Chapter 113 Crane Cry (11)

It snowed in the fantasy world, summer went and winter came again.

Jian Shiyuan reached out and caught the falling snowflakes.

He couldn't change the established story, and naturally couldn't melt the snow in the illusion.

Flakes of snow lay quietly in his palms. He held them tightly, feeling the unique coolness.

The Golden Chain of Law accompanied Jian Shiyuan to watch the snow for the first time.

Jian Shiyuan's shoulders and hair were covered with white snow, making him look like he had turned white. He was alone and walked slowly in the wind and snow, with no lights or moon around him.

[Shu Su is gone, and you still have the time to watch the snow? The Ice State is covered in snow, and you're not tired of it yet?]

Jian Shiyuan fiddled with the snowball in his palm, shaping it into the shape of a bird.

The snowbird is chubby and looks a lot like the little red bird in the Blue Star game "Angry Birds".

Jian Shiyuan poked a mouth into it and patiently polished its outline.

"This is winter snow. It's the first time I appreciate winter snow."

[Are you kidding?! You've been through all those autumns and winters and never seen real snow?]

Jian Shiyuan smiled and shook his head. "You misunderstood. I was too busy in the past and let the beautiful scenery go."

The golden chain of law choked and fell silent.

The word "busy" cannot express all the bitterness.

Admiring the winter snow was a hobby reserved for the wealthy and idle. A grassroots cultivator like Jian Shiyuan had no business wasting his time on such a useless pleasure. In winter, the days were short and the nights long, yin and yang were reversed, and demons and evil spirits slaughtered without restraint. He had too much to do: hunt demons, repair his snow-damaged dwelling, and pray for the new year.

He has no right to be idle.

[Then you play slowly]

Jian Shiyuan's lips curled up slightly. He stood on tiptoe, fixed the snow bird on the branch, and decorated its eyes with small dead leaves.

The angry snowbird winked at him, and Jian Shiyuan tilted his head back slightly and chuckled.

"It's boring. Goodbye, my little bird."

Finally, he touched the snowbird again, enjoying a moment of tranquility. The next moment, a strong wind surrounded Jian Shiyuan, and the golden lotus blossoms surged like a torrent, surging and washing away, transforming into a tide of flowers, clearing the way for him. He left all the wind and snow behind.

Fan City in Zhongzhou was built over a thousand years ago. Surrounded by mountains, it borders the Demon Capital, and nestles against the perilous China River. Divided into two realms, humans and demons coexist and rule together, its people are fierce and unruly. It's one of the most prosperous and dangerous commercial cities in the world of immortal cultivation. Merchants and cultivators flock here, and grand auctions are held on special occasions each year, showcasing rare treasures and spiritual materials and instruments needed for cultivation.

Since the last Lord of Fan City ordered the destruction of its subsidiary city, Yuxin City, thousands of years ago, Fan City has no official control. After experiencing wars and chaos, it has become a favorite refuge for evil cultivators and ghost cultivators.

When talking about Fancheng, we have to mention Yuxincheng.

As one of the four subsidiary cities of Fancheng, Yuxin City is located in a sunken area and has a hundred-meter-high wall on all four sides. Looking down from the sky, the whole city looks like a big iron pot, and all the living things in the city are "trapped and boiled". Therefore, tourists and locals also jokingly call it "Pot City".

Jian Shiyuan followed the crowd, walking along the main road into the city. The road was wide enough for six carriages to pass side by side. Along the street were shops, wine shops, singing halls, etc., and it was bustling and bustling.

During Jian Shiyuan's time, Fan City fell and degenerated into a demonic land where demons and monsters roamed rampantly. All the exquisite and magnificent buildings were demolished and burned to ashes.

Jian Shiyuan had only gotten a glimpse of its former prosperity from a corner of history books, but now he could personally appreciate the magnificence of Fancheng. He was overwhelmed with thoughts and could not express all the emotions in his heart.

The vendors enthusiastically solicited customers and introduced their products, and there was a constant stream of tourists.

Jian Shiyuan picked up a wooden hairpin on the stall at random, looked at it, put it down, and picked up another hairpin.

Seeing that he was quite interested, the Golden Chain of Law suddenly said:

[like? ]

Jian Shiyuan laughed, "Could you please not speak so suddenly? It's scary."

[I can't possibly need to report to you before I speak, right? Beep beep—I'm not a loudspeaker!]

"The horn doesn't make a 'beep' sound."

[If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!]

The Golden Chain of Laws was interrupted and forgot what it wanted to ask. After Jian Shiyuan looked through the rough ornaments on the stall, it said angrily:

[If you like, I can make a few identical ones for you, and you can take them out of the illusion.]

Jian Shiyuan held a thick jade hairpin between his fingers and spun it up and down, left and right like a pen. His fingers were very flexible, and the simple jade hairpin flipped and jumped in his palm, as if it had life.

"That's not necessary."

"I was just observing the designs of these ornaments. I wanted to find information about the corresponding era to determine the year Shu Su lived. This kind of folk ornaments like to follow trends, often using different patterns to convey meaning. The popular styles vary from period to period. For example, this jade hairpin has a carved double-winged phoenix at the top and is narrowed overall. This is clearly a style from eight hundred years ago, from when King Wu conquered Qi."

[Stop! Stop talking, I'm not interested in this!]

Jian Shiyuan smiled and stopped talking.

He put the jade hairpin back to its place. The golden chain of law made a beeping sound before he asked him:

[Aren't you tired? Everywhere you go, every time you see something, you have to think about its origins, gather relevant information, and then make a judgment. I feel tired for you.]

In fact, you can ask me directly, there is no need to live so hard.

Jian Shiyuan's smile remained unchanged, "I'm used to it."

He seems to never be sad, cry or feel grief-stricken, just like an exquisite white porcelain jade figure, gentle and calm from beginning to end.

The golden chain of laws could not explain the complex emotions surging in his heart.

Jian Shiyuan stretched lazily and turned his face away. He drooped his eyelashes and looked a little lazy from the side, like a Manjusri flower covered with dew in the early morning. His eyes were looking into the distance. Following his line of sight -

"The protagonist has appeared."

[Comfortable.]

A tall figure walked steadily into Jian Shiyuan's sight.

Shu Su was only wearing a linen robe, and a green bamboo crown simply bound his long, shiny black hair. He had no accessories on his body, except for a tightly wrapped long sword slung behind him.

The Golden Chain of Law said "Huh" and asked:

[His eyes?]

Shu Su wore a silk ribbon wrapped around his eyes, his lips slightly pursed, his appearance thinner yet more refined, his rough clothing not diminishing his beauty. His lips were thin but not translucent, and his nose was perfectly curved, neither austere nor dull, making it hard to look away.

Jian Shiyuan said calmly, "My eyes are fine."

[How did you know?]

Jian Shiyuan smiled and said, "I was blind once, so I know how a blind person walks."

Although a monk's five senses far surpass those of ordinary people, there are still differences in movement between a blind person and a normal person. Shu Su's steps are steady, and he can perfectly avoid all obstacles, even stepping over a pebble. This is not like a blind person.

The Golden Chain of Laws did not ask why Shu Su pretended to be blind, it only asked Jian Shiyuan:

[How can you be blind?!]

"How many times have you been blinded?" Jian Shiyuan said with a smile, "Which time are you asking about?"

[Latest time!]

"When I was fighting the enemy, my spiritual energy was drained away. When the blood and qi surged up, it blocked the blood vessels and nerves in my eyes, so I can't see." Jian Shiyuan said calmly and casually, "It's temporary blindness, nothing serious."

The Golden Chain of Laws sneered

[To save whom?]

A smart man like Jian Shiyuan would never force himself into such a desperate situation if the incident had not happened suddenly and he had not had time to respond, and could only drain his spiritual power with the determination to die.

Blind?!

For a normal person, under normal circumstances, to suddenly go blind would mean losing part of their ability to survive, let alone going blind in battle! Subtle fluctuations on the battlefield could affect the entire situation. In a critical moment, a monk who lost his sight was like cattle or sheep waiting to be slaughtered; even the slightest force could crush him to death.

Jian Shiyuan is still alive and can still laugh about the storm many years later

The Golden Chain of Laws waited for Jian Shiyuan's answer.

"Well—I saved a bunch of strange bad guys."

???

[They betrayed you?!]

In the consciousness of the Golden Chain of Law, "bad guys" are equivalent to "traitors."

It roared angrily:

[Don't tell me you forgave that ungrateful person? Betrayal! You!]

Jian Shiyuan shook his head. There was still a faint smile on his lips as he described what happened that night.

"I killed them all and set them on fire."

His voice was calm and gentle, as if he was telling an insignificant story.

"A fire burned in the Moon Lady Hall. It was so hot that even though I couldn't see it, I could feel the scorching heat blowing towards me. The stone statues crackled as they burned, and many stones fell. A few pieces of rubble hit the roof, making a thud like the sound of drums returning at dusk. The fire burned for a long time, almost burning the entire building, but then it started to rain heavily, extinguishing the flames. The sound of the rain covered the noise of the falling rubble. I listened to the rain and rested until dark before leaving."

As he spoke, Jian Shiyuan stretched out his hand and drew a circle. "There is a well outside the palace. The water inside is very sweet and tastes better than rainwater."

The Golden Chain of Laws felt uncomfortable just by listening to Jian Shiyuan's description. It was obvious that Jian Shiyuan did not add any exaggeration and was just describing the scene truthfully, but it still heard a strange beauty in it, as if destruction could also bring people pleasure.

It is a companion of the Creator God and should not appreciate destruction, but it cannot control itself.

It couldn't help but think -

The flames burned everything, the flames shot up into the sky, the power of fire reached its limit, but was suddenly extinguished by the rain, and everything was being destroyed vigorously.

It was still immersed in its imagination when Jian Shiyuan spoke again, "Betrayal? Not really. I never thought they would be grateful or follow me. I saved them simply because I was 'going with the flow'."

"If you ask me if I would still risk my life to save them knowing the consequences, my answer is 'I would'."

[Why? Why?]

Jian Shiyuan remained calm. "When I saved them, I knew nothing about them, and they hadn't been able to hurt me yet. If you're not doing evil, then do good. If you have to consider the consequences of doing good, then it's better not to do it. There are thousands of people who do good, but there are also thousands who die in vain. If you save people for the sake of a good result, you will regret it one day."

The Golden Chain of Laws spoke in a cold tone, humming:

[You are such a psychopath]

Jian Shiyuan smiled, without commenting, and simply said, "Let me tell you a story. The protagonist of the story is an old friend of mine."

"His name was Dharmamon. He was once the king of a Buddhist kingdom. He was brilliant, brave, and capable, and was hailed by his people as a sage king. At the age of sixteen, he married his childhood sweetheart. They loved each other deeply and had a son and a daughter, both of whom were intelligent and clever."

"One day, while touring the kingdom, he found a traveler dying of thirst in the border desert. He gave the traveler a bag of water and saved his life."

"This should be a good deed, but—"

"That traveler had a fortuitous encounter. He inherited the remains of a sinister cultivator. His power grew immensely, and he became obsessed with power, delusionally aiming for self-determination. He set his sights on the kingdom of Damamon. One day, while Damamon was on patrol, the traveler used night crows to launch a surprise attack on Damamon's city walls, slaughtering all of his retainers and guards, abducting his wife, and burning his two children alive."

"Dharmamon dedicated his life to governing the country, serving his people diligently and diligently, but he was suddenly struck by misfortune. In an instant, he lost his beloved wife, young son, and kingdom."

"In anger and grief, the Dharmamen declared war on the travelers."

Jian Shiyuan paused for a few seconds, sighed, and continued, "Damamon is a gentleman. Even revenge must be done in an open and aboveboard manner. He disdains sneak attacks. Before the battle, the traveler used poisoned wine to paralyze Damamon's nerves and defeated him in battle."

"Dharmamon was severely injured, and the travelers expelled him from the country while he was still dying. On the same day, his queen swallowed gold and died."

"From being above everyone else to having nothing, Dharmamon never gave up. He honed his martial arts day after day. Finally, one day, he decided to challenge the traveler once again. He wanted to take back his kingdom."

Jian Shiyuan pressed his hand to his brow and rubbed it. His movement obscured his expression, leaving only a slight upward curve of his bright lips, a hint of both a smile and anger. "Years of hard training, just for this day. But fate is so ironic—that traveler shaved his head, became a monk, and transformed himself into a master beloved by all."

The traveler knelt before Dharmamon, begging for forgiveness. His eyes were calm, his expression expression indifferent, without any trace of the hostility he had harbored before becoming a monk. He allowed Dharmamon to vent his anger. In that moment, Dharmamon seemed to see the true Buddha, radiant with light after enduring hardships. All of Dharmamon's hardship and suffering seemed like a joke.

"Dharmamon was taught from childhood that 'lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly.' He should forgive the traveler who admits his mistakes and corrects them. If he wants to become a Buddha, he must forgive this enemy. If he is obsessed with revenge, then Dharmamon's Dharma will never be able to improve and he will never become a Buddha. How ridiculous! To become a Buddha, one must forgive the enemy in front of him. Dharmamon's success is tied to forgetfulness."

"The people he once protected are also urging Dharmamon to forgive him. The lessons he learned keep echoing in his mind. Everything is urging Dharmamon to forgive."

[He chose to forgive?]

Jian Shiyuan shook his head. "When I met him, he had already attained Buddhahood, his Dharma name was Sorrowful Weeping. He didn't forgive his enemies; he only hated himself more. All these years later, he'd become a master, but he still couldn't let go. He asked me if all the tragedies would have been avoided if he hadn't saved the travelers. He felt that he was the cause, and he had reaped the bitter fruit of his own actions."

"He didn't forgive the traveler, nor did he kill him. He achieved Buddhahood by blaming himself for his mistakes."

[Then what? ]

The curve of Jian Shiyuan's mouth deepened. "I told him that the fault wasn't his. He saved people out of kindness. Kindness is transcending reason and law. Those who do good often go astray. Those who hesitate and look back will commit great evil."

"He saved the traveler, but his wife and children died because of him. It seemed like cause and effect, but in fact it was just a terrible result of countless possible collisions. If it weren't for the traveler, his wife and children might have encountered other hardships, or even lost their lives."

"It's ridiculous to think twice before giving someone a sip of water."

"If the traveler has committed no major or minor offenses, he's just an ordinary gossipmonger. If he's just a diligent and ambitious young man, he'll still be disliked. How can a person not cause trouble to others in their life? If interference is a bad consequence, then those who do good deeds in that world will suffer bad consequences."

"If doing good is evil, then who in the world does good?"

Jian Shiyuan smiled and said, "I save people without considering the consequences. I just give them a chance."

After a long while, the Golden Chain of Laws asked:

[After hearing your nonsense, he lost his mind?]

Jian Shiyuan: "He seemed to be both sad and happy. He closed his eyes and held his breath. He was silent for a long time and begged me to kill him."

"I asked him, 'If you commit suicide now, how will you face your wife and children?' He bowed down, performing a Buddhist ritual, and replied, 'It's too late.' He held himself accountable to becoming a Buddha. If he doubted his previous choice, his energy would explode, rupturing his spleen and killing him. He could never go back to the past."

"I saw Buddha's light emanating from his entire body, and his aura surged, as if the true Buddha had descended. I knew he wouldn't live long."

"I asked him if he had any unfulfilled wishes. He gave me the Buddhist beads, kowtowed to me, and replied—"

"He took all the Buddhas into hell."

"I don't know if 'he' refers to himself or the traveler. I left with the Buddhist beads, and the pagoda behind me collapsed. But I learned a lesson from his story—"

“Never blame yourself for the hardships you encounter, and don’t narrow your path.”

"I never regret my choice. The most fatal mistake that group made was underestimating my strength and blindly attacking me. In the end, they were killed by me. It was truly because they were inferior in skill."

The golden chain of law is silent.

It finally understood how Jian Shiyuan's character was formed.

He will actively absorb the tragedies of others and condense his own principles in his heart, and constantly improve them as life principles.

This kind of person is determined but also cold-blooded.

In the face of betrayal, he neither resents nor hates, neither feels sad nor happy, just like a jade hiding its true self.

Such an indifferent and arrogant attitude——

It's really out of human nature.

He is a born God.

The Golden Chain of Laws suddenly asked:

[What about the Buddhist beads?]

Jian Shiyuan answered easily, "I ate it."

The Golden Chain of Laws was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

——As expected of you!

After Damamen attained Buddhahood, his Buddhist beads became a treasure. Jian Shiyuan was still very weak at that time. That precious treasure could protect him as he grew up, but he ate it?

have eaten!

[Dahammer, you are wasting natural resources]

Jian Shiyuan raised his eyes, a smile still on his lips, "I'm hungry, and it's edible. I can survive by eating it. How can this be considered a waste of natural resources?"

Her index finger gently brushed along her lower lip, staining it with color. "Wild walnuts are really delicious."

The cold wind blew, ruffling Jian Shiyuan's long hair.

Strands of hair were like black mist, gently evaporating and dissipating. Jian Shiyuan slowly gathered up his long hair. Coincidentally, Shu Su walked past him. Suddenly, Jian Shiyuan put two fingers together and pointed at Shu Su's covered eyes.

[what you do? ! ]

"I wonder why he's playing blind."

Shu Su walked forward unconsciously. Jian Shiyuan touched the soft silk ribbon. Shu Su was still moving forward. Jian Shiyuan's fingers passed through his eyes and pushed forward. Jian Shiyuan felt the touch of damp and cold flesh and blood. Shu Su continued to move forward——

Countless rays of light exploded from the point where the two touched.

Light!

Golden light!

The golden chain of law roared:

[Jane Dahammer, can you please stop being so impulsive? Do you want to destroy this memory?!]

The cold wind whistled, carrying Jian Shiyuan's low laughter. "Don't be nervous, I'm just trying."

Shu Su raised his head slightly, and the wind blew through the silk ribbon. He seemed to notice something and frowned slightly.

"Don't you think it's interesting to control the progress of the illusion in a different way?"

[I am you a mountain egg]

The golden light completely filled the space, and it was still endlessly invading, squeezing, and filling it up.

Shu Su relaxed his brows and said, "It's the sunlight. It's so dazzling."

boom!

The illusory world was completely blown up!

Cuiwei County, adjacent to Fancheng, is a small county town that can accommodate 100,000 people.

This place is a mixed crowd, but everyone lives and works in peace and order, just like a paradise.

Autumn goes and winter comes.

Cuiwei County ushered in a grand celebration to welcome the gods and pray for blessings, the Wansheng Lotus Festival.

The Wansheng Lotus Festival is a special grand ceremony where the followers of the Wansheng Sect broadcast the "divine will" of the Wansheng Mother. It is also the Bush Day that the people of Cuiwei County look forward to the most.

On the day of the ceremony, the Wansheng Church distributed holy water that could cure illnesses and prolong life. No matter whether you believed in the Wansheng Church or not, you could receive it. Many elderly people who were dying of illness relied on a small bottle of holy water to survive the long and cold winter.

Ouch——

The welcoming float arrived, and countless believers gathered around the tall vehicle. They were shoulder to shoulder and hand to hand, tightly packed together but without any dispute. Even if someone's shoes were stepped on and fell off, they would not cry out. Everyone's face was filled with a satisfied and happy smile.

The streets and alleys are bustling with people coming and going.

Jian Shiyuan sat in a restaurant facing the street, overlooking the floats, his fingers slowly stroking the golden chain pattern on his neck, feeling the warmth of a living person and the pulsation of his blood vessels.

The storyteller on the first floor was telling the story of the Mother of All Life. Jian Shiyuan listened patiently to the exaggerated myth, extracted information from it, and roughly figured out the background of this Mother of All Life.

The full name of the Mother of All Lives is Shanglang, the Infinite, Pure, Holy and Supreme True God. She is not a human being, but a spirit transformed from the innate blue lotus. Because of her bodhisattva heart and her generosity, she often transforms into a kind-looking old lady to warn and save people, and is respected as a guardian god.

Plant fairies, it sounds like they have good tempers and personalities.

Through the hanging bamboo curtain, the sunlight was shining brightly, and Jian Shiyuan met the eyes of a believer. Her cloudy eyeballs were shining with happiness, her lips were plump and full, and her cheeks were rosy. It was obvious that she had no worries about food and clothing.

happiness?

After so long, Jian Shiyuan finally saw happiness on the faces of ordinary people again. Under the rule of the goblins, people can only show such a satisfied and happy smile.

This Wansheng Mother is quite interesting.

Jian Shiyuan smiled, a sincere smile.

[You don't object to monsters ruling over humans?]

The Golden Chain of Laws understands the arrogance of the human race.

The more powerful humans are, the more likely they are to have an inexplicable sense of superiority. Even Kaiyuan, the human race's saint king, is prejudiced against other races. They always believe in the motto "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts." They will never be as calm and open as Jian Shiyuan to appreciate an alien who is ruling the human race.

Of course, not only humans, but gods also have their own positions and preferences.

Paviloin loves the elves the most, and among all creations, only Shafulsi can calm him down from his rage.

Jian Shiyuan reached out to catch a ray of sunlight, his brows bright, "Why are you objecting?"

"Those with ability rule over the common ones. This is in accordance with the law. Humanity is just one of the countless intelligent creatures. There is nothing special about it."

You will become a merciful father, a great God.

Jian Shiyuan was startled, frowning slightly, but the corners of his mouth raised habitually, "Don't expect too much from me"

"You are destined to be disappointed."

The golden chain of law was slightly hot.

It wanted to say something, but a scream interrupted the conversation between the two.

Jian Shiyuan smiled as he searched for the source of the sound. Once his eyes met the sound, his smile gradually widened and he became more relaxed.

A magnificent jade chariot slowly approached, its light veils dancing gracefully, as if a fairy palace had descended upon the earth. Countless intricate lotus patterns were carved into the chariot's body, radiant and brilliant.

There are beautiful maids wearing veils on both sides of the jade chariot, and a young girl sits in the middle.

When the wind blew up a corner of the veil, Jian Shiyuan vaguely caught a glimpse of her face.

The girl was wearing a wide green skirt, had long snow-white hair, her skin was crystal clear and moist, her lips were pale, and her whole face was sickly, as if she was about to die in the next second, but her eyes were full of vigorous vitality, and she looked very contradictory.

Countless lotus petals were blown by the wind, and everyone on the street knelt down, crowding both sides.

Jian Shiyuan heard someone whispering:

"It's the Lotus Saint! This year's ceremony will be hosted by the Lotus Saint again!"

"Isn't it Saint Zhelian's turn?

"Saint Zhelian has been in meditation for three years and still hasn't broken through. Is there anything wrong?"

"Shut up! How dare you, a bunch of scoundrels, criticize the Saint?!"

"Here it comes! The Saint has seen me!"

Wherever the Jade Paladin went, the people along the way bowed their heads heavily. They looked up at the girl in the Jade Paladin with devout longing and shouted loudly:

"Mother of All Life, with boundless immortality."

"Rescue those in need, pick the lotus and hold it."

Countless people made countless voices, all shouting the same slogan in unison. Their voices grew louder and louder, shaking the sky.

Jian Shiyuan was overwhelmed by the noise all around him. He rolled up the bamboo curtain, leaned out his upper body, and listened more carefully and observed everyone's expressions.

Without exception, everyone's blood boiled and they shouted with excitement and joy.

Tens of thousands of people were cheering and kneeling. With such momentum, the Wansheng Sect was truly popular among the people.

The jade chariot moved forward slowly under the support of the people. More and more people came from all directions. They followed the jade chariot like ants following honey. Jian Shiyuan looked down at all living beings, watching them gather more and more, get smaller and smaller, and finally disappear completely at the corner of the mountain.

After the jade chariot left, the whole street became completely quiet. The diners and waiters in the restaurant had already followed the jade and ran away.

The businessmen who open their doors to do business don't even want money. This is really

Jian Shiyuan went downstairs and walked out the door.

On the street, he met Shu Su, who looked pale.

Shu Su's eyes were not yet bound, and the wound on his knuckles had just scabbed over. He held the sword tightly in his hand. Just then, a petal fell, and his eyelashes fluttered. At that moment, Jian Shiyuan saw the cold murderous look in his eyes through the petal.

Cold, oppressive death.

Jian Shiyuan didn't know how many demons Shu Su had killed, but at this moment, Shu Su was like a flower that had been squeezed to extract the juice, with an indescribable old feeling all over her body, as if it would rot rapidly in the next second, brewing a pungent and distinctive fragrance.

It was as if he was left behind in yesterday, everything around him was moving forward, but he was the only one left behind.

Shu Su looked at the green mountains from afar, and said through her thin lips, "The evildoers who fool people deserve to die."

The night is quiet.

Cuiwei County was shrouded in a thin green mist. No sound could be heard in the long streets and narrow alleys. The chirping of insects and birds that should have been there suddenly disappeared. There was dead silence in all directions. Jian Shiyuan did not hear any sound of life, as if this was an abandoned city.

The cold moonlight illuminates the entire county.

Jian Shiyuan walked on the dark and silent long street. There were still many petals scattered on the empty street. Jian Shiyuan hooked his finger, and a petal floated up and fell into his palm.

“That shouldn’t be the case.”

[Um? ]

Jian Shiyuan showed the petals in her hand. "They're so fresh. Normally, petals would become dry and brittle at the edges after half a day of wind and sun, but this petal looks like it was just picked."

The Golden Chain of Laws looked down upon him and scoffed:

[Creating a "miracle" requires a huge investment. These petals are props used by the Mother of All Life to deceive her followers. How could they be allowed to wither and rot?]

Jian Shiyuan stroked the petals and thought carefully. "No, the price is too high. There are so many easier and more spectacular ways to create miracles. The Mother of All Life wouldn't be so stupid as to waste her magic power on useless things. The petals should have a more important purpose."

Jian Shiyuan looked up and glanced at the sky meaninglessly, when he suddenly saw an extremely shocking scene.

Countless petals burst out like a flood and gathered in the sky.

No one could tell where they came from, a vast torrent surging across the sky in an unstoppable manner. Each petal, crystalline and translucent, sparkled in the moonlight, gleaming with the luster of gemstones. As if possessing life itself, they soared and leaped with incredible agility, ultimately converging into a crystalline "Sky River."

Jian Shiyuan looked up and saw the "Mianhe" lighting up the sky and illuminating the entire county.

"This power"

The corners of Jian Shiyuan's mouth curled up slightly. He was not afraid at all, and calmly appreciated the strange phenomena of heaven and earth.

Such a gorgeous and magnificent river of petals, with layers of petals surging and washing the sky, the darkness was driven out of Cuiwei County by the gathered light of the stars, and the whole county was like sunshine, with light and shadow interweaving and shining dazzlingly.

What is even more shocking is that countless petals scattered and poured into thousands of homes. They seeped in through door cracks, window eaves gaps, and roof tiles, and no one could stop them or notice.

"What does she want to do?"

Countless petals passed through Jian Shiyuan's body. They were unrestrained, calling their friends and rushing past.

The petals on the ground also sparkled with the same luster. They slowly floated up, then "whoosh" out, eagerly and madly rushing into the river of petals.

The petals in Jian Shiyuan's hands were also not behaving well, bumping left and right, trying to break free from Jian Shiyuan's restraints.

As soon as Jian Shiyuan let go of his hand, it flew away like a bird that had gained freedom, disappearing into the river of flowers.

At this time!

There was a loud "boom" above my head.

The overwhelming petals surged even more crazily, and for a moment, Jian Shiyuan seemed to hear countless thirsty voices, "Eat eat eat" and "Hungry hungry hungry".

It was like a dream talk, surrounding Jian Shiyuan's ears, up and down, repeating over and over again.

Jian Shiyuan's body shook, and he felt his five senses become cloudy, and endless sleepiness and fatigue surged into his heart.

I really want to have a good sleep

The Golden Chain of Law sensed something was wrong and was about to remind Jian Shiyuan, but he saw Jian Shiyuan shake and regain his consciousness.

He pinched his fingers and half-closed his eyes, and in just a moment, he completely understood the situation in front of him.

"These petals are a life-imprisoning formation. Let's go to heaven, and the life gate will be right above our heads."

Before the golden chain of laws could react, Jian Shiyuan tapped his toes, and countless sharp golden lights surrounded him. The night wind blew his long hair, and under the moonlight, Jian Shiyuan's lips were as bright as a flower wet with dew in the early morning. Looking again, Jian Shiyuan was already hanging gracefully in the air.

Standing too high, Jian Shiyuan overlooked Cuiwei County.

The universe is so vast, yet living beings are so small.

He caught a glimpse of an extremely strange scene.

Countless black shadows slowly walked out of the houses and streets, and they gathered somewhere. The sparkling "Sky River" illuminated their faces, which were pale and expressionless.

They are all residents of Cuiwei County!

One by one, figures crossed the river of petals, with countless petals wrapped around their sides. The glittering light flickered, dimming and dimming, dimly illuminating the road ahead. They seemed unaware of it, and lined up quietly and orderly, led forward by the petals.

The petals danced wildly and flew around the people. Jian Shiyuan could feel their eagerness.

It seemed like they couldn't wait to enjoy the delicious meal.

Jian Shiyuan watched them walk one by one to the square in the center of the county town, and then stood there motionless, as if he had turned into a sculpture without any joy or sadness.

The petals were even more restless. They danced up and down around the "sculpture", "ding" their pale faces from time to time, rubbing greedily, unwilling to leave.

In Cuiwei County, which is as bright as day, countless stiff statues stand there. Their faces are stiff, their eyes are open and their lips are pursed, they seem alive yet not alive.

It's as bright as day here, but it makes people tremble with fear.

The Golden Chain of Law was shaken to the point of feeling nauseous, and couldn't help but complain:

[what the hell? ]

They filmed all the living people in the entire county and set them here. What were they planning to do?

What kind of ceremony requires the participation of so many living people?

Could it be that Wansheng's mother wants to massacre the entire county?!

Jian Shiyuan frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "Be patient and wait."

It didn't take long, just a cup of tea, before I heard a loud drumming sound in the sky.

“Bang—”

The petals flying all over the sky seemed to have received instructions and roared excitedly. The waves of flowers were like a torrent bursting through a dam, rushing madly towards the stiff people. They densely stuck to the human skin and sucked greedily.

Power, a power hundreds of times stronger than before, descended.

Jian Shiyuan saw countless petals emitting strong light. They were stacked layer upon layer, covering all the "statues" layer by layer. They were absorbing the vitality of the living!

At the same time, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

The "sculptures" swayed, as if they could not bear the suction of the petals. At the same time, many petals reluctantly fanned the "sculptures" faces, rubbing against the residents' gradually pale skin, and fell off one by one.

They fell to the ground, forming a thick layer.

When the last petal fell, all the petals melted into a pool of pink liquid. They squirmed and finally gathered into a pink, sparkling river.

Suddenly, a huge lotus platform appeared out of thin air in the sky, and the pink river seemed to have received some instructions and quickly gathered towards the lotus platform.

Jian Shiyuan stared at the glittering lotus platform, thinking something was wrong. "No wonder she still had the energy to rescue so many people."

The power of the grass and wood fairies is limited, and the power of the Mother of All Life alone cannot heal so many people.

The "holy water" that saves the people should be the pink water made from flower petals.

The petals absorb the vitality of the people, which is transformed into medicine to treat diseases and then fed back to the people, thus forming a virtuous circle.

Just as he was thinking, Jian Shiyuan suddenly smelled a strange meaty aroma.

Following the fragrance, Jian Shiyuan saw stewed chickens and ducks placed on the altar not far away.

The people whose vitality had been sucked away were like starving ghosts reincarnated. They pounced on the meat frantically and tore it into big mouthfuls.

They were pale and ate voraciously, even chewing the bones and swallowing them. Just looking at the way they ate, someone who didn't know them would have thought they had been hungry for several years.

Jian Shiyuan found it funny. He wanted to say something, but he heard a clear sound of a sword.

clang!

Immediately, Jian Shiyuan's heart sank.

Oh no, it’s Shu Su.

He misunderstood.