Among the crisscrossing mountains, there is a giant hand of loess in the shape of a fist, standing like this in the sky and the earth!
It is higher than the surrounding peaks. From a distance, it looks like it is trying to pluck the sun from the sky.
Yi Ning glanced at the giant hand and stopped looking.
He was not prepared to dissipate it, so it was good to just stand here. This was a deterrent and also a protection for He Bo.
Resisting the feeling of weakness coming from her body, Yi Ning turned back to look at Cheng Huang.
The City God was so excited that he knelt down on the ground like He Bo did: "City God of Chaoyang Prefecture, I would like to pay my respects to our seniors and ask for forgiveness for the little god's late arrival."
Regardless of whether the city god arrived late or ignored him when he arrived, Yi Ning had no intention of touching him.
One is that the colorful pool water has dried up again.
The second and most important reason is,
Now that the anger has been unleashed and the people's revenge has been avenged, we still need to consider the situation of the living people in the future.
To He Bo, the City God was more valuable alive than dead.
Yi Ning walked forward without even looking at the City God: "Go back."
"Senior, how do you record what happened here today?"
“Record it truthfully, including your actions.”
Yi Ning emphasized [your behavior]. The City God was shocked when he heard this, but he did not dare to think about getting through.
"Junior, please leave." The City God just knelt down and turned into golden light, dissipating away.
In the field that was bustling just an hour ago, there were only Yi Ning, He Bo, and a seriously injured and dying buffalo.
After confirming that the City God was gone, Yi Ning could no longer bear the feeling of weakness and fell to the ground.
When He Bo saw this, he immediately got up and was about to make some move.
Yi Ning waved her hand to indicate no need, then closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. Her body just couldn't bear the huge consumption, so she just needed to slow down a bit.
The poor little world has become dry again, and not even a drop of colorful pool water can be found.
After ten minutes of this, he opened his eyes again.
It's not that his body is completely fine, but that there are still too many things waiting for him to do at the scene.
"Can Lou Weng be saved?" This is the question that Yi Ning is most concerned about.
"Our gods have actually died once a long time ago. They were granted a title by the imperial court, built a golden body, and received the power of the incense, and then gradually regained their sanity."
He Bo looked desolate, "So if a god dies, he really dies, because what is dissipated this time is three souls and seven souls."
"Is this so?" Yi Ning lamented, then walked towards the deep pit in the distance.
In the pit, a buffalo lay, its body cracked like a puzzle piece.
When Yi Ning came closer and saw the situation in the pit, he frowned even though he was used to seeing miserable situations.
Gold water mixed with blood poured out from the cracks in the body, almost filling the entire pit.
This is too serious!
It was so serious that Yi Ning didn't even dare to touch the cow's body, as if it would turn into ashes with just one tap.
Chinese medicine is not omnipotent, and Yi Ning cannot treat this kind of injury at all.
Moreover, this cow body is not a mortal body. He has never tried to treat monks and has no experience.
"Hey." He Bo sighed behind him. Things changed and people changed in a day.
He Bo's relationship with the buffalo was not as good as that with Lou Weng, but he also recognized the buffalo's actions.
It was originally just an ordinary cow, a standard farm buffalo. It was born in Qianniu Village and grew up in Qianniu Village.
He lived with a lonely old man and farmed the land diligently for more than ten years, until one day the old man passed away.
Buffaloes are very human. On the day the old man passed away, he actually knelt down on his knees, which made other villagers dumbfounded. At that time, there were only a few people in Qianniu Village.
From then on, the buffalo still went to the old man's field to farm every day. Some people wanted to take the buffalo as their own, but it was soft and hard, could not be pulled, and could not be deceived.
For mountain villages, killing farming cattle is a taboo, so gradually, residents no longer care about it.
The buffalo became a part of Qianniu Village and worked quietly for another ten years.
Until one day, it felt that its end was approaching, so it dragged its old body towards the mountains, preparing to find a quiet place to die silently.
The older generation was grateful for the buffalo's loyalty and contribution, so they raised funds to build a buffalo temple in the mountains to enjoy the incense.
The dead old cow in the mountains actually had some intelligence during his lifetime and showed signs of turning into a demon.
Now, with the addition of the power of incense, a divine source was born. Although it was weak, it had something to do.
From then on, every night when people were quiet, a buffalo plowed in the fields. The fields plowed by it made the soil extremely fertile.
That's how Lou Weng got to know the buffalo. The two of them complemented each other, and the farmland in Qianniu Village became better and better.
So the people also spread the word about the god more and more, and built the cow temple bigger and bigger.
Until two hundred years ago, saints from the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism issued instructions that demons should not be enshrined.
Naturally, the Niu Temple cannot escape the fate of being demolished.
The people still complained at first, but later they gradually calmed down after discovering that the Niu Temple was demolished and the fields were still good.
But how did they know that a buffalo was still plowing every night until dawn.
The power of incense that supports the survival of buffalo comes from Lou Weng.
"Its three souls and seven spirits haven't dissipated yet, what can you do?" Yi Ning asked.
On the way here, he also learned about the buffalo's heels and admired them very much.
He Bo shook his head: "Unless you get the title from Daqian Kingdom immediately and enjoy the incense within today, otherwise..."
Every word he spoke expressed impossibility.
Not to mention that the demon clan cannot be granted the title of righteous god. Even if it takes only half a day to build the temple and enjoy the pious incense, it will be difficult to reach the sky.
Unless a miracle happens.
Thinking of this, He Bo looked at Yi Ning with a little hope in his eyes. The unpredictability of the great monks in the upper five realms was actually a miracle.
But Yi Ning just turned around and left, walking towards the village.
It's not that he doesn't want to save, but that the water in the colorful pool is now dry, and he can't summon the power of heaven at all, and there is nothing he can do to help.
...
Three hours later.
There was a constant "clang" sound in Qianniu Village.
Yi Ning is holding a hoe and digging a hole to bury the people in the village.
He held the hoe and slashed hard. The soil splashed with his strength and fell at his feet. Yi Ning moved bit by bit and slowly hoeed out a neat deep pit.
Along with him was He Bo, who was wearing a blue robe. This water god didn't understand why Yi Ning dug a hole in a mortal way, but he didn't dare to make wild guesses.
"Um?"
Suddenly, He Bo was surprised. He smelled a refreshing fragrance, and his whole body became refreshed because of the fragrance.
Yi Ning also stopped moving. He looked at the soil under his feet and let out a sigh.
There was a fragrance coming from the inch of soil at my feet, and a few young grass buds were growing out, crystal clear and full of vitality.
In less than a while, the buds will enter the growth stage and quickly move towards the maturity stage.
He Bo didn't see clearly, but Yi Ning noticed what happened just now.
Since that day's deal with Tiandao, his body has changed. He hasn't sweated once in such a long time.
Just now, perhaps due to long hours of physical labor, a drop of sweat dropped from his forehead.
Sweat dripped onto the soil beneath his feet, creating this scene.
Countless thoughts flashed through Yi Ning's mind. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the deep pit outside the village, muttering in his mouth.
"So, can my blood save the monk?"
