The daytime in the small fishing village is still so pleasant, countless small fishing boats are parked on both sides of the river, batch after batch of fishing nets are sprinkled on the crystal clear river, and when the villagers do it again, those nets sprinkled on the river are already full of fat big fish.

The villagers only need to blow the river breeze with the fragrance of the river water on both sides of the river, and collect the nets a few more times before returning home with a full harvest.

The strong men who fished put all the big fish they caught in their nets, tied the other end of the net to a stake on the riverbank, and went home with peace of mind to eat the lunch that their wives had prepared in peace.

The river seems to be forever clear, and the fish in it seem to never end.

Once upon a time, the village names would only catch fish sticks from them every day to feed a family of three.

It wasn't until later that those who dressed up as officials in fancy costumes discovered the river, and when they found the fat fish in the river that seemed to be forever regenerating, they were moved to the wrong heart.

Since then, the men who have been so laid-back that there are almost countless things to do have finally found something very important for themselves.

That meant fishing, tireless fishing, and every extra catch meant that they could get more tenders, spirits, and all sorts of gadgets they had never seen before, from the pretentious nobles.

The villagers, who were tired of looking at everything else, seemed to have developed a keen interest in these very delicate objects.

More and more extravagant items were brought in by the merchant ships of the imperial court with a very deep draft, which made them seem to be able to enjoy the same noble and comfortable elegant life as those nobles.

The greed of man becomes never-ending as soon as he is seduced, and the men fish harder and harder day by day, but the fish in the river do not decrease in the slightest, but what they never notice is that the water, which was still glowing with green waves, has gradually become pale and monotonous with the passage of time.

It was a sunny day, and the calendar said it was the first day of April.

On the first day of the month of the month, the elegant boats that ate the deep water came back to reap the fruits of the fishing, and the more abundant the fish, the more fish in the nets, the more valuable things they could exchange.

Although there are not more than half of the permanent classes in the village, the fishing boats that arrive on time every month will undoubtedly break all the peace and quiet.

The legends of the river gods and the ironclad rules seem to be gradually dissipating in everyone's hearts.

These beautiful new things soon made all the village names here forget their former selves and the lessons that their ancestors had passed down in just three months.

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At noon on this day, the huge merchant ship with its mighty momentum appeared in the middle of the river belt on the clear waves, and in less than a moment it led out all the strong men who were still eating lunch in Canada.

"The king's boat came, and everyone hurried to the river, and I heard that this time the official brought a lot of good things. The current head of the small fishing village shouted loudly, lest anyone would not hear the arrival of the merchant ships.

In fact, the villagers of every household put down their rice bowls, and swam to the river like all kinds of fish, and set up their nets, roughly counting the number of fish they caught, and then waiting for the adults on which merchant ship to bring out some strange things they had never seen before to exchange with them.

This small village, which used to be very quiet, can always be bustling with people on this day, and it becomes like a busy city in a big city.

After a whole day of tossing and turning, the fishing boat finally left again with great noise.

The villagers all returned home with the strange things they had brought and returned home very satisfied.

The sun sets in the west, and the day passes by like this.

Every family's dinner party today is very rich, as if they are going to celebrate the Spring Festival.

In fact, the merchant ships brought nothing more than the shabby cloth discarded by the nobles in the city, and some very cheap food for cultivation, such as rice and rice.

But the natives, who had never seemed to have seen anything but fish and water since birth, seemed to have a keen interest in cheap and useless things.

There are many other things on their table besides fish and meat, which makes the indigenous villagers feel extremely satisfied.

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Su Wu talked to the monk in the old temple for a long time, and then began to close his eyes and meditate gradually, and the power of the law from the Tianque Palace was continuously absorbed into his body.

After the knot in the rope realm, Su Wu formed a kind of contract-like relationship with the very mysterious Heavenly Palace, but in the past few days, more and more uneasy feelings began to linger in his heart.

There seemed to be something happening in the Tianque Palace that made him very uneasy, which made Su Wu feel restless, and the illusion that he would do every day when he fell asleep also became more real day after day.

The night shrouded the river again, and it was the old monk who had been chatting with him for a long time that woke Su Wu up from his deep meditation. The old monk just stretched out his finger and put a slight touch on Su Wu's heavenly spirit cover, and woke Su Wu up from his long meditation.

"Let's go to the top of the temple and see the moon. The old monk didn't take a bath for a long time, nor did he clean his mouth, and his words were mixed with a strong fishy smell all the time.

Su Wu was caught off guard and retched a few times after smelling these smells, and then was naturally taken to the top of the temple by the old monk.

Once he reached the top of the temple, Su Wu felt as if he was closer to the moon in the sky, a feeling that made him feel nostalgic.

A few days ago, he had been standing next to the top of the Heavenly Dome and watching the young man compete with the Heavenly Immortals.

I don't know if that young Tianyi found the man who accompanied him through such a long time.

The roof of the temple looks a little newer than the one inside the temple, and at least you can see that the dust here has been wiped every day.

On the top of the temple are two half-reclining cyan bamboo chairs, which were obviously prepared by the old monk for Su Wu and himself to watch the moon.

"On a big night, what's so beautiful about this half-quarter moon?" Su Wu was a little puzzled, being forcibly interrupted to meditate was a very irritating thing.

In the big night, who would be so bored to look at the stars and the moon, the quieter it is, the more suitable it is for cultivation.

"Today we are not here to see the moonlight, but to see the worms of the earth crawling everywhere in the water. The old monk looked at Su Wu with a smile.

"I don't see anything else on the ground but water. Su Wu pursed his lips, a little disdainful.

Indeed, sitting on the top of this temple, the first thing I saw was the long river with a faint white moonlight, and it was difficult to see anything else.

But when the old monk spoke again, Su Wu knew which insects he was talking about: "The mountain god has not moved recently, but the river god seems to be angry." ”

"Is it because of those things during the day?" Su Wu paused, as if he had thought of something.

"Indeed, these natives have completely angered the river god by their indiscriminate fishing in the past few months. The old monk holding the fan in his right hand was staring at the undulating river and watching quietly, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

In fact, these causes and effects have nothing to do with him.

People are always like this, and they often pay the corresponding price for their ignorance and ignorance.

"The old man can control this mountain god, but he can't control this river god. The old monk was silent for a long time, and then said.

It's not that you can't save it, it's not that you don't want to do it, but you can't do it.

What even an old monk with a slight cultivation can't do, Su Wu is naturally even more powerless.

"Will all these people die tonight?" asked Su Wu.

"It depends on how much you are greedy and how little you are greedy, the river god has a pair of eyes, and the more greedy you are, you can't live tonight, and the most greedy will be flooded. ”

"And what about those kids?"

"Most of those kids won't survive tonight. ”

The river is going to eat people.

The indigenous villagers have eaten the river all their lives, and now they will eat them once in the river, and it will only take this time that they will never be able to eat the river again.

The old monk's face seemed to have a lot of relief on his face, after this flood washed away, it was impossible for people to live here, even if most of the poor insects who survived had to move away.

Su Wu had unconsciously forgotten the purpose of his trip to collect medicine, and was completely caught up in his thoughts about this small village.

If anyone turns his back on heaven, it will be angry.

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In the middle of the night, the river god finally suddenly went crazy in the deep sleep that everyone was still deep in.

The water was as calm as a mirror in an instant, and suddenly became as violent as a fire slurry, and soon overflowed the riverbank, surging towards the homes of those who had darkened their lights at an incredible speed.

"Old Xuzi, why does it seem that there is a sound of water outside. A woman in a thin garment got up in the middle of the night to nurse a baby woman, when she heard the sound of running water outside, which was getting clearer and clearer.

Xiao Xu, a middle-aged man who slept like a dead pig, just turned over and muttered like a dream: "Don't be suspicious, old woman, where is the water, dry and tender mother." Don't make a noise about Lao Tzu sleeping ............"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, his mouth was filled with water, and he could no longer speak.

These rivers seem to have real eyes, and the first person to look for is the village elder Xu who brought those merchant ships to the village.

A family of three was soon filled with the river water, and finally was quickly swallowed by the raging river.

Su Wu, who had already opened his spiritual sense, happened to see this tragic scene squarely, and he was already so amazed that he couldn't say a word.

The fish was quickly taken to the riverbank, but only rolled over a few times and did not react further.

It was not only the poor villagers who were completely unable to resist that died, but also the fish that rolled their eyes every day, thousands of which ran aground on the banks of the river and died.

The scene presented in front of him was indeed as good as what the old monk said, a person, a fish under the wrath of the river god were like small insects lying on the ground, helpless and desperate, and then drowned by death.

The river has been flowing like this from the beginning to the beginning of the warp.

Later, a few families made their homes here, and the river was afraid that these four-legged things would be hungry, so there were fish in the river.

Every fish is the life of the river, but in order to be able to feed these poor creatures, there are many fish in the river at all times.

For every fish the natives eat, the river's lifespan was shortened, but fortunately, the people seemed to know about it, so they didn't eat too much.

Time passed like this, and this old river did not seem to lose much life because of this, but gained a lot of happiness.

It seems to be a lot of fun to watch these little things that are so weak that they seem to be washed away at any time that they are scurrying in front of them.

After all, all creatures that can't speak or move easily are lonely, and these weak beings have become the only thing that can accompany them.

The river flows like that forever, and at the same time it is the small lives of the natives.

These little things died and lived, born and died, and they are now here.

Now those little ones seem to have changed, and the river has changed with them.

The flood finally washed away the Dragon King Temple, and neither the natives nor the river would be left again.