Su Wu and the old monk sat under the hazy moon and watched the moon for a night, waiting for the river to sweep the village away.

Su Wu was lying on the bamboo chair and gradually felt a little tired, and suddenly found that the river in the old temple was talking to him.

In fact, Su Wu didn't understand why he was able to understand the words of the river god.

Anyway, he raised his ears and understood.

The river god said, "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

Su Wu said: "Although I am also a mortal, I am not the same as them. ”

The river god asked: "It's also a mortal, is it possible that you can still divide a three, six, nine and so on?"

Su Wu said: "Indeed, some people can only die in ignorance like them all their lives, but some people live to know more than God. ”

The river god asked, "What do you think is a god?"

Su Wu replied, "You are God, why do you ask me?"

The river god said: "We can only be regarded as demigods who have just gained their senses, and the real gods will definitely not deal with you little things who will be trampled to death if you raise your feet." ”

Su Wu said: "God is also like you, he should have his own temper, the river god is a god, and everything with a spirit can be a god." ”

"God and Spirit should never be spoken of separately. ”

River God said: "You say yes, if you can understand my words, you must not be an ordinary person." ”

Su Wu said: "I may be a god in the future." ”

The river god let out a series of laughs and said, "I'm a little tired tonight, I need to go sleep for a while." ”

Su Wu said: "I guess I won't wake up from this sleep." ”

The river god smiled again: "It doesn't matter if you can't wake up, it's the same thing to sleep and wake up anyway, if you can get a good night's sleep, even if you can't wake up, what's the matter?"

Su Wu said: "Wait, before whom, can you solve my confusion first?"

River God said: "For the sake of your idle conversation with me for so long, I will take this confusion for you, there are too few things I don't know in this world." ”

Su Wu said, "Have you ever heard of the Melting Spirit Grass?"

River God said: "Naturally, I have heard of it. ”

Su Wu said, "Do you know where to find the Melting Spirit Grass?"

River God said: "I really don't know this, but I know that someone does. ”

Su Wu asked, "Who knows." ”

The river god replied, "In the deepest part of the forest, in which the little ones dare not enter, there is a great tree that grows exceptionally thick, and the great tree knows it. ”

Su Wu asked again: "Is that big tree the mountain god you said?"

The river god finally replied, "Yes." ”

Then the water in the temple suddenly disappeared as if it had been evaporated.

Instead of falling asleep, the river god simply closed his eyes and died.

Su Wu didn't feel the slightest sadness, but was in a somewhat happy mood.

In the days after leaving Ziwei, he had found some effective clues about the Melting Spirit Grass, and this trip was finally not a waste of time.

After the flood recedes, all that remains are those who survived.

He is also a wanderer.

A wounded woman cries in the cold of the night, holding a woman who is waiting to be fed.

In addition, there were a few gray-faced men, and the sudden flood this time made their expressions a little blank at this moment.

Su Wu sat on the top of the temple and watched everything quietly, without making a sound.

But after watching it for a long time, there will still be some soft-heartedness.

What's more, Su Wu is still a disciple who came out of Ziwei, and doing nothing is really his style.

So Su Wu had the moon on his head, stepped on the strong wind, and directly slid down from the air and came to those people.

Five men and two women were the last of the village's natives to survive the disaster.

Su Wu, who was dressed in white and fused with the silver and white moonlight, appeared in front of them like a flying immortal from outside the sky.

The two women who were crying were stunned for a moment, just looking Su Wu's appearance up and down, forgetting about continuing to cry.

After several transformations of the immortal body, Su Wu did already have the skin of a half-immortal, plus he was floating down from mid-air. As a result, these natives who have not seen much of the world in ordinary times soon regarded Su Wu as an immortal in the sky.

After seeing this "living fairy" with a face like white porcelain, the girl who was holding a crying child tightly with her right arm suddenly knelt down in front of Su Wu, while constantly dragging Su Wu's cuffs with her hands.

"Immortal lord, my son, my man...... What should I do!" The woman couldn't kneel down for a long time, and she cried more and more sadly.

Su Wu said that he didn't pay attention, and wiped his hand slightly, bringing out a milky white light, so that these lights were all over the body of no one, and then in the naked eye, all those large and small scars were wiped clean by Su Wu.

Su Wu still quietly used his Dao Qi to appease the woman who was already on the verge of collapse.

The woman cried and cried and found that she couldn't cry anymore, and then found that the child in her arms was also snoring sweetly at some point, and hurriedly thanked her again and again.

"Thank you to the immortal master, the immortal master is very kind, I have all these cheap bones in my heart. The woman finally calmed down her intense emotions and completely put away her tears.

"Not necessarily. Su Wu raised his sleeves and pushed the woman away.

Women still have something to say.

"The immortal lord doesn't know if my husband who has provoked the river god can get it back?" people are always like this, and when they see that they have lost less things, they want to get more back.

"People can't be resurrected from death, take your children with you, and live the rest of your life alive. Su Wu raised his sleeves again, secretly released his Dao Qi, repaired all the scars on the rest of his body, and then turned to leave.

"If you go all the way along this river, there will be a village, go and take refuge in someone else's village. ”

Su Wu finally left without looking back, leaving an unfounded sentence in the air, and walked away.

There is indeed a village at the end of the river, and Su Wu is the person who came from that village.

The small village called Saturnshin Village is the opposite of the daily routine of the villagers in this small fishing village, where the men grow their own rice fields to support their families, unlike the people in this village.

One is industrious and simple, and the other is ambitious.

The final outcome is self-evident, these people who don't like to do it, blindly ask the river god for more natives who have nothing left in the end, and can't even control their own lives.

And the diligent farmers in the village of Nongshen should still live a worry-free life of food and clothing.

The river god dried up and died without water, and the land god, who was dug up and pruned every day to fertilize the soil, should still live a very moist and chic life.

If you know Entu, you will get good results in the end.

The so-called displaced people are just that they don't know how to cherish them.

Su Wu disappeared into the blood, and returned to the dilapidated ancient temple, where the old monk in the temple had taken out a rusty wooden fish from nowhere and was knocking on it in a daze, looking very unfamiliar.

Although the old monk has not completely returned to the world, he has been a butcher for too long, and he is afraid that he has almost forgotten the scriptures of chanting and chanting the Buddha in the past.

"The old man knows that your kid still wants to go to the mountains to have a look, and the old man will go with you. The old monk seemed to be knocking on the wooden fish, but he was actually thinking about many things.

"What does this have to do with you leaving here and knocking on the wooden fish?"

Su Wu covered his nose and felt a little funny, but he couldn't laugh out loud inexplicably.

The old monk's eyes already had the sincerity of the year, because the young monk had to ask the Buddha statue in the heart of the temple before doing anything, so that he would be relieved and safe.

The young monk has become an old monk, but these habits are already engraved in the bones of the old monk, and they cannot be forgotten or shaken off.

"Did you hear what I said to the river god?" asked Su Wu knowingly again.

"Indeed, after so many years here, I can be regarded as an old friend with the river god in this river. The old monk's hand holding the copper mallet suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then turned his head to look at Su Wu.

"Then why did you persuade a few words to save these people's lives?" Su Wu raised his tone.

"It's going to die, and the fish in its body are dying with it, and if it dies, what will the natives who only do fishing all day be going to do, and what will they be able to do?"

"They only blame the river for killing their good fish, and the bad river for ruining their lives. ”

"And then starved to death. ”

The old monk talked on a phone call in a row, which made Su Wu feel a little foggy.

He continued: "The natives never thought of going out and seeing, and they would rather starve to death than do anything else without the things at their fingertips. ”

"Since it is all death, it is better to die happily, and it will not lose the fate of this man and god. ”

The old monk stopped knocking on the wooden fish, and took off the old robe, and from now on he was really not a monk anymore.

Su Wu closed his eyes, sat on the ground and began to do arithmetic.

There are only two hours before dawn, and Su Wu wants to calculate his life and death first, and calculate the fortune of this time.

What exactly lies in the deepest part of the mountain is still unknown.

The old monk had never been to the depths of the forest, and had not really seen the tree spirit.

This is what makes him very scratched all the time, because of the existence of the mountain god, so that he left his wife and daughter in this old temple, after so many years, now the old monk is leaving, but he doesn't know where to go, before leaving, he must come to see for himself what the tree looks like.

After the separation of these natives' wives, the abbot seemed to feel that everything he had done for so many years was in vain, and perhaps he had chosen to do something wrong at that time.

People always regret what they have done, and the same is true of Buddhas.

If no one in the world would regret what they had done, then there would be no prodigal son turning back, and there would be no laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot.

The old monk regretted it a little, but the wood was already in the boat, and those people in the past would not come back.

Therefore, he has to take off his robe, let go of everything before, and forget everything before, so that he can continue to live a good life tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and many days away.

After two hours of calculation, he opened his eyes and looked at the faint light outside the temple, moved his whole body and wrists, and began to prepare.

He took out the money bag that contained the money and began to tinker, and soon there were more knives on the ground, and Su Wu hung the knives neatly around his waist one by one, making sure that none of them had fallen before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master didn't lie to me, this thing is really not easy to lose. Su Wu muttered in his heart.

Su Wu's small money bag is actually a sleeve that can be used to hold things, and it is a small bag that carries clothes, medicines, and Daobao when going out.

Although the bag is small, the inside is really not small, Su Wu can carry all his knives with him just by carrying this small bag, which is indeed very convenient.

The old monk was wearing a white tights today, and he saw that Su Wu had already pushed every knife into the sheath before he pushed open the temple door.

"Let's go, let the old man go and see what the so-called true god in the forest looks like. ”