Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

Among the four continents, Jambu Continent ranks second in terms of area and number of blessed places, second only to Dongsheng Shenzhou. Compared with Xiniuhezhou and Beijuluzhou, Jambu Continent has much more spiritual energy.

Therefore, the Buddhist sect has long set its sights on Jambu Continent, and they dream of preaching in Jambu Continent.

However, this continent with outstanding people and beautiful scenery has become a place for the preaching of Wusheng Sect and Yinyang Sect.

In the north of Jambu Continent, there is a long and mighty river, Qishui. The Qishui River is three thousand miles wide, with flat terrain on both sides and sparse mountains and forests, and is a place where people gather.

On this day, a large-scale sacrificial activity was taking place on the banks of the Qishui River.

On the tall altar, an old witch with a colorful face and cloth strips all over her body danced and uttered obscure and meaningless spells.

Under the altar, hundreds of human races gathered together, with pious faces and prayers.

"Great Qishui God, please accept our offering. I hope that in the coming year, God will bless our Gantian Village with good weather and prosperity for people and livestock."

Two rows of strong men holding torches passed through the crowd. In the team, there were three sacrificial animals and eight heavily made-up, virgin girls. These girls were tied up and carried to the altar.

"Mother, save your daughter. Your daughter will never eat a whole steamed bun again. She will only eat half."

"Daughter, it is your parents who are sorry for you! Your brother is going to get married. As long as you become the goddess of the river, the village will give our family a large sum of money. For the sake of our family's incense, you sacrifice yourself. When you go to the underworld, the King of Hell asks you how you died, you can say that it was your parents who killed you, and it has nothing to do with your brother."

"Dad, I don't want it, I don't want to die."

"You are a money-loser. If it weren't for you, your mother wouldn't have died of dystocia. I raised you. I have been waiting for you for so many years. I want you instead of the silver. "

"Woo woo woo."

"Don't cry, daughter. Today is your wedding day. You should be happy. I have no choice. Your father is gambling outside and borrowed money from a wealthy family. If I don't sell you in exchange for silver, your father will have his hands cut off. Our family cannot be without a head of household. As long as your father is here, I can have a son. You don't want your mother to never be able to raise her head, right?"

By the Qishui River, scenes of human tragedy are staged. However, no matter how tragic these girls are, the sacrifice must continue.

Boom!

The waves hit the shore, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and a black smoke rises from the Qishui River, turning into a fish-headed demon.

"Meet the God!"

This demon is the monster in the Qishui River, the Qishui God.

The God of Qishui looked like a catfish. He looked at the whole place and said coldly, "Are the offerings ready this year?"

The witch hurried forward and said respectfully, "Report to the God, the offerings are here. They are all virgins in their prime years, and we in Gantian Village specially selected them for you."

"Really?"

The God of Qishui glared at the eight girls.

Gantian Village has always had a tradition of favoring boys over girls, and the village is not rich. These eight girls are all malnourished and skinny at their best age.

They have been through a lot, with scars left by frostbite on their hands, and their hair is dry and yellow, like weeds, neither soft nor bright.

In order to share the pressure on their families, they often work in the fields with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky. Their skin is neither white nor smooth, but as dark and rough as men's.

"Is this the sacrifice you prepared for me? They are not even as good as the clam girls in my palace!"

The Qishui God was so angry that he laughed. His anger rose and his eyes were fierce.

After hearing what the Qishui God said, the people in Gantian Village were frightened and kowtowed for mercy.

"Lord God, please calm down. This is the most beautiful girl in our village."

"Oh, how dare we deceive the Lord God."

However, the demons are not reasonable. For no reason, the demons want to eat and kill people. Now that the demons are unhappy, Gantian Village will naturally be in great trouble.

Boom!

The Qishui God snorted coldly, and the Qishui River suddenly surged. The water wall rose instantly and was lifted to a height of a thousand meters.

What is the concept of a thousand-meter-high wave hitting down? Not to mention the ones below, even this plain will suffer unimaginable disasters.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the void.

"Have pity on the people of this world, who have many worries. Wusheng Sect Master, the hometown of the vacuum!"

Accompanying this voice, there were dense sword lights, which spanned 30,000 miles, and all of them were slashed on the huge waves.

Boom!

With only a loud bang, the huge waves were slashed into nothingness, and the river water was annihilated.

"What?"

The face of Qishui God Lord changed, and he was about to run away. But as soon as he used his magic power, his body turned into powder and disappeared.

"Dead, this monster is finally dead!"

"What a powerful immortal, he killed this monster with one move. Those immortals who passed by before were not the opponents of this monster."

Amid the discussion, a disciple of Wusheng Sect walked out of the void, with golden light all over his body and a group of merit golden clouds on his head. At first glance, he was a man of Taoism.

"Excuse me, everyone. I am Qing Yuan Zhen Jun, a disciple of the Wu Sheng Sect Master. I am here on the Sect Master's orders to guide the masses."

"May I ask what the Wu Sheng Sect does?"

The witch stepped forward tremblingly and asked with courage.

Liu Qingyuan smiled slightly: "My Wusheng Sect does not want incense or offerings, but only wants to convey the wonderful method of vacuum to all living beings in heaven and earth."

The villagers' eyes lit up when they heard this.

They worshipped demons, but there was no other way. There was no powerful immortal sect near the Qishui Plain. The government tried many ways and sent many heads, but still could not quell the demon plague.

In order to solve the demons, even the county lord lost an arm. The government has asked the court for help, but the situation in the court is complicated, and it is unknown when they can send experts.

To put it bluntly, the officials in the court may not care about a mortal village.

"Please teach me, immortal!"

The white-bearded village chief bowed and said.

"No problem!"

Liu Qingyuan waved his hand, and a statue flew out, and with a bang, it landed on the river bank.

This statue, with its feet on the vacuum white lotus, holding scriptures in its hands, with a compassionate look on its face, overlooking all living beings, is exactly Fang Yang's statue.

"This is the holy image of the great Wusheng Sect Master. Anyone who is predestined to sit under the statue will receive the teachings of the Sect Master. With this statue in the future, no demons or monsters will be able to harm you."

As soon as Liu Qingyuan finished speaking, circles of divine light emanated from the statue. Under the illumination of the divine light, the villagers in the village could not help but groan.

"My old cold legs don't hurt anymore."

"My waist, my waist is also healed."

"God, it's too good!"

"It's really the blessing of the Sect Master, the blessing of the Sect Master!"

Many villagers received the benefits of Wusheng Sect and wanted to kneel down to the statue, but were stopped by Liu Qingyuan.

"No, my Wusheng Sect only spreads the truth and does not need incense and offerings. If you are truly grateful to the Sect Master, you should cleanse your souls to receive the teachings of the Sect Master."

"Yes, yes, it's our mistake."

The village chief heard this and did not dare to bow again. He immediately led the villagers to sit under the statue and meditate.