took a step forward and was about to step onto the stage.

"Nezha... you can touch it too?" Yang Jian's tone was light, but he couldn't resist.

"It's just that Erlang Zhenjun, you look like this, so I have to suspect that you are delaying time, or let me use the mirror to see if the soul of the third prince is still there." The smile in Shenbing's eyes meaning more concentrated.

"With me here, do you still need the Sky Mirror?" Yang Jian turned his head slightly, looking at the magic soldier with cold eyes.

Shenbing smiled and took a step back.

Yang Jian frowned, squeezed the hands on Nezha's shoulders slightly, the flowing moire between the eyes split suddenly, and the third eye immediately opened, looking at the people on the round platform.

Yang Jian felt a surge of anger coming from his dantian, and he rushed straight forward, completely burning out the smile in the future tense.