After being dressed as the evil god

The broken causal line on Qing Fu's body seemed to be scattered, Li Chi looked at it, and had the feeling that he could take it off again.

Li Chi raised his hand, and a thin thread like a gossamer fell into his palm.

This thread is sorrow.

The pain of losing a child is unforgettable, and only in the midst of madness can I continue to move forward with constant search.

Li Chi put down his hands covering Qing Fu's eyes, and the eyes regained their eyesight in the empty eye sockets, but these eyes were only dripping with tears, but there was no spirit.

He showed Qing Fu a path to become a god, but Qing Fu's heart was gone.

Li Chi silently let her go, she won't snatch her son and hurt others again, and... she won't survive for too long.

Tongdou Niang on the side took Tongdou and knelt down to thank her. Li Chi reassured the bewitched Tongdou and sent them back to the entrance of the village.

He rejected their offer of worship. Liquan Village is the domain of the Great King Yishan, and Lichi doesn't want to have a conflict with this great monster.

However, after this incident, Ding Qin's exchange of supplies in the village was much easier.

Zheng Liang's family retrieved Tongdou, enthusiastically found all kinds of vegetables for Ding Qin, and also took out a new set of mattresses and many half-new clothes that were only worn once during the Chinese New Year, and firmly refused to accept Ding Qin. Celery is a medicinal material prepared for exchange.

Liquan Village is just a remote village, and these things are not easily available to Zheng Liang's family.Ding Qin still wanted to insist, but Li Chi pressed her shoulder, accepted the offering from Zheng Liang's family, and disappeared amidst their thanks.

When Zheng Liang's family returned to the house, they found that the medicinal materials that had been placed in Dingqin's basket were neatly placed on the table.

"We have met such a god!" Zheng Liang sighed.

"These medicinal materials should be worth a lot of money, right?" Zheng Liang's eldest son, Zheng Dao, looked at the medicinal materials, with some nostalgia in his eyes, but he still said, "Should we find a way to return them?"

"Since the immortal has stayed, it means that we want to accept it. What does it look like if it goes back and forth again?" Zheng Liang's daughter-in-law Zhou Xing said.

"But the gods saved my little sister, we can't take advantage of it..." Zheng Dao said.

Zhou Xing hugged the copper beans, pondered for a moment, and said to his eldest son Zheng Dao: "Go to the medicine shop in Shuigu Town tomorrow, and exchange these medicinal materials into money, buy bricks and tiles, and we will go into the mountains to repair houses for the gods. The village enshrines the king of Yishan, so it is not good to worship the gods, so we set up a memorial tablet for the gods in private."

Zheng Liang nodded: "That's it!"

……

On the way back, Ding Qin was a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Li Chi asked.

"I feel sorry for Qingfu..." Ding Qin whispered, "When Qingfu was alive, he spent most of his life looking for his dead daughter. After death, he became obsessed with becoming a ghost and kept looking for her. But finally recovered. After waking up, it will dissipate immediately because of the loss of obsession."

"The spirit insects Qingfu are so pitiful. They have nothing wrong with them. They are used because of the deep love between mother and child. They are killed and made into Qingfu money."

"Then you don't want God to save Tongdou?" Jinyan teased her.

"That's not it!" Ding Qin glared at him.

"Don't be sad, it's torture to let her go on like this madness. It's good to get rid of it as soon as possible." Jin Yan flapped his wings and landed on Ding Qin's shoulder.

Ding Qin was still a little downcast: "At first I thought she was an evil monster like the river monster who likes to eat children..."

"The river demon?" Jin Yan tilted his head to look at her, "Do you still have the river demon?"

Ding Qin shook his head: "It's a long time ago. Dingjia Village is close to the Jiuqu River, and the villages along the river will enshrine a ghost king in addition to their respective patron gods. It is rumored that a long time ago, there was a river demon in the Jiuqu River. , claiming to be the god of the river, and the people along the banks have to worship every year, and they have to send a pair of boys and girls as sacrifices, and choose a young girl to marry him, otherwise there will be a flood.”

"Afterwards, a ghost king was born and killed the river demon, and this kind of human sacrifice ended. The villages along the bank were grateful and spontaneously worshiped the ghost king until today."

"There are so many villages along the Jiuqu River, and their patron gods can tolerate a ghost king sharing incense, and this ghost king is quite powerful." Jinyan was amazed, and asked, "I remember a famous person in the Daqing Mountains. Is the King of Ghosts talking to you the same?"

Ding Qin shook her head: "I don't know either, I just heard a story from someone." She paused, then said, "I don't like this story."

"Don't be afraid!" Jin Yan said proudly, "Even if there is no ghost king, our little Dingqin will definitely not be married to the Laoshizi River Demon in the future, even if we get married and have a baby in the future, there will never be any Dare to take your doll away!"

"Be careful!" Ding Qin was annoyed by him.

Li Chi watched them making trouble with a smile. After a while, he suppressed his smile and asked Ding Qin, "What do you think is the best way to do it?"

Ding Qin thought hard for a moment, unable to understand, so she said, "I don't know, I just think it shouldn't end like this."

"Qingfu suffered so much, but he didn't get compensation. The river demon died in the end, but it can't compensate so many people who were sacrificed before. It's not fair."

"Yes." Li Chi said.It's not fair.

He didn't speak again, as if he had lost his mind.

The "sorrow" thread that he picked off from Qingfu's causal line has been put away by him, and part of his injuries have healed again.

This time, he didn't know what triggered it, and he had a new cognition.It's just that this cognition is different from every cognition in the past.

It is not clear, it only vaguely gives Lichi a certain feeling.Broken causal line, fairness... Ding Qin's words made him seem to catch something, but he had no memory of it. The light was vaguely like a spark under the heavy fog, which would soon be overwhelmed by the heavy moisture. off.

Li Chi felt that there was something wrong in this world, as if something very important was missing.

What is missing...

Jinyan and Ding Qin noticed that Lichi was absent-minded, so they both fell silent.

After returning to Li's house, Li Chi came back to his senses, he smiled at Jin Yan and Ding Qin: "Go on your own, I'll rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, he went back to his room and lay down on the couch.

Ding Qin's eyes showed worry.

Lichi Shangshen has wounds on his body, and his divine power is empty. Did the confrontation with Qing Fu make him worse?

"What's wrong?" Jin Yan looked at her strangely.

"I'm a little worried." Ding Qin said.

"Are you worried about Lichi Shangshen?" Jinyan said in surprise, "Shangshen is amazing!"

Ding Qin hesitated to speak, shook her head, and said nothing.The fact that God is injured should not be spread to the outside world.

After the spirit of the house, Li condensed his figure, and he glanced at Jinyan: "Your gang of bird demon friends have gathered nearby again."

Jinyan regained his energy, and quacked with a smile: "I'll go meet them right now!"

After that, he flapped his wings and flew away.

Ding Qin looked at Hou Li, worried that what would be seen if he slipped his tongue for a while, and couldn't help but tense: "Mr. Hou Li?"

But Li didn't say anything after that, he knew what Ding Qin was worried about, after all, he watched the God of Lichi appear on the altar with his own eyes, and watched him go from unstable to stable again.

It was no secret to him that Lichi Shangshen was injured.It's just that he's only recently confirmed that Lichi Shangshen's injury may be much more serious than he initially thought.

If it wasn't for the severe injuries, a powerful god like the Lichi Shangshen would naturally have a better cave, and such a place would be more conducive to recovery, and the Shangshen should have gone back long ago.Only serious injuries, slow recovery, or other more serious troubles would keep such a powerful god in such a remote place for a long time.

But God is gentle and friendly, and has great kindness to him.Hou Li was also willing to hide for him, using his dilapidated house as his residence.

"Cultivate well." Hou Li said, turning around and intending to leave.

"Later Mr. Li." Ding Qin stopped him, she always felt that he knew something, but she was not sure.After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Mr. Hou Li, is the incense of believers very important to the gods?"

Hou Li looked at her with a smile on his face: "Yes. Priesthood and incense are the foundation of gods. Except for some special gods, almost all gods are inseparable from incense."

"Most believers' beliefs are floating and difficult to use, but believers can condense them into incense, and incense can be transformed into the power of gods. In addition, there are many other wonderful uses."

"I understand." Ding Qin looked resolute.

God said that he has no believers, so she will be his first believer!Her own strength is too weak, so she spreads the faith and makes others worship God!A small and remote village like Liquan Village is likely to attract the attention of big demons or gods who shelter in one place, so go hide in those towns where there are many gods enshrined!

In this way, God can be restored as soon as possible, right?

Ding Qin secretly made up her mind, and decided to discuss with Shangshen when Lichi woke up tomorrow.

On the other side, Li Chi just lay down on the couch and lost consciousness.

The clouds and mists were self-generated, surrounding his figure, and slowly rising with the rhythm of breathing.

Under the left eye, the purple-gold hidden scale slowly emerged, and the lines on it flowed, as if some changes were about to take place.

From dusk to nightfall, Lichi never woke up.

The purple-gold hidden scale became clearer and brighter, and the runes on it were shining brightly.

When the moon is in the sky, all spirits fall asleep.

The god lying on the couch suddenly opened his eyes, his pitch-black eyes were swallowed up, unable to reflect a single image, and the corners of his raised eyes were faintly red. This face, which was clear and high-spirited when used in Lichi, instantly turned into a mouthful. The unstoppable demons are rampant!

He raised his hand to caress the hidden scales under his left eye, hooked the corner of his mouth, let out a chuckle, and disappeared.

……

In the dark night, the mountains and forests are dense.

Qing Fu is like a wandering spirit, wandering in the mountains and forests.

Half a lifetime of insanity being pointed out by others, and half a lifetime of obsession is nothing but vain.She has no reason to exist anymore, and she has no direction to move forward.

Qing Fu just wandered around like this, waiting for the day when it dissipated.

A figure appeared in her path at some unknown time.

"It's you?" Qing Fu's slackened mind regrouped, and she looked at the person in the cold clothes in front of her, "No, no, who are you?"

The person in front of her was very similar to the god who woke her up during the day, but their temperaments were too different.

During the day, the god's body was filled with clear spiritual energy, and it turned into a coldness on the body of the god in front of him.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold, as if he was mocking something, Qing Fu shivered when he saw it.

Those dark eyes, in the body of the god in the daytime, are a pool of clarity, and in him, a bottomless abyss.

Qing Fu had nothing to be afraid of, but when he looked into those eyes, he couldn't help feeling afraid.

"What... what are you going to do?" she asked again.

"Heh," the suddenly appearing god chuckled, looking down at her with a pair of abyss-like eyes, "are you willing to dissipate like this?"

Two figures were reflected in those pitch-black pupils at the same time, a mourning woman and a pair of green and black spirit insects.

"Who caused you to fall into this day? Who made you mad and wander?"

The gods lowered their eyes, their feet touched the ground, and the cold night wind blew through the cold sleeves, and the trajectory they passed seemed to indicate a certain fate.

The woman-like demon trembled and remained silent.

"The world is so silent..." The god breathed out coldly, and his deep eyes became more and more sneering, "Who killed your child?"

The sound of insects suddenly sounded, and the blood color was stained on the blue and black wings.

Her child... her child!

She is dead, and she has been searching madly for more than a hundred years, but the man who killed her child spent his life and re-entered the cycle of reincarnation, and the monk who refined her mother and child is still practicing freely in the world!

"Want to take revenge?" The god's clear and white face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the pair of dark pupils seemed to set off even more.

"Please God teach me!" The woman's voice overlapped with the sound of insects, and her clear eyes were stained with blood-colored resentment.

The god hooked the corner of his mouth, and the purple gold scales under his left eye became more and more coquettish: "Present your resentment and hatred to me as a sacrifice."

"Fu Wei Shang Xiang!" Qing Fu bowed down.

The god raised his hand, and a pen was condensed between his pale fingers. The pen was black and white, and the body of the pen was as white as a bone.The sharpness of the pen enters the heart, with a touch of green and black ghost blood, extending two bloody cause and effect.

Qing Fu looked at the direction of the extension of cause and effect, one was the husband who killed her child, and the other was the monk who made money with green clams!

Resentment was born and turned into a new obsession.Qing Fu's body solidified again.

She looked at the cold god with deep black eyes, and bowed again: "Dare to ask the name of the god."

"My name..." There was an indifferent and wild smile on the corner of the god's mouth, and the palm of his hand brushed his frosty white clothes, which turned into black in an instant.

"Daxuan!"