Having done all this, Nezha felt his blood seething incessantly in his veins, which made him restless. So he sat down by the seaside and entered a meditative trance, silently reciting the Infinite Longevity Scripture.
Soon, Nezha re-entered a state of ethereal tranquility of body and mind. He stood up and looked at the pile of flesh and blood on the cliffside, a sight so nauseating it could make one vomit. He thought that Lizhu Gorge was where the people of Lizhu Village made their living. If the villagers were to see such a bloody scene, they might be frightened sick.
So Nezha rose into the air once more and used the Chaos Sky Silk to whip up the waves, thoroughly cleansing everything indecent between the cliff and the sky.
No sooner had he landed than Dahei came bounding over, wagging its tail and jumping around him.
"Good dog, make a fuss later when we're home."
