Huang Jiayi's heart was relaxed, and she remembered one thing, she grabbed Yuan Qinqin and said: "By the way, in the past two days, the participating scholars will go to the temple to worship the god Jumang and ask for a good fortune." ”

"I and Youyou Xiaoyin have agreed to go, otherwise you can go with us."

Yuan Qinqin smiled: "Can you still ask God to worship Buddha for this kind of thing?" Where it works. ”

She happened to know one of the four gods on the Yuanding Continent, and that god was already busy with his own affairs, and he didn't have time to listen to the prayers of this mortal.

She shook her head and said, "I knew a grandmother before, and she said that we should not go if we have nothing to do, and always bother the gods, and just solve our own affairs." ”

Huang Jiayi sneered: "Where did such a strange grandma come from, let's go, it's just to have fun, if you feel that you have caused trouble to the gods, don't ask for it!" ”

Yuan Qinqin couldn't withstand the trials and tribulations of the Huang family sisters plus a princess Shilan, and finally took advantage of this autumn morning that the entire circle of girlfriends came to the legendary Jumang Temple.

Yuan Qinqin saw the "incense flourishing" from afar.

Her heart is not only "prosperous", she thinks that this side is on fire!

And when I got closer, I heard the screams from there.

Only then did I react, where I "thought" it was on fire, it was indeed on fire!

In the middle of the red wall and yellow tiles, a huge old banyan tree hugged by three people was burning at this time.

The temple priest in the temple came out with a bucket of water, and hurriedly shouted at the group of believers who were scattered and ran: "What are you doing in a daze! Don't hurry up and save the God Tree! ”

Only then did people react and ran to find buckets of water.

Yuan Qinqin and the little sisters, who had just arrived, also hurriedly joined the firefighting, and a few buckets of water splashed down to raise a lot of choking smoke, but the fire was not small.

Yuan Qinqin stepped forward to take a look, and she said why! The ground was full of incense and candles, and the red wax had sealed the entire tree roots, and there were even people who lit the lanterns of prayer.

These lamps have long since been knocked over, and the oil flow is everywhere.

This is going to kill this tree!

Yuan Qinqin saw a shovel in the corner of the wall, hurriedly picked up the shovel, and shoveled the soil to the place where the lamp oil was burning.

The branches of the sacred tree made a cracking sound, and it had been roasted in the incense for a long time, and this sacred tree was almost dying.

At this moment, a person flew from the far side of the sky, falling to the ground like a bird, and with his arrival, everyone seemed to be blown by a cold east wind, and involuntarily shivered.

Yuan Qinqin recognized this person at a glance in the figure and firelight, and in an instant, a layer of goosebumps were frozen on her body.

Yuan Qinqin stared at him, and the first sentence that came to her heart was: I haven't seen you for a long time, the antlers on this Ao Suo's head are longer.

With the arrival of this cold snap, the sun disappeared from the sky, and in its place there were dark clouds rolling, followed by rain.

Ao Suo stepped forward and approached the burning tree a little: "I didn't expect you to see you off ...... you off." Old banyan tree, do you know where Jumang is? ”

The old tree groaned, and the wailing was heard only by this cold man: "The wood god is gone, the wood god has left the person he protects, he is tired ......, I ...... I'm tired ...... too. ”

The old tree cried sadly and helplessly, and although the people around him could not hear this cry, they could also feel a sadness in their hearts when they saw the thousand-year-old tree suffering.

They can't do anything.

Ao Suo said: "Where can Jumang go, he is in charge of the light and hope in people's hearts, if he leaves, won't the world be chaotic." ”

The old banyan tree lamented: "He can't control ......, he can't control and doesn't want to take care of ......." ”

The rain had begun to fall, and those who had come to put out the fire and those who offered incense and prayers had taken refuge under the eaves.

The man who brought the rain stayed for a while and then flew away as he had come. People ignored the episode.

Only Yuan Qinqin in the crowd took a step forward, wanting to stretch out her hand to greet this person who might not have seen her at all, and then stopped stiffly.

The hurdle in her heart has not been overcome, and she believes that he is the same. I don't know what he is going to do this time.

……。

The people under the eaves looked at the sacred tree, hoping that the rain would help it get rid of its pain.

But the tree seemed to have given up, and it burned more and more vigorously.

By the time the rain and flames had cleared, all that was left was a scorched tree emitting a choking smoke.

People sighed that they had left one after another, and those who still wanted to pray turned to the statue of Jumang to line up.

The old scorched tree was no longer cared for.

"It's pathetic." Yuan Qinqin said.

Shi Lanyin didn't hear clearly, so she asked, "What do you mean by being pitiful?" ”

"The old banyan tree is pitiful, people only see it as a thousand-year-old tree, and they think that it can bless themselves, and they only care about their own wishes, regardless of its life or death."

"Torture it alive."

"Ugh......." Huang Jiayi also felt very pitiful, and said: "Ah Qin, you don't know that this sacred tree is the embodiment of the wood god Jumang in the world. ”

"Once upon a time, it did help people realize their wishes, like a god of mang, giving people hope for life."

"On the Yuanding Continent, people worship this god the most, and the temples on the side of the road are also full of his statues.

"Legend has it that after the four gods and the human race worked together to expel all the demons, it seems that the god of Jumang is not as effective as before."

But the more people can't ask for it, the more they ask, and in the end, some people still have resentment against Jumangshen. The four kingdoms are becoming more and more unpeaceful, and wars are raging, and everyone has finally lost hope in Jumangshen. ”

Yuan Qinqin thought for a while: "Since it is no longer working, why do you still come to ask God?" ”

Huang Youyi said: "This is just a kind of sustenance." The god of Jumang is in charge of the light and hope in people's hearts, and people always lack these. ”

Yuan Qinqin thought of what happened to Chongli, and suddenly thought, perhaps, this Jumang God was also seriously injured, so he was unable to agree to everyone's demands?

With Chongli first, Yuan Qinqin never thought that the gods were detached from human existence, they also had joys, sorrows, and grievances.

Who can guarantee that this responsive sentence is not tired in his heart?

Although they experienced the death of the old banyan tree and were very unhappy, the sisters still decided to worship the god Jumang.

The team finally lined up a few Yuan Qinqin, and several girls knelt on the futon in a row, kowtowed three, and began to fold their palms and pray with the sound of the temple chime.

The person hiding in the carefree realm he had created paused, and the black chess pieces at his fingertips paused.

Because he heard a strange wish from the thousands of voices "I pray", "I hope", "I want".

"Jumangshen, if you are too tired, just take a break. Take care of yourself, we're all fine and don't need your care. ”

He was curious, his tightly furrowed brow loosened a little, and he flicked the chessboard in front of him with his hand, and a fat woman kneeling appeared on the chessboard.

She was still saying, "I heard that you are in charge of the light and hope in the hearts of people in this world, which is an extremely remarkable thing. ”

"But the light corresponds to the shadow, Jumang, if you really have a spirit, then please listen to my wish: I hope that Jumang's eyes will not be blinded by shadows......."

His hand shook, and the black piece in his hand fell on the board.

The black chess pieces passed directly through the chessboard, fell into the Jumang Temple, and fell in front of Yuan Qinqin's eyes.

The sentence is not good, this woman still doesn't know how to interpret this vision.

saw the fat woman pick up the chess pieces and wipe them on the cuffs: "Will there be chess pieces on the roof of this house?" Playful. ”

Without thinking of anything, he put the chess pieces in his pocket and beckoned the little sisters to go out.

The god of Jumang in the worry-free realm found that his hands were still shaking, and he was actually touched by a mortal's words, it was really ridiculous. (To be continued.) )