When the water god Tianwu completely dissipated and left.
Even Gonggong didn't speak. The murals on the wall slowly lit up, then began to dim little by little, and finally disappeared completely. The stories that were once recorded here came from five thousand years ago, and even more.
The past, the first acquaintance between man and God, and the companionship for thousands of years, long ago, finally began to fade away.
And immediately, this area where the water god once stayed, which was different from the human world, also began to collapse.
Water pours into it from all directions, submerging all traces here.
Water God Gonggong subconsciously raised his hand.
This majestic water flow stagnated in an instant and stopped pouring into the gap.
But soon, he withdrew his palm. As the master of all water veins in China, he quietly watched as the last trace of the god who chose human beings and abandoned the gods returned to the rivers and seas when he made a choice. The master of all waters watched.
Parting may finally be the way to match God.
At this moment, the woman holding the umbrella opened her mouth and slowly came back to her senses. It seemed that it was only at this time that she felt the pain, as if even the pain could not catch up with her just now.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, he let out a whimpering cry. The cry seemed to break his soul into pieces. It was desperate and sad. Gonggong looked back.
, with just a flick of his sleeves, Wei Yuan and the woman were taken away from where Tian Wu originally was.
At this time, Wei Yuan and Gonggong were both aware of the experience of the umbrella-holding woman in front of them.
Selected by a certain tribe to be a living sacrifice, sacrificed to a certain river god.
But he was saved by Tian Wu who was in the river at that time.
Although she died, she survived as a descendant of the water god. When Tianwu was gradually forgotten by the world and gradually weakened and disappeared, she was the only one who was still trying her best to revive him. She was weak and could not understand human beings.
Relationship with God.
We can only try our best to hope that the surge of the Jiangnan water system can feed Tianwu back.
Gonggong's expression was a little downcast, and he finally glanced at the lost woman:
"She...how to deal with it?"
Wei Yuan exhaled and said: "I plan to use magic to completely stir up the water system in Jiangnan."
"Although no real disaster was caused, it is also impossible to let her go... There is still a cause and effect and grudges from a thousand years ago to be dealt with. After that, she should be taken to Longhu Mountain to see how the Celestial Master and the others deal with it.
Well, things like this will give them a headache."
"However, the best result is probably to suppress the dragon and tiger forever."
Gonggong raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Yongzhen?"
Wei Yuan: “…………”
Well, I can't mention this in front of this person.
If he gets angry and hits his head, the leader of the Wei Hall will probably turn into Wei Yuanjiang.
He said without changing his expression: "It's said to be Yongzhen, so there should be a time limit, but..."
Wei Yuan paused, sighed, looked at the lost woman holding the umbrella, and said:
"Thousands of years of time and Yongzhen... what is the difference between existences that have changed from humans?"
They took the lost woman back to the waves of the East China Sea.
In the end, neither White Snake nor Yuanjue is the most qualified person to respond to the grudges that occurred thousands of years ago. White Snake still has a thousand years left to live, and is only waiting for an opportunity to transform into a dragon; Fahai reincarnated into Yuanjue and became the
A novice monk walks on the land of China; only one person is dead and his soul is gone, leaving only a trace of obsession.
At Jinshan Temple, Wei Yuan took the woman holding an umbrella to the old tree.
But he didn't expect that he would come back here so soon.
And under the old tree, because this woman guided the water to flood the Jinshan Mountain, she completely lost everything - she no longer has the medical clinic left by her parents, she can no longer be the painting master, she has lost her marriage, and finally a thousand
The monk, who had been lonely for many years and had been lonely for a thousand years, looked at the woman and gently put down the broom in his hand.
Xu Xian knew everything that happened that year.
Raise your hand.
The woman lowered her head and waited for death.
In the end, the old monk's wrinkled palm pressed on the woman's head. After a long time, he just said calmly:
"Amitabha."
"...I forgive you, poor monk."
The woman holding the umbrella trembled and raised her eyes in disbelief.
The monk in gray robe has turned around, still holding the broom, slowly sweeping the dead leaves under the old tree that seem to be endless. Life is full of eighteen thousand hardships, why not let it go? If you let go,
If you don’t put it down, it doesn’t matter. Scan it slowly and put it in your arms. Maybe one day, when the sky is just right, you suddenly put it down.
The old monk's eyebrows were calm.
He no longer pursued the grudges of the past, but he didn't say anything more.
No one knows what Xu Xian is thinking. Perhaps he feels that a thousand years have passed and there is no need to put it down or pick it up. Perhaps it is because the monk has a harmonious mind and transcends his own thoughts and grudges. Instead, he overlooks everything in the world and only feels that all living beings are suffering.
Or maybe, this thread of thought is just a representation of Buddha and that touch of white clothes.
There is no room for anyone else.
Wei Yuan bid farewell to the monk who would disappear and return to the world at some unknown time.
Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the bottom of the mountain, when he turned around, he saw a group of Taoist monks and Buddhist practitioners arriving together. Each one of them carried a rather impressive aura of cultivation. These were members of the special operations group.
The real elite was Zhang Ruosu who asked the nearby action team members to arrive as soon as possible after Wei Yuan informed the Longhu Mountain Soul about the capture of the woman.
"Then, this person will be handed over to us."
The young Taoist from Longhu Mountain looked at the woman who had no intention of resisting, and spoke to Wei Yuan. After nodding in agreement, he took out various talismans, trapped the woman, and took her to the car.
Several cars came in front and back, rushing towards Longhu Mountain.
Wei Yuan sat in the last car.
Looking at the scenery passing by on both sides of the window, I thought to myself.
After that, what awaits the woman may be a thousand years of suppression.
Or maybe it's a punishment in the dark.
All the Taoists were very vigilant along the way because they had been warned. This was the root cause of the Jiangnan disaster. Even if they were banned, even if they were secretly escorted by Wei Yuan, they could not relax their vigilance at all.
Faced with such an existence, if you let your guard down, one careless move may lead to disaster.
Jinshan Temple is on the Zhenjiang side. When you come down the mountain, you take a small road. However, near Jiangnan Road, there are rivers everywhere. Coupled with the previous heavy rain, the water level has skyrocketed. There are rivers on the side where the vehicle is driving.
As they were flowing down the path, the woman holding the umbrella raised her eyes and said in a soft and peaceful voice:
"Can I stop for a moment?"
Many Taoist monks and Buddhist practitioners subconsciously tightened their spirits.
Luck resisted, and then they heard themselves say the impossible words:
"good."
The monk who was driving felt a chill running down his spine. He wanted to draw his sword but couldn't control himself at all. He turned the steering wheel suddenly. This had been blessed, almost as if a car that had carefully blocked the formation turned directly towards the river. Several cars behind it
The car accelerated quickly.
Wei Yuan's eyes were calm. When they caught up with the car in front, the car was parked on the side of the road. The monk inside fell into a coma and was not seriously injured. The woman holding the umbrella was walking towards the front and had already passed far away.
The other monks rushed away quickly.
Wei Yuan held his sword and leaned against the trees. In the end, he did not take action and just walked slowly behind.
The woman who was once abandoned by humans and was treated as a living sacrifice by her relatives, friends and tribe took off her large cloak. I don’t know when the inside changed into a set of rich clothes. She held an umbrella in her hand and stepped towards the rapids.
of rivers.
No one asked her at the beginning if she wanted to live.
And now, no one asks her this question.
Amid the bursts of exclamations, Wei Yuan leaned against the tree with his sword in his arms, silently.
There was a melodious chanting sound coming from behind, as if it came from the very distant past. The sound was clear and pious, and the sound of water seemed to be in my ears.
The Taoist disciples treated their fellow disciples and couldn't help but look up.
The woman in red dress spread her arms and embraced into the river. The water seemed to be embracing her. This was not to take the opportunity to escape, because at that moment, the soul that had survived for more than a thousand years dissipated, as if
The spring snow under the sun leaves no trace.
Every living thing wants to live, and the feeling of death must be painful for her.
But she looked very peaceful at this time.
The umbrella fell down and was swallowed by the current.
The sacrifice that was once persistent and unwilling to die finally wore those clothes and embraced death. The gods who loved humans because of their long years of companionship, and the sacrifices that were abandoned by humans and saved by the gods. Wei Yuan watched this quietly.
One scene - regardless of grudges or cause and effect, or disasters and crimes, at least for this moment, the determination to rush to death, the red clothes with flying sleeves.
Make her seem like the name of that cruel priest——
Wife of the Water God.
PS: The third update today...the buffer chapter, 2,800 words.
The number of words must be less, there is no other way.
When I go to bed, I always say to go to bed early, but I always end up in this situation, lying dead... Try to adjust your work and rest, adjust your work and rest...