Indian mythology, the Emperor of Heaven is not working today

"It turned out to be...them!"

The golden bed slowly stood up from the throne with a terrifying momentum. A mighty strong wind surged around him, blowing away the Asura maids around him.

"Indra! Vishnu!"

Jin Bed gritted his teeth, his voice was hoarse, and he squeezed out these two names from his throat, his body trembling with anger.

Treason!

This traitor!

How dare you sacrifice his great enemy!

"Bharaharata!!!"

Jin Bed roared, violent air waves surged, and the heavens echoed his roar at this time, conveying his anger.

He raised his head and flew into the sky like a shooting star chasing the moon, falling straight into the palace.

boom!

The palace was shaken, dust filled the sky, and countless rubbles were scattered.

The golden bed stepped out of the smoke, and a tall shadow shone on it, shrouding a young man wearing a golden crown and red clothes.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, smiling, and the blazing fire in front of him reflected a red light on his face.

"Praise to Indra!"

Balaharata was smiling.

He clasped his hands together and gave a salute, then grabbed the red pollen piled around him and sprinkled it on the sacrificial fire.

Jin Bed's eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Bharaharata!"

Jin Bed said.

Hearing this, Bāraharata turned around suddenly, excitement appearing in his clear eyes.

"Father, you are back!"

With a happy look on his face, Bāraharata quickly stood up and trotted to the golden bed.

Jin Bed looked at him coldly, with a scrutinizing gaze, scanning Bohra Harada's body continuously.

He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists and spoke slowly.

"Who are you……"

"Disciples of Indra?!"

Jin Bed stared closely.

"Of course not!"

Bāraharata smiled and shook his head, blinking his eyes and looking at his father with joy.

ah? !

Hearing this, Jin Bed was slightly startled.

If you are not a follower of Indra, then why are you offering sacrifices to Indra? !

But before the golden bed could react, Balahara put his hands together and said with a pure smile: "I am a believer of Lord Vishnu, and I offer sacrifices to the Emperor of Heaven because, father, you haven't been home for a long time. "

"I hope that he can give up the hatred between him and your father, and the two sides can reconcile."

"In this case, it actually doesn't matter if we give up the heaven. We will live just as well in the earth."

"You can go home and be reunited as a family!"

Balaharata spread his hands and looked at the golden bed happily.

"Father!"

"If you come back now, my sacrifice should have reached the ears of the Emperor of Heaven. Have you reconciled?"

Bāraharata's eyes flashed.

He raised his hands expectantly, trying to grab his father's strong arms.

boom!

But the next moment, a big hand came out and slapped Jambahara Harada on the chest, pushed it away, and staggered to the ground.

Balahara fell to the ground, propped up his elbows on the ground, and looked up at his father incomprehensibly.

Jin Bed stood there with no expression on his face.

He raised his head high, looked down at his young child with an indifferent expression, and made a cold and ruthless voice.

"Stupid! Weak!"

"You actually prayed to your father's enemies, and you still weakly begged for mercy. Are you still my son? I am ashamed of your son!"

"Somebody come!"

"Put him in jail for five hundred years and let him sober up!"

Jin Bed said coldly.

He had to keep an eye on Indra, but he had no time to play house games with Balahara.

After that, he waved his hand suddenly, turned around and walked out of the palace expressionlessly, and groups of Asura warriors ran past him and rushed towards Bāraharata.

…

Time goes by, rain or shine.

The golden bed still perseveres.

He sat on the throne with a golden sword, his legs spread widely, his left elbow rested on the throne, and he held his chin with one hand, staring at the sky.

Today is another peaceful day!

"After so many years, why has the power of the gods not been exhausted?"

"Is it Brahma who is helping the gods?"

Jin Bed murmured in his heart.

He rolled his eyes, stood up slowly, and twisted his neck.

Suddenly, a stream of light flashed across the sky and flew in his direction.

"!!!"

Jin Bed was shocked, quickly cheered up, and stood up from the throne.

However, when he took a closer look, a hint of disappointment appeared in the depths of his eyes.

This flying man wore a black hood on his head, and his appearance could not be clearly seen, but his figure was very slender, far different from that of Indra.

Not Indra!

"Second brother, I'm here!"

The figure wearing a black hood landed on the high platform and made a familiar voice.

"Holliga!"

Jin Bed also recognized the person in front of him and read out his name.

The next moment, she slowly opened the black hood, revealing a smooth and beautiful face, which was Jin Bed's sister [Huo Lijia].

Huo Lijia has a very beautiful face.

No!

She is even more beautiful and coquettish now.

"Have you finished your penance?"

Jin Bed asked.

He heard from Master Sukara that Holijia had been practicing hard on Shiva since she churned the Milk Sea, hoping to receive blessings and restore her appearance.

Now it seems that Huo Lijia succeeded!

"certainly!"

The corners of Huo Lijia's mouth curled up slightly, and she raised her hands to gently caress her scar-free face, feeling extremely proud.

She was injured by the flames of Shesha, the Thousand-Headed Snake King, and her face was burned. Now she has restored her appearance through penance and received blessings.

"correct!"

"Second brother, why are there the sounds of Vishnu's sacrifice in your palace? Have you forgotten your elder brother's revenge?"

Suddenly, Holliga asked.

What? !

Jin Bed was suddenly startled, and then looked at the people around him with angry eyes.

“Who is worshiping Vishnu!”

Jin Bed said angrily.

"Forehead……"

The attendants around him pursed their lips, lowered their heads and looked at each other, not daring to speak.

"explain!"

Jin Bed gritted his teeth and said.

The surrounding Asura guards immediately knelt on the ground and trembled.

"The prince is still praising Vishnu!"

"Now the prince has to prepare fire sacrifices in the palace every day to praise Vishnu, non-stop!"

The Asura guard said in horror.

What? !

Jin Bed's eyes widened with anger burning in his eyes. He grabbed Asura's head and lifted it in front of him.

"Didn't I throw him into prison?"

Jin Bed was angry and puzzled.

"King, have you forgotten?" Asura's attendant shrank back, his voice trembling. "You have been here for almost seven hundred years, and the prince has come out long ago!"

ah! ! !

Jin Chan was so angry that he trembled all over and pushed the guard away.

"Bharaharata!"

"You won't change your mind, damn it! Damn it!"

Jin Bed said angrily.

Hearing this, Huo Lijia also heard what happened. She couldn't help but smile, raised her fingers to cover her red lips, and said with a smile: "It seems that your son, second brother, doesn't listen to you!"

"But I can help you, second brother!"

Huo Lijia smiled.

Um? !

Jin Bed suddenly turned his head and looked at Huo Lijia.

"explain!"

Jin Bed said.

A cold light flashed in Huo Lijia's eyes, she raised the gooseneck high and pinched it with her fingers.

Uh-huh!

A flame burned from her fingertips.

"This is the snake fire of Shesha, the snake king. I collected it after it was disfigured!"

"After my hard training, I received the blessing of wearing a hood and the flames would not burn. I entered the snake fire with him to see if his god could help him in the face of life and death!"