Hug me now.
Seeing that Jian Zhen was hesitant to speak, the housekeeper knelt down and said, "I am the old servant who said too much. If the master is not happy, I deserve to die. I will never mention it again."
Jian Zhen was still a little confused. Actually, it was not that he did not understand what the housekeeper meant. Although he was a modern man, he understood history. He just did not expect that this world was the same.
But he had never thought about it so much before.
Jian Zhen stopped the person who was kowtowing and said, "Get up, I'm not angry."
The housekeeper was skeptical and praised: "Master is really generous, no wonder the master loves you so much, with you here, there is no need to worry about the family being in turmoil!"
Jian Zhen: “…”
This was the only grass that had grown in the Demon Palace's main hall for hundreds of years.
The home can be described as peaceful, not to mention quiet.
The whole day passed fairly normally, so Jane didn't take this little thing to heart.
Until dusk.
There was the sound of a servant bowing in the yard. Jian Zhen, who was sitting by the yard basking in the sun, glanced over and saw Ye Jisheng, dressed in a black robe, walking in. As if stepping on the damp air of the twilight, his tall body came slowly with great momentum.
The servants along the way bowed and knelt down.
Ye Jisheng walked through the empty garden, stood in front of Jian Zhen and said, "Why don't you go in and sleep if you're tired?"
Jian Zhen yawned softly: "I want to wait until you come back before going to sleep."
Ye Jisheng sneered: "If I don't come back today, you won't sleep?"
"You will come back." Jian Zhen's fair little face had tears in the corners of his eyes from yawning. He said softly, "I know you will do what you promised me."
Ye Jisheng stretched out his hand to pull him up. His hands were white and slender, very pleasing to the eye. However, these hands had just killed someone during the day and were stained with countless blood and sins.
Jane Zhen put her hand into his palm.
Warm.
In stark contrast to the cold appearance of his hands, his palms were so gentle.
Jian Zhen said, "Have you finished all your work?"
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Yeah."
The twilight of the setting sun slowly fell, gradually taking away the warmth of the day. Ye Jisheng said, "The little demon from the demon clan escaped from the forest by chance, exposing my whereabouts and attracting a few small insects."
Jane was really surprised: "Why did he do this?"
Ye Jisheng said as if he had heard a funny joke: "I have said that there are many people in the three realms who want to take my life when I am weak."
The god who is about to endure the heavenly tribulation has also experienced a battle with the immortals. His vitality has been severely damaged, and his spirit has not yet been replenished. It can be said that this is his weakest stage, which will naturally attract many people.
Jane Zhen looked at him with some concern.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "In these three realms, as long as I don't want to die, no one who can take my life has appeared yet."
Jian Zhen quickly covered his mouth and said, "Pooh, pooh, pooh, don't talk about death all the time, it's unlucky."
This is an extremely bold move.
Ye Jisheng's lips brushed across his soft palm. Jian Zhen's body had a faint scent of grass, soft and gentle. The man's cold eyes fell on him, and their eyes met.
Jane Zhen blinked and withdrew her hand.
Ye Jisheng said expressionlessly: "I noticed that you seem to be getting bolder and bolder recently."
Jane really said, “Yeah.”
He who grows the grass decides his temper.
I don't know when it started, but he became less and less afraid of him.
Ye Jisheng entered the room and sat down on a chair and asked, "Did anything happen in the mansion today?"
After Jian Zhen entered the room, she rested on the couch and said softly, "Nothing special."
After thinking about it carefully.
Jian Zhen sat up from the couch and said, "Oh, I remember now. The housekeeper asked me if I could find some people to entertain you because she was afraid you would be bored."
Ye Jisheng played with the fabric on the corner of Jian Zhen's clothes and said calmly, "I don't want to kill anyone recently."
Jian Zhen: “…”
He just knew it.
"I don't mean to kill you." Jian Zhen thought about what the housekeeper said and said, "Maybe it's because the housekeeper misunderstood our relationship and was afraid that you would be lonely because I'm pregnant."
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees instantly.
Ye Jisheng's eyes fell over, and his originally dark eyes seemed to glow red. He opened his lips and said, "I don't want to kill you either. If you still want to live, shut up."
Very fierce.
Xiaocao was a little confused, not knowing why he suddenly got so angry.
Jian really wanted to sit back on the couch, but his movement was not steady and his calf cramped. He gasped in pain, his fair little face wrinkled up, and he made a sound of pain.
Ye Jisheng's expression changed, and he came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jane's eyes were red, and she said softly, "My leg is cramping."
It has been more than six months now, and his belly has become curved, like a small round watermelon, but it was the first time that his legs cramped, and the pain was so severe that he was about to cry.
Ye Jisheng's hand fell on his calf and said, "Don't move."
Jane really didn't dare to move.
Ye Jisheng's hand was on his calf, and Jian Zhen felt a warm breath entering his meridians, slowly soothing the pain in his cramped calf, and the original pain was also reduced a lot.
Jian Zhen looked at him and said softly, "It doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore."
Ye Jisheng put away his hand and said, "You are in a heavy state now, so go back after you finish dealing with things here."
Jian Zhen nodded obediently. He looked at Ye Jisheng's profile and said, "Are you not angry anymore?"
Ye Jisheng was so angry that he laughed: "Why do you say that, why am I angry?"
Jian Zhen: “…”
How would he know why he was angry?
But he was really angry just now!
He is about to kill the grass. Isn't this called being angry? Even when the Demon Lord wanted to scare him before, he never said such words!
Jane really said: "I don't know either."
Ye Jisheng glanced at him sideways, his eyes were cold and his expression was somewhat gloomy. Such an ambiguous expression instantly made a certain little grass no longer dare to investigate further.
Jian Zhen quickly said, "I will never talk about finding someone to entertain you again."
Ye Jisheng sneered.
Jian Zhen was sleepy again. He yawned and said, "Then don't bother the housekeeper. She knows that she doesn't understand our relationship and has no ill intentions..."
Those who were too sleepy were directly picked up and placed on the bed.
Jian Zhen fell asleep without even realizing it. He couldn't sleep well without Ye Jisheng by his side during the day, and he fell asleep almost immediately.
Three days later
Taoist Master Shen Ji arrived in the town.
The town has not been peaceful these past two days. Every household is trying to raise tribute, and everyone is hoping that rain can change the severe drought.
Jian Zhen dragged Ye Jisheng to the square in the east of the city early in the morning.
I saw a tall altar standing in the originally empty square, with an offering table on it. On the table was a big pig's head and a variety of other dishes. Tall flags were erected on the wooden platforms on both sides, with burning torches and many animal corpses piled below. Blood was poured on the brazier, and the air was filled with a bloody smell.
Jane almost wanted to vomit.
Ye Jisheng used a spell to isolate the breath and felt better.
The old man waved from a distance, "You two, come here!"
Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng walked over, and the old man had already taken a seat. He said, "When the ceremony starts, you will be able to see the Taoist priest show his power!"
Many villagers came one after another.
Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng stood at the edge. While there were many people around, he whispered to Ye Jisheng, "I don't think it's right. It seems that neither the immortals nor the demons have ever seen such a formation for praying for rain."
Ye Jisheng's handsome and cold profile was indifferent. He curled his lips and smiled: "This is a magic that has long been banned by the ghost clan. It uses the souls of the dead as sacrifices and transforms them into psychic power to control the magic."
Jian Zhen said, "What will happen to these dead souls?"
"The normal six realms should follow the cycle of reincarnation." Ye Jisheng said, "But the souls controlled by this method will be scattered and unable to be reborn."
Jane was really stunned.
Although the sacrifices mentioned above are all cattle, sheep and other domestic animals, all things have spirits. Even animals have lives and should have the right to live. Even if they are dead, how can we not let go of their souls?
Just thinking about it.
A group of people were walking slowly towards them from a distance. It was Taoist Priest Shen Ji who was supported by a group of villagers.
Looking at each other from a distance.
Taoist Priest Shen Ji, wearing a yellow robe, walked in the middle of the crowd. As he walked, he looked at the offerings on the altar and shook his head, saying, "It's still not enough. If you want it to rain harder, you can't be reluctant to give up the offerings..."
The mayor was a thin middle-aged man. He said with embarrassment: "But, but this is the only one that every household in our town has..."
The Taoist priest said somewhat displeasedly: "If that's the case, then you can't blame me for not coming to pray for rain often."
The poor mayor quickly said, "No, no, no, don't be angry, Taoist priest, let's think of another way."
The mayor quickly ordered the people in other towns to find ways to collect sacrifices and money. Now, many people were in trouble.
Taoist Master Shen Ji snorted upon seeing this: "I am not doing this just for myself. With such a small sacrifice, even if I agree, the heavens will not agree!"
As soon as the words fell.
A clear voice came from the crowd, and Jian Zhen said, "I don't think so."
Taoist Shen Ji's expression changed instantly and he looked over: "Who?"
Jian Zhen looked at him and said calmly, "If God has justice, he would not use such a cruel method to slaughter countless lives in exchange for rain."
Taoist Master Shen Ji said angrily: "They are just beasts. What does it matter if they are sacrificed? You are from the outer city, right? You don't know the sufferings of the world. You are talking nonsense. You really don't know what you are talking about!"
The air was silent for a moment.
Ye Jisheng sneered, and before he said anything, Jian Zhen knew that this god was pissed off.
Jane really didn't have time to say anything.
Ye Jisheng walked over slowly, and with just one kick, he kicked the Taoist priest, who had been so arrogant just now, to the ground. The man stepped over the Taoist priest's body, and the sound of his bones breaking could be heard.
The mayor was stunned.
Under the gaze of all the villagers, Ye Jisheng walked up to the altar and overturned it with one kick. The bloody bodies of the animals that were about to be burned rolled down. In the horrified eyes of the villagers, he said calmly: "Bury these animals or eat them."
Taoist Master Shen Ji climbed up in disbelief. He pointed at the arrogant people on the stage and said, "What are you doing? You destroyed the altar. Do you still want to pray for rain?"
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
Many people in the town also reacted, and everyone looked sad because of praying for rain.
Taoist Priest Shen Ji took the opportunity to stir up public anger: "Everyone, come and see, it was him who destroyed the altar. The gods are going to be angry, and there will be no more rain. All of you will die!!"
These words frightened all the people.
Some people knelt down tremblingly and said:
“Please don’t blame me, God.”
"Yeah, let's go."
"Don't blame me..."
More and more suffering people in the square knelt on the ground and kowtowed. For a moment, the whole place was filled with wailing. Just when Jian Zhen felt a little bit sorry for them,
Ye Jisheng on the stage sneered and kicked the wine jar and brazier for offering sacrifices to the gods behind him into pieces. The crashing sound made the square silent. His actions seemed absurd but he was calm and methodical. He slowly smashed the entire altar. His tall body was full of oppression. Even the people below did not dare to approach him and could only watch him act.
Taoist Master Shen Ji trembled and said, "You, how dare you smash the altar?"
Ye Jisheng cast a cold gaze down and said, "So what?"
Taoist Master Shen Ji wants to speak more.
Ye Jisheng said, "What heavenly law, what drought? There is a stream a hundred miles away from your town. If there is a drought here, just build a canal to divert water. There are thousands of roads. What's the point of kneeling here and praying all day? If it is a god that needs blood sacrifices and lives to fall before it will rain, what's the point of not worshipping it?"
The whole square was silent. Everyone could see the black figure on the high platform. The wind blew over. He was standing in the crimson ruins, with an indifferent and cold gaze like a god in the sky.
The sun shines down.
It fell on every resident of the town, and the wind blew the bloody smell everywhere.
Ye Jisheng walked to Jian Zhen's side. Every step he took was leisurely, calm and casual, as if he was just coming back from a walk. He said, "Let's go home."
Jian Zhen held his hand as if she had just woken up from a dream.
When Ye Jisheng passed by the mayor, he took out another night-shining pearl from somewhere and threw it to him, saying calmly: "If the altar was really useful, the town would not be in this state now. If you don't save yourself, no one can save you, let alone the altar."
After saying that, he pulled Jian Zhen away without waiting for others to react.
All the way back to the house.
Jian Zhen was still somewhat frightened and asked in a low voice, "If we smash the altar, will they not let us go?"
Ye Jisheng heard the word "we", glanced at him sideways, smiled with an ambiguous meaning, and said lightly: "Why, you are not angry that I smashed their altar?"
Jian Zhen was puzzled: "Why should I be angry? You did nothing wrong."
Ye Jisheng was rarely surprised.
After all, no matter what he did in the past, as long as it was related to burning, killing and looting, his little grass would puff up its face in displeasure.
Jian Zhen said: "You are right. Such sacrifices should not exist. There are indeed gods in this world, but if the gods can only be responded to in such a cruel way, why do we have to worship them? What's more, I think you are right. If you want something, you have to fight for it yourself. You have to build ditches to get water to save them!"
Ye Jisheng said calmly, "Oh, the channel. I just mentioned that channel casually. It will take at least five years to open the channel. By that time, this town would probably have been extinct."
Jian Zhen was shocked: "Ah, so you lied to them?"
Ye Jisheng leaned lazily on the couch and smiled.
As soon as Jian Zhen saw his smile, she knew he was teasing her, so she quickly came over and pulled his clothes: "Hurry up and tell me!"
Ye Jisheng finally looked out the window and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, it will rain in a few days."
Jian Zhen was stunned: "Why?"
"The fire on the altar just now," Ye Jisheng said, "burned the woods behind the land temple, which has destroyed the feng shui there. The blood of the cattle and sheep on the altar flowed into the land, which is enough for it to recover in a few days. Rain will fall soon."
Jian Zhen was stunned. At that time, he thought that the man was just smashing things randomly, but he didn't expect that these seemingly random actions actually took everything into account.
Meeting Ye Jisheng’s dark eyes.
Jian Zhen actually seemed to understand this man a little better. He said softly, "Then let's wait together."
Ye Jisheng asked: "Why, aren't you worried that I'm lying to you?"
"You won't lie to me." Jane Zhen leaned into his arms and said, "I know."
Because the people of the demon tribe were once in dire straits, you will not bear to see people of other tribes suffer. Because Ye Jisheng, you are the god who always speaks hard but is soft-hearted.
Day 2
Wake up from sleep.
Jian Zhen heard the noise outside in the yard. He came out of the house and saw a group of villagers holding hoes and weapons. For a moment he thought they were here to seek revenge.
Being nervous.
The leader walked over and said, "Sir, we discussed this yesterday. You are right. How long can we last if we always rely on the Taoist priest and the altar? Let's discuss and let some people go outside the town to bring water in, and some people dig ditches. Although this will take a long time, as long as we keep persisting, we can overcome even a severe drought!"
Jane really didn't expect that the uncle and others would say this.
There were quite a few villagers behind him, and they all gave him kind looks.
After Jian Zhen finally confirmed everyone's intentions, she smiled and nodded, "Well, I believe the drought will definitely pass!"
After the old man said a few more words, the other villagers followed him and left.
Jian Zhen looked at the backs of the people leaving. Many of them were very thin, but as they stepped on the dry land, no one gave up their homeland or hope of living. The human race is such a powerful race with solidified faith that they can take root and grow no matter how barren and adverse the environment is.
Ye Jisheng came over from behind.
Jian Zhen said: "Everyone is really good. We have finally come to a happy ending after all the hardship. However, we still haven't figured out how to repair our spirits."
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "In fact, I have already found some clues last night."
Jian Zhen was a little surprised. His eyes lit up and he said, "So the method I thought of is true?"
Ye Jisheng walked into the house and said, "We'll know tomorrow whether it's true or not."
Jian Zhen was originally still wondering why it was tomorrow already.
But in the evening, when he was still enjoying the cool in the yard, thunder rumbled in the sky. Thunder after thunder came from the distant sky, bringing the sound of hope.
Jane's eyes really lit up.
Ye Jisheng stood in the corridor watching all this and smiled.
Jane really said: "It's going to rain."
Ye Jisheng nodded calmly and said to Jian Zhen: "It's windy, let's go back to the house."
Jian Zhen seemed to hear the cheers of villagers not far from the house. This rain was hope of life for the whole town. He looked at Ye Jisheng, smiled and said, "The gods really showed their power."
Ye Jisheng said: "I am a demon god, I don't care about wind and rain, it's just the law of the land here."
After the words fell.
Another flash of lightning flashed by, and Jian Zhen seemed to see a vague figure of a small land man in the yard not far away. He knelt down and kowtowed several times in the direction of Ye Jisheng before disappearing.
The housekeeper and the servants in the mansion were all happily fetching water: "It's raining, it's raining..."
Such a night was spent with joy and the sound of thunder and rain.
Jian Zhen woke up in Ye Jisheng's arms. He opened his eyes and looked into Ye Jisheng's eyes. His eyelashes trembled and he said, "I always feel like you look much better."
Ye Jisheng's face has always been pale since the past few days.
Ye Jisheng responded calmly, "My spirit has recovered a little."
"So fast!" Jian Zhen sat up and said, "Did the villagers in the town do something?"
The question soon had an answer.
After the rain, the sky cleared up. Not long after Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng went out, they met the old man and others. The old man was very excited when he saw them and said, "Young Master, you are really the great benefactors of our town!"
Jian Zhen was stunned: "Ah?"
The old man said enthusiastically, "If it weren't for what you said to your husband, we would have been asked for a lot of money by the Taoist priest. Now we are determined to trim the canal, and it has rained heavily. This is God's will and a good omen. You are the heroes of our Muyu Town. The mayor said this morning that he would build a temple for your husband in the square in the south of the city!"
Jian Zhen was a little stunned. She didn't expect it to be so smooth. "Isn't this too..."
The old man hasn't spoken yet.
A handsome young man standing behind the old man said, "It is right to build a temple for the old master. If the old master had not smashed the altar a few days ago, my father would have killed the last big yellow cow in the family and sent it as a sacrifice. That was the old cow left by my mother. It was thanks to your old master that the cow was saved."
The old man patted the boy's head a little embarrassedly and said, "You little bastard, you just say whatever you want."
The young man just smiled and walked up to Jian Zhen and said, "Your master is really a different kind of big shot. I have never seen such a good man in this town. I like him very much, but I can see that he is your husband and he only has eyes for you. But you have to be careful. I think there are many people who like your husband. If you don't keep a close eye on him, he won't be yours alone."
Jane was really confused: "What?"
Just saying.
Ye Jisheng came over from behind.
Jian Zhen saw many people gathered around Lord Demon. Perhaps to express their gratitude, many people stuffed things into his arms, including food, small tender purses and sachets. Although Lord Demon had a very cold face, he was still inevitably touched during the contact and got some marks on it.
I looked at the arms that were originally occupied by me, but now there were some other people’s things in them.
The grass fell into deep thought, feeling inexplicably sour.
So when the Demon God walked up to him and saw Jian Zhen was daydreaming, he asked, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Jian Zhen raised her eyes and said, "I think I understand."
Ye Jisheng frowned: "What do you know?"
Jane Zhen said softly, "I understand why you were angry that night."
On the night when the housekeeper proposed to let Lord Demon take a concubine, he didn't understand why Ye Jisheng was angry, and why he was angry about what he said. At that time, he didn't react.
Ye Jisheng looked at the dazed Xiaocao and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"
Jane Zhen's fair face was full of seriousness as she said, "I didn't guess why you were angry before, but now I know."
Ye Jisheng didn't expect him to answer correctly, and said indifferently: "Oh? How do you know?"
"Because I am a little angry now." Jian Zhen's dark eyes reflected his figure clearly, and he opened his arms: "But I shouldn't be angry, hug me now, and I will be fine."
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