People of later generations, have you ever heard that when people in the past offered sacrifices to the water god, it was the highest ritual?
If you don't know, I'll tell you.
Choose a good and auspicious day.
What day is it?
It would be best if it is the birthday of the legendary Water God.
Then, near the turning point of the water flow, a nine-story high platform was built with white soil to hold the most precious sacrifices. They were sacrifices for the water god. People in tribal times and ancient times could get them.
There is only one highest sacrifice.
Children who match their birth date.
Rub the body with vanilla.
Wear rich and solemn clothes.
Standing on a high platform while singing a mysterious song.
"You will be the pride of the whole family."
"Go and serve the gods."
"After you go, we will set up a sacrifice for you, and your parents will take good care of you."
"Everyone knows that there is a story like this. You are the one who voluntarily sacrificed yourself to control the flood...how kind."
The water was surging, and the elders and people knelt down devoutly and respectfully, hoping that they could resolve the disaster in their hometown.
Children dressed in costumes are treated like saints.
His wrists and ankles were tied with hemp ropes or even stones.
Saints and pride, why are they treated like this?
Because even those who say such things know it.
Everyone wants to survive.
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The past seems to be a scene I have seen before flying by.
The figure holding the umbrella looked calmly at the city in front of him. The originally wide and flat streets were now filled with parked cars. These creations of modern technology could no longer perform their duties at this moment. The person holding the umbrella calmly moved forward.
, causing waves and wind, and the water level of the river flowing through the city began to surge.
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In the East China Sea.
Wei Yuan watched the talisman in front of him slowly disappear.
Gonggong's superficial consciousness transformed into a tall man.
Wei Yuan is not short in height, but Gonggong is much taller than him. He looks at least two meters tall, but gives people a slender and handsome feeling, as if this figure is just right. Gonggong moved his wrist,
With a smile on his face.
Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuanjue and Bai Niangzi, asking them to wait here.
"Don't worry, we'll come as soon as we go."
"It shouldn't take too much time."
"You are here."
Yuan Jue worriedly said: "Master of the Guard, you..."
Wei Yuan coughed a few times and said calmly: "I will accompany Gonggong to see the human world."
Water God Gonggong laughed: "These few words are quite bold."
"It's strange, it's strange. If you had such a character back then, then I shouldn't have had any impression of you."
Wei Yuan just replied: "People can change."
"Everything you experience will change you."
Without commenting, Gonggong moved his wrist and clasped his fingers slightly, then a thousand winds surged, Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and in just an instant, he had left the depths of the East China Sea where he had just been.
The impact of what Yuanjue and Bai Niangzi saw was even greater.
Because it is not moving at high speed.
Instead, it directly exchanges the "water" here and there, including the things in the water.
This move was light and easy.
If we talk about Buddhism, perhaps it can only be described as "the only dharmas on this shore and the other shore".
Even with the mentality of a monk, after witnessing such a devoid of any pyrotechnics, it took a long time for him to come to his senses and whisper with emotion:
"Amitabha……"
"Is this the water god?"
"I'm afraid the so-called magical powers of the Buddha in the legends compiled by the Pure Land Sect are not as good as those."
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By the time the water surface broke, Wei Yuan had already seen the city and the cracks in the mountains and seas in the sky - even if he killed Yin Zhu, these cracks did not recover naturally. This was normal, just like someone smashed it.
Once the door is opened, even if you try to break the robber down, the door will not be restored by itself just because the robber was shot.
And therefore, there is a clear tendency for China to separate from other countries.
Gonggong looked at the modern high-rise buildings and the steel jungles, his face seemed a little surprised, and said: "...Is this a modern human tribe?"
"It's not a tribe, it's a city."
"City...ah, yes, in the era when I was sleeping, your houses were still very low and very ordinary. At least the places where most people lived were low and simple, and many people even lived in caves.
Yes, after just a few thousand years, it has developed to what it is now, which is great."
Gonggong's tone was filled with admiration.
Then the conversation changed and he said: "It makes me want to bring China back into the rule of God even more."
Wei Yuan said: "The divine state of China..."
Gonggong raised his eyebrows: "Huh... you still don't agree, do you?"
Wei Yuan looked at the modern city shrouded in mist and rain, thought for a while, and replied: "If it were divine rule, five thousand years later, maybe we would still be living in stone houses, at most, they would just be better-looking stones.
house, and it will never develop to the extent it is now."
"But no matter how beautiful a cave is, it is still a cave."
Gonggong said: “There is no longer any God, even to the point of abandoning God.”
"Is this the reason why you have developed so far in just five thousand years?"
Wei Yuan thought for a while and simply replied: "Five thousand years is a long time."
Gonggong said calmly: "Really?"
He looked at the misty rain in the distance:
"To God, five thousand years is just a slightly longer dream."
One person and one god almost immediately discovered the most fundamental difference in their thinking. After a moment of silence, Wei Yuan changed the topic and asked: "You said that god from Jiangnan Road is a traitor?"
"good."
"Then who is He?"
Gonggong did not answer, but said: "You will know when the time comes."
"Yeah?"
After pondering to no avail, Wei Yuan asked: "Then what will you do to Him?"
Gonggong laughed, looked at Wei Yuan, and asked:
"How will you treat traitors?"
This topic was cut off again, and the existence that was suspected to be a water god captured the spirituality of the Yellow Turban Warriors left by Wei Yuan. The Yellow Turban Warriors were based on the true spirit imprints in the sky. Once the Water God removed these true spirits,
Erasing the spirit is equivalent to killing the Yellow Turban Warrior in a real sense.
But because of this, Wei Yuan was able to grasp the position of the water god at this moment and rushed straight towards it.
At this moment, the entire Jiangnan Road is shrouded in endless mist and rain. The rain can hardly be described as raindrops, but long pale needles, densely penetrating into Jiangnan Road. Originally, the water level was high due to autumn rain at this period.
The rising rivers are dancing like pythons and poisonous dragons.
Wei Yuan was in a trance for a moment, feeling that he had seen this scene before somewhere.
Flooding the golden mountain?
He recalled what Yuanjue and White Snake had said about his previous life.
I saw a figure holding an umbrella in the water from a distance.
The true spirit of the Yellow Turban Hercules was captured under the umbrella.
Wei Yuan did not hesitate, and took a slight breath of inner breath to suppress the pain caused by the cancerous cells in his body. He summoned the Iron Eagle Sword in his palm. The Iron Eagle Sword trembled and screamed. The water god sensed the evil aura and stopped moving. The water around him
Surging and roaring.
Wei Yuan slashed out with his sword, but the opponent raised his hand to stop him with an umbrella.
The huge roar was almost like thunder.
The surrounding rain and rivers seemed to have their own spirituality, turning into chains and weapons to attack Wei Yuan instantly.
Obviously, Wei Yuan's appearance was not concealed from the other party.
Wei Yuan glanced at the heavy rain around him. The rainwater continued into extremely fine lines.
I am afraid that my presence has already been noticed when I stepped into the huge rain curtain covering the south of the Yangtze River... I thought slightly, shook my hand and drew my sword. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, rolling past like thunder, and the rain curtain suddenly stopped.
, the man holding the umbrella had a crack on his sleeves, and took half a step back.
With one move, Wei Yuan judged that the opponent was not as good as himself in close combat.
But the power of gods does not lie in this.
With several powerful attacks in succession, he already had the upper hand.
Just when Wei Yuan was about to continue to take action to seal the victory, he suddenly heard a faint shout.
Behind is a bridge, and under the bridge is the river that is raging at the moment.
There are vehicles stuck on the bridge.
Wei Yuan just glanced at it and saw the conspicuous color of primary school buses, and there were more than one of them, densely packed on the newly built bridge. At this time, the bridge deck showed a pale color, accompanied by the bridge
The roaring river surges below, almost like a ritual.
There are children on the school bus.
Once washed into the current under the bridge, it is almost impossible to survive at this height and depth of the river.
'Do you know what the best sacrifice is to the water god?'
Faintly, there seemed to be a voice whispering.
There was almost no hesitation. The sword in Wei Yuan's palm was originally activated with the power of thunder, but at this moment it turned into a light sword style, forcing the man holding the umbrella back, and then appeared on the bridge. Almost at the same time, Ben
The extremely turbulent river exploded wildly.
The waves crashed and almost shattered the entire bridge.
At least from the outside looking in at this moment, the young man holding the sword was too small under the huge waves of the river.
Wei Yuan was in a daze before his eyes.
Floods, waves, and crying children.
Have you experienced this scene as well?
In an instant, blurry images flashed before my eyes. It was the city of the Song Dynasty, the willows and swallows in the south of the Yangtze River, and then? The river that swallowed up everything familiar, and there was no hesitation in taking action to block the river with a sword...
Will he die?
Will you be afraid of death?
The last thoughts and thoughts that I had had naturally emerged in my mind.
How could you be afraid of death?
When a man dies, he dies. He has no regrets about others and himself. It is a great blessing for the prodigal son from Jiangnan to die in Jiangnan. What is there to feel regretful about?
This is what I originally thought...
But I thought about how she would cry if she saw my dead body.
I suddenly felt a little guilty.
And what suddenly came to mind was the figure of a girl in red.
It was very blurry and disappeared almost instantly.
But Wei Yuan's heart felt a slight sting.
There was even a feeling of loneliness, which made his sword sluggish for a moment, and at this moment, the entire wave had fallen down, and the water flow rushed like thunder, crashing down with majestic momentum, just like the weight of the year.
Now, the thief blocked the river with his sword and died from exhaustion. The water god holding the umbrella closed his eyes with a calm expression and turned around to leave. However, after only a few steps, he suddenly heard a slight sound.
The sound is getting louder and more intense.
That's the sound of swords.
besides……
Wind!
The umbrella-holding water god's pupils shrank.
The howling wind seemed to come from the nine heavens. He turned his head suddenly. The scene was the same as the water flooding the golden mountain, but it ushered in a completely different ending in this world - a sword light swept across, and the waves were chopped into pieces.
, then the breeze circulated and spread violently, and the rain seemed to have lost its gravity for a moment, and just stagnated in the air, and you could almost clearly see the sky reflected in every drop of rain.
then,
Wei Yuan clasped the five fingers of his left hand together.
The storm spread violently with it as its core.
The rain was instantly swept away by the wind and collided with the rain curtain, erupting into large white sprays.
The umbrella-holding water god was forced by Qi and took a step back, frowning.
The strength of the swordsman in front of him exceeded his expectations.
There was no intention to get entangled, he made a decision immediately and raised his hand to control the water. According to the plan, the entire Jiangnan Dao water system would riot in an instant. The rushing water in the Yangtze River and the heavy rain falling from the sky would directly cover Jiangnan Dao completely. In his eyes
His expression was calm and indifferent, and he had a winning chance.
The power of time cannot be stopped by any monk.
The courage of a mere ordinary man.
How can it be compared to my thousand-year plan?
It has been a full thousand years. In this thousand years, there have been many attempts and many plans. All omissions and possibilities have been anticipated, and preparations have been made for all possibilities.
The solution is ready for today.
Now that the trend has been established, who can stop it?
The umbrella-holding water god, who was called a traitor by Gonggong, thought to himself, raised the umbrella in his palm slightly, and looked forward.
I want to see my opponent clearly.
Then I saw a young man wearing black and red clothes slowly sheathing his sword.
Then he saw the tall and handsome man behind him, and saw the corner of his mouth raised into a smile.
The man holding the umbrella is stagnant in his thoughts.
Water God Gonggong.
PS: Buffering chapter, third update...
Thirty-eight hundred words
After the ball is over, my work and rest time has returned directly to the time of the underworld. I go to bed early and go to bed early. I hope I can adjust my work and rest time back and lie down... I will see if I can stabilize my work and rest time during this period, otherwise my body will not be able to bear it. Sigh...