All the way to Kunlun, although the flood peak recedes, the sky seems to have a hole, and the rain has been falling non-stop. The world that was ravaged by the flood was devastated, and the victims were everywhere.
It is not uncommon to see beggars wailing and beggars along the road, selling their children and selling their daughters.
The bustling and bustling human world in the past seems to be just a fragile bubble phantom, washed away by a gentle flood, and no trace can be found again.
"It's only been raining heavily for a few days. How could such a fun human world become like this?" Wu Yuan walked on the road and stepped on the mud, looking at the skinny human children begging along the way, very unaccustomed to it. .
A little beggar grabbed his sleeve, bit his finger, looked at him pitifully with tears in his eyes, and begged for some food.
Wu Yuan thought for a while, and took out the bag where he was carrying dried small fish. It was made for him by Yunniang before going out.
"It's so pitiful, I'll give you some."
The bag has just been opened here, and the surrounding children are all surrounded by a clatter, big and small, all ages, one is more ragged than the other, and countless pairs of dark hands eagerly reach out to Wu Yuan to fight.
Immediately, a child was crushed, crying, begging, and scolding.
Wu Yuan was squeezed back to his original shape in the chaos, meowing in anger. Fortunately, Yuan Xianger lifted him by the back of his neck in time and brought him to the top of the roof.
The bag that Yun Niang sewed on purpose had a big hole, and the small dried fish inside was gone. Wu Yuan squatted on the roof with the suffocated bag in his mouth and swiped his tail.
Yuan Xianger took him into his hands to appease him, raised his head and asked Qingyuan, "Is there anything else we can do?"
Her time and experience in walking the world is far less than that of Qingyuan, and she has never encountered such a catastrophe in her life of less than 20 years, so she consulted this elder who has lived for 150 years.
"Actually, what we can do is very limited." Qingyuan sat on Cheng Huang's back and looked at the crowded crowd below, "When the flood comes, the power of the monks may be able to play a role. But after the flood recedes, the most important thing is During troubled times, most of the work of post-disaster reconstruction and resettlement of disaster victims can only rely on the imperial court and local officials, after all, there are too many people."
They were standing at a high position, overlooking the whole town, and they could see that there were already countless workers near the river embankment carrying sandbags and lumber in the mud, busy strengthening the embankment that had been soaked by the flood for a long time.
On the other side of the city, the Sanjun Temple with green tiles and red walls is full of fireworks. Countless believers come and go there, praying for good weather and a safe passage through the disaster year.
"More than a hundred years ago, I also felt that I could save all the people of the world with my own power." Qingyuan touched his chin, "It was only later that I realized that my personal strength is extremely limited. When you see hungry people on the roadside, you can Give them a little money; if you see people who are sick, you can give them a talisman; if you meet a wronged soul, you can recite the mantra for them. But that's all you can do. Just be ashamed.”
Du Shuo, who was standing by the side, spoke: "Ah Xiang, don't worry too much. Although human beings are very fragile, they are a very strong race. I have lived for thousands of years and have seen countless severe natural disasters. Countless powerful Races die in the world, but only human beings survive with unimaginable cohesion and tenacity, and eventually become the masters of this world."
The rain was like weaving, but it did not wet his long hair and robes. In the mist, you could see the faint waves of spiritual power under his feet.
On the river bank in the distance, the old river worker who was carrying sandbags in the rain suddenly stopped and said to a partner who was carrying materials behind him,
"Leizi, isn't there something wrong?"
"What?"
"The foot of the slope doesn't seem to be the same. Instead of loosening it, it has been compacted again, and the thickness is not right. It is much thicker than in the morning."
"Haha, I think you're dazzled. This river bank has been washed away by the heavy rain for these days. It's not bad if it doesn't collapse. How can it be thicker? Everyone steps up to block the hole. It's reasonable to go down to the dam to rest."
Du Shuo's innate ability is the power of space. Whenever he stops and rests along the way, he will silently use his spiritual power to reinforce the riverbanks along the banks that are precariously washed by the rain. The same is true at this moment.
Crane people have always been regarded as auspicious things by the sect of self-cultivation.
Such a noble and elegant Shenhe who has practiced for thousands of years, and can actively help human beings, makes Qingyuan envious when he sees it.
He approached Du Shuo cautiously: "Thank you for your help, you... seem to know humans well? You shouldn't hate humans, right?"
Yuan Xianger's apostle does not need to wear shackles or even give orders from her, but she will not attack humans, and is even willing to take the initiative to help humans.
Qingyuan couldn't figure it out, so he could only try his best to figure out how Yuan Xianger and the apostles got along.
Du Shuo glanced at him, exerted strength with his steps, and flew to stand on another roof ridge, dodging far away.
Cultivators of any sect are not among his favorites.
Why are you so indifferent to me? Qingyuan rubbed his face hard.
Is it really because I'm too old
Nan He came back from a distance and landed next to Yuan Xianger. He went to the town to buy food.
"Have you bought dry food?" Yuan Xiang'er asked.
Nan He nodded, and opened a bag of dry food everyone ate on the road to Yuan Xianger to see, "Someone deliberately hoarded food, which is twenty times more expensive than usual."
Having lived in the world for more than a year, he has a better understanding of market prices than Yuan Xianger.
"Why did you buy something so that you are all covered in ashes? You fought with someone else?" Yuan Xianger bent over and patted his clothes in confusion.
There was a loud noise from the street below, and the crowd hurriedly ran in one direction.
"The granary of Li Fugui's family was smashed by the falling iron from the sky, and the rice inside was spilled out, and it was washed everywhere by the heavy rain."
"The one who suffered a thousand knives, took advantage of the flood to hoard, and raised the price of rice so much, God will punish him!"
"Go, go! You can grab a little bit, and dinner is ready."
Yuan Xiang'er looked at Nan He in surprise: "What did you do?"
Nan He coughed, avoided her eyes, and handed Wu Yuan a separate bag of charcoal-grilled dried shrimp, "Here, I just found this."
"Ah, such a big dried shrimp is fresh, sweet, chewy, and delicious." Wu Yuan was finally happy to get the snacks again, "Thank you Nange. My Nange is the best, Nange is right in whatever he does. It's time to smash those unscrupulous traitors and give me... um, benefit those poor people."
Wu Yuan shared the newly obtained snacks one by one, even Cheng Huang had them, but Qingyuan was omitted.
Seeing that his apostles were munching on dried prawns, Qingyuan was almost obsessed with sourness.
He really doesn't know where he is, so why can't he get the closeness of these demons? He considers himself handsome and powerful. He also spent a lot of money refining Zhuyan Dan in order to maintain his youth and beauty. The apostles who treated Yuan Xianger were extremely gentle, but none of the demons had ever gotten close to him.
Everyone left this temporary stop and continued to move forward. On the way, but when there was a rest stop, everyone tried their best to help the local disaster victims. Nan He's star power, Du Shuo's space power, Yuan Xiang'er's various healing spells, have never been stingy.
The more the year of catastrophe, the greater the reverence of human beings for the gods, and the large and small temples seen along the way are suddenly crowded, and the incense is constantly burning.
Kunlun Mountain is the practice site before the ascension of Sanjun Patriarch. The closer it is to Kunlun, the more temples dedicated to the statues of Sanjun.
I just saw a temple here, and I didn't fly very far. In the distance, I saw a temple of the Three Monarchs standing on the island in the center of the lake.
In the puddles of water, the eaves are leaning against the green peaks, and the palace is under the blue stream.
"What has this god done to make so many people worship?" Wu Yuan asked.
"I heard that this patriarch traveled around the world before his ascension, saving suffering and suffering. He sympathized with the mixture of human beings and monsters and the endless suffering and suffering of human beings, so he used his great supernatural powers to separate the two worlds and exorcise demons. He created a comfortable and comfortable place for human beings by himself. the world."
Hu Qing has lived in the world for a long time, and he is very familiar with the legends of the market. He can explain it to Wu Yuan in a straightforward manner.
"Ah, so the two worlds were separated by this immortal?" Even Yuan Xiang'er could hear it.
"It's just a legend. In fact, no one knows how the two worlds are separated. It's just that this monarch has left a lot of miracles in the world. According to legend, he has great wisdom and is omnipotent, so everyone infers that he did it. It's just that after so many years, the number of demons in the world has decreased a lot, and today's people have forgotten the world that coexists with demons. Most of the worship to the Temple of the Three Monarchs is to pray for wealth and safety, for children and marriage."
A group of people were talking, and stopped in front of a farmhouse, wanting to borrow a fire.
After knocking on the door for a long time, a peasant woman came out to answer the door. Her dress was neat and clean, but her eyes were puffy and her hair was disheveled, apparently she had just cried a lot.
Hearing what everyone said, he didn't refuse. He nodded, pointed the kitchen in the courtyard to them, and let them use it, but he covered his face and went back to the house.
"You have worked hard all the way to do all kinds of disaster relief. Don't do anything, sit and rest, and I'll prepare lunch. Let's have a hot meal before continuing on." Hu Qing put on an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and thought about it. Those who wanted to help cross the Suonan River pressed back. Holding Wu Yuan's neck, he drove him aside to prevent him from making trouble.
Yuan Xiang'er smiled and held her arm, "Then it's hard work, elder sister. After such a long journey, I want to eat some hot nugget soup. It would be even better if I baked some shortbread. "
Hu Qing pinched her nose, "Okay, I see, you can rest too."
This is a nine-tailed fox. How many can you see in the world today? He is so gentle and considerate, understands rhythm, is good at pipa, and is so good at cooking.
Qingyuan glanced at his majestic apostle quietly, and seriously considered whether he could improve their relationship by holding his arm like Yuan Xianger.
The hot nugget soup was just eaten here, and there was a sudden cry from a woman on the other side of the house.
"Do you cry like this because you are jealous that we have delicious nugget soup?" Wu Yuan protected her bowl, "I won't divide it this time."
Only that cry was mournful and mournful, and it was unbearable to hear it.
Yuan Xianger and the others walked out of the kitchen to check. Inside the hut, they saw the farmer's daughter hanging a hemp rope over the beam. She was rescued by her father and brother. .
The owner of the farmhouse, whose surname is Yu, is in his forties, and bows to Yuan Xianger and the others with a helpless expression, "Something happened at home, and the guests laughed."
After Yuan Xianger's inquiry, Yu's father informed that Yujia Village where their family was located and several surrounding villages belonged to the land of the Sanjun Temple in the heart of the lake.
It is said that the Taoist priest in the temple is a master of Taoism. He enjoys the imperial salary and the land granted by the official family. He has been cultivating here for hundreds of years and has great prestige.
From time to time, he showed up to show some tricks to call the wind and the rain, and the surrounding people were afraid and convinced of him, and obeyed his words, but he did not dare to go against what he said.
Yu Lao Nong sighed: "This flood, the real person said that we and other villagers have offended the water god, which has caused the wrath of the gods. Therefore, we must offer a girl from each village to pay the gods to solve the disaster. Our village was flooded. I hit my daughter Pearl. Now the girls from other villages have already sent them over, but my family was reluctant to give up, and it was delayed for an hour and a half. People from the village kept coming and ordered my family to take a boat tonight. This is the last resort.”
The daughter raised her face, her face was lustrous and somewhat moving. Although she is a girl from a farm family, she is obviously loved by her parents very much on weekdays.
The little lady scrambled to the ground and cried, "If it's just to reward the gods, that's all, just throw yourself in the lake to die, and go to the left and right in vain. But she also said that if you want to go to the yin body, you must first send people to the three inner temples. Day, how can people endure this?"
The so-called "removing the yin body" means that the female body has too much yin qi, and she is afraid of colliding with the gods, so she must first be sent to the temple for a few days to be removed from the yin body by a male mage.
What kind of filthy idea was played here, anyone with a discerning eye would know. However, thousands of villagers in several villages chose to remain silent because the matter did not fall on their own. There is even a hat of righteousness, forcing the selected family to sacrifice their daughter quickly.
"You can't send my sister, instead of letting her suffer such a humiliation, it's better to fight with those people!" The young and energetic brother clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were splitting, "We will run away overnight, if we can leave, we will leave if we can't. Fight!"
The girl cried out of breath, "How can I implicate my parents and brother, my life is left and right, let me go away happily. In this life, I can be loved by my father, mother and brother for all these years, and it is not a waste to come to this world. gone."
Seeing her crying so tragically, Qingyuan couldn't hold back her cultivation after living for 150 years, and scolded a foul language, "Where's the scum from, occupying a little cultivation base and doing evil things like this. You don't have to wait. Cry, I will meet him when Daoye goes."
Yuan Xianger stopped him,
"A human cultivator, who can cultivate for such a long time, will not be too lowly in cultivation. When they fight rashly, the girls in the temple accidentally endangered their lives." Yuan Xianger said, "I have an idea, it's me. First pretend to be a pearl girl, go over to find out what's going on, bring them out, and then you can follow them secretly."
"no!"
"inappropriate."
"Can't."
"Ah Xiang, that is the lair of the old pervert!"
"It's alright, I have the Pisces Array to protect me. It's safer than you." Yuan Xianger thought it was feasible.
Nan He grabbed her arm, "I'll go, I'll change into a woman and go for her."
Yuan Xianger originally disagreed, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes, her smile gradually changed.
When Hu Sanlang was at home, he liked to be a man and a woman at times. Yuan Xianger was very interesting to watch.
It's just what Nan He's women's clothes look like
"Then you change first... Change one for me to see."