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

There were actually signs of the conflict, but it happened so suddenly that no one expected it.

So when the wood spirit came back from outside the body to cure the people.

Just crazy.

For more than a hundred years, Niangniang Temple has always been prosperous, with more and more people coming to worship. At first, it was people from Xiahe Village, and later people from other villages came. Word of mouth spread, then to ten, then to a hundred, then to a thousand.

In the end, almost everyone in Heshui Town came to worship the Goddess of Fertility.

The wealthy businessmen in the town with considerable assets were also more willing to invest in the repair of the Niangniang Temple, sculpt a golden statue for it, and donate large amounts of incense money.

In previous years, this money was originally used to donate to Piyang Prefecture.

Now his fortunes have plummeted and he has lost most of his sources of livelihood.

The disciples of Piyang Prefecture, who were proud cultivators, were too embarrassed to go to the door and ask for donations, so they could only live a very hard life which was extremely humiliating.

In the entire mortal world, there are dozens of Piyang Prefectures, but only the Piyang Prefecture in their Heshui Town has lost its prestige.

They were so overwhelmed by a wooden and clay statue that came from nowhere that their lives became difficult and their reputation was completely humiliated.

At that time, many disciples of Piyang Prefecture had complaints, but they were temporarily suppressed by the Lord of Piyang Prefecture, so no conflicts or grudges arose.

Three years ago, perhaps due to drastic climate change or the plague infection in the neighboring town, children in Heshui Town began to develop a strange type of chickenpox.

The epidemic not only caused infection, but also left countless doctors helpless, with no cure whatsoever.

Countless people flocked to Niangniang Temple with their children in their arms to pray.

Mu Ling was also extremely anxious, but her spiritual power could not completely cure the chickenpox. She could only suppress it temporarily to prevent it from getting worse.

So her spirit could only shuttle back and forth between households, running back and forth, so busy that she hardly had to keep her feet on the ground.

She had warned the little clay dolls and the little ghost to stay in the temple and not cause trouble.

Mu Ling didn't come back for several days.

The little clay doll and the little ghost were waiting in extreme boredom until the domineering and trouble-making young master of Piyang Mansion arrived.

That day, dusk fell in the west.

A child dressed in brocade clothes and a man wearing the uniform of a disciple of Piyang Prefecture suddenly broke into the Niangniang Temple. Not only did they beat up the incense burners guarding the temple, they also threatened to tear down the statue of the Niangniang.

"Sir, you can't do that!" The incense burner hurried forward to stop him.

Even though the kid in brocade clothes had only recently received the spirit into his body and his cultivation was only at the first level, he was far from being something that ordinary people could stop.

The incense burner was kicked by him and flew backwards instantly, hit his head on the table and fainted.

The table and the plates of offerings on it fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The little Yin spirit went to buy him candied haws, leaving only the little clay doll nestled in the arms of the statue.

The little clay boy clenched his fists and endured it again and again, watching the man in brocade clothes holding the magic sword high and about to chop at A Niang's statue.

The little clay doll couldn't help it any longer.

He jumped down from the arms of the statue, stepped on the spiritual sword of the child in brocade clothes, slid down along the smooth sword body, and kicked with his small body.

The clay doll kicked the child in brocade clothes, causing him to stagger backwards, leaving a deep mud mark on his forehead.

He used the impact to flip backwards flexibly and landed steadily on the overturned table.

"You little bully, you dare to come to my mother's territory to cause trouble, why don't you leave with your tail between your legs?" The little clay boy said threateningly in a deep voice.

The child in brocade clothes took several steps back and was caught by the disciple from Piyang Prefecture beside him.

The disciple of Piyang Mansion said, "It's just a piece of mud evil spirit, young master Moyou, let me take care of it."

"Get out of here! I don't need you to meddle in my business!" The child in brocade clothes was furious and slapped the disciple in the face without any mercy.

The disciple covered his face and stepped aside, lowering his head with an unfathomable expression.

The sword in the hand of the child in brocade clothes is of high grade, shining brightly, and is at least mid-level yellow grade. So even if his own spiritual power is low, he can easily kill a third-level cultivator with the help of this sword.

The spiritual power drives the spiritual sword, and the sword body hums with terrifying power.

The boy in brocade clothes didn't have a high level of skill and only knew the basics of swordsmanship, but he had considerable strength in his hands.

He turned his wrist and swung the sword, which was almost as tall as himself, making a crackling sound in the air.

The magic sword shone brightly and struck him on the head.

If this sword hits the little clay doll hard, it will probably be torn into pieces on the spot.

But what does it matter if it is torn into pieces? He is the Shenling Mud that suppressed the water monster in the past.

But that wouldn't seem cute.

The little clay doll's body was as nimble as a streak of ochre-colored light as it jumped around in the temple, easily dodging the spiritual sword that the brocade-clothed boy chopped down at him time and time again.

The child in brocade clothes looked angry and stopped chasing the mud monster. He dragged his sword and swung it directly at the wooden statue that could not avoid it.

The little clay doll immediately became angry, turned into a ray of light, swooped down in front of the long sword, and suddenly knocked the sword that was facing the wooden statue off course.

The tip of the sword drew a long crack on the ground.

He placed his tiny clay hand on the blade, frowned and said angrily: "Your shameless sword-wielding skills are really ridiculous."

The child in brocade clothes gnashed his teeth, his face flushed with anger and he shouted, "Damn evil spirit, how dare you laugh at my swordsmanship!"

The little clay boy muttered something, and with the strange fluctuation of spiritual power, the sword trembled and clanged slightly. He sneered and exerted force with his hands.

The long sword flew out of the hand of the child in brocade clothes, and the tip of the sword turned upside down and floated in front of the little clay doll, facing the child in brocade clothes.

The child in brocade clothes saw the sharp spiritual sword facing the door and subconsciously took a step back.

But he soon became angry and ashamed, so he gritted his teeth and waved his hand to recall the magic sword.

A faint light appeared in his hand, but the sword did not move at all.

The child in brocade clothes did not think much about it, thinking that his spiritual power was not cultivated enough, and he used the magic formula again to activate the spiritual sword.

The spirit sword showed no reaction for three consecutive times, and—

His connection with the spirit sword was severed.

The boy in brocade clothes had spitting fire in his eyes: "What on earth did you do to my spirit sword!"

"Of course I'm going to teach you, a child without any manners, how to use a sword." When the little clay kid said this, he finally showed some composure that was worthy of his life of more than two hundred years.

The middle-grade yellow-level spiritual sword was as easy to use as his own arm in his hands.

Although he had never learned to wield a sword, he had seen many monks who used swords during the long years since he developed spiritual intelligence.

Among them are some with extraordinary talents, whose sword's mighty power is enough to cut through mountains and rivers.

The little clay doll had a solemn face, and waved his fingers, and the magic sword was swung along with it, slashing out with a horizontal motion.

The sword lights up like an arc.

It swept across the head of the child in brocade clothes, not only cutting off the golden crown that tied his hair, but also cutting off a large clump of hair almost close to his scalp.