"Five years, five years, if there are five years for mortal people." Chen Jing sighed lightly, now his soul is imprisoned in this statue, physically, it is like a stone statue of the spirit, he can only practice passively, and cannot actively absorb the aura between heaven and earth, but in terms of realm, he is no longer under the transformation demon. He didn't know how Senior Sister Ye Qingxue did it, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to move for a long time, and he couldn't be sure of this time, maybe it would be a few years, maybe a few hundred years, or it could be forever.

There are many ghostly things in the world that have no body attached to the statue of the god to enjoy incense, and use this to cultivate the transformation of ghosts and immortals. But he couldn't, because he was already unconscious at that time, and if Ye Qingxue didn't save him at that time, he might also be gone. I also remembered that the big red shrimp said that this idol was shaped by Ye Qingxue five years ago, and there was some mystery in this statue in my heart.

He was now like a vegetative person, looking at everything in front of him, hearing voices in his ears, but not doing anything at all. The mana can be felt, and he can also feel the talisman, so he is still the river god, but he can't call it at all. It's like a vegetative person with a bunch of belongings next to it, but it can't be used.

Time passed little by little, and the people in Heqian Village gradually got up, rushing to the market as soon as possible, and fishing to catch fish. The river basin is becoming more and more lively, singing and singing, the fisherman girl has always been good at singing, and the song looks sweet and ethereal in the morning mist. When the song started, someone knocked the edge of the wooden boat with a bamboo pole as a beat, and it echoed it all at once. The image of a quiet and peaceful fisherman's life, after so many years, the scene when the river waves rolled up and wanted to disappear the embankment gradually sealed in people's memory.

Perhaps after the dinner, everyone drank a few glasses of wine, and they would talk about the time when they witnessed the river god slaying demons, and the children would run to the river temple to watch the statue of the river god after listening, and take a pillar of incense on the incense table and worship it. After they worshipped, they looked at the statue of the river god, and they would find that the eyes of this river god were like real eyes, the black eyes were deep and mysterious, and the stone sword on the waist felt majestic. Because they know that the river god has a sword that can slay demons and eliminate demons.

The morning glow appeared, and the red sun's rays spread over the top of the mountain and shone in the Jing River. The fishermen beckoned to each other, and there was already the sound of chickens and dogs barking in the village.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of the river temple.

The steps were hurried, and he looked rather embarrassed. The hem of the robe on his body was already covered with mud, his hair was wet and dewy, and the burnt yellow goat's whiskers under his chin did not have a trace of luster, as if he had been on the road all night. He looked left and right at the entrance of the temple, stepped into the river temple, and took out something from his bosom, and looked closely, it was something wrapped in a piece of talisman paper. After he took out his things, he said to the statue: "I'm still back with this Qingxin Demon Sword, for the sake of helping you once, you must bless me." After saying that, he arched his hand and left quickly, never stopping for a moment.

Chen Jing was inexplicable, he didn't know what the origin of the old Dao was, and he didn't know what the rune paper on the incense case was. Looking at that thing, I felt quite unbearable. But he couldn't move, and he couldn't mobilize his mana. It's like being hungry and seeing food around you and not being able to eat it.

There was another sound of footsteps in front of the river temple, very soft, it was a child.

A little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, wore a little braid, a little crooked, as if she had no mirror and had no mirrors tied up by herself, and there were many scattered around her ears that were not tied in. The eyebrows and eyes did not grow, they looked very ordinary, and they were a little dark, but the eyes blinked when they looked at the statue of the river god, and they looked very spiritual.

She crossed the threshold of the temple, rushed straight to the incense case, took out three sticks of incense, picked up the fire fold on the incense table and lit it, knelt down on the futon in front of the statue, and prayed: "Please the river god bless Grandma Wang's body to get better soon, please the river god bless Grandpa Zhao's headache to get better quickly, please ask the river god to bless Uncle Wu's fish to buy a good price...... "She asked for more than a dozen people, although it was not a big deal, but every sentence seemed extraordinarily sincere."

After she had prayed, she bowed three times and then inserted the incense into the censer. At this moment, she saw the things wrapped in rune paper on the table, and she was curious to pick it up and look at it, but when she was about to take it, she looked up at the statue and said, "Can I take a look at the river god?" After asking this sentence, it was as if he had received the approval of the river god, picked it up, opened it, and inside was a purple forest hairpin, which looked like a small sword in addition to being purple, only the shape was quite like a small sword, but it was not sharp at all, very smooth and round, and there was nothing else special.

The girl took the purple hairpin and looked left and right, and then looked up at the idol, suddenly as if she had found something, moved a few steps to the side and looked at the idol, and then turned the purple hairpin in her hand, and suddenly murmured: "Who pulled out the hairpin of the river god?" ”

After speaking, she climbed onto the altar and climbed the statue to climb up Chen Jing's body, but she was weak and small, and she couldn't climb on the back of the statue because she was tired and panting, and finally ran outside and picked up a few stones and stacked them, then stood on the stone and inserted the firewood hairpin into the stone crown of the statue.

Only then did Chen Jing know that there was a hole like this on the top of the statue's head, and he didn't know if it was left by Ye Qingxue in advance. When the little girl opened the rune paper, he recognized that this was Ye Qingxue's purple wood hairpin, that is, the Qingxin Demon Sword handed down by the ancestor of Qianluo, but he didn't know how it got into the hands of that Daoist, and why the Daoist sent it back so embarrassed, he couldn't figure it out, so he had to wait until Ye Qingxue came to answer.

At the moment when the purple hairpin was inserted into the crown, Chen Jing suddenly felt a coolness spread in his soul, and some irritable thoughts in his heart disappeared immediately, and at the same time, he faintly felt that there was a clear spirit qi entering his body from the top of his head.

The little girl carried the stone to the temple of the river again, and then came back to see the temple of the river, and smiled quite proudly, and after laughing, she turned and ran towards the door, but when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, because the door had been blocked. She looked up at the woman in white in front of her, she had never seen such a beautiful person in her heart, even the daughter of the king in the town was not as good as the woman in white in front of her.

"She must be a fairy." The little girl thought in her heart, but she didn't dare to speak, but she just looked at it with blinking eyes, but she was not afraid.

It was Ye Qingxue who came, she looked at the firewood hairpin on the statue, and smiled at the girl: "Is that what you helped the river god plug in?" ”

"Hmm!" The girl nodded vigorously, and when she had finished speaking, she ran outside, as if she was afraid that someone would beat her and scold her.

After the girl left, there were only Ye Qingxue and Chen Jing in the River Temple. Ye Qingxue is still the same, and Ye Qingxue at first sight in Chen Jing's memory has not changed in the slightest, but Chen Jing has changed again and again, whether it is internal or external, and now it has become a stone statue.

"That hairpin's real name is the Qingxin Demon Sword, and it is the only magic weapon handed down by Qianluo Xingjun, the ancestor of Qianluomen, but I don't like this name, so I changed it to Qingxin Purple Wood Hairpin. Last time I was looking for you, I found a hexagram master in Baling City to calculate your whereabouts, and there was no hexagram gold in my hand, so I took this as hexagram gold, and then brought you back, I wanted to find him to exchange it back, but I didn't expect that the hexagram master was gone, so I let out the wind and said that the purple wooden hairpin was a relic of my Qianluomen ancestor, and I wanted to exchange it for something else, but I didn't expect it to come back today. That's fine, although I owe a favor, but your sword was sealed in the stone statue by me, you can't do without a protective thing, this hairpin is my Qianluo Mountain thing, and you are my Qianluo Mountain disciple can naturally use it. ”

Ye Qingxue said as she sorted out the things on the incense table, and removed some of the incense ashes scattered on the table, everything was natural. She didn't hear Chen Jing's answer, she raised her head and said, "Senior brother, why don't you speak when you're already awake?" ”

She looked at the idol, and the idol looked at her. After a long time, a sentence came from the idol: "Senior sister, am I still me?" ”

This was the first thing Chen Jing said to Ye Qingxue since he woke up, and Ye Qingxue smiled lightly when she heard this, then her face turned pale, she stared at the statue and shook her head, and said, "You are really no longer you, my junior brother will not ask such a thing." ”

"But I always feel that I am not me, but a butterfly, or a person named Chen Jing who lives in Qin Guangcheng." Chen Jing said.

"Butterflies?" Ye Qingxue frowned.

"Butterflies can live a very simple life, they can fly freely only among the flowers. Even if it is born and died in the twilight, spring and autumn, it is also happy. Chen Jing said with a sigh.

Ye Qingxue looked at the statue and chuckled, "What about that Chen Jing in Qin Guangcheng?" Why should it be him? ”

"I don't know, I just think maybe it should be him." Chen Jing said. In fact, Chen Jing also wanted to say that he was originally an enlightened stone statue, and everything was delusional because of his cultivation into the demon barrier.

Ye Qingxue was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Then what do you think I should be?" ”

"Of course, senior sister is senior sister, there is only one in heaven and earth." Chen Jing said.

Ye Qingxue smiled, smiling extremely lightly, like a leaf swaying slightly in the breeze. She looked at Chen Jing and said softly: "Don't blame Senior Sister for sculpting you in this statue, there is no way, if you weren't banned in this statue, you would have been scattered back then." Despite this, you also enjoyed the incense for five years, and you woke up after five years of spiritual power of embroidery and spring bend. It's just a little surprising to me, your original physical body has been integrated with the idol, so your physical body is this idol, and if you want to be completely free in the future, you can only go all the way to transform into a shape, don't blame Senior Sister. ”

Chen Jing hurriedly said: "Back then, I was chased and killed in the ice and snow, lying in the slush and waiting to die, and it was the senior sister who carried me to Qianluo Mountain. In Hei Su Prefecture, it is the senior sister who has been under siege again, and she has fought all over the Hei Xuan Prefecture and saved me, how can I blame the senior sister. ”

Ye Qingxue looked at the statue and smiled, silent.