If she hadn't lost her aura now, she would have had to use incense and statues as a medium to summon the gods, so there wouldn't be such a big deal.
Jiang Buwan lay on Leng Yao's back. His body was colder than the cold night wind, and Jiang Buwan sneezed a few more times.
Leng Yao thought for a while, then took out the fox fur that he had thrown to Jiang Buwan, and then wrapped Jiang Buwan tightly in the fox fur.
"Will it still be cold?"
"It's not cold anymore."
He lowered his eyes, and his green eyes seemed a little disappointed. He knew that he was different from Jiang Buwan. Her body was always soft and warm, like a little sun that was constantly releasing heat.
And he. .
His body was as cold as ice, and Jiang Buwan would often get a runny nose from the cold.
In the past, he had never felt that there was anything wrong with his body temperature, but after staying with Jiang Buwan for a long time, he also wanted to have a hot body temperature and a beating heart.
"Lengyao, look carefully. Don't miss it. Stop wherever you see a statue of a god."
"Um."
The two finally found a dilapidated small temple, which was so dilapidated that it was the temple of the Town God in Qingshui Town. They became grand and wealthy in front of this temple.
His door was wide open, the trees in Liangshan were rotten, even half of them had fallen down, and there was no incense on the incense table in front of him.
Leng Yao pointed to the deepest part of the small dark room and said, "There is a statue there. Is it okay here?"
Jiang Buwan raised his eyebrows. Leng Yao was really not afraid of taboos, so he just used his fingers.
"Okay." Jiang Buwan took out the incense prepared in advance from the baggage. She asked Ling Yao to steal this incense from the Qingyun Sect.
It's just that the mountain gods here are too miserable, and the temples are in such a dilapidated state.
Jiang Buwan sighed, lit the incense, placed it in the incense burner in front of the statue, and silently recited the God-summoning mantra.
After she finished reciting the last word, an old voice rang out, and then a white-haired old man walked out of the statue, "What are your orders from the Immortal to summon the Immortal?"
Jiang Buwan did not exchange greetings with him and asked directly, "Do you know about the recent case of missing babies in the world of immortality?"
The gray-haired old man gave Jiang Buwan a trembling look, and asked cautiously, "Shangxian, don't you know about this?"
Jiang Buwan saw that the mountain god here was acting like this, and she didn't know the whole story. It was just as she had guessed.
She closed her eyes in disappointment, the upper world was really terrible now.
"Is it the work of the immortals in the upper realm?" Jiang Buwan asked.
"Exactly." The old man nodded and did not dare to say anything more.
Jiang Buwan calmed down for a while, then opened his eyes and asked, "Tell me everything you know."
From the mouth of the mountain god, Jiang Buwan finally knew the whole story.
Since the upper realm abolished the rule that gods should not be emotional, the gods have been thinking of falling in love with each other, and they have found another god who is more dedicated. The two combine to give birth to the next generation. The passionate one is with her today, and tomorrow he will be with her. It is not uncommon for a person, or even a fairy, to marry a mortal, a fairy, and have children.
They said, since gods can be emotional, why can't I find mortals and monsters?
God says that all living beings are equal, and if you don't allow it, that's racial discrimination.
Under the crooked reasoning of this group of people, it was hard for the Emperor of Heaven to say anything.
The gods gave birth to heirs one by one, and the heirs gave birth to heirs again. The heaven was instantly overcrowded. For the sake of their children, the gods closed the channels for the ascension of the lower world to prevent monks from the lower world from going up to the fairy world to snatch resources from them.
Jiang Buwan originally thought that this was their bottom line, but he didn't expect that they would steal other people's spiritual roots for the sake of their own children.
"This time, a total of five or six immortals came down. I heard that two of them are mysterious immortals, and the rest are real immortals."
"They summoned all the immortals from the lower world to get a list of children from the lower world, and then abducted the children one by one."
Jiang Buwan asked, "Where are the children now?"
"Maybe... he's dead."
They dig out people's spiritual roots while they are still alive. How can the child survive?
Jiang Buwan gritted his teeth and clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves, his nails digging into his flesh, leaving traces of blood.
She could no longer waste time in the lower realm. She had to go back as soon as possible, otherwise those people in the upper realm would kill who knows how many children.
You must know that there are more than 200 children without spiritual roots in the upper world.
"Shangxian, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Jiang Buwan suppressed her anger and asked, "Are you involved in this matter?"
The old man shook his head, "My strength is lower among the many earthly immortals, and the higher immortals look down on me."
Jiang Buwan remained silent for a long time, and then she said, "Go down."
Jiang Buwan turned around and returned to the dark woods. She looked up and saw the moon hanging alone in the sky. The dark branches were like black ropes that were trying to lock the moon.
"You're sad." Leng Yao smelled the faint smell of blood coming from Jiang Buwan and her sad and angry mood.
"Yes." Jiang Buwan said. She leaned against the tree trunk and stared silently at the moon above her head. For a long time, she said, "Lengyao, I may need your help in the future. Will you help me?"
Ling Yao: "I'll help you, don't be sad."
Ling Yao doesn't understand why Jiang Buwan is sad, is it because of the disappeared children? But she clearly didn't know those children, so why would she feel sad for someone she didn't know?
Jiang Buwan sat there all night, staring at the dark sky in silence, with incomprehensible emotions in her eyes.
Leng Yao lay on the beam and looked at Jiang Buwan, who was sitting motionless. He was a little curious about what she was thinking.
Jiang Buwan thought about it all night and finally came up with a way. She wanted Xiang Zhihan to kill her as soon as possible.
She had no time to play erotic tricks with him.
But how to force him to take action? After all, although he was looking for her to save his love, his love never told him that he wanted to kill someone.
While she was thinking hard here, Xiang Zhihan on the other side also found the missing child.
More than 200 children were randomly discarded in the cave like rags. Without exception, they all had their pubic areas wide open and their stomachs disemboweled.
Xiang Zhihan and the other monks looked at the miserable situation in the cave and their eyes turned red.
"Who is it?! Who is so cruel to attack a simple and innocent child!"
Xiang Zhihan tried his best to maintain calm and jumped into the smelly cave. These children had been thrown here for a while. Their flesh began to rot, maggots rolled in the flesh, and their bloody intestines drooped outwards. It turned into a black-red blood clot.
Xiang Zhihan examined their bodies with trembling hands. He saw the twisted and pale faces. Some children were crying, some were struggling, and some were as calm as sleeping.
Big tears fell down his cheeks and fell on the children's bodies drop by drop. He tried to maintain his calmness with a trembling voice, "I checked and found that their spiritual roots have been dug away."
