Chapter 446 The Bride of the Water God

When the water god Tianwu completely dissipated and left.

Even Gong Gong did not speak, the murals on the wall slowly lit up, but began to dim a little bit, and finally disappeared completely. The stories that were once recorded here came from five thousand years ago, or even more. A long time ago, the past between man and god, the first acquaintance, and the companionship of thousands of years, finally began to disperse.

Immediately, the area where the water god once stayed, which was different from the human world, also began to collapse.

Water flows into it from all directions, trying to submerge all traces here.

Water God Gonggong raised his hand subconsciously.

The majestic water flow stagnated in an instant, and stopped pouring into the gap.

But soon, he withdrew his palm, and as the master of all waters in Shenzhou, he quietly watched as the last trace of the god who chose human beings and turned his back on gods returned to the river and sea, watched by the master of all waters Parting, perhaps after all, is the end of being able to match God.

But at this moment, the woman holding the umbrella opened her mouth and slowly came back to her senses. It seemed that it was at this time that she felt the pain, as if even the feeling of pain couldn't catch up with her just now.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't even make a sound, and finally let out a sobbing cry. The cry seemed to shatter his own soul, desperate and shrill, Gong Gong looked away , with a flick of his sleeve, both Wei Yuan and the woman were taken away from where Tian Wu was originally.

At this time, Wei Yuan and Gonggong are very aware of the experience of the woman holding the umbrella in front of them.

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

But he was rescued by Tian Wu who was in the river at that time.

Although she died, she also survived as a member of the water god. When Tian Wu was gradually forgotten by the world, gradually weakened and disappeared, only she was still trying her best to wake him up. She was weak and could not understand human beings. relationship with God.

We can only try our best to hope that the surging water system in the south of the Yangtze River can feed back Tianwu.

Gong Gong's expression was a little low, and he finally glanced at the lost woman:

"She... how to deal with it?"

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

"Although no real disaster was caused, it is also impossible to let her go like this... There is still a cause and effect and grievances from thousands of years ago to deal with. Afterwards, she should be brought to Longhu Mountain to see how the Celestial Master and the others deal with it Well, something like this will give them a headache."

"However, the best result is probably to keep the dragon and tiger forever."

Gonggong raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Yongzhen?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

Well, in front of this person, this cannot be mentioned.

If he got angry and hammered down, the owner of the Wei Pavilion might become Wei Yuanjiang.

He said without changing his face: "It is Yongzhen, there should be a time limit, but."

Wei Yuan's voice paused, sighed, looked at the woman with the umbrella in despair, and said:

"Thousands of years and Yongzhen...what's the difference in terms of existence transformed from human beings?"

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

In the end, neither the White Snake nor Yuanjue is the most qualified person to respond to the grievances and grievances of thousands of years ago. A novice monk, walking on the land of China; there is only one person, his body is dead and his soul is scattered, leaving only a ray of obsession.

On the Jinshan Temple, Wei Yuan brought the woman holding the umbrella to the old tree.

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

And under the old tree, because the woman led the water to flood the golden mountain, she completely lost everything—there is no longer a medical center left by her parents, she can no longer be the master of painting, she lost her marriage, and in the end a thousand The monk who was lonely for a thousand years and lonely for a thousand years looked at the woman and gently put down the broom in his hand.

Xu Xian knew everything about that year.

Hands up.

The woman bowed her head and waited to die.

In the end, the wrinkled palm of the old monk pressed the top of the woman's head, and after a long time, he just said flatly:

"Amitabha."

"...The poor monk forgives you."

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

And the monk in the gray robe has turned around, still holding the broom, and slowly sweeping the dead leaves under the old tree that seem to never be swept away. Life is so hard, why not let it go? If you can't let it go, it's okay, sweep it slowly, put it in your arms, maybe one day, when you look at the sky, you will suddenly let it go.

The old monk's brows were calm.

He no longer pursued the grievances of the year, but he didn't say anything more.

No one knew what was going on in Xu Xian's mind. Maybe it was because he felt that a thousand years had passed, and he didn't care to put it down; maybe it was because the monk's heart was harmonious, and he transcended his own thoughts and grievances.

Or maybe, this thread of thought now is nothing more than Buddha and that touch of white clothes.

Others can't stand it anymore.

Wei Yuan bid farewell to the monk who would dissipate at some point and return to the world.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the bottom of the mountain, when he turned his head, he saw a group of Taoist monks and Buddhist practitioners rushing in unison. Each of them carried a rather impressive aura of cultivation. These were members of the Special Operations Group. The real elite was Zhang Ruosu who asked the nearby action team members to arrive as soon as possible after Wei Yuan told Longhu Mountain Soul the news that the woman had been captured.

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

The young Taoist from Longhu Mountain looked at the woman who had no intention of resisting at all, and spoke to Wei Yuan. After getting a nod of approval, he took out various talismans to trap the woman, and brought her to the car. There were several cars back and forth, rushing to Longhu Mountain.

Wei Yuan sat in the last car.

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

Afterwards, what awaited that woman might be a millennium of suppression.

It may also be the punishment of the dark.

All the Taoists were very vigilant along the way, because they were warned. This was the root cause of the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River. Even if they were banned, even if they were secretly escorted by Wei Yuan, they could not relax their vigilance in the slightest.

In the face of such an existence, let your guard down, a careless move may be a catastrophe.

Jinshan Temple is on the side of Zhenjiang. At this moment, the car is going down the mountain, and the car is taking a small road. There are rivers everywhere near Jiangnan Road. In addition to the previous heavy rain, the water level has skyrocketed. There is a river on the side of the vehicle. While walking down the trail, the woman holding the umbrella raised her eyes, her voice was soft and peaceful:

"Can I stop for a moment?"

Many Taoist monks and Buddhist practitioners tensed up subconsciously.

Luck resisted, and then they heard themselves say the impossible words:

"good."

The cultivator who was driving felt a chill down his spine, and wanted to draw his sword but couldn't control himself at all. He turned the steering wheel suddenly. This has been blessed, and he almost waited for a car that carefully sealed the formation to turn directly towards the river. The car accelerated quickly.

Wei Yuan's eyes were calm. When they caught up with the car in front, the car stopped on the side of the road. The cultivator inside fell into a coma and was fine. But the woman holding the umbrella was walking forward and had already passed a long way.

The rest of the monks rushed forward.

Holding the sword, Wei Yuan leaned against the tree, but in the end he didn't make a move, but walked slowly behind.

The woman who was once abandoned by human beings, who was used as a living sacrifice by relatives, friends and clansmen, untied the large cloak on the outside, and at some point inside, she changed into a set of prosperous clothes. With an umbrella in her hand, she walked towards the rapids. river Da Jiang.

At the beginning, no one asked her if she wanted to live.

And now, no one asked her this question.

Amid the bursts of exclamation, Wei Yuan leaned against the tree with his sword in his arms, silently.

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

The Taoist disciple healed his fellow disciple and couldn't help but look up.

The woman in a red dress spread her arms and embraced the river. The water seemed to be embracing her. This was not an opportunity to escape, because at that moment, the soul that had survived for more than a thousand years dissipated, as if The spring snow under the sun does not leave a trace.

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

But her expression at this time was very peaceful.

The umbrella fell down and was swallowed by the current.

The sacrifice who was obsessed with being unwilling to die, finally wore the clothes and embraced death, the gods who loved humans because they accompanied each other for a long time, and the sacrifice who was abandoned by humans and saved by the gods, Wei Yuan quietly looked at this One scene—whether grievances or karma, or disasters and crimes, at least for this moment, the decision to go to death, the red clothes with flying sleeves.

Make her seem like the name of that cruel priest——

The wife of the water god.

PS: Today's third update... Buffer chapter, 2,800 words.

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

Going to sleep, always saying to go to bed early, but always encountering such a situation, lying dead... Try to adjust your work and rest, adjust your work and rest...