Wu Jiayou noticed Zhang Xiao staring at the "golden idol" and hurriedly said with deference:
"Forgive me, Celestial Immortal. There wasn't enough time to build a temple, so I could only enshrine you at home for now. May I ask whether the incense is to your taste?
"If it isn't, I'll replace it immediately!"
What the hell do you mean, is the incense to my taste?! Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched. He had no idea what Wu Jiayou had dreamed up during this time.
Every Chinese person knew the legend of Nezha wreaking havoc in the sea. Nezha had killed the Dragon King's third son, and the old Dragon King had complained to the Heavenly Court and flooded Chentang Pass.
Nezha had stripped away his bones and flesh to return them to his mother. A spark of his true spirit had survived, and his Master, Taiyi Real Person, had taken it back and resurrected him with a lotus-root body.
In Wu Jiayou's imagination, the slain third son of the Dragon King had been so resentful and unwilling to accept defeat that he had secretly gone to the West to reincarnate and cultivate anew.
Because Nezha had torn out his dragon sinew, he could no longer become a dragon, only a python. His deep resentment had driven him down a demonic path, practicing evil arts to rapidly increase his power.
He wanted revenge someday, but what kind of power was the Heavenly Court?
The Third Prince Nezha had seen this and immediately decided to descend to the mortal realm to eliminate the wicked... snake. Coming down in his true form would have been too shocking, however, so he had borrowed Dragon-Tiger Mountain's name and roamed the world in the guise of a young man.
That also explained why someone from Dragon-Tiger Mountain