Nezha patted his stomach and continued to wander aimlessly, only to encounter that strange female immortal. Before he could approach her to inquire, she stepped forward on her own.
"This humble nun, Wusheng, greets the Buddha."
Wusheng?
Nezha didn't immediately register it, only thinking that this title sounded quite formidable.
Since she was someone acknowledged by Kong Xuan, Nezha didn't dare to act presumptuously.
"Nezha pays respects to the senior."
No-Life Old Mother smiled kindly before suddenly saying, "No attachment, no worries, no life, no death, no calamity, no disaster. Come, be my child."
Nezha could somewhat comprehend the earlier part, but the last sentence left him utterly bewildered.
He pointed at himself, then at Wusheng.
"Me? You?"
No-Life Old Mother's face softened as she opened her arms and nodded, saying, "Every child should return to their mother's embrace."
Nezha's expression instantly changed. Bad luck—encountered a lunatic.
