Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: The Great Zhou Version of Nezha Conquers the Dragon King

When Bai Hongtu announced his tribulation-crossing performance, Ji Zhi excitedly pulled out the heart-saving pills he had prepared long ago.

However, Jiang Li’s inner strength meant he didn’t need them, much to Ji Zhi’s regret.

The dazzling lightning in the center of the stage made it difficult to discern Bai Hongtu’s expression, though only Jiang Li could see it clearly.

Bai Hongtu grinned as he played with the hula hoop, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, he was trembling with the electric shock, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Furthermore, due to the immense power of the lightning tribulation, Bai Hongtu’s clothes were singed and reduced to ash.

In other words, he was now n*ked.

“The Daoist Sect Master Openly Runs n*ked”

Jiang Li rubbed his face. This was the extent of his second performance.

The lightning tribulation had passed, but the Immortal Stairway still hadn’t appeared. While everyone was still adjusting to the change in light, Jiang Li wrapped Bai Hongtu in a white shroud and carried him back to the stands.

“This thunder tribulation is so unfair. They said it wouldn’t affect my clothes, but why didn’t they even leave me a pair of underwear?” Bai Hongtu cursed.

He was wrapped tightly in a shroud, leaving only his head exposed. He angrily scolded the thunder tribulation, completely betraying the joy of successfully surviving it.

Jiang Li slashed the back of his head. “Still pretending!

” Currently, only two people in Jiuzhou have survived the Immortal Tribulation: Commander Liu and Li Er. Bai Hongtu is the third, and the most conspicuous one.

“How does it feel to have survived the Immortal Tribulation for the first time?” Jiang Li asked casually, and the others perked up their ears.

Bai Hongtu curled his lips. “What can I do? I feel like I could become an Earthly Immortal at any moment. All I need is the baptism of immortal power. I’m so frustrated.”

“On the other hand, I don’t feel like I’ve even touched the Mahayana stage. Honestly, if it weren’t for your example, I’d doubt the Mahayana

stage even existed.” “Tell me, how do you break through to the Mahayana stage

?” Jiang Li glared. “This isn’t the first time I’ve told you how to do it. What should I do if you’re not smart enough to understand my theory?”

Bai Hongtu smiled apologetically. “Brother Jiang, you’re my brother. How about you take the trouble to simplify the theory so that we, the clueless ones in the Tribulation Crossing stage, can understand it?”

Jiang Li agreed. He had been trying to break down and simplify the Mahayana theory, but hadn’t made any progress.

Bai Hongtu’s Tribulation Crossing was so powerful that the entire stage was shattered. Commander Liu suppressed the urge to vomit blood and sent more people to repair the stage.

“Next up is the Buddhist performance—Rock, Paper, Scissors. Rock, Paper, Scissors is an ancient sport that tests not only luck but also vision and hand speed. Let’s wait and see what surprises the Buddhists can bring us.”

The name of the Buddhist performance might sound confusing, but the host, a ruthless man who had witnessed the tribulation of immortality on the spot and had seen the vicissitudes of life, saw no problem with the Buddhist performance and applauded.

The audience, still reeling from the aftermath of the magnificent thunder tribulation, took a long time to recover and began to applaud.

Two holy bodhisattvas took graceful lotus steps onto the stage, clasping their hands together and lowering their brows in a gesture of compassion.

Suddenly, thousands of hands appeared behind them, joining palms, clenching fists, and extending two fingers.

The two bodhisattvas played rock, paper, scissors in the style of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin!

Each side had thousands of hands, and they each held out either scissors or hammers to see who would win.

Only when one side had surpassed the other in all its thousands of hands could they claim victory!

This scene was riddled with criticism, so much so that Jiang Li didn’t know where to start.

“Whose idea was this?”

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat and the Unsubdued Arhat exchanged glances, then pointed at Brahma Tower. “It was the Buddha’s suggestion.”

Brahma Tower dismissed the performance, confidently stating, “Isn’t a performance supposed to be entertaining and surprising?”

“Look at the beautiful poses of the two Bodhisattvas, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. That’s what makes it entertaining.”

“Do you know when the winner will be decided? That’s what makes it surprising?”

“This performance is simply perfect.”

“Excellent performance! Don’t do it again next time.”

Brahma Tower, delighted by the praise, was delighted.

The two Bodhisattvas were more unlikely to win than a day later. Jiang Li sent a message to them, urging them to play rock and scissors, ending the performance.

The Confucian performance was about language change. Before this, they had searched ancient texts, researched history, and mapped out the process of language change. They then meticulously polished the script. On stage, using silent words and exaggerated movements, they demonstrated how hundreds of languages were unified into the Nine Provinces, creating a profound sense of epic proportions.

With the exemplary performances of Daoism and Buddhism before them, the Confucian performance seemed too normal, jarringly out of place.

“We’re not innovative enough,” Dong Zhongren reflected.

Jiang Li quickly said, “No, no, no, you’re good enough this way. No need to innovate.”

Having finally caught an ordinary person, Jiang Li couldn’t let him go.

“Next is a joint performance of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Four Seas Dragon Palace—Li Nezha Conquers the Sea.”

“???” Jiang Li was confused. What the hell was Li Nezha? Didn’t it sound strange?

He wasn’t surprised that the story of Nezha Conquers the Sea appeared in Jiuzhou. That was the story he had spread, and it was very popular. The people of Jiuzhou loved stories about gods and ghosts.

The performance on the stage unfolded smoothly.

On the coast of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a place called Chentangguan. The general was named Li Jing, and his wife was Madam Yin.

Madam Yin had given birth to their third son.

“Since the eldest son is named Jinzha and the second is Muzha, let’s name the third son Shuizha,” Li Jing suggested.

“Sluice gates don’t sound good, let’s call him Nezha,” Mrs. Yin thought.

“Okay, then, let’s call him Nezha. My third son will be called Li Nezha.” Li Jing laughed heartily, feeling that his wife was indeed cultured.

Li Nezha had a natural talent for cultivating immortals, and his cultivation level was advancing rapidly.

The Great Zhou Dynasty bordered the East China Sea. The Third Prince of the Dragon King was stirring up trouble, causing untold suffering for Chentang Pass. He even threatened to eat the children of fishermen. Li Nezha, enraged, fought the Third Prince for three hundred rounds, ultimately defeating him and having his tendons peeled.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea, enraged, summoned his three brothers, transformed into true dragons, and, armed with the Dragon Ball, pressured Li Jing to surrender Li Nezha, threatening to flood the city.

The four Dragon Kings unleashed their immense powers, creating a thousand-foot-high tsunami that blotted out even the sun. Chentang Pass seemed dwarfed by this disaster.

Li Jing was powerless but refused to obey. Madam Yin wept

bitterly. Li Nezha, with a heart of justice, bravely stood up and said, “Old Dragon King, I’m out. What are you going to do to me?” The Dragon King of the East China Sea bared his teeth and said cruelly, “Of course, you will be charged with intentional injury and sent to the Great Zhou for punishment!”

“???” Jiang Li felt that this seemed a little different from what he remembered.

(End of this chapter)