Nanling City.
Qin Luo and his group walked to the city square.
In the center of the square stands a tall statue of the Vermilion Bird, which is in a dilapidated state with broken wings and cracks all over its body, surrounded by a lot of garbage.
An old woman was holding a broom.
She was cleaning up trash around the statue.
The little dumpling stared at the Vermilion Bird statue, her eyes blazing with fire, and flame patterns appearing between her brows, like a bird raising its proud head.
"So tired!"
The little dumpling suddenly collapsed.
Qin Luo reached out and grabbed the little dumpling's ahoge (cowlick), preventing her from falling to the ground.
Watching the little dumpling close her eyes, Qin Luo picked up her ahoge (cowlick) and shook her, saying softly, "When a person can always be pure and tranquil, the world will return to its original state. Embrace the original essence and guard the oneness, concentrate the mind and calm the breath."
The Qingjing Sutra echoed in the little dumpling's mind, and she suddenly woke up with a start, her forehead beaded with sweat.
Qin Luo loosened the little dumpling's tuft of hair.
The little dumpling pointed at the Vermilion Bird statue, her brows furrowed. "Boss, this statue is really eerie. I just saw it in my mind, and my head is buzzing."
"This is the Vermilion Bird. You have its bloodline in your veins, and you will have a special reaction when you see it."
Qin Luo did not notice the fluctuations in his soul.
This is a regular statue of the Vermilion Bird.
"Is He my ancestor?"
"It's unlikely that the Vermilion Bird is your ancestor. It probably doesn't have a descendant as weak as you. It's more likely that your ancestor received some of the Vermilion Bird's divine blood."
"Hey!"
The little dumpling was a bit disappointed.
I thought I could become related to Zhuque.
When the old woman saw the little dumpling with the Vermilion Bird pattern on its forehead, she got goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to kneel down to pay her respects, but a gentle breeze lifted her up.
Qin Luo chuckled and said, "No need for formalities."
The old woman looked at the little dumpling and exclaimed excitedly, "You...you are...the Vermilion Bird God!"
"Hehe, no!"
The little dumpling shook its head with a grin.
The old woman looked at Qin Luo with awe in her eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Legend has it that the Vermilion Bird God descends to earth at the same time as the heavens, and you are..."
"I am Qin Luo."
Qin Luo said with a smile.
At the Sword Dao Temple, Master Qingxu said something similar to Qin Luo: the birth of the Vermilion Bird signifies an impending great calamity.
No wonder Master Qingxu sent them to Nantian Peak; it truly holds a secret.
Qin Luo smiled and asked, "Old man, in your eyes, what kind of deity is the Vermilion Bird?"
The old woman, leaning on her broom, looked back at the statue of the Vermilion Bird with awe in her eyes. "Many years ago, a particularly severe disaster struck the south, causing widespread death and destruction. It was the Vermilion Bird God who saved us. He is our guardian deity."
Looking at the trash all over the ground, the little dumpling asked in confusion, "Since the Vermilion Bird saved you, why don't you worship Him and instead throw trash at Him?"
The old woman shook her head helplessly and sighed softly, "Nanling City suffers from drought all year round, and many places are barren. In addition, when Nanling City fell, the Vermilion Bird God did not help us, so many people felt that the Vermilion Bird God had abandoned us."
"I see!"
The little dumpling suddenly realized.
"Then why do you still believe in Him?"
The old woman smiled kindly and said softly, "Our family was blessed by the Vermilion Bird God in the past. Our ancestors swore to worship the Vermilion Bird God for generations to come."
"You guys are really unlucky. The oath made by our ancestors is going to drag you into it," the little dumpling complained.
"..."
The old woman didn't know how to answer.
Qin Luo bowed and said, "I apologize for disturbing you."
"No, no."
The old woman smiled and shook her head. She sensed that Qin Luo and his group were not simple, and that the ancient legend was very likely true.
Qin Luo and his group left Nanling City.
The area outside the city was desolate.
Qin Luo saw many people carrying water to irrigate the fields, and many crops were dying.
The desolation here was not normal. Qin Luo looked towards the distant Nantian Peak, where not a blade of grass grew.
This is the aura of destruction.
"Watch closely."
Qin Luo said softly.
Stone and Little Dumpling looked at Qin Luo.
Qin Luo raised his hand, and a Bagua diagram appeared in front of him. The inner and outer Bagua diagrams rotated simultaneously. When the rotating Bagua diagram stopped, Kan was on top and Zhen was on the bottom.
Boom!
A thunderclap resounded.
Then a light drizzle began to fall.
When the rain fell from the sky, the people in the fields wept with joy, dancing and gesturing in the rain.
It was raining in Nanling City as well. An old woman was taking shelter from the rain under the eaves. She exclaimed excitedly, "It's raining on such a sunny day! It's amazing!"
Outside the city, the rain continued to fall, turning the roads muddy. Qin Luo encountered a young girl in green who was hurrying along in the rain.
"Girl, wait a moment."
Qin Luo called out to the girl who was running away in a disheveled state.
The girl frowned slightly. "Is there something you need, Daoist Master?"
Qin Luo handed her an oil-paper umbrella and smiled, "Take this oil-paper umbrella."
This oil-paper umbrella was given to Qin Luo by a stranger in the misty ancient town. Now that he has met another stranger who is also getting wet in the rain, Qin Luo decides to give the umbrella to her.
Not wanting to get soaked, the girl accepted the oil-paper umbrella, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Taoist priest."
"You're welcome."
Qin Luo continued walking towards Nantian Peak.
The girl raised her oil-paper umbrella. She looked up and saw the lotus flowers blooming on the umbrella. She couldn't help but praise, "This oil-paper umbrella is so beautiful."
"Don't you know how long it is?"
The girl looked in the direction Qin Luo had left, wanting to ask him his name, but they had already disappeared into the rain.
The little dumpling was clever; she hid in Qin Luo's pocket early on and didn't get wet in the rain.
Stone held the black pot up with both hands.
Qin Luo walked forward in the rain. He looked at the barren land around him. Rain alone could not save these fields. He activated the Law of Wood to bring life to the earth.
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