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

at this time.

There are many pilgrims gathered at Niangniang Temple.

They know nothing.

As the incense smoke rose, they bowed devoutly, as if they were worshipping a real god.

They invited the best craftsmen to repair the damaged sacrificial objects for Niangniang Temple.

The skilled craftsman added an unopened lotus bud into the horrific crack created by the statue's outstretched hand.

The branches and stems are slender and graceful, the lotus buds are in bud, and each tightly closed lotus petal is exquisitely designed.

The wood spirit is dead, but the incense and offerings remain the same.

A dilapidated house with weeds all over the yard, looking desolate and abandoned.

It was the simple courtyard where the little Yin spirit led the little clay boy to dig out the earthenware jar containing copper coins.

A breeze blew by, and in the corner of the yard, a grape tree with a broken trunk sprouted a hint of green from the dead buds on one side, and slowly spread out a piece of tiny tender buds.

I don't know how many years the grape vine has been growing. The grape trunk is originally slender, but it can grow to be one meter wide and winding.

But for some reason it was cut down by someone, leaving only a broad root, one foot high, like a small chess table.

The cross section is dark brown, with traces of centuries of wind, rain and weather. The surface is rough and uneven, with signs of being chopped with an axe.

The tree roots left behind had been soaked in the flood for a long time and had long since rotted and lost their vitality, but now they were actually sprouting some green buds, which was truly a blessing from heaven.

Although the green buds are small, they grow rapidly every day, growing taller and taller visibly with the naked eye.

Half a month later, a beautiful green figure reappeared.

Her long black hair was flowing in the wind, half of her face was soft and beautiful, while the other half was dry and as dry as tree bark, looking hideous and terrifying.

She stretched out her white palm, and green spiritual power mixed with thick black resentment surged on her palm.

The green figure went straight in one direction.

She hummed a light ballad all the way, her tone soft and helpless, as if she was coaxing a naughty child who couldn't sleep.

Her long green dress trailed on the ground, and she walked slowly and gracefully, like a well-mannered lady from a wealthy family.

……

Xiao Yin Ling narrated the story expressionlessly, but tears kept falling from her eyes like broken strings.

"It wasn't sunny that day, so I bought him some candied haws."

"Because it was getting dark, the boss gave me the last two candied haws for only one copper coin."

"I was so happy thinking that we finally don't have to fight over a piece of Tanghulu anymore. This time we can eat a whole Tanghulu."

"But... in the end... he still didn't get to eat... the candied haws."

Qi Wu Yue touched the little ghost's head and stuffed a sugar pill into his mouth. "Alright, alright, a little ghost over a hundred years old is crying like a baby. If you tell others about this, you will lose face."

The little Yin Ling buried his head in Qi Wu Yue's sleeves and said, "I didn't cry."

Qi Wu Yue: "Okay, okay, you didn't cry, you just drooled a little and it just wet my sleeves."

Little Yin Spirit: “…”

After a long while, the little Yin spirit's muffled voice came out, "They will get their retribution."

Qi Wu Yue coaxed the child: "Of course, your resentful woman Mu Yi can be resurrected infinitely, and her strength will increase greatly every time she is resurrected. When she chops those bastards in Piyang Mansion one by one like cutting melons, her resentment will naturally dissipate. By then, my senior brother will have a way to clear her karma and send her to reincarnation."

"Really?"

The little Yin spirit suddenly raised its head and looked straight at Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin nodded.

The little Yin spirit's mood visibly recovered a little.

The woman holding the child whispered, "I remember that the Niangniang Temple was very effective in the past, and the villagers liked to come and worship. I also worshipped here when I was pregnant with Xiaoni, but I didn't know there would be such a tortuous past. As a mother, I can understand her."

The woman looked at the compassionate statue and couldn't help but feel sad. She sighed and said, "If it's true what the child said, then the Goddess of Childbirth is really a pitiful person. She did a lot of good things for the people, but ended up like this."

"We all only know that she is a demon who steals people's children, but we don't know that she is actually a mother who lost her child."

She put the child down and knelt before the statue reverently to worship.

Little Ni didn't understand what his mother meant, but he followed her example and knelt down.

A crack suddenly appeared on the compassionate face of the statue, and it grew larger along the lines, instantly covering the entire surface of the statue like a spider web.

There was a bang.

Statues collapsed, wood broke, and clay sculptures fell off in pieces.

In a moment, the originally compassionate and restrained statue turned into a pile of wood chips and mud, but it did not hit or hurt anyone present.

The woman was shocked: "Immortal, what happened? The statue suddenly collapsed?"

Xiao Lin said quietly: "She no longer wants to endure the world's kneeling worship."

She voluntarily abandoned her devout believers and abundant incense, and was willing to allow hatred to erode her in order to gain more power, turning into a resentful evil spirit just for revenge.

She no longer protects the world, so naturally she will no longer accept people's kneeling worship.

Xiao Lin walked forward, bent down to pick up a piece of the statue fragment, and lowered his eyes to observe it carefully.

Remove the painted clay sculpture on the outside to reveal the wooden frame inside.

Qi Wu Yue came closer and said, "Look at the material...it looks like a grape vine? How many years does it take for a vine this thick to grow?"

"You mean grapevines?" The little Yin spirit suddenly opened his eyes wide, with surprise in his eyes.

"So that's it..." he murmured.

The little ghost told a story about his past before his death.

There is a grape vine in my house that is hundreds of years old. It has been planted by countless generations of our ancestors.

A few days before the flood, my father cut down the grape vine with an axe and made a simple long board with the long piece of the trunk. He thought that if the flood really came, it would be good to hold on to the trunk.

But when the flood really came, he lost his strength in the surging waves, failed to listen to his father and hold on to the tree trunk tightly, and was swept into the flood.

"No wonder Aunt Mu has always been so good to me. It turns out that she is the trunk of the grape tree. I have been playing in the shade under the grape tree since I was a child." The little Yin spirit said in a choked voice.

At that time, the broad green leaves were blown by the wind, and the rustling sound was really like a mother's comfort.

"A hundred-year-old wood creature. She watched you grow up. Perhaps she managed to keep a trace of your soul when you were swept away by the flood."

"You have been nourished in the statue for many years, and have indirectly obtained a portion of the spiritual power she fed you, which is why you did not directly degenerate into a ghost, but became a ghost spirit." Xiao Lin could roughly guess what happened a hundred years ago.

The little Yin spirit took the relatively intact piece of wood from Xiao Lin's hand and shed tears silently for a while.

"Two immortals..."

It was the voice of the blue-clothed disciple from Piyang Prefecture.

Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin looked at each other.

The little Yin spirit subconsciously shrank behind Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin turned his body sideways to cover him.