Phi-Fic Chapter 71 Nuwa bestows a red embroidered ball as a treasure.
Chapter 71 Nuwa bestows a red embroidered ball as a treasure.
Inside the Nuwa Palace.
The demons prostrated themselves on the ground, chanting:
May the goddess Nuwa live a long and prosperous life.
Nuwa, the goddess who had been a saint for a long time, was humiliated by a mortal. If it weren't for the human emperor's fortune, she would have crushed Yin Shou long ago.
A quick calculation suggests that the Shang Dynasty's fortunes will last for another twenty years.
After a moment's thought, Nuwa recalled the Investiture of the Gods signed by Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, and the Heavenly Court in Zixiao Palace, and pointed to the little demon below who had not yet taken human form, saying:
"The three demons from Xuanyuan Tomb will remain; the rest of you may return to your respective places."
The monsters summoned by the demon-summoning banner scattered like the wind.
Only the thousand-year-old fox spirit, the nine-headed pheasant spirit, and the jade pipa spirit knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
The goddess Nuwa used her magic to descend upon the three demons, and only they know what she said afterward.
After the humans and demons had all left, Yang Jiao returned from the forest in a huff.
Since the incident occurred near the Nuwa Palace, how could it escape the watchful eyes of the Goddess Nuwa?
Seeing Yang Jiao's round face lifting her skirt and each step heavily on the stairs, making a loud noise all the way.
Nuwa then felt that the humiliation had been somewhat dispelled.
He waited with a smile for her to come in.
But Yang Jiao, who had been striding confidently just moments before, now tiptoed outside the hall. So I had to say:
"Are you ashamed to enter the palace because you didn't bring a birthday gift?"
Upon hearing the Empress's voice, Yang Jiao immediately felt wronged.
Her beloved Nuwa, how could King Zhou seduce her and even inscribe a lewd poem on the mural depicting the creation of humankind behind her statue!
Yang Jiao appeared even more aggrieved than Nuwa at this moment, leaving the Empress speechless. She thought to herself:
"Why should you, who were humiliated, have to turn around and coax a little girl?"
He smiled faintly.
Yang Jiao stepped forward, grabbed the hem of Nuwa's skirt, and looked around the hall, trying to see if the poem was still there.
The original text was a bit obscure, and Yang Jiao didn't remember much of it.
I only remember the last sentence:
But if she possesses a captivating beauty and the ability to move freely, she can be brought back to serve the king in Chang Le!
Her eyes glanced at the mural behind the statue. The lewd poem was no longer visible, presumably removed by the goddess Nuwa, but a sword mark remained on the mural.
Yang Jiao looked at it for a long time, and only said:
"I will repay that King Zhou with this sword in the future!"
As the emperor, how dare he leave such filthy words on the mural of the creation of man and even flirt with the statue of the goddess Nuwa? It is only right that the Shang Dynasty's fortune was pushed to its early demise by twenty years!
King Zhou was ruthless and cruel, and his cruel punishments were countless.
They were also licentious and extravagant, indulging in wine, women, and meat.
Nuwa's gaze lingered on her round face for a moment before she placed her hand on her hair bun.
He lowered her gaze until she could no longer see the marks on the mural, then flicked the tuft of hair on her head with a look of disdain and said:
"Who tied you up? It looks awful."
With that, he flicked his finger, and the little bun in his hair came undone.
Nuwa herself bent down and combed her hair, then took the not-so-long strands and braided them into several small braids, which were then coiled on both sides.
Then, looking at the red silk threads filling the hall, Goddess Nuwa took down two more strands and hung them below the ball.
Secret passage:
It looks much better now.
This little girl was already incredibly beautiful, but she always wore two little tufts of hair on her head. Nuwa felt that the person who tied her hair had no sense of aesthetics.
It looks better now.
They are a thousand times more beautiful than the attendants under Cihang's command.
Yang Jiao touched her new hairstyle, shook her head, and put the matter of King Zhou out of her mind.
Anyway, once the Investiture of the Gods begins, Yin Shou will have to pay his debts properly!
She hugged Nuwa's thigh and looked up to congratulate her, saying:
"Wishing Your Majesty a long and healthy life. I didn't bring any gifts, so I can only make up for it by playing the zither for you."
The goddess Nuwa brought out the Fuxi Qin (a type of zither) and handed it to her.
My gaze drifted towards the direction of Fire Cloud Cave...
There is no gift better than this piece of music.
Yang Jiao sat down on the spot, crossed her legs, placed the Fuxi Qin on her lap, and then skillfully began to play.
As soon as the first note of the zither was played, Goddess Nuwa closed her eyes.
As Yang Jiao played the zither, the small flowers on the gourd vine around her waist began to sway in rhythm.
Only when the song ended did Nuwa relinquish her identity as someone else's sister and revert to her appearance as a sage.
Just as I was about to praise Yang Jiao, I noticed something at her waist.
The demon-summoning banner in his arms felt a sense of shared origin, and the familiar feeling made the banner flutter on its own.
Nuwa frowned and looked at it.
Secret passage:
"The innate gourd vine..."
No wonder the Demon-Summoning Banner reacted this way; her magic weapon, capable of summoning all the demons in the world, was made from the Purple-Green Gourd, and the vine had actually ended up in Yang Jiao's hands.
She immediately understood Yang Jiao's purpose after a moment's thought.
So he beckoned to her and said:
"Have you come to beg for my Breath of Earth?"
Yang Jiao's eyes lit up, and she looked at Nuwa and replied:
"Goddess Nuwa is amazing! You guessed it before I even said anything."
Nuwa touched Yang Jiao's forehead with her finger, but turned her gaze outside the hall, and after a moment of contemplation, said:
“I can give you the Breath of Earth, but you need to do one thing for me.”
"I?"
Yang Jiao pointed to herself,
What merit do I possess to be able to help the Goddess Nuwa?
Mother, I've made something of myself!
Nuwa withdrew her gaze, took a scripture from the shrine from afar, and said with a hint of regret in her eyes:
"During the Lich War, the human race was used as a seed to fuel resentment. At that time, I had just become a saint and was wandering in the chaos, comprehending the innate Great Dao. I was too busy to take care of myself and owed the human race a debt."
"This is a book I wrote myself, a 'Nuwa's Salvation Scripture.' It has been offered incense by the sage for a long time. Please take it to the River Styx in the west to help the souls of the dead to return to dust."
Yang Jiao then pointed to herself.
"I?"
Is the River Styx in the West a place she can go to...?
Goddess Nuwa, do you think I haven't courted death enough?
Nuwa sighed briefly and said:
"The West is governed by other sages, and it would be very inconvenient for me to go there."
As she spoke, Nuwa conjured a red embroidered ball out of thin air and handed it to Yang Jiao along with the scripture, saying:
"This is my magic weapon, the Red Embroidered Ball. It is a merit-making artifact. If any blind Asura comes to take you, use this embroidered ball to strike him. He will kill you without incurring any karmic consequences or being burdened with any negative karma."
"It also contains my magical power. If you encounter someone you cannot defeat, simply pull on the tassels, and it will instantly bring you back."
Yang Jiao was relieved to hear this.
What a wonderful baby!
This red embroidered ball is a magical treasure bestowed by Heaven after the Goddess Nuwa presided over the first marriage in the world. It's easy for her to protect a little girl like her.
For the sake of the Breath of Earth, and also to quell this regret of the Goddess Nuwa.
Yang Jiao immediately accepted the task.
He said with a smile:
"Now that Jiao'er has returned, Your Majesty, would you please give her more Breath Soil?"
Nuwa smiled again, raising her eyebrows and nodding.
"Not only the Breath of Earth, but if you help me get rid of the regret in my heart, I will owe you a favor. If you ask me for anything in the future, I will definitely grant it."