Song Ciwan stopped at a secluded corner and looked at the house in front of him.
Why did it stop not far from this house?
Because there was a person kneeling in front of the door of this house.
This person was Mrs. Zhou. She held three sticks of incense in her hands and knelt down before the sky. She looked so pious that it was almost scary.
She had gray hair and an extremely thin body. In the dim night, her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be burning with two clusters of open flames.
She offered incense and kowtowed once, and every time she kowtowed, there would be a loud thunk. Her forehead was already bloody and bloody, but she didn't care at all. She just kept chanting: "Great Merciful and Great Compassionate, Universal Bodhisattva, Grandfather Heavenly Emperor" , the Earth God, the City God, all kinds of gods... Please save my daughter!"
"She is only fifteen years old. She is so young. She followed me into this world and has never experienced happiness. She can't just die like this!"
"If she really deserves this calamity in her life, let a peasant woman do it for her! She is a good child, but also a poor child. I failed to raise her well. God, punish me if you want!"
"The faithful woman is willing to cut herself off and give everything she has... Please, please, please, some god, please save my daughter..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
She begged and kowtowed. The small patch of ground in front of her had been stained dark red with her blood. When the night wind blew, her body was still shivering. She didn't know whether it was because of cold, hunger, or injury. ,painful?
Not far away, Song Ciwan could feel that her breath was already very weak.
It's like the candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time!
However, even though she was already emaciated and unbearable, she miraculously managed to hold on.
It's a pity that even so, no one among the gods and Buddhas in the sky looked down at her.
This world will recognize Wang Yi's natural talent in life, but it will not shine light on this ordinary woman in the mud.
What exactly is the right way of heaven and earth?
Can those legendary gods and Buddhas hear the prayers of little mortals at this moment?
Song Ciwan thought to herself, I'm afraid it's not possible.
There are too many sufferings in the world, and the gods cannot take care of them, so in the end, "people" still have to rely on themselves.
No one can be responsible for other people's lives, but she can provide help in times of need and light a lamp in a dark room.
A gust of night wind blew by, and Aunt Zhou, who was kneeling and kowtowing again, suddenly felt something. She suddenly raised her head and saw a dark shadow in front of her like a wave of mist.
What is it?
Is it a human, a ghost, a god, or an immortal?
Aunt Zhou almost screamed, her mouth opened wide, and the word "Ah" was stuck in her throat.
The shadow swept around her body, and a small porcelain bottle fell into her hand at this moment.
At the same time, there was a cold and indistinguishable voice in her ears: "I, the God of Qingfeng under the nameless God, remember your pain, and give you a special elixir that can relieve the pain and suffering in the world. …”
A paragraph of vague words lingered in Aunt Zhou's ears, and then disappeared suddenly.
Aunt Zhou didn't even have time to shout, the black shadow had drifted away in the wind and disappeared in an instant.
Aunt Zhou was so excited that her lips trembled, and she finally cried out "ah" at this moment.
It was this sound that alerted the people in the room behind her.
The door of the room was carefully opened, and a young head poked out.
This person was none other than Mrs. Zhou's daughter-in-law, Mr. Tang. Aunt Zhou was kowtowing and praying outside the door. Ms. Tang was sleeping in the house with her young son and her husband, but she was not actually asleep.
How could he possibly sleep? Such a big thing happened to my family.
Aunt Zhou was crying and begging outside, one after another, which made people upset.
So Mr. Tang, who had been listening carefully to the movement outside the door, rolled his eyes at this moment, and his eyes fell on Aunt Zhou's hand.
The hand held a thin white porcelain vase, which seemed to have a particularly unusual aura under the dim starlight on a winter night.
Mr. Tang knew that this porcelain vase was by no means original to his family.
She couldn't help but asked in shock: "Mom! What is this on your hand? Where did it come from?"
Aunt Zhou subconsciously hid the porcelain bottle in her hand, and Tang quickly pounced forward as if he had just seen a fishy cat.
She pounced too quickly. Aunt Zhou was weak and had limited legs and feet, so she was about to be unable to escape.
She was anxious, and hurriedly bent her body into a shrimp-like shape, holding the porcelain bottle in her arms, and shouted in a low voice: "Ms. Tang, are you crazy? Are you going to make a fuss and attract people to bully us?"
Mrs. Tang's Bala Zhou's action was a pause. Mrs. Zhou took the opportunity to push the stopper of the porcelain bottle away with her thumb. When it collapsed, the small wooden stopper flew to the side.
Tang looked over subconsciously, and Aunt Zhou hurriedly pushed her away, then raised her head and poured a small amount of liquid from the porcelain bottle into her mouth.
This liquid contained a slight trace of blood, and as soon as it entered the abdomen, it ignited a warm current, which went straight to Aunt Zhou's limbs and bones. Especially the area on her leg that was originally bitten by the mouse received Nuanliu's intensive care.
However, as she breathed, the tired and weak Aunt Zhou seemed to be injected with nectar. She stood up straight in an instant, looked at her hands, and moved her legs again, with a look of surprise and shock on her face.
Mr. Tang, who was standing opposite her, was also shocked. Mr. Tang opened his eyes wide and said, "Mom, what did you eat just now?"
Aunt Zhou was horrified and said in a daze: "It's the elixir given by the divine messenger..."
She said the last three words very softly, but Mr. Tang still heard them.
Her face changed instantly, and she suddenly said: "Elixir? Is it the kind of elixir that can cure any disease?"
Then she was shocked and angry: "Mom, you drank up the elixir given by the gods in one gulp? Oh my god, how can a mother be a grandma like this? Da Lang is still injured and can't get up from bed! Bao'er I was also scared and sick, but the gods gave me the elixir, but you drank it all in one gulp..."
Seeing that she was about to cry and sing as soon as she slapped her thigh, she didn't know what kind of commotion she would make late at night. Aunt Zhou, who was in a trance, woke up at this moment, and all kinds of thoughts passed through her mind. Sometimes, it really only takes a moment to make a decision.
Aunt Zhou's eyes were bright, but her tone was very calm: "Li Niang, you are right, I am a mother, and you are a mother too. You, a mother, feel sorry for your child and worry about your husband." , and there’s nothing wrong with that at all.”
She added: "But I am also worried about my child. You still take care of Da Lang, and you and Da Lang take care of Bao'er. But I am the only one who can take care of my Yin Niang."
Then he asked Mr. Tang: "If the elixir is given to Dalang, will you allow him to go out to find his sister?"
Mrs. Tang immediately dodged, and Mrs. Zhou smiled and said: "Look, you don't allow it. In fact, I can't bear to do it. It's too difficult. It's too difficult to leave here. I don't want to let the elder man suffer like this for his sister. Then. Only I will go, only if I get better, I will go find the child..."
"Li Niang, I know you're not a bad person. You always care about others, and that's all because you're in trouble. You're doing it for Da Lang and Bao'er. I don't blame you, I just ask you not to blame me..."
Aunt Zhou, who stood up straight, turned her head and looked at the dilapidated house next to her.
There were no lights in the dilapidated house, and it was dark, but there was a vague figure that seemed to be reflected in the window. His eyes looked at each other in the dark night with his mother through the holed window paper.
It seems very close, yet it seems very far away.
Aunt Zhou said: "Li Niang, I'm leaving. No matter whether I can find your sister or not during this trip, I will never come back. You can just think that this old woman like me is dead long ago."
After saying that, she turned around and left.
Her steps were extremely fast in the dark night. Tang Liniang, who was standing at the door, opened her mouth several times but could not say anything.
Aunt Zhou quickly disappeared into the darkness. She actually didn't know where she was going, but the faint whimpering from the room behind her made her pace even faster.
No matter where you go, you have to go.
No one noticed that there was a ray of breeze following her in the cold night.
[Human desire, love, worry, fear, six pounds and nine taels, can be sold. 】
The scales of heaven and earth appeared in the void of time and space, and a ball of sapphire-colored air lay on the scales.
This is from Aunt Zhou’s Seven Emotions and Six Desires, weighing six pounds and nine taels!
And that's not all, Aunt Zhou's emotions surged fiercely, and Tiandi Scale collected Qi from her twice in succession.
The second time: [Human desires, joy, sorrow, fear, love and separation, three pounds and eight taels, can be sold. 】
Song Ciwan This is a rose given to others, with lingering fragrance in the hand.
What she gained was far more valuable than the small bottle of so-called "miracle medicine" she gave away.
And that small bottle of "spiritual medicine" was actually obtained by Song Ciwan dissolving some Xue Po Pill powder in mountain spring water.
Xue Po Pill is a powerful medicine, and it is a healing elixir that can only be used by practitioners in the late stage of Qi Transformation and above. If a mortal uses it directly, it is very likely to cause the body to die violently without being replenished.
Song Ciwan scraped out some powder, dissolved it and diluted it. For Aunt Zhou, it was the best elixir.
As for her pretending to be the messenger of Qingfeng, she didn't have any other meaning. He just felt that as a god, if the "Nameless God" had to do everything by himself, it would be too unsightly, so he simply made up another God of Qingfeng.
Today she is the God of Qingfeng, and one day she might become the God of White Wind, or the God of Black Wind... She has learned how to transform into a fetus and change shape, so why should she be afraid that there will be no end to the number of Gods?
It's a pity that although the divine envoys are endless, Song Ciwan's own abilities are limited.
She can give elixirs to help Aunt Zhou stand up, but she cannot help her find her daughter and relieve her suffering from the root cause.
Who knows where the rat demon took Aunt Zhou’s daughter? Is she still alive at this moment?
Only her mother in the world would be so unyielding and obsessed with her.
Song Ciwan blended into the shadow of the night wind, followed Aunt Zhou, grinded rat moss into green water, and sprayed it all over her body with the wind.
Aunt Zhou walked further and further, and Song Ciwan followed for a while, finally taking out the paper soul puppet obtained from the psychic-level rat demon.
The puppet has not yet transformed, and looks like an ordinary piece of gray paper-cut. Song Ciwan flicked her fingers, and the gray paper-cut lay lightly on Aunt Zhou's back.
The "Qingfeng Divine Envoy" has limited abilities and cannot do much. It is just a paper person to protect her.
Respect that there are still people in this world who love so purely.
