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When the water **** Tianwu completely dissipated and left.

Even if the co-workers did not speak, the murals on the walls slowly lit up, but they began to dim a little bit, and finally fell into oblivion. The stories that were once recorded here come from five thousand years ago, and even more. Long ago, the past of man and God, the first acquaintance, and the company of thousands of years, finally began to dissipate.

And immediately, the area that was different from the human world where the water **** once stayed also began to collapse.

Water poured into it from all directions, submerging all traces here.

Water God Gonggong raised his hand subconsciously.

The majestic current stagnated for an instant and stopped pouring into the gap.

But soon, he withdrew his palm, as the identity of the lord of the waters of the divine state, quietly watching when making a choice, choosing mankind, betraying the gods, the last trace of the gods returned to the rivers and seas, watched by the lord of the waters Parting, perhaps after all, is the end that can match God.

At this moment, the woman holding the umbrella opened her mouth and slowly recovered her senses, and then it seemed that it was only at this time that she felt the pain, as if she could not even catch up with the feeling of pain just now.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound. At last, I made a sobbing cry, as if to shatter my soul, desperate and stern, Gonggong withdrew his gaze. , With just a stroke of his sleeves, Wei Yuan and this woman were taken away from the place where Tian Wu was originally located.

At this time, Wei Yuan and Gonggong were very aware of the experience of the woman holding the umbrella.

It was chosen as a living sacrifice by a certain tribe and sacrificed to a certain river god.

But he was saved by Tian Wu who was in this river at that time.

Although she died, she also survived in the manner of the family 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 wake him up. She was weak and could not understand people. Relationship with God.

I can only try my best to hope that the surging of the Jiangnan water system can feed back to Tianwu.

Gonggong's expression was a little low, and finally glanced at the desperate woman:

"What will she... do?"

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I plan to thoroughly disturb the water system in the south of the Yangtze River with a spell."

"Although it did not cause a real disaster, it is equally impossible to just let her go...There is still a thousand years of cause and effect and grievances to be dealt with. After that, she should be brought to the Dragon Tiger Mountain and see how the celestial masters deal with it. , This kind of thing makes them a headache."

"However, for the best result, I am afraid it will be Yongzhen Longhu."

Gong Gong raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Yongzhen?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

Well, in front of this one, I can't mention this.

Annoyed with a hammer, the master of Wei Guan might turn into Wei Yuanjiang.

He didn't change his face and said, "It is said that it is Yongzhen. There should be a time limit, but."

Wei Yuan's voice paused, then he sighed, looked at the desperate woman holding an umbrella, and said:

"Thousand-year time and Yongzhen... what is the difference between beings that change from people?"

They took the desperate woman back under the waves of the East China Sea.

And the grievances thousands of years ago, whether it was White Snake or Yuanjue, was not the person most qualified to respond. White Snake still has a thousand years to come, only waiting for an opportunity to transform the dragon; Fahai reincarnated as Yuanjue, do A novice monk walking on the land of China; there is only one person, dead and soul scattered, only a ray of obsession remains.

At Jinshan Temple, Wei Yuan took the woman with the umbrella and came under the old tree.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would come back here so soon.

And under that old tree, because the woman guided the water over the golden mountain back then, she completely lost everything—there is no longer the medical clinic left by her parents, she can no longer be the sage hand of pill, lost her marriage, and finally a thousand years The lonely, lonely monk for a thousand years looked at the woman, gently lowering the broom in his hand.

Xu Xian knew everything about that year.

Raise your hand.

The woman bowed her head and waited to die.

In the end, the old monk's wrinkled palm pressed against the woman's head. After a long time, he just said flatly:

"Amitabha."

"...Poor monk forgive you."

The woman holding the umbrella trembled and raised her eyes in disbelief.

And the monk wearing a gray robe has turned around, still holding the broom, slowly sweeping the dead leaves under the old tree that seem to be inexhaustible, life is eighteen thousand hard, why not let it go? If you can’t let it go, it’s okay. Sweep it slowly and hold it in your arms. Perhaps one day, when the sky is right, you suddenly let it go.

The old monk has a calm eyebrow.

No longer pursued the grievances of the year, but did not say anything more.

No one knows the thoughts in Xu Xian's heart, perhaps because he feels that the millennium is over, it doesn't matter to put it down and pick it up; perhaps it is because the monk's heart is round and detached from his own thoughts and grievances, but overlooking everything in the world, just feeling that all beings are suffering.

Or maybe, this ray of thought is now, but with the Buddha and that white robe.

The side can no longer tolerate it.

Wei Yuan bid farewell to the monk who would dissipate and return to heaven and earth.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the mountain, when I turned my head, I saw a group of Taoist monks and Buddhist practitioners all rushing together. Everyone carried a very good cultivation base aura. These were from the Special Operations Group. The real elite was that after Wei Yuan told Dragon Tiger Mountain Soul the news that she had captured the woman, Zhang Ruosu asked the nearby action team members to arrive as soon as possible.

"Then this person will be handed over to us."

The young Taoist from Longhushan looked at the woman who didn't have the slightest sense of resistance, and spoke to Wei Yuan. After getting the nod's consent, he took out various talisman instruments to trap the woman and brought it to the car. Several cars drove to Longhu Mountain.

Wei Yuan sat in the last car.

Looking at the scenery flashing on both sides of the window, I thought to myself.

After that, what awaited that woman was perhaps a thousand years of suppression.

Or maybe it's a dark punishment.

All Taoists were very vigilant along the way, because they were warned. This was the root cause of the Jiangnan disaster. Even if they were blocked, even if they were secretly escorted by Wei Yuan, they could not relax their vigilance at all.

In the face of such an existence, relax your vigilance, if you are not careful, it may be a catastrophe.

Jinshan Temple is on the side of Zhenjiang. At this moment, when the car is coming down the mountain, the car is walking on the small road. And this Jiangnan Road is originally full of rivers. Coupled with the previous heavy rain, the water level has skyrocketed. When the trail was flowing, the woman holding the umbrella raised her eyes, her voice soft and peaceful:

"Can you stop for a while?"

Many Taoist monks and Buddhist practitioners have subconsciously tightened their spirits.

Luck resisted, and then they heard the words they could not say:

"good."

The monk who drove had a cold back. He wanted to draw his sword but couldn't control himself. He slammed the steering wheel. This had been blessed, and he almost agreed to a car that had been cautiously blocked and turned directly towards the river. The car speeded up quickly.

Wei Yuan's eyes were calm. When they caught up with the car in front of him, the car stopped on the side of the road. The monk inside fell into a coma without a major problem, while the woman holding the umbrella was walking towards the front, a long way past.

The rest of the monks rushed quickly.

Wei Yuan held the sword and leaned against the trees, but finally did not make a move, but slowly walked behind.

People who were once abandoned by humans, women who were used as living sacrifices by relatives, friends and clansmen, unbuttoned the large cloak outside. UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn’t know when, she changed and made a set of prosperous clothes in her hands. Supporting the umbrella, stepping towards the swift river.

No one had asked her if she wanted to live.

And now, no one asked her this question.

In a burst of exclamation, Wei Yuan held his sword against the tree, silent.

There was a melodious singing sound coming from behind, as if it came from a very distant past, the voice was crisp and pious, and the sound of the water seemed to be in my ears.

The Dao Sect disciple treated his fellow disciples and couldn't help but look up.

A woman in red costume spread her arms and hugged into the river. The water seemed to be hugging her too. This was not to take the opportunity to escape, because at that moment, the soul that had survived for more than a thousand years disappeared, as if The spring snow under the sun leaves no trace.

Any creature wants to live, and the feeling of death must be painful to her.

But her expression at this time was very peaceful.

The umbrella fell down and was swallowed by the current.

The sacrifice that was once attached to the sacrifice that was unwilling to die, finally wore that suit and embraced death. Because of the long years of company with each other and loves the gods of mankind, and the sacrifices abandoned by mankind and saved by the gods, Wei Yuan watched this quietly. One scene—regardless of grievances or cause and effect, or disasters and crimes, at least for this moment, the decisiveness when rushing to death, the flying red clothes.

It made her as if it really resembled the name of that cruel sacrifice—

The wife of the water god.

ps: The third update today...the buffer chapter, two thousand eight hundred words.

The number of words must be less, there is no way.

Sleeping, I always say go to bed early, but I always encounter this situation again, lying down...Try to adjust your work and rest...

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