'My name is Zhou Zheng, I am a contractor of the Futian Alliance. I am the reincarnation of a certain heavenly god, the tenth generation of Pure Yang (currently), the ninth generation of good people. I have just received the honorary title of Lord of the Great Tribulation. I have gathered [Childhood Sweethearts Fall from the Sky], [Repaying the Gratitude Dragon]
The girl is so cute], [The relationship in the previous life was perfect], [The starring role in the sequel to Journey to the West] and many other rare achievements.
As for why I was sitting in the detention room of the public security station with the demon king who had changed his appearance and the rising star of the Tengu clan.
This is hard to describe.’
Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains.
Zhou Zheng and Xiao Yuesheng looked helplessly at Li Zhiyong who was negotiating with the Public Security Bureau outside the door.
Li Zhiyong smiled apologetically, spoke gentle words, and provided complete proof in his hands to ensure that the person was taken out without revealing that they were members of the special investigation team.
Will this reveal my identity?
Isn't this embarrassing?
The Feng Qing on the side changed his eyebrows and concealed his aura. In Zhou Zheng's feeling, not only was there no trace of demonic aura, but there was also mana fluctuation similar to that of a monk in the Divine Ying Realm.
Feng Qing originally wanted to leave. After all, he took a huge risk by coming to Longchen City.
But Feng Qing didn't dare to move rashly before.
He had just seen the young man;
The boy who got them into trouble and then walked away in front of them.
If Feng Qing didn’t admit his mistake, then the boy did!
"This matter," Xiao Yue muttered, "no one should tell anyone about it, it would be a huge embarrassment."
Feng Qing and Zhou Zheng nodded at the same time, then turned to look left and right.
A few minutes later, in the RV outside the police station.
"Nezha? Is it really Nezha?"
Bing Ning and Feng Tong, who had not shown up just now, frowned and looked at the two people, one dog and one fox, who had just returned with great honors.
It's really outrageous that this strange combination could be captured and taken back to a mortal police station.
At this moment, Bing Ning's delicate hand never left the hilt of the sword. As long as the wind chime moved, she would burst into a thunderous offensive. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, she would first [seal] it.
Feng Qing sat obediently in the corner, his narrow eyes full of light.
If it was really Nezha who came to Blue Star, the situation would change differently.
"It should be," Xiao Yue said, "I must have admitted it correctly. He is the Great God of the Three Altar Seas, the third prince of King Li Tian's family. In the past, when I was thinking about which powerful god in heaven to join, I often went to the door of King Li Tian's house.
I have met the third prince several times."
Feng Tong wondered: "Why did he appear directly at your place?"
Xiao Yue glanced at Feng Qing: "Could it be that this great god thought that I might be having an affair with the demon clan, so he came to take a look? Then he found out that we were talking about something, so he just teased us."
"Well," Zhou Zheng raised his hand to speak, "Nezha should... maybe, I mean is there such a possibility... was sent to find me."
Li Zhiyong smiled and said: "It should be Emperor Ziwei who sent this great god to protect the person who is in charge of the robbery."
The three immortals of the East China Sea looked astonished.
Feng Qing thought for a moment and said slowly:
"Can I leave now?
"Little friend Zhou Zheng must have understood the purpose of my visit. You can discuss the details on your own, and you don't have to tell me the result. It all depends on the tacit understanding.
"In the future, I will not appear in front of you unless necessary."
"Humph," Bing Ning's cool and pretty face showed a hint of eagerness to give it a try.
Zhou Zheng said hurriedly: "Teacher, King Feng's trip is considered to be a formal peace negotiation with us. Although we will not join forces, we will move in the same direction in the two camps."
Bing Ning put away her ice sword, nodded slightly to Zhou Zheng, and turned to look at the street scene outside the window.
Zhou Zheng took out his mobile phone and called up his QR code.
Feng Qing was startled for a moment, took out his phone, scanned it, and sent a friend request.
Zhou Zheng smiled and said: "If there is an emergency, the Wind King can contact us directly. Of course, I am humble and can only give some small suggestions to the generals and instructors, but I think the coexistence of all spirits will definitely be the future."
Main theme."
"With the words "Jie Zhu", I feel a lot more at ease."
Afterwards, Feng Qing looked at Zhou Zheng and Bing Ning with interest, shook his head and chuckled, then turned into a wisp of green light and disappeared through the gap in the car window.
Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief: "I will report it to the god general... Is there anything you can't say about your previous conversation?"
"The instructor can just tell General Yinhu truthfully."
Zhou Zheng also looked out the window and looked at the people walking on the street.
Where has that handsome boy gone?
Is he Nezha?
Little Nezha, who was so fierce that he cut off his bones to repay his father;
The ability can be used to challenge Sun Wukong during the Great Sage period. Sun Wukong defeated Little Nezha by using his body to sneak attack;
The little Nezha whom Sun Wukong often invites on his journey to the west;
Little Nezha has an unparalleled achievement [obtaining a complete dragon tendon just three days after he was born]...
Ah, this!
Zhou Zheng raised his hand to his forehead, always feeling that he was being targeted by Emperor Ziwei!
Will the little fish really not fight with Nezha after he returns as a dragon?
There must be a grudge between Nezha and the Dragon Clan, right?
I seem to be on the road to becoming the son-in-law of the Dragon Clan, and I have already made a lot of progress. Today I just made a few promises to Sister Ao Yiling, saying that I will not give up forever!
Zhou Zheng raised his hands to cover his eyes, always feeling that his future monastic life would be extremely colorful and full of dramatic conflicts.
Life is like a play.
"Where did the Third Prince go?" Feng Tong asked softly.
"I don't know," Xiao Yue clicked her tongue, "You guys should go back first, I'll arrange for someone to look for him. This great god is quite recognizable."
Zhou Zheng sighed: "I'll look for him too. After all, he's here for me. It wouldn't be appropriate if I don't entertain him."
"Okay," Xiao Yue pulled away the dog hair on her chest, turned out her mobile phone, unlocked it with dog paw authentication, found an avatar with a tiger head and a tiger head in the address book, and clicked on the call.
After two beeps, a shout came from the other side:
"What the fuck!"
"General God, it's me who will report to you the process of contacting the other party."
Zhou Zheng was listening, with a smile on his face unconsciously.
Then he thought of something again, looked in the direction Feng Qing left, opened Feng Qing's circle of friends, and found that Feng Qing was quite active in the circle of friends.
Of course, I don’t have any friends in common with Feng Qing, and I can’t see other people’s replies.
The latest post in the circle of friends is a screenshot of his record. Feng Qing is very brave, his record is actually positive, and there is also a selfie of his profile.
What’s interesting is that the name of his game is...well, [Scammed from 180,000 RMB in Online Dating].
Zhou Zheng turned back and found that Feng Qing's circle of friends was on public display. It was basically game content, many of which were screenshots of the game, photos taken during the game's wedding, and then a side profile selfie of himself.
Fengqing has more than one account, and the account names are quite interesting.
[She has left me];
[Let go of that assistant];
[There is no greater sorrow than an undying heart];
When Zhou Zheng opened his mouth, he always had the urge to complain, but he didn't know how to express it.
When he came to his senses, Zhou Zheng finally thought of a suitable word.
The godfather of online dating.
…
Strange, where did Mr. Nezha go?
In the evening, Zhou Zheng and Xiao Yue walked on the street, looking everywhere.
Xiaoyue mobilized special investigation teams all over the city. Although a large number of elite forces were mobilized due to the construction of Demon City, with the surveillance network as a 'convenient tool', as long as Nezha did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts, it should not be difficult to find him.
Is it necessary for Nezha to hide his whereabouts?
Even if the Blue Star Immortal was tied up, he wouldn't be able to beat him alone.
"Is this adult looking for a place to play because it's fun here?" Xiao Yue muttered, "Why don't we stop looking and wait for the adult to come here by himself."
Zhou Zheng felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He said: "Instructor, please send someone to look for the game arcade. I'll go to the library for a walk."
"That's okay," Xiao Yue barked twice, "Blue Star culture has good and bad qualities, but don't pollute this simple-minded adult."
You have a simple mind, so you deliberately mess with them as soon as you show up?
Zhou Zheng burst into laughter, bought some consolation items, and rushed to the nearby library.
When he saw Taoist Banshan again, the Taoist had completely changed his appearance.
Her hair, which was originally dirty and knotted, now became smooth and black, and was simply tied behind her head, with a blue security hat on her head.
Wearing security uniform, he stood upright at the entrance and exit of the library. His sharp-edged, wrinkled face exuded the unique charm of a mature man.
Two young girls who happened to be passing by took two photos of the new security guard with their mobile phones, and then ran away with their heads down smiling.
Seeing Zhou Zheng, Taoist Banshan showed a somewhat complicated smile.
The most poignant thing in this smile is bitterness, mixed with a little helplessness, depression, sadness, pain, and asking for help.
Zhou Zheng sniffed it with the tip of his nose...it was the fragrance of cheap shower gel.
"What's going on?" Zhou Zheng asked in a low voice.
Mr. Black Bear, who was reading in the security booth, smiled and said nothing, put down his copy of "The Universe in a Nutshell", opened the door and walked out.
The mountain-moving Taoist raised his head and looked up at the sky, with a tear streaking across his eyes.
"How can you do it without taking a shower?" Mr. Black Bear said warmly, "If you can't even clean the dirt on your body, how can you clean the dirt in your heart?"
Zhou Zheng asked weakly: "So..."
"He imprisoned Pindao's soul and threw Pindao into the sea," Taoist Banshan sighed softly, his eyes losing focus, "Pindao swam back."
Mr. Black Bear smiled with narrowed eyes and winked at Zhou Zheng.
Zhou Zheng put a bag of bear biscuits as a consolation gift into the hands of Taoist Banshan and said with a smile: "It seems that these costs can be overcome. Is the Taoist serving here?"
"Not at all," the black bear spirit said with a smile, "Futian Alliance has given me a lot of funding, but I don't have to earn two cents of salary. The monk is not a bad person after all."
"Brother Xiong, I have something to ask you."
Zhou Zheng bowed his hand to the black bear spirit and briefly told him about Nezha's coming here. He wanted to ask the black bear spirit to help find Nezha's whereabouts.
The black bear spirit thought for a moment, then closed his eyes and concentrated, probably searching the whole city.
Taoist Banshan ate a biscuit, thought for a moment, and pulled Zhou Zheng aside, whispering: "Fellow Taoist, what happened between you and Fairy Baihua...is it true?"
Zhou Zheng looked innocent: "What's the matter?"
"Past life love."
"It's probably true," Zhou Zheng said with a wry smile, "Why are fellow Taoists starting to gossip?"
"It's not a poor Taoist gossip," Taoist Banshan put his hands in his sleeves habitually and muttered, "If nothing else, how do you want to deal with the relationship with Xiao Yan'er?"
Zhou Zheng:......
"Although Xiao Yan'er is not usually very gregarious, I have watched her grow up with my own eyes."
Taoist Banshan muttered:
"You also know that in order to incorporate the Dao Principle Fragments, one must be a person without Dao. Without a strong will and firm belief, it is impossible to succeed. Xiao Yan'er relied on a single thought to support her."
"What idea?"
"So that you and her won't be bullied."
Taoist Banshan muttered:
"It doesn't sound grand enough, but this is the belief she projected at that time, which is extremely clear.
"It is logical that the price she paid after obtaining the fragments of the Tao was to be trapped in the bond with you.
"You are the Lord of the Great Tribulation, and you will definitely be an indomitable man in the future. Shouldn't you just abandon your childhood sweetheart who you have depended on since childhood?"
Zhou Zheng's forehead was covered with black lines and he whispered: "I have always regarded Sister Yan'er as my biological sister."
Taoist Banshan laughed and bumped Zhou Zheng with his elbow: "Isn't that more exciting?"
Zhou Zheng turned his head and looked at the black bear spirit who had already opened his eyes, and whispered: "Holy Monk, he is talking pornographically in front of you."
"Um?"
The black bear spirit's eyes flashed: "Luojia Divine Palm."
A big hand seal was pushed out horizontally, and the figure of Taoist Banshan disappeared in a flash, appearing directly in the blue sea thousands of miles away, and by the way, his soul was sealed.
Pedestrians near the library didn't notice anything unusual.
"Amitabha," Black Bear Spirit said in a Buddha salute with both hands, "How good it is, how good it is. Water benefits all things without any competition. I hope the boundless sea water can wash away the filth in the hearts of Taoist monks."
Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled at the black bear spirit.
"The young monk has found the aura of Marshal Nezha. He has not hidden his whereabouts, he is just far away from here."
"Where did he go?"
"Here, the monk will take you there."
The second time Zhou Zheng met Nezha was in an apartment in a small city in the southeast.
Nezha sat cross-legged on the dining table, folded his arms, and glared angrily at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him, smelling of alcohol, with a mother and daughter embracing each other next to him.
At this moment, the man burst into tears, and the mother and daughter were also frightened.
This young man suddenly appeared in their room, floating on the ground, dressed like a character from a TV series, with a red ribbon hanging behind his back, which really scared them.
There are some ripple marks on the clean wall behind the bedroom door.
The black bear spirit took Zhou Zheng and stepped out. The two of them looked outside at the same time, but were glared back by Nezha.
The black bear spirit gave a Buddhist salute with a smile.
Zhou Zheng smiled and cupped his hands.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Black Bear got there in one step. He thought he would appear outside the door and could knock on the door and organize some conversation.
Nezha raised his hand to the black bear spirit, then raised his lower lip and blew the bangs on his forehead, folded his arms and looked at Zhou Zheng.
"You're looking for me?"
"I'm a little worried that the great master won't adapt to the environment here," Zhou Zheng squinted and smiled, "What's going on?"
"It's a small matter, it has nothing to do with you."
Nezha continued to look at the mother and daughter.
"Fight or not?"
Their bodies trembled several times at the same time.
Zhou Zheng glanced around the room and saw the wine bottle tipped over on the table, the cracked scratch beside the table, and the strip-shaped bruises on the girl's arm.
"What are you afraid of?" Nezha scolded, "If he hits you, don't you know how to resist? Doesn't it mean that he is your father?"
The girl, who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, bit her lips tightly, broke away from her mother's arm, took a deep breath, rushed to the man quickly, clenched her fist... and lightly hit the middle-aged man on the shoulder.
The man buried his head lower, with only fear in his eyes.
He didn't even know why he kept kneeling, his body was completely out of control.
Nezha frowned and said, "Try harder!"
The girl's body was trembling slightly, but there was a bit of hatred in her eyes. She raised her foot and kicked the middle-aged man's arm.
She was unsteady and almost fell.
Nezha snorted angrily, jumped up from the dining table, and floated in front of the man:
"Remember, if you get drunk and do something crazy again, I will kick you."
A trace of mark fell into the man's eyes, and the latter nodded sharply, and then his body collapsed to the ground, panting hard as if he had just been fished out of the sea.
Nezha floated past the girl and went to greet Zhou Zheng, muttering: "It's really useless, eat more meat, there will be no energy at all."
The girl raised her hand to wipe her eyes and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Thank you..."
Nezha crossed his arms and looked at Zhou Zheng a few times.
"Let's go, change places and introduce yourself."
"Master, wait a minute, I'm going to do some business."
Zhou Zheng raised his hand and pointed a finger. The family of three immediately yawned and found a place to lie down and fall asleep.
Later, Zhou Zheng took out his mobile phone and contacted the special investigation team guarding this small town, asking them to come over and handle the follow-up matters.
"Isn't this unnecessary?" Nezha asked in response.
Zhou Zheng thought for a while, nodded and said: "This is unnecessary, but this is also the rule set by the Futian Alliance."
"I'm too lazy to care about you," Nezha waved his hand, "I'm going to take a look around the mortal world here. See you later."
"Hey, please leave me your contact information!"
"I'll show up when you're in trouble."
Nezha responded in this way, but when he disappeared into the wall, he still threw a jade talisman over.
There is a section of lotus root painted on the jade talisman, which is quite unique.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.