The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Because Jiang Zhixia has no magic power, she relies on her own blood to kill demons. Of course, she sometimes secretly uses the blood of other injured immortals. She thought that all the blood was gone, so don't waste it.

The habits I had at that time have not changed much to this day. Sometimes even using a hairpin will cut my hands, even if it doesn't use blood at all, it still has the effect of subduing demons.

After she was seriously injured and confused, she led the demon army to the edge of the cliff. But unlike what Gao Che said, she was not forced to jump off the cliff and survived with the help of the miasma at the bottom of the cliff. Instead, she killed all the demons who were chasing her, threw down her sword before the rescuers arrived, and jumped off the cliff to escape.

Xie Ze tightened his hands and said, "Don't you know that you didn't have magic power and couldn't fly at that time?"

"I only remembered after I jumped!" She replied solemnly.

Fortunately, she did not fall to death, but she suffered multiple fractures on her body and was taken in by kind-hearted villagers to recover from her injuries.

For a moment, she felt that being a god was really boring, so she might as well stay in the village and be a mortal. The people here are hospitable and live a simple but happy life.

After she could get out of bed and walk around, she was often taken to watch the sunset by the children, herding sheep and cattle with them, and even being chased and bitten by the village geese with them. She was bitten several times because of her poor legs and feet.

She felt there was nothing wrong with this kind of life.

That war made her see that the fairy world must be defeated and would never win no matter what. She no longer wanted to sacrifice herself for an unchangeable fact. When she gets better, she will notify Lin Yi and others and let them live here too. There is no need to worry about spiritual energy or spiritual energy. The fairy world will eventually perish anyway, and there is no need for gods to exist anymore.

Mortals can still live well without gods.

"That's what you think? You don't even want me?" Xie Zezhi felt aggrieved.

She smiled and sat on the other side, "Maybe I'll inform you too. But didn't I do that?"

"Why did you think about it again later?"

She shook her head, resting her chin on her hands and looking at the candles on the table, thinking a lot.

It wasn't that she figured it out and came back, it was that she was forced back by reality.

The influence of the defeat in the fairy world finally radiated here, and the demon broke the tranquility of the village. There was a Taoist priest named Mao in the village who took the lead in organizing the villagers to exorcise the demons. He told everyone not to expect gods to come to save them. Instead of waiting for death and praying to gods and Buddhas, it was better to rely on oneself.

That night, she saw how mortals protect their homes. With such determination and courage, they fought against monsters a hundred times more powerful than themselves. They used their own blood to compose a hymn of human courage.

The demon retreated, and they suffered heavy casualties.

She found Taoist Master Mao who hadn't spoken yet. The Taoist priest spoke first: "Mortals are very insignificant. With just a wave of your hand from you gods, we will suffer countless casualties. If you casually impose punishments from heaven, the mortal world will be filled with sorrow. You can surrender, you can go into seclusion. But we can't. As long as I have a breath, I will fight the devil to the end."

"why?"

"For ourselves, and for the sake of future generations, we will not have to suffer the ravages of the devil. We can live an upright life."

"Can you win?"

"Nothing is impossible as long as we unite. Don't forget, you gods were also human beings before you became immortals. It was we who sent you to the immortal world! What do we have to be afraid of?" The Taoist Master softened his tone and told her that he knew. Whatever happened to her, she knew that the Immortal World would definitely lose that battle.

She didn't argue. Even the spiritual energy is gone, how can we still fight?

The Taoist priest disagreed, "Aura is only one aspect. We Taoist priests can still draw talismans to eliminate demons without aura. You have always ignored a force. With it, you can change your life."

"What is it?"

"Mortal." He said: "Little fairy, the small village you are in is just an inconspicuous place in the Three Realms. How many such villages are there in the Three Realms, and how many villages experience such things every day, have you ever thought about it? ? Even if you call all the gods down from the sky, will you be able to protect me?

The only ones who can truly exorcise demons are mortals!

But without organization and leadership, they are in disarray. As long as someone leads, there will be earth-shaking changes.

My lifespan is limited and my influence is limited, but I can influence one person one by one. Maybe one day, like today, I will meet you..."

The old Taoist priest also died later, due to the second demon invasion.

But as he said, he influenced Jiang Zhixia. She gradually understood that the meaning of her existence was not only to love her classmates, but also to thousands of ordinary people.

Gods exist because they need them. This is the meaning of becoming an immortal.

After she led the villagers to fight off the demons, she moved what she learned from the old Taoist priests to Dongyao Mountain.

But the old Taoist priest didn't teach her much, so she was still groping forward. She also met some people who didn't understand her at first. They knew she was a god, so they pointed at her nose and cursed her without listening to what she said; some even threw stones at her to drive her away.

"Were you sad at that time?" Xie Zezhi felt distressed. Even though he could understand the anger of mortals, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable hearing that someone he valued so much was treated like this.

"It's okay. But at least I feel like I'm really doing something useful. It's nice to see them change."

She is always so optimistic.

Her sincerity finally moved the people of Dongyao. They slowly let go of their prejudices, listened to her arrangements, and built a protective wall for themselves.

But she couldn't leave Dongyao too far, and there were many problems she had never encountered before that she had to solve. She was alone, so she only protected Dongyao after two hundred years.

"Maybe it could be better," she said.

Xie Zezhi gently stroked her cheek and said with a smile: "You have done a lot of things alone that gods cannot do. You see further and think more than I do."

No wonder she let him stay. No wonder she looked so haggard when he came down from heaven to find her, maybe her injuries hadn't healed yet.

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

"Who told you to keep a straight face all day long at that time? Why should I tell you?" She was so confident that she wanted to write it on her forehead whether she would accept soft things or not.

"But I was less injured than Minghuo. Look at the way he was cut by me, but not a single blow hurt me~" She raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "If I hadn't jumped off the cliff It won’t hurt. Isn’t it powerful?”

Xie Zezhi nodded helplessly, "Awesome!"

She always had a bunch of lies waiting for him, and he really thought she couldn't do it, so he gave up teaching her completely.

"That's it? Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"

"Well... when Xu Xuan was having internal strife, I went to persuade Sima Lie to come out, and also helped him get rid of some traitors. So I have a very good relationship with him now."

"Any more?"

"There is one thing..." She hesitated, as if it was difficult to speak.

"Tell me, I can accept anything now."

She swallowed, poured herself a cup of tea, drank the tea in one gulp, and then said, "Do you know about the incident in which thirty-six of our Lingqing disciples died?"

"Yes, I know." He said: "You also went to sue the head of Xingchi, but the Emperor let him go because there was insufficient evidence, and you were also fined fifty lashes."

Thanks to him for turning the tide, otherwise she would have to go to the battlefield with whip wounds all over her body.

She nodded and said, "Then do you know that one hundred and eight disciples of Xingchi died later?"

"I know." Xie Zezhi was shocked, "You didn't do this too?!"

"I did it..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Jiexu and others who were eavesdropping outside the door rushed in.

"What did you say?!"

They were even more excited than Xie Zezhi.

This incident is a pain in the hearts of everyone in Lingqing. After the decline of Lingqing, the spiritual energy in the Lingquan could not support many disciples' cultivation, and other sects came to plunder it. Jiang Zhixia then asked all her disciples to go down the mountain and draw incense from the mortal world to survive.

Thirty-six of them were captured by Gao Che, imprisoned in a cave, and used as subjects for fun and experiments.

These thirty-six people suffered a lot and suffered a lot. Gao Che and the others also made several people into living puppets. If a disciple hadn't escaped from the cave and returned to Dongyao Mountain, Jiang Zhixia would never have known that such a thing had happened.

It's a pity that the disciple disappeared after saying these things, without even a chance to identify Xingchi.