She was a false god, a monster created by the faith of mortals.
But she wanted to devise a plan to merge herself into the snow demon's body.
The process did not seem to go smoothly, and he did not appear before the priests or others for many years.
The priestess feared and dreaded the gods. Even though the gods were not present, she still diligently managed the temple, and the spiritual power within the temple continued to flow.
Naturally, she also reaped many benefits.
And so, gradually, the people forgot about that heavy snow, but they remembered that the priest who had saved the day still looked exactly the same as he had back then.
This further convinced the people that God truly existed.
But why, after so many years, has this heavy snow started falling again?
Tang Nian sighed and was about to turn to the next page when she suddenly heard a strange noise.
When she looked up, she saw that the trees above her were covered with a thick layer of snow, and they looked like they were about to fall.
Before she could react, large chunks of snow were thrown directly at her.
Tang Nian's pupils contracted, but she made no move, letting herself be buried in the snow without moving.
She held her breath, and being buried in the snow, she could only see darkness, which made her ears even more sensitive.
Before long, through the snow, she heard the crunching sound of footsteps.
The sound grew closer and closer. Tang Nian's palm glowed with blue light. Seizing the moment, she pounced, shook off the snow, and slapped the person's calf.
Taking this opportunity, Tang Nian sat up and looked at the woman in pain in front of her.
The woman's skin was as white as snow, as if it could reflect all the light around her.
Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, each strand seemingly sculpted from ice and snow, shimmering with a crystal-clear luster.
Despite the freezing weather, she was only wearing a thin white dress with a silver belt around her waist.
She clutched her leg, seemingly surprised that Tang Nian was still alive.
Tang Nian was also surprised, as she hadn't used much magic power in that attack.
This snow demon clearly possesses the aura of a god, so why was it injured by me?
The snow demon's eyes were filled with anger, but she did not attack again. She only gave Tang Nian a fierce warning.
“I’m warning you, everything that’s happening here is a feud between me and these people, and has nothing to do with you, an outsider. If you continue to be ungrateful, I’ll start with everyone around you, one by one.”
After uttering those harsh words, she waved her long sleeves and disappeared into the woods, leaving Tang Nian alone.
Once the snow demon's aura had completely disappeared, she looked around and found the letter buried in the snow.
Knowing Ming Huan's abilities, Tang Nian was still worried and immediately rushed back to the prefect's residence.
"Knock knock knock".
"who?"
Ming Huan opened the door a crack and, seeing Tang Nian, beamed and let her into the room.
Tang Nian peeked around and looked around before feeling relieved.
"Immortal Master, you've returned?"
The county magistrate hurried over, still shaken, and leaned towards the side without the snowman.
Once inside, Tang Nian took a sip of hot tea and felt as if she had come back to life.
"Does the prefect know of a similar heavy snowfall that occurred in the prefecture a hundred years ago?"
When the topic of the past came up, the county magistrate did not hide anything and told Tang Nian everything he knew.
And this perfectly matches what was written in the priest's letter.
The priest was not lying.
So, did she do all this to ask her for help?
That evening, Tang Nian looked out the window at the still-swept snowflakes. She calmed herself down and began to read the second half of the letter by candlelight.
The snow demon's injuries had almost healed, and she found the priest, wanting his help, but the priest refused.
The snow demon didn't care about anything else and sent heavy snow down on the prefectures and counties.
She let Jiang discover her whereabouts and deliberately revealed her demonic nature.
A demon had its eyes on her, and Jiang was terrified. She went to find a priest, hoping for his help.
But priestesses wouldn't do such things, not to mention the snow demon was watching her.
She had already heard that the county magistrate was seeking help from the Taoist priest to handle the matter, and she just wanted to use a delaying tactic to keep Jiang Shi in the temple.
Unexpectedly, the snow demon forced her to kill Jiang.
The priests' power came from the people, yet they committed atrocities, allowing the snow demon to take advantage of the situation.
Pork Li, having overheard the gossiping women in the village, assumed his wife was having an affair again. He went to the temple, saw the Snow Demon, and was killed as well.
Tang Nian put down the letter and rubbed her eyes wearily.
She always felt that the fact that snow fairies and gods could merge was too strange.
Why would a so-called god take a liking to the snow demon's body?
Tang Nian put on her cloak, picked up the candle on the table, went out of the house, and knocked on the county magistrate's door.
She remembered that the county magistrate's mansion usually had a library that recorded all matters, big and small, of the entire prefecture and county, with a dedicated person keeping records.
Guided by the county magistrate, Tang Nian arrived at the library overnight and effortlessly found information about the Snow Demon's husband.
"I see."
Tang Nian murmured.
The snow demon's husband actually possesses the destiny of a god!
What excited her even more was that a year before the incident at this family's home, a page from the middle section had been torn out by someone.
Do you know what's written on this page of this book?
Tang Nian turned her head to look at the recorder who was still yawning beside her.
The scribe, forcing himself to stay awake, picked up the book and flipped through it: "When this was written, I wasn't even born yet. It must have been written by my grandfather, but he's already nearing the end of his life."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened.
Upon hearing that the recorder's grandfather was still alive, Tang Nian found him that very night.
The elderly man could not withstand the cold and is now lying in bed waiting to die.
The ghost messenger was already standing in the corner of the room, waiting.
When Tang Nian appeared out of nowhere in front of him, a light suddenly shone in the old man's cloudy eyes.
Tang Nian couldn't bring herself to do it.
She walked to the old man's bedside and said softly, "Grandpa, I would like to ask about what happened in the year before the Du family disappeared. I wonder if you could tell me a thing or two?"
Clearly, the old man was still thinking about that family. On his deathbed, he somehow found the strength to grab Tang Nian's hand and try to speak.
Tang Nian glanced at the ghost messenger, but the ghost messenger turned his head away and didn't look at her, acting as if nothing had happened.
Tang Nian formed a hand seal and slowly channeled spiritual energy into the old man's body.
The old man coughed heavily twice, and then managed to sit up on his own.
Tears streamed down his face as he held Tang Nian's hand tightly, refusing to let go.
"The immortals are above, and they actually allowed me, an old man, to recount the events of that year."
He was also troubled by this matter for many years, and it became a nightmare for the rest of his life.
From his words, Tang Nian learned that Du Lang and Xue Yao had a child that year. The union of a human and a demon caused Xue Yao to become physically weak after childbirth, and she soon "passed away from this world".
“I always thought she was dead. Then one time, I went up the mountain to chop firewood and slipped. She saved me. That’s when I found out that she had gone to live in the mountains to avoid people.”
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