Chapter 88 Sayings (thanks to Tang Jiuhong for the monthly pass)
Heavy rain poured down, and with the death of the Shadow God, the evil power that permeated Dongshi Town gradually dissipated. The rain washed away everything, and the shadows of all the townspeople reappeared in the thunder.
"Grandma Zhou, Grandma Zhou is in trouble! The statue of the Shadow God in the temple collapsed!"
On the chaotic street, just when everyone had finished kneeling to Thunder and hesitated to move forward facing the deep entrance to the branch of the Ancient God Sect, not knowing what to do, a young man wearing a raincoat stumbled over and ran over screaming.
The young man's face was very frightened, as if something extremely terrible had happened.
The young man's shouting caused a sudden change in the expressions of everyone present, and the scene was instantly in an uproar.
A statue of a god is not just a simple clay sculpture. It is a medium for gods to gather faith and the face of a god. Therefore, destroying a statue of a god often means turning against that god.
"Why panic!"
After looking around at the chattering crowd, the leading old woman tapped her cane hard to signal everyone to quiet down. Then she turned her eyes to the young man in the coir raincoat in front of her and said in a deep voice:
"Erwazi, please lead the way. We will go to the Shadow Temple together. On the way, you will tell us what happened in detail."
The old woman's voice seemed to have a special magic power. After she spoke, everyone involuntarily stopped the discussion and followed the old woman obediently.
Heavy rain dampened the torches, and dark clouds obscured the moonlight. However, the group relied on the occasional flash of thunder to stumble towards the Shadow Temple.
There is a magnificent temple standing in the center of Dongshi Town. The light of the incense candles in the temple is like a lighthouse in the darkness.
Granny Zhou quickly stepped forward with the support of several young people and pushed open the covered temple door.
The moment the temple door opened, everyone's expressions froze.
In the main hall filled with incense, a tall statue of the god sat on a high platform. The statue had no head, and a two-foot-wide crack appeared on its body from bottom to top, like a sad sword mark.
Grandma Zhou pushed away the young man who was supporting her, dropped her crutches and threw herself directly in front of the clay sculpture head on the ground.
"Zunshen, I can't feel the breath of Zunshen anymore."
Grandma Zhou tremblingly stretched out her skinny hands like chicken claws and gently stroked the broken head of the statue on the ground. She no longer had the calm temperament she had just before, and murmured in a low voice like a madman.
The aura of the Shadow God disappeared. Thinking of the thunder that filled the sky before, the townspeople present could not help but look dim.
That fairy woman came here for no reason, and the Shadow God is probably in danger.
"How will we live without Lord Shadow God!"
After a while, a woman in the crowd who was holding two young children was the first to kneel down and cry bitterly.
Her husband died of an accidental illness before the child was born. Because there was a shadow god in the town, she didn't have to worry about food, so she reluctantly raised the child in her belly to such a big size.
The woman could not imagine how she and her two children would face the future life if she lost the Shadow God and no stable source of food.
The woman's sad cry aroused the emotions of all the townspeople present.
Some people are sad, some are happy, and some are angry.
But generally speaking, those who hope for the existence of the Shadow God are still in the majority. The situation in these years is not good, and most of the food depends on the gift of the Shadow God.
After all, people regard food as their first priority.
Noisy sounds kept coming and going in front of the Shadow Temple.
Suddenly, a gangster with a skinny head stood in front of the crowd. He picked up the hoe in his hand and knocked it hard on the ground.
"Everyone, listen to me. Let's go find the fairy and ask her to return the Shadow God. No matter what happens, you have to leave us a way to survive, right?"
"..."
As soon as he said this, everyone focused their attention on the little gangster.
The little gangster with the leprosy head had never experienced such a battle. Looking at the expectant eyes of the people below, he was so nervous that his legs kept shaking.
Fortunately, at this critical moment, Granny Zhou, who was crying uncontrollably, finally came to her senses. An old voice rang out, helping the leprosy-headed gangster.
"Xiao Ming is right. The fairy killed Zun Shen and should give an explanation to our Dongshi Town. Without Zun Shen, the livelihood of thousands of people in Dongshi Town will be cut off. I don't believe it. She is a
How can a cultivator be so heartless!"
"Yes! Let's go find that fairy and ask for an explanation!"
"Our Dongshi Town worships the gods and it doesn't hinder her. Why should she care about the internal affairs of our Dongshi Town?"
"Yes, yes. There are so many of us, how can she still kill us all?"
After Granny Zhou spoke, all the townspeople seemed to have found a backbone and pointed their spearheads at Chai Jiangcui.
The townspeople waved their hoes, ignoring the heavy rain on their heads, and hurried towards the entrance of the Ancient God's Cult branch.
Although some townspeople noticed that something was wrong, their personal strength could not withstand the general trend, so they had to get mixed in with the crowd and push forward.
Seeing the Pain Relief again, Jiu Lin'er no longer felt as scary as before, and was even in the mood to study the exquisiteness of the relief.
The demons of the Ancient God Sect pretended to be gods and played ghosts, but they were not easily destroyed by Chai Jiangcui in the end. In the final analysis, this spiritual world still respects strength. All ghostly tricks are blinding in the face of absolute power.
"Brother Ninth, after Ren Shizhen's mission is completed, can we rest for half a month?"
Jiu Lin'er smoothed the hair in front of her forehead and exhaled a long breath. Although she was completely playing tricks on this trip, she also saw the dangers outside the family and did not dare to underestimate the cult again.
The huge psychological change made her a little tired. Jiu Lin'er just wanted to have a good sleep and relax.
However, compared to his sister's optimism, Jiu Jiu's frown never loosened. Fidgeting with the broken soul-catching bell in his hand, Jiu Jiu sighed softly:
"We may not have much time to rest. I'm afraid something big has happened to the family."
The soul-catching bell is not an imitation. The old man in blood clothes once said that the two major families were ambushed by the cult and suffered heavy losses. Combined with the actions of the families in recent days.
Jiujiu speculated that the team that went to attack the Ancient God Sect's main altar yesterday was ambushed, but he didn't know how many people managed to escape.
With this thought in his mind, Jiu Jiu's eyes became more worried. The person who went to attack this time was the owner of the restaurant. If something happened to the owner, the restaurant would probably fall into a whirlpool of power struggle.
As soon as these words came out, several people also guessed Jiu Jiu's thoughts, but the Liu brothers remained silent. They were just small god-refining monks. So what if they knew about it in advance. At most, they could pack up their things and run away in time after returning to the banquet.
Road, their sect is not in Huazhou, so there is no burden when running.
Jiu Lin'er wanted to say something comforting, but thinking of the terror of the shadow army, he couldn't say anything.
The team that had barely spoken a few words became dull again, but fortunately the exit was already in front of them.
"It's raining."
When the sword blade opened the exit, Chai Jiangcui lightly stepped on a splash of water and looked up to the front.
The townspeople of Wuyangyang were standing quietly in the rain, looking at themselves and others with complicated eyes.