The demon boy Nezha offers me incense, and I teach you the secret of burning with strange fire.

Chapter 4: Boys and girls sacrifice, and demons are removed before Nezha!
【Ding】

[The host accepts those with great luck as disciples, and the incense is worth ten thousand times the reward!Congratulations to the host for obtaining 50 incense points! 】

Make big money!

Li Wuliang didn't expect that by accepting Nezha as his disciple, he could get such a huge amount of incense!
From now on, Nezha will burn incense every day. Wouldn’t it be a pleasure?
at the same time.

It is extremely far away from Wuliang Immortal Temple.

Kunlun, Yuxu Palace.

The dojo of the saint Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat quietly beside the clouds, and the saint's power filled the air.

Wisps of extremely mysterious Taoist rhymes surround him, explaining the ultimate principles of the Tao.

Fundraising.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned. He suddenly felt a slight change in the way of heaven. He counted with his fingers and vaguely pointed at his third-generation disciple.

It seems that one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Taiyi Zhenren, is involved.

So a password was passed.

"Taiyi, I feel that there is a change in the heavenly secret, and it seems to be related to your disciple Nezha."

"Go quickly to find Nezha and find out what changes have taken place in it."

After Taiyi received the command from Yuanshi Tianzun, he immediately went to Chentangguan.

Nezha is the person that Master has worked so hard to find for him to prevent the disaster, so nothing can change!
Inside the Wuliang Immortal Temple.

After Nezha obtained the Fenjue technique, he immediately started practicing.

As expected of a man of great luck, Nezha had opened up all the meridians of the Fenjue technique in a short period of time.

At this time, he took out three sticks of incense again and inserted them into the incense burner casually.

"Wu Liang. I have something to ask you."

The large amount of incense that Li Wuliang was still providing to Nezha was quite satisfying.

Another prompt came from the system.

【Ding】

[As a disciple of a man of great luck, the incense is worth a thousand times as a reward, and the incense is worth [-] times. 】

Li Wuliang was confused.

After a while, what does Nezha want to see him for?
The inner world of Wuliang Immortal Temple.

Li Wuliang was shocked by Nezha.

In just a moment, Nezha actually opened up Fen Jue's cultivation meridians!
I came here to ask him if he could start absorbing and refining the demonic fire in his body now.

Li Wuliang sighed in his heart, he was indeed the God of Calamity and Killing.

Tell Nezha, don’t be impatient when refining, it’s better to proceed step by step.

In the next period of time, Nezha, apart from randomly inserting a few sticks of incense every day, worked hard to refine the demonic fire in his body.

Before his third birthday was about to expire, Nezha finally completely refined the demonic fire in his body, and his cultivation reached the level of refining energy and becoming a god!

The moment the magic fire disappeared, Nezha clearly felt the disappearance of the heavenly tribulation.

Excitedly, he announced the good news to Li Wuliang.

"Wuliang, I have successfully refined the demonic fire in my body!"

Li Wuliang was also sincerely happy from this moment on.

Nezha's fate has changed!

Look at Nezha's expression of hesitating to speak.

Li Wuliang said simply: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Nezha raised his head and grinned to the side, "Wuliang, I'm fine now. I want to go home and let my parents know."

"When I leave, who will offer you incense every day?"

Li Wuliang has also been thinking about this issue recently.

The location of my immortal temple is too remote and no one knows about it.

If I hadn't met Nezha by chance, I don't know what year or month someone would offer incense.

According to this situation, how can we get more lucky people to come?
Therefore, the reputation of the Immortal Temple must be spread and attract many people. With more people, there is a chance of meeting someone with great luck.

When Nezha said he wanted to go home and tell his parents, Li Wuliang thought this was a good opportunity to spread the word about Wuliang Immortal Temple!

"Nezha, your thoughts are human nature."

"You can go back if you want. There's no need to worry about this, Master."

A look of gratitude flashed across Nezha's face: "Okay, okay." "When I go home this time, I will find an opportunity to mention you, so that no one will come to your ruined temple."

Li Wuliang twitched the corner of his mouth and said in his heart that although Nezha was a poor person, he had a good character.

His face remained calm and he nodded gently.

Raising his hand, Nezha returned to the temple.

Respectfully insert three pillars of incense.

"Master is gone!"

He is a child after all, no longer threatened by imminent death, and no longer bothered by the identity of Magic Pill.

Nezha kept jumping up and down on the way home.

He kept humming a tune in his mouth.

soon.

He came to a small village.

The villagers here are beating gongs and drums, as if they are making preparations for the sacrifice.

Nezha was curious and stepped forward to check.

What surprised him was the normal sacrifice.

People pray to God or pay filial piety to the gods, so that they can have good weather and live a peaceful life in the future.

The expressions of the villagers should be one of yearning and hope.

But the villagers here are so strange, with numbness and humiliation on their faces.

One peasant woman in particular was so sad that she cried loudly.

When Nezha came closer, he discovered that the things tied to the altar used for sacrifices in this village were not livestock!
But a girl about the same age as him!

Nezha immediately became furious and shouted loudly.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing a boy coming here to make a noise, the eyes of the two relatively strong farmers lit up.

"There happens to be a boy missing in the village!"

"This child is of the right age, let's use him!"

With that said, the two farmers took out straw ropes and walked towards Nezha.

Before the two of them could get close, Nezha jumped up, kicked one of them, and kicked the two farmers away.

Seeing Nezha's natural power, the other farmers picked up the things in their hands and rushed towards Nezha.

How could these people know that Nezha is now a monk who has perfected his spiritual skills and returned to the void? Not to mention these villagers, even a small mortal army is no match for him.

In just a moment, the ground was filled with wailing villagers.

This was the result of Nezha holding back and strictly controlling his strength.

Otherwise, these people would have turned into corpses on the ground.

As soon as Nezha stepped forward to untie the girl, an old man with white hair came out holding a wooden stick.

His cloudy old eyes stared at Nezha, and the wooden stick hit the ground hard.

"Where did the naughty boy come from!"

"Do you know that if you destroy our sacrifice to Lord Haiyaksha, all of us in the village will die?"

The villagers, both standing and lying on the ground, started to boo, accusing Nezha of destroying their sacrifice.

After hearing this, Nezha tilted his head and said fiercely: "Old man."

"Don't force me to kill you!"

Nezha's ferocious appearance silenced the noisy villagers for a moment.

The white-haired old man was the mayor of this village. He felt that the child in front of him was not easy to deal with, and a few tears fell from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

Crying: "There is nothing we can do!"

"We also resisted, and all the men in the village took action. They are no match for that Haiyaksha!"

"Half the people in our village died that time!"

"Since then, our village has to sacrifice a pair of boys and girls every year, otherwise that Haiyaksha will destroy our entire village!"

After hearing this, Nezha looked gloomy.

He said harshly: "Where is that Haiyaksha? Go kill it!"

Seeing many villagers pointing to the seaside, Nezha rushed towards them.

(End of this chapter)