Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Qi Wu Yue touched the distraught child with her toes and said, "Then calculate how long it will take for her to be resurrected this time."

"Two hours."

"Maybe... shorter." The little Yin spirit added slowly.

"What if she comes back alive and finds us again?" The woman looked a little panicked.

Qi Wu Yue moved his wrist and snorted, "What resentful woman? Her true form is a wood demon."

"Wood has endless vitality. She can be reborn again and again for a long time, only because her mother root is still there."

The cause of the wood evil spirit is a part of the trunk of a tree, which was processed into a statue by chance. It has been worshipped by the people for a hundred years and has absorbed a lot of power of faith.

Only then can you embark on the path of Tao as a wood spirit.

"If we find the mother root and cut it off, I don't believe there will be enough energy for her to revive."

As Qi Wu Yue spoke, his eyes were always fixed on the little Yin spirit.

The little Yin Spirit's face instantly changed, and she said in a dry voice, "Does it have to be like this? Can't... can't you give her a chance to live?"

"She used to be really nice..." The last sentence was almost a murmur.

"You need to tell us what exactly happened." Xiao Lin squatted down, touched his head, and looked him straight in the eye.

A plaque with gold lacquer and a red background.

The Temple of the Goddess of Childbirth.

A statue of mercy visible at a glance.

It was a colorfully painted clay statue of a deity, with fluttering silk ribbons, a shawl draped over its shoulders, and its feet resting on a lotus pedestal.

The mud-gold crown is gorgeous, and the statue has a dignified face, with eyebrows raised like a crescent moon, eyes lowered with kindness as if looking down at the suffering beings, and lips pursed with a smile, without saying a word.

I guess this statue must have been very popular in the past, which is why it was repaired so exquisitely.

There is a necklace on the chest and armlets and bracelets on the arms. The accessories are extremely gorgeous and delicate.

On the plain brick platform base, the side is engraved with the vows of the past.

"Giving birth to children and bringing blessings, with unparalleled luck and fortune."

The lotus petals on the lotus pedestal are lifelike, and the body of the deity is tilted and flowing, as if it is flying and holding a child. One foot is stepping on the lotus pedestal, and the other foot is lightly raised and hidden under the hem of the skirt. The shawl is flowing and fluttering, and it is extremely soft and beautiful.

Her wrists are slender and delicate. She holds the child in her arms and looks down, showing infinite tenderness and grace.

An unopened lotus bud was pinched between the fingers of his left hand, and he was making a gesture to push it outward with his palm.

She wore a long skirt with the hem trailing on the ground, and she walked barefoot on a pointed lotus pedestal.

The statue has a gentle and beautiful appearance, and every part of its body is meticulously crafted, showing that it has been repaired countless times.

However, the arms of the statue were empty, and it was obvious that the child in its arms had been lost.

Qi Wu Yue narrowed his eyes, pointed at the statue and asked, "You said she used to look like this?"

The little Yin spirit nodded.

"You receive incense from others, but don't think of repaying the kindness, and instead bring disaster to the world." Qi Wu Yue sneered.

The little Yin spirit said anxiously: "That's not the case."

"What is that like? Tell me."

More than a hundred years ago, Xiahe Village suffered a flood.

The flood came from outside the mortal world and poured into the country. The water was so vast and merciless that it destroyed several villages in succession, including Xiahe Village.

A look of sadness flashed across the little Yin Ling's face, and after a pause he continued, "The disciples of Piyang Prefecture were unable to rescue them in time, and many villagers were drowned in the flood... me too."

"Xiahe Village is low-lying and has no hills or slopes. Many people fled to rooftops and temples. Although they survived, they could not survive for a few days due to lack of food. Some people just floated on the water holding on to wooden boards or rafts."

"But the rain kept falling and the water level kept rising. At that time, the villagers were almost in despair."

The little Yin spirit raised his head and glanced at the statue of mercy. "That's when she appeared."

A streak of green appeared in the sky, breaking through the dark rain curtain that covered the sky.

An extremely bright green light covered the entire world.

After the light, a dark brown, gnarled piece of wood sank into the flood. It was thin and tall, about two meters tall.

The edge of a emerald green bamboo leaf was as sharp as a blade, and the green light cut through the brown wood.

Sawdust flew up and down, gradually revealing a face as soft and beautiful as a woman, and then down, the neck, torso, arms, dress...

But in just a moment of breathing, a flawless wooden statue of a woman appeared quietly before everyone's eyes, as if it was created by nature.

Another mighty flood came, bringing with it huge waves, so high that it seemed to shatter the heaven and earth.

Just when everyone was panicking and hopeless, the wooden statue moved. She seemed to be unfamiliar with her limbs and slowly raised her arms.

Huge waves arrived in an instant.

The wooden statue finally raised its arm and pushed out with a palm.

The heaven and earth roared violently, and thunder shook the whole area.

It was as slow as a palm from an old woman, with an unquestionable and earth-shaking spirit, pushing out the flood inch by inch.

In an instant, the blue light was so blindingly bright that it forced those who looked directly at it to burst into tears. It was so painful that everyone closed their eyes involuntarily.

When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed dramatically. The flood had receded, leaving only a thin layer of moist and thorough mud and sand on the ground.

Everyone realized that it was that shocking palm strike just now that pushed back the catastrophic flood.

Qi Wu Yue suddenly raised his eyebrows with interest and interrupted: "You said... bamboo leaves?"

The little Yin spirit nodded.

Qi Wu Yue curled his lower lip, that made it much more interesting.

Xiao Lin saw that he looked strange, as if he knew something.

Bamboo leaves, bamboo.

His eyes flickered slightly. So that's it.

The little Yin spirit continued to recall.

The flood water receded, but the wooden statue remained in its place. She held the small clay figurine in her arms and looked down at it tenderly.

The rescued villagers were very grateful to the wooden statue and worshipped it as a god or bodhisattva. They built palaces and temples for it, offered incense, and sacrificed fruits and flowers.

Because she was holding a clay doll, he consulted with the craftsmen and named the plaque of the palace "Niangniang Temple" with three words, and painted it with gold lacquer and ink, and mounted it carefully.

The wooden statue is also respectfully called "the goddess who avoids water and delivers children."