Wu Wang sent out a communication talisman, which transformed into a stream of light and arrived at the cave where the villagers of Nightmare Village were resting in an instant.
It was already past midnight.
The one who led the night watch in the second half of the night was Wu Youcai, the son of the village chief of Nightmare Village.
Although Wu Youcai lacked spiritual roots and was unable to cultivate.
However, he had always admired cultivators who could fly through the air since he was a child, and longed to cultivate himself. He had inquired a lot about information about the cultivation world.
He also recognized the communication talisman.
Wu Youcai looked at the golden talisman that had suddenly appeared in front of him.
He nervously wiped the sweat from his palms.
Following the instructions he had read in the book, he extended his fingertip and gently touched the golden talisman in front of him.
The golden talisman, the moment it touched his fingertips, emitted a majestic yet gentle voice: "The dangers of Nightmare Village have been eliminated. Benefactor, you may lead the villagers back to live in the village."
Many villagers were still awake, while others had been awakened by nightmares after falling asleep. Everyone heard Wu Wang's voice.
I was both incredulous and overjoyed.
Some elderly people were so happy that they burst into tears.
Wu Youcai's father was the old village chief who went to the Wanfo Sect to ask the masters of the Wanfo Sect for help.
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down his face. He knelt and bowed in the direction of the communication talisman, pleading, "Thank you so much for your help, Master! Thank you so much for your help, Immortal!"
Seeing this, the other villagers of Nightmare Village also knelt down and bowed, loudly saying, "Thank you for your help, Master! Thank you for your help, Immortal!"
Wu Wang cast a spell from a distance, using his spiritual power to lift everyone up.
And it cast a spell to illuminate the road from the cave to Nightmare Village.
Upon seeing this, the old village chief and all the villagers of Nightmare Village were moved to tears.
Mortals are always humble and timid when facing cultivators.
In the eyes of many cultivators, mortals are as insignificant as ants, as lowly as dust.
His lifespan was a mere hundred years, not worth mentioning.
The villagers, who were used to being ignored by most cultivators, were suddenly treated so gently by the great cultivator of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.
The old village chief and the villagers of Nightmare Village were both moved and at a loss.
Seeing his father and the villagers standing there dumbfounded, Wu Youcai spoke up and reminded them, "Since the immortal has illuminated the path for us, let's return to the village now."
Upon hearing this, the old village chief snapped out of his daze and nodded repeatedly in agreement, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, you're right."
"Let's leave now; we can't let the immortal's kindness go to waste."
The villagers then seemed to wake up from their daze.
Holding the elderly's hand and carrying the child.
They all headed down the mountain towards Nightmare Village.
Wu Wang looked at Mu Qing and the other person, put his hands together and said, "This matter is settled. This humble monk and Xiu Yuan will now set off back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect."
Mu Qing: "Please do as you please, Master Wuwang. We'll meet again someday."
Wu Wang: "Farewell, Benefactor Mu."
As she spoke, she turned to look at Murong Yu and said with a smile, "Farewell, Benefactor Murong Yu."
Having said that, he took Ji Xiuyuan with him and flew away into the sky.
Mu Qing took out the flying leaf and looked at Murong Yu.
The two stepped onto the flying leaves together and disappeared from sight.
When the villagers of Nightmare Village returned to their village, filled with gratitude, the village was quiet.
Only the magic left behind by Wuwang remains warm and bright.
It illuminated the entire village.
"It's really all taken care of. The bone-chilling cold that used to permeate the village is gone," Wu Youcai said excitedly as he was the first to step into the village.
Upon hearing this, the old village chief, his body trembling, stepped into the village. Feeling that his body was indeed fine, he exclaimed with tears of joy, "Good, good, good..."
Upon seeing this, the villagers rushed into the village. Finding nothing amiss, they gathered in small groups, overjoyed.
The despair that had been building up in my heart over the past few months dissipated into the air along with the tears that streamed from my eyes.
Hidden atop the flying leaves, Mu Qing moved his fingertips, and faint green light, accompanied by a wisp of golden light of merit, merged into the villagers' bodies, relieving their tension and fatigue, and eliminating the influence of the Yin energy entering their bodies on their lifespan.
Mu Qing used his protective power to add another layer of protective membrane to the leak site that had already been repaired, strengthening its protection.
Afterwards, he drove away in the flying blade.
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