The Powerful Wife: The Nation’s Strongest Goddess

Chapter 304 How could it be like this 1
Actually poured its bones with molten iron and cast a statue of it.

They used the most vicious spells to seal it inside the stone statue, let it continue to guard this land for them, and every time they worshiped it, they had to say a curse, and then burn incense and worship, making it life and death Imprisoned here, cannot be reincarnated and cannot leave.

When the spiritual power and merit are drawn by the curse, even if only the soul is left, it still hurts and hurts the lungs, but what hurts the most is the heart, the human being it deeply loves, and it is willing to do everything for them to protect their human beings , and in the end it did so to it.

Seeing them smiling all over their faces, kneeling in admiration in front of the bronze statue made of its bones, using curses to extract its power to protect them, its heart...

From now on, it will fall into darkness forever.

"Fuck, this is ungrateful to the extreme. How can this group of people be saved? They are all killed." Listening to the weasel's weeping blood every word, the five poisonous gases almost did not hit a single place.

I have seen wicked people, but I have never seen such wicked people.

If someone saved you, it's fine if you don't feel grateful, but you actually imprisoned the bones and cursed every day, your heart is so black, and your life is in vain.

Zhang Cheng also looked extremely ugly, and slapped the stone beside him: "Damn it, you should be killed."

With such a move, it is impossible to judge legally that he deserves to be killed, and it is reasonable to die ten thousand times.

"Calm down." The little monk Lingkong also had a very ugly face. He glanced at the angry Wudu and Zhang Cheng, and then looked at the hundreds of villagers who were trapped. Lingkong raised his head and looked in the direction of the weasel: "One side Words are inconclusive, Sister Yunmo, please wake up some villagers and let them talk about this matter."

Yun Mo, who had his back to Ling Kong, nodded faintly, and raised his hand to hook a few of the bound villagers. An old man and three children jumped up and were sucked in. Yun Mo saw To Weasel: "Undo their curse."

The weasel looked at the old man at the head with a look of deep hatred, but his subordinates didn't hesitate at all. With a wave of his claws, he undid the curse wrapped around them, and said with a sneer, "Then let them make it clear."

Black resentment flashed across, the dull-eyed old man and the three children blinked, and their eyes slowly regained their agility.

The old man who came back to his senses saw Yun Mo standing in front of him covered in ice, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "I remember that there is no such handsome junior in our village? Little girl, are you here to play? Our There is no fun in the remote mountains and remote areas, so you have to be careful when you are alone."

Subconsciously said a few words to Yun Mo, the old man realized something was wrong, he looked down at where he was standing, and at the place where he was cut by the sword of five poisons, the old man: "Hey, I Why are you here? Am I cooking at home? I... Oops, old Chuntou, Xiao Li, what's going on with you? Ahhh, what's going on? Why are you all here? God, this day is not right, this..."

When he finally saw the struggling villagers behind him and the dark sky above his head, the old man panicked immediately.

Yun Mo looked at the panic-stricken old man with a cold expression: "You..."

"Yeah, what a beautiful Huang Daxian, are you our patron saint Huang Daxian?" Yun Mo just opened his mouth, and among the three waking up children beside him, the youngest one, probably only three or four years old, stared at the weasel. direction, suddenly opened the mouth in surprise.

Yun Mo glanced over, this little boy could actually see the resentful weasel?

The weasel floating in mid-air looked coldly at the little boy who was looking down at it, his blood red eyes were full of murderous intent.

However, the child didn't understand murderous intent at all, and happily pulled the two little friends, ran two steps forward, stood under the floating body of the weasel, knelt down on the ground, and bowed to the weasel: "Huang Daxian, hello, my name is Xiaobao, I burn incense for you every year, do you remember me?"

The other two children looked at Xiaobao, and their expressions became excited: "Xiaobao, have you really seen Huang Daxian? Mom said Huang Daxian hasn't come out for hundreds of years."

"I know, my father said that Huang Daxian died to protect us. He must have been cultivating immortals for more than 100 years. Now he has finally become a fairy and came to see us. Xiaobao, Xiaobao, what does Huang Daxian look like, hurry up Say it."

Little Treasure, who hadn't mastered the kneeling posture very well, looked up at the floating weasel with a smile on his face: "Huang Daxian is so beautiful, she's so big, her whole body is golden like the sun in the sky, so beautiful."

The whole body is golden like the sun?
Yun Mo heard the child named Xiaobao describe the weasel, and his gloomy face gradually calmed down. If it wasn't for the pure and kind soul, he couldn't see the weasel in the form of resentment, and he didn't see the weasel on the outside. It was all wrapped in black resentment, and only the golden merits in the bones were seen. This child had such a perspective because of his wholehearted faith and love for the weasel.

Yun Mo glanced at the floating weasel, its eyes were still full of resentment, but when it glanced at Xiaobao and other children, the resentment revealed a faint trace of entanglement, but it was quickly submerged in powerful resentment.

Yun Mo asked in no hurry.

But at this time, the shocked old man heard what Xiaobao and the other three children said, and rushed towards Xiaobao and them together, holding Xiaobao excitedly and saying: "Xiaobao, what are you talking about, you saw Huang Daxian, real or fake?"

Xiao Bao raised his finger and pointed to the weasel floating above his head: "Really, it's right here."

The fear on the old man's face was replaced by ecstasy when he heard the words, and he kowtowed in the direction of the weasel: "Huang Daxian, I knew you would come back, you always appear when we are most in danger, you are always there Guard us, Daxian, save the villagers quickly, they don't know what's going on, they are all weird, Daxian, save them quickly."

Wudu, who was sitting on the boulder, couldn't bear it any longer after hearing the words, and said sarcastically, "Why do you have the nerve to ask it for help, where's your face?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Why am I embarrassed to ask the Great Immortal for help? He is our patron saint."

"Hahaha..." Just as he finished speaking, a laughter filled with thick sarcasm and resentment suddenly came from the air, and the weasel slowly showed its figure in the old man's eyes, the blood-red eyes almost Those who want to drip blood hate the old man: "Guardian god? Hahaha, do you have to force your god to protect you even after you die? It's ridiculous, you guys do such a thing,

You still have the face to beg me to save you today, help?No, I'm going to kill all of you. "

Amidst the bloody laughter, the weasel grabbed the old man with one paw.

Yun Mo raised his hand and waved away the paw of the weasel attacking the old man: "No hurry." Turning to look at the old man.

The old man looked at the weasel protruding from mid-air, and after a moment of surprise, he took two steps back: "You are not our Huang Daxian, you are black, our patron saint is yellow, you are not."

"Grandpa the village chief, it's yellow, but it's a beautiful yellow." Xiao Bao looked up at the shocked village chief with a puzzled face, how could it be black even though it was yellow.

"Yellow? Impossible, it's all black, and its eyes are still blood red, it's scary, no, it's not." The village chief only took one look at the weasel's eyes, and was scared by the resentment and murderous look inside. Make eye contact with it.

Xiaobao looked puzzled: "It's not scary, Daxian is so beautiful, his eyes are like blue gemstones, they are blue, I recognize them, why can't you recognize the color, grandpa of the village chief?"

After all, he stretched out his little hand to touch the weasel's body, but because he was too small, he couldn't touch it, he could only touch the position under the weasel's feet, but Xiaobao stood there with his hands up, as if he had already It's as happy as touching the feet of a weasel.

"Blue?" The terrified village head froze for a moment: "Our ancestors handed down the appearance of the Great Immortal with yellow and blue eyes, but it is obviously black."

"Want to know why it turned black?" Yun Mo interrupted suddenly.

The village head suddenly turned his head to look at Yun Mo, with a surprised and suspicious expression: "You know?"

"No, I don't know, you know it yourself." Yun Mo looked at the village chief expressionlessly, and with a wave of his hand, he broke through the black air spreading behind the hill, revealing an ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is not the ancestral temple in an ordinary village, but the Huang Daxian ancestral hall carved with patterns of weasels.

Inside was a statue of a weasel cast in molten iron. The incense in front of the statue was very strong. Although it has been completely extinguished now, there are incense candles and soot everywhere, and the usual grand occasion can be seen.

The village head was startled by Yun Mo's method, but the first thing he paid attention to was the situation in the ancestral hall: "Why did the incense go out? The incense in the ancestral hall of the Great Immortal must not be extinguished."

As he spoke, regardless of the situation around him, he rushed into the ancestral hall to light the incense and knelt down respectfully: "The blazing bone fire burns in all directions, protects the common people, and fulfills my wish, guard, town." A five-petal flower pattern was drawn on the chest, and then stood up and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Hiss..." Just as he inserted the incense in his hand, the weasel floating in mid-air suddenly tore softly, and his body, which was full of resentment, trembled slightly.

"Grandpa, the village chief, the immortal hurts so much, don't insert incense." Xiaobao, who was standing under the weasel with his hands up, suddenly yelled at the old man.

The old man, the village chief, was taken aback by the sudden scream, and with a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the incense again.

As he pulled out the incense, the trembling weasel regained its composure.

Yun Mo, who watched all this coldly, finally moved at this moment.

Walking slowly into the ancestral hall, he stretched out his hand to grab the incense stick in the old man's hand, Yun Mo sneered: "The soul-suppressing curse and the shadow pattern of the mandala flower are really done by your own hands."

Zhang Cheng, Wudu Lingkong, who was on the side, still didn't understand what was going on when he saw this scene. Wudu, who was the most jealous, ran over directly, pushed the slightly stunned village chief away with his palm, and scolded with his hands on his hips: "You are really inferior to a bunch of pigs and dogs!" Beast, it's not enough to die for your savior like this, but you also have to skin and cramp to suppress the bones, and then pull out its soul bit by bit to protect you, isn't it, it's disgusting.

You might as well die early if you are alive, this is also this weasel, if it were me, I would have wiped out all eighteen generations of your ancestors.I'm still saving you today, what the hell, I'm going to save pigs and dogs, but I won't save you beasts. "

"I don't want this match point." Zhang Cheng slammed his fist on the stone, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the weasel: "Say, how do you want revenge? I'll help you."

The little monk Lingkong shook his head, walked over and smashed the iron statue of weasel cast in molten iron with his palm, and took out a peach wood box from the center, which contained a bone, a weasel's skull.

With a silent sigh, the little monk Lingkong stroked the skull and began to chant scriptures softly.

Seeing this, the old village head was startled and horrified. He got up from the ground and rushed towards Lingkong. He almost broke down and yelled, "You dare to destroy the sculpture of Huang Daxian. Why do you do this? We don't know each other. Why do you destroy it?" Our statues, you...you will destroy Huang Daxian and become a fairy, you..."

Ling Kong stretched out his hand and waved away the rushing village head, with a calm expression on his face: "Chengxian? It is suppressed and cursed by you every day. The undead soul is already counted as having enough merits. Why do you have to pretend in front of us?"

The village head who rushed over was waved back by Lingkong, and instead of counterattacking at the first moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was shocked: "What suppression and curse? We don't have it."

The five poisons sneered at the side: "The curse of suppressing the soul, suppressing its flesh and blood so that it will not enter reincarnation, and will be trapped here for life and life. The mandala flower Yin pattern absorbs the merit and spiritual power of the suppressor to nourish itself. You don't have it, Is this what we did?"

Raising his hand, Wudu pointed at the weasel floating in mid-air: "Do you know why it is black? It is because of resentment, because of hatred, it will protect you at all costs, but you will never let it go until your death, Eviscerate Town Soul Curse takes turns.

He is black because it is the form of resentment, it has no way to condense into a solid body, it can only condense into a figure by year after year, day after day of resentment.Look at the black air all over the sky, look at the thick clouds, it's all resentment or hatred, it's all the monstrous anger formed by what you have done to it for hundreds of years. "

"No, no, it's not like this, it's not like this, we have no suppression, no curses..." Hearing this, the village chief took a few steps back uncontrollably, almost fell to the ground, his expression extremely flustered.

"Don't want to believe it?" Yun Mo looked down at the village chief who fell on the ground, and waved to the bound villagers in the distance: "Then just see the power of the words you chanted every day."

With a swipe, the hundreds of villagers recovered from the swaying, and before they had time to be surprised, Zhang Cheng directly ordered the flag to swing over, and the front part of the little finger of hundreds of men was chopped off.

(End of this chapter)