When leaving Lianghe Town, Yuan Xianger entered the River Temple at the mouth of the town by herself.
It was raining outside, and there were no other pilgrims in the temple, only an elderly temple congregation was adding balsamic oil to the sleeping lamp. On the altar sits the statues of Youshui and Yuanshui, two water gods. Youshui and Subai are very similar.
The Yuanshui water god with a human face and body vaguely resembles Danluo, but the artistically processed god statue looks majestic and solemn, which distorts Danluo's arrogance and unruly.
"It's raining again, this year's momentum is not right," Lao Miaozhu rambled in the dark corner,
"Yuanshui hasn't had a flood in decades. Don't have an accident this year."
"Did Yuan Shui often flood in the past?" Yuan Xiang'er couldn't help but ask him.
"Once upon a time, there were frequent floods here, and everyone was in awe of the river god. They worshiped the river god every year, built river banks, and planted trees to pray for good weather." Lord Nianhe Shen has changed his temper and is much gentler, but fewer people come to worship."
He stepped out of the mottled threshold with an oil barrel, and opened an oil-paper umbrella in the heavy rain outside the door, "It is up to the sky to adjust the rainfall and manage the water. I can't blame ghosts and gods."
Yuan Xianger lit a stick of incense, worshiped three times in front of the plain-white god, and inserted it into the incense burner.
"He is dying, please help him." A voice suddenly sounded in the temple.
Yuan Xiang'er raised her head, the gentle face of the deity became a little illusory after the blue smoke.
"Senior Su Bai, is that you?"
No one could answer her completely, but the repeated voices kept reverberating in the dimly lit temple.
"Please help him."
"Please help him."
The gods who are obviously dead, but because they don't trust their friends, they are still stuck in the world in some form.
Yuan Xianger offered up the bundle of small fishing lines that Su Bai had given, and the fishing lines could guide the way and find people. After the spiritual power was injected, the silver-white lines raised their heads and flew into the distance.
The dark clouds in the sky were ruined, and the rain gradually stopped.
On a deserted rocky shoal, eight warlocks each occupy one of the eight trigrams positions, concentrate their energy, cast spells, and constantly recite mantras. On the complicated array plate, the golden normals were interwoven into a mesh, tightly binding the monster with a fish tail.
The monster's eyes were crimson red, and it struggled desperately with its tail flapping in the dazzling golden fishing net.
"Bold monster, you have frequent floods and disasters to the world. Now I give you a chance, and obediently join me in order to wash away your sins and cross your avenues of cultivation."
Daoist Xuji was carrying a patterned bronze sword, his long beard fluttered, and he looked like a fairy, standing in the air and scolding.
On the contrary, his young master, Qingyuan, was sitting on the back of the apostle, with one foot bent and one hand supporting his chin, looking at Dan Luo in the formation with great interest.
Dan Luo turned his head, half of his face was covered with blood, and his eyes of resentment emerged from the blood curtain.
"Hypocritical human beings, when I was born, there was no human race of yours in this place. I turned into a river, and I am free and free. What's the sin? Why do you want me to accommodate the human race that suddenly appeared."
"You!" Xu Ji drew his sword out of its sheath, "As a monster, the world is so ill, yet dare to speak out nonsense."
"Joke, what is a god! What is a monster! It's just the words of your human race." Danluo couldn't move his body, but he would never show weakness, "I want to say that the human race is the disease in this world, I have lived for so long, I have never seen a race as selfish, greedy, cruel and ignorant as you humans. Over time, it will eventually become a disaster, and it must be you humans who will harm the world."
Void extreme anger, stretched out his hand and stabbed forward with a sword.
Qingyuan lowered his mount from the air and stopped Xu Ji, "I have an idea, not bad. I have accepted this aquarium."
He looked down at Danluo who was lying on the array, "I won't tell you anything. If you can beat me, I deserve to be eaten by you. Now that you can't beat me, you have to be obedient to me. ."
Black scales appeared on Danluo's face, and he opened his mouth at Qingyuan, revealing staggered sharp teeth.
Semi-demonization is a sign of the demon's anger.
Qingyuan coldly lowered the hole, "Tie it up."
Two disciples came up next to Danluo's head with a refined muzzle—all of their mounts were uniformly equipped with such instruments for restraining livestock. Then he was forced to cut his arms backwards and fasten them with iron chains. Even the tails of the fish were tied, and finally the talisman for punishment was affixed.
Danluo refused to give in and struggled desperately. Several people couldn't hold it back together, and he stumbled back when he hit him.
Qingyuan, who was sitting on the side, stretched out a finger and recited the mantra,
"Thunder!"
There was a continuous thunderstorm above the head, and several silver lightning bolts with thick arms fell from the air, hitting the unyielding demon in the magic circle one after another.
After the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the monster that was burned by the electric torture curled up, looking at Qingyuan with fierce eyes, and even gradually brought a provocative smile.
"Why is this," Qingyuan sat on the lion's back, withdrew his spell, and slowed down his voice, "I heard that you and Youshui Shuijun have a deep relationship, and you are regarded as a river god. Isn't he also a human monk? As long as you are willing to be my apostle, I can do whatever he gives you. What do you want? Spirit stones, inner pills, secret medicines, treasures? The regular offerings in the teaching must be much more than him. ."
"A person like you deserves the name Tisubai?"
"He is a friend of mine, but you want to see me as a sword and turn me into a servant." Danluo said, with a wanton smile in his tone, "You just said something wrong, even if I fight But you don't have to be your apostle, there is another way."
A bloody smell suddenly filled the air, strong and pungent, which could not be achieved without a large amount of blood donation.
Qingyuan frowned,
"not good!"
He reacted immediately, pushing a few apprentices behind him with one hand, and turning around with one hand to cast a body-guarding formation.
His sight was fascinated by a blood mist, and there was a long-lost pain on his skin.
Qingyuan was thrown to the ground by a huge force. When he grabbed his injured arm and got up, the rain of blood dissipated, leaving a truncated fish tail on the magic circle on the ground.
On the surface of the river, the vortex was not even, and the blue waves were stained with blood. The fish demon broke off the fish tail that was locked by the magic weapon, and broke out a powerful killing move with a blood sacrifice. It broke away from the constraints and jumped into the water to escape.
It's just that the tail is broken like this, and he is seriously injured, I am afraid that he will not live long.
Even if you die, are you unwilling to be appointed as an apostle for human beings
Qingyuan, who was obsessed with raising apostles in captivity, felt a little shaken about his behavior for the first time.
At this moment, the sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl with many apostles descended from the sky with a group of demons.
"Where's Danluo?" Yuan Xianger asked with a frown.
She saw the blood on the ground and the severed tail.
Yuan Xianger knew that she had a heart to escape, and she didn't know how to deal with Danluo, who had a bad heart for mankind. Therefore, they simply did not interfere with the pursuit of the Qing Yi Sect. At this moment, looking at the bloody scene in front of her, she frowned.
The shiny fishing line extended to the docked tail, where it stagnated for a moment, then turned to the river and quickly extended, and the shiny slender fishing line was buried in the bottom of the river.
"That monster is too fierce, and it has to escape from its self-inflicted body. Even my master was accidentally tricked." Xu Ji interjected from the side.
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Yuan Xianger hold out a dark blue ball, and the blue ball was rolling in the palm of his hand, emitting a light blue luster that enveloped Yuan Xianger's body.
Yuan Xiang'er didn't say a word, and ran wildly, under the protection of the blue light, without any scruples, immersed in the stormy river.
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There is a vast reed beach, with no one in the wild, and a dilapidated boat across.
The reeds are like snow, and the boats and trees have been unused for a long time.
The seriously injured Danluo fell on the bow of the boat, and the half-truncated fish tail was dragged out of the boat and soaked in the water.
He closed his eyes, his body was completely bloodless, and he didn't move, as if he had been dead for a long time.
A shiny fishing line emerged from the bottom of the water, found his body with precision, and shook it around his shoulder.
Danluo's eyes barely opened a line, and he saw the people who came ashore following the fishing line.
"Danluo."
He heard the man calling his name.