White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

Chapter 209 Encountering a Deserted Village on the Road

After the masters and apprentices of the Si family said goodbye to Chang Yi, they followed the guidance and headed east. There was an extremely steep mountain there named Shu, which contained an unknown sword.

When the saint's chariot crossed the wooden bridge, the white-haired young man slowly got off the chariot and came to the wooden bridge.

"If you say that the monster clan Hun He wants to practice cultivation with that precious artifact, it will be even more difficult. You are experiencing today's disaster because of the cause and effect of repaying the karma of King Zhou. However, since I accept your extradition, I will give it to you. It’s just a blessing.”

Xiaodie, Wuling and the black horse stretched their necks to look over curiously. They didn't expect that this bridge turned out to be a tribulation.

I saw Chang Yi's jade finger tap lightly, and a few rays of elegant moonlight slowly fell, covering all the archways at the head of the bridge.

Immediately afterwards, the four words "Made by Dashang" gradually disappeared into nothingness, and then mysterious cloud patterns appeared. They were entangled with each other and slowly condensed into three Taoist texts:

【Duren Bridge】

"Since you are crossing others, you are crossing yourself. Today you have repaid the karma of King Zhou. You will be safe and smooth in the future. When this calamity subsides, you will be able to give birth to a true spirit and break away from the barriers of this place."

As soon as Chang Yi finished speaking, the wooden bridge let out a creaking sound, and even the pedestrians on it screamed in surprise.

Xiaodie was extremely surprised: "Master, can this bridge also become a spirit?"

"Haha, a little moth like you can become a spirit, so why is it inferior to it? Maybe when it transforms into a human being, its cultivation level will be higher than yours."

"Really? Then I should pay my respects, and we can be considered old acquaintances when we meet in the future!"

Xiaodie took a step forward playfully and bowed respectfully. There was no hint of joking in her expression.

What she didn't expect was that the wooden bridge actually responded to her, making a slight creaking sound. Although it couldn't compare with the momentum of thanking Chang Yi just now, it was still a great "courtesy".

"Sir, does it recognize me as its friend?"

Chang Yi smiled and nodded. It was really lively and lively with these juniors around!

Wu Ling on the other side curled his lips. He also wanted to pay homage to this future fairy, but as a disciple of a saint, he couldn't afford to lose face.

Xiaodie was thoughtful and walked over with a smile when she saw Wu Ling's face was stiff.

"Brother Taoist, you've been working hard driving the car, why don't you come down and take a rest."

"Uh...that's fine."

Wu Ling's earrings turned slightly red, and he walked to the end of the bridge minding his own business. When others were not paying attention, he quietly arched his hands towards the wooden bridge. He seemed to be still saying something, but the few people were too far away to hear clearly.

Xiaodie couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, and the black horse also snorted, revealing his big white teeth.

Seeing that the time was getting late, Chang Yi no longer stayed any longer. He waved the black fractured fan in his hand, blowing the aura of misfortune that shrouded the Yellow River to the south.

"I think Jiang Ziya is approaching Chaoge, and the calamity canopy should have subsided earlier."

Chang Yi leaned over the chariot before he finished speaking. The black horse leaned forward obediently to let the saint sit down safely.

The two Wulings no longer stopped to watch. One picked up the reins and the other leaned against the eaves of the carriage. When the horse was in the air, the master was already heading southeast.

At this time, the wooden bridge that had just become spiritual began to make noise again, as if bidding farewell to the saint.

Those mortals who were lucky enough to survive had already set up a shrine by the river and hastily built a statue of the Butterfly Girl, regarding her as the Water Goddess of the Yellow River.

As for how angry the Dragon King will be in the future, that's not Xiaodie's concern. She is only responsible for absorbing the incense.

The people on both sides of the Yellow River are living a better life. After all, the water of the Yellow River is endless, and even fishing can ensure food and clothing. However, as you get closer to the Yellow River, the appearance of drought gradually becomes apparent.

The earth turned from dry and cracked to solid stone, and the trees turned from yellow to withered. It seemed that even the sun in the sky was celebrating this protracted drought, which caused the people on earth to flee in panic.

"My lord, please take a drink..."

An old man fell down next to the carriage with his last glimmer of hope. Unfortunately, although he had sought the true Buddha, all his strength was exhausted at this time, and he died the moment he fell.

Chang Yi sighed softly, originally thinking that becoming an immortal saint would ensure peace and smoothness in the world, but she didn't expect that there would be nothing less than what was expected.

"Bury him."

"yes."

Wu Ling didn't let Xiaodie do anything. He got out of the chariot himself and helped the old man up, and then walked to the dry land beside him.

Xiaodie didn't stop watching, she reached out and picked up the broken wood on the roadside and dug out a groove, which was used as the old man's coffin.

Unexpectedly, Wu Ling was blocked by a skinny young man running towards him after he had just taken a few steps.

"Put down my grandpa!"

"Uh... little brother, your grandpa has..."

"That's none of your business!"

The young man used his little strength to snatch his grandfather back, but unfortunately his belly was empty and his limbs were weak. He stumbled and was smashed to the ground by the old man's corpse.

Now he could no longer bear the sadness he had suppressed for a long time. The young man's eyes were red and his nose was sore. He actually sat on the ground and started crying.

But he was so thirsty, how could he shed tears? Only the howl was shrill and hurtful.

Xiaodie couldn't bear it, left the hollow willow tree and stepped forward to help him up.

"Little brother, don't cry. Here, there is a lot of water, take it and use it!"

Who would have thought that the young man cried louder when he saw the porcelain vase. If the good man in front of him had come here earlier, his family would not have to die!

But how he cried and felt sad was his own business. Those relatives and friends in the same village had red eyes when they saw Qing Shui.

Now that all the gnawing leaves nearby have been eaten, they will die of thirst if they don't drink water!

"Your Majesty, please show your kindness and give us some water to drink!"

"Why don't you give us this horse? We are so thirsty!"

The black horse's eyes shuddered upon hearing this, but it did not take action without the master's instructions.

And a man who was in obviously better condition than the others had a fierce look in his eyes and looked at Xiaodie lustfully.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a woman. There must be a lot of treasures in the car. With the treasures, we can go to Lord Jiuchan to buy water and we can all survive by then!"

"yes!"

"Yes! Just do it!"

The treasure touched people's hearts, and coupled with the situation of being at the end of their rope, they finally gave up on the bottom line in their hearts, and slowly came closer one by one with farm tools in hand!

The crying young man was shocked to see this scene and was so frightened that he stopped crying, and then he choked with sobs to persuade them not to lose their minds.

"Have you forgotten how the gangster was executed by the village chief? Are you going to become that inhumane demon today?"

The man looked disdainful.

"Why do you care about human relations when a person is about to die? Hurry up and hug that damn ghost as far as you can, and don't get in my way!"

"you!"

Seeing that the efforts to dissuade him were useless, the young man was at a loss. Suddenly he thought of something and hurriedly turned around and pushed Xiaodie away.

"Sister, please run away with the carriage! They are all crazy!"

But the girl in front of him didn't move at all. Instead, she pushed the porcelain bottle into the boy's hand.

"Drink, don't be afraid."

After saying that, Xiaodie stood up and walked slowly to the carriage.

But before she could ask the question, a gentle voice came from the carriage.

"Can it be killed?"

Xiaodie was stunned, not expecting that the master would ask her opinion, but she thought for a while and shook her head.

"Die'er doesn't know..."

"No, you already knew that."

Chang Yi's lips curled up slightly. If it could be saved, why bother asking him back?

Hearing this, Xiaodie suddenly realized, her eyes gradually became colder, making those villagers shiver inexplicably!

Chang Yi opened the door and stepped out of the carriage lightly.