At the foot of the mountain, everyone was still worshipping the sky, but they all realized that they had failed, and their faces were gloomy.

In the tomb of the female wolf, Ye Fan fell like a meteor, as if he had fallen into hell.

He woke up from the state of chanting, and his body had fallen to the ground.

This is the bottom of the tomb of the female slu, a thousand feet from the exit.

The people of the Eastern Jin Dynasty dug the tomb of the female lu for thousands of feet, used to suppress the drought, after the baptism of thousands of years, everything has changed outside, but there is no change in the tomb of the female lu.

Ye Fan didn't dare to probe out his divine sense, he adapted to the darkness and looked at it in the tomb.

He guessed that it was the Drought Fish who pushed him in, which meant that the Drought Fish had regained his sanity and had a purpose in letting him in.

After a closer look, there was nothing superfluous in the tomb of the Nulu, except that there were some murals on the walls, connected into pieces, telling an ancient story.

Ye Fan looked at it intently and found that it was the deeds of the Zhixian monk.

Zhixian monk was entrusted by the people to come to Qinchuan to subdue the drought.

On the banks of the Weishui River in Qinchuan, he saw a woman dressed in blue, with red hair, ribbons flying on her body, and a crown on her head.

The woman's face on the mural is very blurry, but it gives people the feeling of being extremely beautiful, like a goddess descending to earth.

Zhixian monk stood on the bank of the Weishui River and looked at the woman for a long time, until the woman went down to the river to bathe and he woke up, and quickly turned around.

"Monk, how old are you? It's still so squinting. ”

The woman asked Zhixian in Weishui, and Zhixian put his hands together and said ashamedly: "The old man is forty years old, and he is still moved by women, not Buddha." ”

"Hee-hee, so young? I am 4,000 years old, I have lived in Qinchuan for 300 years, and I have met many monks who are looking for me, and you are the most handsome one. ”

The woman smiled coquettishly, and her eyebrows finished the crescent.

Zhixian was taken aback: "Are you Qinchuan Drought Fish?" ”

"That's what they call me, in fact, my name is Chishui Nuxian, I live in the north of Chishui, but I don't want to go back, the water of Chishui is magma, and it will make me extremely miserable. I want to live here, are you going to be friends with me? ”

Ji-hyun agreed.

Since then, Zhixian has often come to Weishui to chat with the Chishui woman. But Weishui is bottoming out day by day, the Chishui woman has been unable to control her divine power since she left the north of Chishui, and she has reached the limit in Qinchuan for three hundred years.

She will make Qin Chuan become a thousand miles of red fields.

Zhixian traveled back and forth between the town and Weishui every day, and when he returned to the town, people asked him, "Has the master subdued the drought?" ”

When he returned to Weishui, the Chishui woman asked him, "Little monk, do you like me?" ”

Zhixian gradually became irritable, and one day he woke up and saw the town dead, and the people were crawling on the ground, their nails falling off, and their teeth were broken, like dried corpses.

Zhixian ran to Weishui and found that Weishui had been cut off, the mountains had turned into deserts, and the spring breeze had turned into dust.

The Chishui woman wept by the river and begged Zhixian to take her away from Qinchuan and go to live in a new land.

The drought goddess is always like this, she needs to keep wandering, she needs to keep harming all things in heaven and earth, people hate her, so they call her drought.

Zhixian didn't answer, he went back to gather 100,000 people and began to worship the heavens.

In this story, Ye Fan looked at it for a long time with his head held high and saw the last mural.

Above, the monk Zhixian held the Buddha beads and quietly wept. Outside the tomb of the thousand-foot-old woman, 100,000 people bowed to the sky and shouted: God, please go back to your home north of Chishui!

The Chishui woman shook her head, and then threw herself into the tomb of the woman.

The earth has rejuvenated, the Weishui is full, and the Qinchuan River is eight hundred miles away, and the scenery is very good.

At this point, the mural ended.

Ye Fan came back to his senses and exhaled silently.

This is the tragic story of the ancient Chinese goddess and the Chinese monk.

Perhaps the drought goddess is the last god left in the world, she has been suppressed for thousands of years, and she has long since become a human and has become a real drought fish.

Ye Fan stood silently for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw that under the first mural, a person appeared at some point.

The man was dressed in a robe and sat under the mural with a string of Buddhist beads hanging from his folded hands.

Ye Fan was stunned, and when he got closer, he saw that it was a monk Zhixian.

Zhixian monk sat under the first mural, which is called "the first sin solution" in Buddhism, he regretted it, regretted that he fell in love with the drought goddess on the bank of the Weishui River.

"Zhixian Divine Monk?" Ye Fan spoke, and his breath formed an imperceptible wind, sweeping over the robe of the Zhixian Divine Monk.

In an instant, his whole body turned into ashes, and even the Buddha beads were extinguished.

"This ......" Ye Fan was shocked, this is definitely not an illusion, the one in front of him is Zhixian Monk, it is his physical body.

The body of the Zhixian Divine Monk was incorruptible and indestructible, but he was alarmed by his own breath and was directly extinguished.

A thousand-year-old history has vanished.

Ye Fan hurriedly sat down, clasped his hands and said, "Please send Zhixian Monk." ”

Ye Fan closed his eyes, recited the Great Compassion Mantra, and surpassed the wisdom of the monks.

When he finished reading, the ashes of the Zhixian Monk were gone, and Ye Fan only had a golden relic in front of him.

The purpose of Ye Fan's trip was to relic, but at this moment, he couldn't raise a trace of surprise, only sighed deeply.

In the end, Ye Fan held the relics, flew up to the tomb of the female wolf, and saw the sun.

At the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of soldiers are still worshipping the sky, but Feng Buwen's group is giggling, their arms have been corrected, and their injuries have improved a lot, Ye Fan has not really abolished them.

Now they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw Ye Fan come out coldly, thinking about how to deal with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't look at them much, he went down the mountain, stood in front of the altar where the sacrifices were placed, and placed the relics of the Zhixian Monk on it.

The dead body of the Zhixian Divine Monk has not appeared for thousands of years, and it appeared in front of Ye Fan just now, but it was extinguished again, and only the relics remained.

Ye Fan was respectful and knelt down like the others.

The drought goddess is the ancestral deity, one of the founders of ancient China, and deserves to be worshiped by Ye Fan.

"God, please go back to your house north of Chishui."

Ye Fan sacrificed to the sky, and his forehead was on the ground.

At this moment, he seems to have returned to a thousand years ago, worshipping the ancestors of China.

When they heard him say this, they cried out.

"God, please go back to your home north of Chishui!"

"God, please go back to your home north of Chishui!"

The voices of tens of thousands of soldiers echoed in Taibai Mountain, gradually unifying the tone, and the nine heavens of Shangqi played nine secluded, like the water of the ancient Wei River, flowing endlessly.

In such a voice, Feng Buwen and the others were inexplicably frightened, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to show disdainful expressions.

And in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, the drought has reappeared.

It ran back to Taibai Mountain, went straight to the altar, and then grabbed the relics and put them in front of them to look at them blankly.

Ye Fan was closest to it, and he could hear its sobbing sound.

It seemed to be resentful, and it seemed to be unwilling, and finally, in the great voice of sending the gods, it put down the relics.

"Little Monk...... My divine power has finally been exhausted by you, and I can only go back to Chishui...... That's what you planned to do in the first place, didn't you? My father abandoned me, and you don't want me anymore......"

"You all want me to go to Chishui to suffer, and no one wants to accept me......"

The dartle whispered, stepping back.

Ye Fan looked up and saw that the skin of the drought fish was falling off, and the body was erect, like a snake molting.

Everyone looked at the drought, and the dartle gradually took on the appearance of a human, her facial features appeared, her limbs appeared, and finally her blue-colored clothes appeared.

The goddess of drought is already the beauty of Weishui.

There is only the sound of the wind in Taibai Mountain.

The Drought Goddess turned and walked into the air, gradually becoming illusory. In front of her, a fiery red river appeared, and the flames were like a hell cauldron, engulfing the drought goddess.

God, who has returned to her home north of Chishui, will suffer for eternity, and only that place of suffering can contain her.

Tens of thousands of people in Taibai Mountain were speechless, and after half a day, the Indian chicken hemp master scolded and said: "What kind of mess? Is that a goddess? I don't believe that you have a goddess in China! ”

"That is, why do you force us to worship the heavens? We have sacrificed to the heavens, and we have merit, and we can share the relics! ”

A group of them stared at the relics on the altar, which had been left behind by the Drought Goddess.

Ye Fan grabbed the relics and walked towards the group of people.

The group of people glared at Ye Fan: "What are you going to do?" Do you want to show us the relics? ”

"I'm going to send you back to the West."

Ye Fan opened his mouth and opened his mouth to say a six-character mantra.

A Buddha light imprinted past, and the Indian people such as the chicken hemp master were all blasted into meat sauce, and blood splashed on the body of others.

Wana screamed, and her men quickly ducked.

Ye Fan said again, and the Thai people behind Yuna also turned into meat sauce. Wana's face was bloodless, and she fell to the ground in horror.

Feng Buwen and the others turned around and ran, Ye Fan said the third word, and killed in the air.

"You've disgusted me, so let's die."