Demon King’s Repayment

All the way to Kunlun, although the flood peak receded, but the sky seemed to have leaked a hole, and the patter of rain kept falling. The human world that has been ravaged by the flood is devastated and the victims are everywhere.

It's not uncommon for people to mourn and beggars along the road, and sell children and women.

The prosperous and lively world of the past seems to be just a fragile bubble phantom, washed away by a gentle flood, and no trace can be found.

"It's just a few days of heavy rain. How did such a fun human world become like this?" Wu Yuan walked on the road, stepped on the mud, and looked at the skinny human children begging along the way. He was very uncomfortable. .

A little beggar grabbed his sleeve, bit his finger, looked at him pitifully with tears in his eyes, begging for some food.

Wu Yuan thought for a while and took out his bag of dried fish, which was specially made by Yun Niang before going out.

"It's so pitiful, let me give you some."

The bag was just opened here, and the surrounding children clattered around, all of them all ages, each of them more ragged, and countless pairs of dark hands eagerly stretched out in front of Wuyuan to compete.

Suddenly, a child was squeezed down, crying, begging, yelling and cursing.

Wu Yuan was squeezed back to her original shape in the chaos, meowing in anger. Fortunately, Yuan Xiang'er lifted his neck in time and brought him to the high roof.

The bag specially sewed by Yunniang broke a big hole, and the dried fish in it was gone. Wuyuan crouched on the roof with aggrieved bag and swept his tail.

Yuan Xiang'er grabbed him to comfort him, raised his head and asked Qingyuan, "Anything else we can do?"

Her time and experience in walking the world is far less than Qingyuan, and she has never encountered such a catastrophe in her life less than 20 years, so she consulted this elder who has lived for 150 years.

"In fact, we can do very limited things." Qingyuan sat on Cheng Huang's back and looked at the crowds underneath. "When the flood comes, the power of the monks may be able to play a little role. But after the flood recedes, the most In troubled times, most of the post-disaster reconstruction and resettlement work can only rely on the court and local officials. After all, there are too many people."

They stood at a high position, overlooking the whole town. There were already countless workers near the river embankment carrying sandbags of wood in the mud, busy strengthening the embankment that had been soaked in the flood for a long time.

On the other side of the city, the temple of the Three Kings on the red wall of the green tiles is full of fireworks and countless believers enter and leave there, praying for a smooth weather and a safe and peaceful year.

"A hundred years ago, I also felt that I could save the people of the world with my own power." Qingyuan touched his chin. "Later I realized that personal power is extremely limited. You can see the hungry people on the roadside. Give them some money; see the people who are suffering from illness, you can give them a talisman; you can recite the rebirth mantra for them when you meet the dead souls. But there is only this that can be done. In the face of catastrophe, this trip is trivial. I just want to be ashamed."

Standing on the side, Dushuo spoke: "Axiang, don’t worry too much. Although individual humans are very fragile, they are a very tough race. I have lived for thousands of years and have seen countless severe natural disasters. There are countless powerful ones. Races perish in the world, but only humans survive with unimaginable cohesion and tenacity, and eventually become the masters of this world."

The rain is like weaving, but he has never drenched his long hair and robe. In the mist, you can see the faint fluctuations of spiritual power under his feet.

On the embankment in the distance, the old river worker carrying sandbags in the rain suddenly stopped and said to a partner carrying materials behind him,

"Leizi, is there something wrong?"

"What?"

"This **** foot seems to be different. Instead of loosening it, I saw that it was compacted again. The thickness is not right. It is much thicker than in the morning."

"Haha, I think you are dazzled. The river embankment has been washed by heavy rain for a long time. It is not bad if it does not collapse. How can it be thickened? Everyone should step up to block the holes and go down to the dam to rest."

Dushuo's natural ability is the power of space. Whenever he stops on the road, he will silently use his spiritual power to strengthen the river banks that are precariously washed by the rain. The same is true at the moment.

The crane tribe has always been regarded as auspicious by the cultivation sect.

Such a sacred crane, who has cultivated for thousands of years, is noble and elegant, and can actively help mankind, makes Qingyuan feel envious.

He approached Dushuo cautiously: "Thank you for your help, you... seem to know humans well? You shouldn't hate humans, right?"

Yuan Xiang'er's apostle didn't need to be yelled at, and she didn't even need to give orders, but they would not attack humans, and even willing to actively help humans.

Qingyuan couldn't figure it out, so he could only try his best to figure out how Yuan Xianger and the apostle got along.

Du Shuo glanced at him, exerted his strength with his feet, and flew up to another roof ridge, avoiding it from a distance.

The monks of any sect are not among his favorites.

Why are you so indifferent to me? Qingyuan struck his face vigorously.

Is it really because I am too old?

Nan He came back from a distance and fell to Yuan Xianger's side. He went to town to buy food.

"Did you get dry food?" Yuan Xianger asked.

Nan He nodded and opened a bag of dry food that everyone ate on the road to Yuan Xiang'er to see, "Someone deliberately hoarded food, which is twenty times more expensive than usual."

After living in the world for more than a year, he has a better understanding of market prices than Yuan Xianger.

"Why did you buy something that made you all gray? Fighting with others?" Yuan Xianger bent over and patted his clothes in confusion.

There was a noise in the street below, and the crowd hurriedly ran in one direction.

"Li Fugui's granary was smashed by meteorite iron from the sky, and the rice filled with rice leaked out. It was washed everywhere by heavy rain."

"The one who suffered a thousand knives, took advantage of the water disaster to hoard and raised the price of rice so much. Oh, God must punish him!"

"Go, go! I can get a little bit, and the dinner is over."

Yuan Xiang'er looked at Nan He in surprise: "You did it?"

Nan He coughed, avoiding her eyes, and handed a separate bag of charcoal-roasted dried shrimp to Wu Yuan, "Here you are, I only found this."

"Ah, such big dried prawns are fresh and sweet, chewy and delicious." Wu Yuan was finally happy to get the snacks again, "Thank you Nan. My Nan is the best. Nan is right for everything. I should smash the unscrupulous merchants and give me... Uh no, for the welfare of the poor people."

Wu Yuan shared the Shinde snacks one by one, even Cheng Huang had them, but Qingyuan was missing.

Seeing that his apostles were chewing dried prawns, Qingyuan was so sour and almost obsessed.

He really doesn't know where he is, so why can't he get close to these monsters? He considers himself handsome and powerful. He also spent a lot of money to refine the Zhanyan Pill in order to maintain his youth and beauty. The apostles who treated Yuan Xianger along the way were also extremely gentle, but no demon had been close to him.

Everyone left this temporary stop and continued to move forward. Along the way, but when there was a break, everyone tried their best to help the local victims. The power of the stars of Nanhe, the power of space crossing the Shuo, and Yuan Xiang'er's various healing spells have never been stingy.

The more the year of the catastrophe, the greater the awe of the gods by human beings, the large and small temples that we saw along the way were suddenly crowded and incense continued.

Kunlun Mountain was the cultivating site before the ascension of the ancestors of the Three Kings. The closer to Kunlun, the more temples dedicated to the statues of the Three Kings.

I just saw a temple here. I didn't fly far. I saw a temple of Sanjun standing on the island of the lake.

Amidst the swaths of water, the flying eaves are nestled against the green ridges, and the palace is surrounded by blue streams. The palace is graceful and magnificent.

"What exactly did this **** do that can be worshipped by so many people?" Wu Yuan asked.

"I heard that this ancestor traveled through the world before ascending. He felt compassion for the mixture of humans and monsters, and the sufferings and sufferings of human beings are endless. Therefore, he displayed great magical powers to separate the two realms of Fuli and expel demons. With his own power, he created a comfortable and comfortable place for mankind. The world."

Hu Qing has lived in the world for a long time, and he knows the legends of the city well, so he explained it to Wu Yuan.

"Ah, did this fairy separate the two realms?" Even Yuan Xiang'er listened.

"It's just a legend. In fact, no one knows how the two realms are separated. It's just that this **** has many miracles in the world. According to the legend, he has great wisdom and omnipotence, so everyone infers that he did it. It’s just that after so many years, the number of monsters in the world has greatly reduced, and the people nowadays have forgotten the world that coexists with monsters. Worshiping the Sanjun Temple is mostly to pray for prosperity and peace, and for marriage."

The group of people talked and stopped in front of a farmhouse, wanting to use the fire to hit the tip.

After knocking on the door for a long time, a peasant woman came out to answer the door. Her dress is neat and tidy, but her eyes are swollen and her hair is unruly. It is obvious that she has just cried bitterly.

Hearing what the crowd said, he did not refuse, nodded, pointed at the kitchen in a courtyard, and let them use it, but he covered his face and went back to the house.

"You have worked so hard for all kinds of spells and disaster relief along the way. Don't do anything, sit and rest, I will prepare lunch. Let's eat hot and then continue walking." Hu Qing wrapped his apron, rolled up his sleeves, and thought. Those who wanted to help cross the Shuonan River all pressed back. Carrying Wuyuan's neck, he drove him aside to prevent him from making trouble.

Yuan Xiang'er smiled and took her arm, "Then hard work, sister, after walking for so long, the wind and rain, I want to eat some hot pimple soup. It would be better if I bake some shortbread. "

Hu Qing squeezed her nose, "Okay, I see, you can rest too."

This is a nine-tailed fox, how many more can you see in the world today? He is so gentle and considerate, understands the rhythm, is good at pipa, and his cooking skills are still so good.

Qingyuan quietly glanced at his arrogant apostle, and seriously considered whether he could improve their relationship with Yuan Xiang'er holding his arm.

The hot pimple soup here had just been eaten, and suddenly there was a sorrowful woman crying from the room on the other side.

"Because we are jealous that we have delicious pimple soup, do you cry like this?" Wu Yuan protected her bowl, "I won't divide it this time."

Only the cry of sadness and mourning was unbearable.

Yuan Xianger and others walked out of the kitchen to check. Inside the hut, they saw the farmer’s daughter hanging a twine on the beam. She was unable to succeed. She was rescued by her father and brother. Now she is lying in her mother’s arms and crying. .

The owner of the farmhouse, whose surname is Yu, is more than 40 years old, and he looks helplessly to Yuan Xianger and the others, "Something happened at home and the guests saw a joke."

After Yuan Xianger's questioning, Yu's father informed that the Yujia Village where their family is located and several surrounding villages belong to the Sanjun Temple in the center of the lake.

It is said that the Taoist Master Wuwang in the temple is a master of Taoism and enjoys royal salaries. The land granted by the officials has been repaired here for hundreds of years, and he has great prestige.

From time to time, he showed up to show some tricks to call the wind and the rain. The surrounding people were afraid of him and obeyed, but he did not dare to violate what he said.

Yu Laonong sighed: "In this flood, the real person said that we and the villagers offended the **** of water, which caused the gods to wrath. Therefore, we must offer a girl from each village to reward the gods in order to solve this crisis. Our village is unlucky. I caught my daughter’s pearls. Now the girls from other villages have already sent them away, but my family is reluctant to give up, and it was delayed for one and a half days. People from the village kept coming and ordered my family to have a small boat to send people tonight. This is a bad idea."

The daughter raised her face, her complexion radiant, quite moving. Although she is a farm girl, she is obviously loved by her parents on weekdays.

The little lady robbed the ground and cried, "If it's just for rewarding the gods, it's nothing more than throwing into the lake to die, and going to the left and right innocently. But she also said that she wants to... go to the Yin body, and first send people into the view. For three days, how can people endure this?"

The so-called yin body removal refers to the body of a woman who is too yin qi. For fear of colliding with the gods, she must first be sent to the temple for a few days to be removed by a male wizard.

Everyone with a discerning eye knows what kind of sloppy ideas are playing here. However, thousands of villagers in several villages chose to remain silent because the incident did not fall to their own homes. There are even those who use the hat of righteousness to force the selected people to sacrifice their daughters quickly.

"I can't send my sister. Rather than let my sister suffer such humiliation, we should fight with those people!" The young and energetic brother clenched his fists, stunned, "We flee overnight, if we can walk, if we can't. Fight!"

The girl cried out of breath, "How can I inflict my parents and elder brother, it is my life, let me go quickly. This life can be loved by father, mother and brother all these years, it is not in vain. It's time."

Seeing her crying so terribly, Qingyuan couldn't hold back even after living for one hundred and fifty years of cultivation. He cursed a swear word, "Where is the scum, occupying a small amount of cultivation. Weep, I will meet him when Daoye goes."

Yuan Xianger stopped him,

"Human monks, who can practice for such a long time, their cultivation level will not be too low. They fought hastily, and one of the girls in the temple took their lives for nothing." Yuan Xianger said, "I think of an idea, it's me. First pretend to be Pearl Girls, go and explore the situation, bring them out, and then follow them secretly."

"No!"

"inappropriate."

"No."

"Axiang, that's the lair of the old pervert!"

"It's okay, I have a Pisces formation. It's safer than you." Yuan Xiang'er thought it was feasible.

Nan He grabbed her arm and said, "I'll go, I will change into a woman and go for her."

Yuan Xianger initially disagreed. Hearing the latter half of the sentence, he was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes, his smile gradually changed.

When Hu Sanlang was at home, he liked to be a man and a woman. Yuan Xianger looked very interesting.

Just what does Nanhe's women's clothing look like?

"Then you change first... change one to show me."