Erlang Shen Yang Jian let go slightly, and the three-pronged two-edged knife turned into a folding fan and fell into his hand.
He glared at his ignorant little sister and said coldly:
"Shut up, Roaring Sky Dog. Where did the Third Holy Mother Goddess go wrong? It was the little god who was wrong."
"The little god shouldn't have come to Huashan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have discovered that you had committed such a catastrophic disaster!"
Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, always felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room. She walked closer, grabbed Erlang Shen Yang Jian's clothes, and said aggrievedly:
"Second brother, where did I make a mistake? I have always stayed in Huashan to protect the people."
After hearing this, Yang Jian, the Erlang God, felt very tired. He pointed at Song Emperor and said with a wry smile:
"Then what happened to him?"
"Why can't you tell me about such a big thing in advance?"
"Fortunately, I'm here this time. If those evil gods come, they will definitely complain to the Emperor of Heaven if they find out that you..."
The pretty face of San Sheng Sheng Yang Chan suddenly turned red. She clasped her two little hands together and stammered:
"Ah...he...I, I, I...I just saw that he was so young...he became the emperor...and even gave out porridge...to help mortals..."
"Just... just follow him... supervise him... really... everything I said is true..."
Erlang Shen Yang Jian was furious, and the pressure from the peak of Taiyi Golden Fairyland swept out.
Everyone in the room felt as if they were carrying an eternal mountain of gods, which was extremely heavy. Di Ting, who was seriously injured, could only hold on for a moment before fainting.
The roaring dog also lay on the ground obediently, not daring to move.
Later, Erlang Shen looked at the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan with great disappointment and sighed:
"Little sister, I didn't expect you to tell the truth to my second brother. Have you forgotten why my mother died?"
"I was too careless. I just thought that you are still young and have a childlike innocence. If you stay in heaven, you will be bewitched by those evil gods."
"Call my brother-in-law. I will only kill him today. I will take my nephew with me to raise him well."
Third Holy Mother Yang Chan's eyes widened, she looked at Young Emperor Song, then at her second brother, and said doubtfully:
"Huh? Nephew? Aren't you my only biological sister? Where did you get your nephew?"
Seeing this scene, Song Emperor Zhao Bing seemed to understand something and said with a wry smile:
"It turns out that this is the brother of the Third Holy Mother Goddess. I thought it was some god who was joking with me."
"My name is Zhao Bing. I am the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. I came here by chance a few months ago. I am not the son of the Three Holy Mothers."
Erlang Shen Yang Jian squatted down, touched the little head of his "nephew" and said:
"Little sister, I just saw your family of three outside the city. Bing'er is so young, how could you let him lie?"
The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan thought of what happened outside the city just now, and suddenly said with anger and annoyance:
"Second brother, what are you talking about?"
"Even if I fall in love with the little emperor, I will never fall in love with Lu Bu, the traitor with a treason behind his back!"
Immediately, Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, told all the causes and consequences of the incident, and Emperor Song also summoned Marquis Wen Lu Bu.
After listening to the explanations of the three people, Erlangshen called Huashan Land over again, and after questioning for a while, he was convinced.
It seems that I...maybe...maybe I have really misunderstood my little sister.
He immediately took out two flat peaches and gave them to Song Emperor Shao Di and Wen Hou Lu Bu, and said with a smile:
"It turns out I misunderstood. These two flat peaches are just an apology gift."
"Bing'er, I didn't expect you to be so kind-hearted. I want to adopt you as my adopted son, what do you think?"
Wen Hou Lu Bu looked at the flat peach exuding majestic spiritual energy in his hand and said excitedly:
"Your Majesty, I have heard about the reputation of this True Lord Erlang in Hezhou, Xiniu. He is the number one god of war in heaven and his cultivation is unfathomable."
"Why don't you just..."
Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, tugged on the corner of Erlang Shen’s clothes and said coquettishly:
"Second brother, if you accept the little emperor as your adopted son, then how can I... ahem, how should I call him? Wouldn't this generational hierarchy be in chaos?"
"No, absolutely not!"
Erlang Shen Yang Jian looked at his little sister in surprise and said doubtfully:
"Wait, what seniority? Why is there chaos?"
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, shook his head and politely declined Yang Jian, the Erlang God.
Seeing this scene, Erlang Shen was not angry at all. The admiration in his eyes became more intense, and he kicked Ting Ting to wake him up.
Throwing an elixir to Di Ting, he recovered his injuries and said:
"In that case, I won't force you. Listen carefully. You can check the book of life and death again."
"Look at this... little friend's longevity, marriage, and fortune."
Di Ting opened her mouth. After swallowing the pill, the injuries on her body healed quickly. She pulled out the bronze sword, crushed it hard, and said:
"My dear friend, can I lend you a drop of blood?"
"Maybe it's because of the chaos in the underworld and the Book of Life and Death that was also affected, so I can't find your name."
The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, put his fingers together and made a stroke on his left hand, and blood immediately flowed out.
After Diting took the blood with her paws, she thought of it, sacrificed it to the Book of Life and Death, and roared:
"Book of Life and Death, come out!"
I saw the Book of Life and Death floating in mid-air, suddenly vibrating brightly and darkly.
Di Ting activated the spiritual energy in his body, his face was full of confusion that could not be concealed, and he muttered:
"Strange, now that I have recovered from my injury, why can't I still find this person?"
"Could it be that he doesn't exist at all?"
"Snapped"
A dog's paw slapped Di Ting on the forehead, and the barking dog cursed:
"Okay, listen carefully. You're just going to take my master's elixir and not do any work, right?"
"The little emperor is standing in front of you. Do you dare to say that he is a dead person?"
Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, always felt that this listening seemed a bit unreliable, and said:
"Second brother, why don't you go to the underworld and ask Yama of the Tenth Palace? This Di Ting may be an old fool."
Di Ting used his own essence and blood to activate the Book of Life and Death with all his strength, and explained:
"Third Holy Mother Goddess, in the past, you could go to the underworld, but now you can't."
"A few days ago, a fierce man came to the underworld and tried to capture the underworld. The top ten Yin commanders died in the battle, and King Qin Guang and King Chu Jiang were seriously injured..."
"I had just been sent out of the underworld by the Bodhisattva and wanted to go to heaven to seek help. I happened to be summoned by the True Lord, so I rushed to Huashan Mountain first."
As he spoke, the book of life and death moved automatically, revealing names and taboos on it, and they disappeared in an instant.
Erlang Shen Yang Jian was taken aback and said in surprise:
"What? It turns out it's not you Buddhism and ghosts and gods from the underworld who bite dogs with hair... Ahem, where did that murderer come from?"
Erlangshen saw Diting being seriously injured before and thought that Buddhism and those ghosts and gods were fighting for the authority of the underworld.
Di Ting glanced at Erlang Shen with a resentful look, remembering his reputation as the number one God of War in the Heavenly Court, and said humbly:
"What did Zhenjun say just now? My ears are not good and I didn't hear clearly. Are you asking about the origin of the murderer?"
"The Bodhisattva and the Emperor of the Netherworld have also tried, searching the three realms, but they can't find the origin of the vicious man who calls himself the Emperor of the Netherworld."
"Even the murderer's subordinates with weird methods can't find their names in the book of life and death."
"It's as if those people don't belong to the Three Realms!"
(End of chapter)
