When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

The mountain is steep, and the rushing river is cut off by the abrupt boulder here, causing the waves to splash layer by layer, strangling the surrounding area so that no algae can grow.

A group of people stood ten feet away from the cliff, all of them were dressed in black, with strips of red cloth wrapped around their heads. The haggard woman who was pinned tightly, her eyes were swollen into walnuts from crying, her face was haggard, and the veins burst from her neck all the way to her forehead, and she felt like she would explode in a second.

Further forward, a woman in a wedding dress was tied to a straight tree trunk with a cotton cloth stuffed in her mouth. She only responded when she heard her mother’s cries, and was very quiet at other times, as if she was in despair. Ultimate, already accepting fate calmly.

The girl drifted away, and the wind howled.

"This seems to be..." Liu Juyuan frowned: "Sacrificing to the river god?"

"Yeah." Su Wenqing nodded, his face a little dignified.

There are many bad customs in remote places, and offering sacrifices to the river god is one of them. A young woman is used as a sacrifice, hoping to appease the anger of the river god. However, after the destruction of the fairy world, there are only practitioners left in this continent, and there is no such thing as a river god.

"Resentment." Liu Huangyuan said suddenly, Su Wenqing had already lost the ability to distinguish evil spirits with the naked eye, let alone use his soul, these trivial matters can only be left to Emperor Wangyuan.

Wisps of black smoke drifted amidst the tumbling river, which was one of the most typical grievances, Liu Wangyuan stared at it while pinching his fingers to calculate.

Su Wenqing was very quiet, knowing that Liu Huangyuan would most likely not care about this matter, and he needed to let go of his grievances, who planted the fruit and who would eat the fruit, and the taboo of cultivating Taoism disturbed cause and effect, if this girl was designed to become a river today Uncle's bride, then in the future, the evil force will feed back, and the person who designed it will also pay the price, this is the way of heaven.

"No." Liu Wangyuan continued: "This resentment comes from the living soul."

"Huh?" Su Wenqing sat up slightly, feeling resentment in his soul. It's normal for ordinary people to love, hate, hate, and ignorance, but such a large-scale upheaval was clearly introduced by some kind of magic, and they suffered terribly all the time. due to the trials and tribulations.

This is against the law of heaven.

Su Wenqing couldn't help looking at Liu Wangyuan.

Emperor Wangyuan: "I'm just taking you to Qilu Mountain to look at the stars, so don't worry about these mundane things." There is no difference in my heart.

But Su Wenqing was different. The philosophy he accepted since he was a child ran counter to Liu Wangyuan's free growth. The words "take the responsibility of the people of the world" were almost engraved in his bones and blood. When it arrives, it must not stand idly by.

Su Wenqing nodded when he heard the words, just when Liu Wangyuan sighed that he was so easy to talk, the young man got up and opened the curtain, "Don't bother Emperor Zun, I'll go and have a look."

"Huh?" Liu Juyuan quickly grabbed the man back with his eyes and hands, and his hand was resting on Su Wenqing's waist. The young man leaned back and the distance between the two of them suddenly shortened. If Su Wenqing hadn't adjusted his posture, he would have fallen straight down. Into Liu Juyuan's arms.

Wenqing Xianjun's ears turned red with a "teng", and he was stiff and motionless.

Liu Wangyuan saw it funny, but he didn't know that his behavior was the "hooligan, scumbag" in the picture book, so he felt that the palm of the hand was soft and the waist was soft, and he grasped it, and he didn't know how he held the sword in the past and resisted The Tianlan sect has flourished for a hundred years.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Liu Wangyuan didn't let go of the person, and said to himself: "You are the same person. You have raised my soul for 30 years. This is a great kindness. Don't let me save a mortal, just save me. A city is nothing more than a little effort, so why bother to do it yourself? It’s not easy for me to restore your tendons to the level they are now, so I beg you Xianjun to just order you if you have something to do in the future, don’t be too polite, okay?”

Su Wenqing lowered his voice without flirting, "Let go of me first."

Liu Wangyuan not only didn't let go, but also tightened his fingers, just pinched on the only meaty place on Su Wenqing's waist, successfully squeezed the young man completely out of proportion, and fell into his arms as he wished.

Su Wenqing: "..."

He himself didn't know how sensitive this place is, Emperor Zun is really...

"I'm so shameless." Liu Huangyuan rubbed his chin and commented on himself, he didn't dare to ask for clarification any longer, he immediately let go of the person, leaving the young man alone time to relax, opened the curtain and went out.

Liu Huangyuan acted resolutely and simply, directly waving the mob who worshiped the river god to faint, and then five fingers were claw-like, the rope of the girl standing at the cliff mouth was automatically untied, and she was brought to her immediately. When Wang Yuan appeared like a ghost, she was stunned until her daughter regained her freedom, removed the cotton cloth from her mouth, and called out tremblingly, "Mother..." She woke up with a start, and immediately knelt and hugged the girl, crying bitterly.

Liu Juyuan waited in a good mood for the mother and daughter to finish crying, and then said: "Hello, River God."

Emperor Wang Yuan: "..."

"Is this sacrifice to the river god once a year? Do you know who is the god of the sacrifice?" Liu Wangyuan asked in a deep voice.

The woman didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was momentarily stunned.

It was the girl who escaped from the dead who realized it first and realized that the person in front of her was not a river god. She took off her head cover to reveal a tender and delicate face, and said softly, "Returning to my lord, the river god is not sacrificed once a year. We call it a river god here." Yangshan Village has made a living by fishing for generations. The village is [-] miles away from here, and it is under the closure of the city. However, in the past two years, the river has flooded, and a large number of fish and shrimps have always died. The villagers are gone. The method is to send someone to seal the city for help, and the city lord calculated that the river god is angry and needs to sacrifice a young girl as his wife."

"In the last two years?" Liu Juyuan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you the first Hebo bride?"

"No." The girl's eyes turned red as she said that, "I don't know who I am, but I only know that there have been countless brides sacrificed in the past two years, and the girls in the nearby villages who are my age... all disappeared."

"Then don't try to survive here." After Liu Wangyuan finished speaking, he performed a gold-changing scene for the mother and daughter. In his empty palm, there was a money bag full of gold melon seeds, and he handed it to the girl: "Take it!" , don’t be too generous, don’t take anything, take off your wedding clothes, take your mother and leave directly.”

Both mother and daughter were taken aback for a moment, then kowtowed to Liu Juyuan with tears streaming down their faces.

Emperor Wang Yuan accepted their worship, turned around and left.

"Immortal!" the girl shouted: "Dare to ask the name of the immortal? In the future, we will worship the ever-burning lanterns every month and month, and keep burning incense, so that the immortal can be promoted to the Dao!"

Liu Wangyuan is not bad for this, he originally wanted to refuse, but after a pause, he turned around and said: "Ask Xianjun."

Although there are few incense offerings in the world, the most important thing is sincerity and sincerity, which is stronger than spiritual energy. It is popularity, and it is the endless smoke and fire energy that has lasted for thousands of years. Su Wenqing is like this now, and he can get a little bit.

"Ask, ask, clear, clear, don't make a typo, little girl." After Liu Wangyuan finished speaking, he disappeared into the night.

The girl kowtowed deeply to the place where he left, and muttered silently: Ask Xianjun.