825 Xuan Sha 1

the old house's former evil... In my opinion, the feng shui is very bad. It would be alright as an inn, but if it were a home, there would definitely be many worries."He pulled me to a bridge, facing...The man stood motionless on the boulder, his gaze sweeping down to meet mine with a barely perceptible frown.

He didn't speak, and I was at a loss what to do. After all, he was an elder, so I couldn't just rush up and yell at him, could I

Nevermind, I'll just take a look myself.

I grabbed a vine and prepared to slide down.

Suddenly, something floated towards us from the front. I saw a blurry black ghost, holding Mu Wanchen's mask in its hands, flying toward the man in black robes.

"My Lord…" The ghost knelt respectfully beneath the stone, hands raised, lifting the mask.

I swallowed hard, he... could fight ghosts

The man in black moved his sleeve slightly and pointed at me.

The specter immediately understood and drifted toward me, bowing as it offered the mask.

My heart was pounding, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. I spoke with a trembling voice: "T-thank you..."

I reached out and grabbed the mask, taking two steps back.

What does this mean Is this a relic they're giving me I held the mask, utterly dumbfounded.

"Don't move, just stay put." The man in black said coldly.

“Oh…” I nodded, but my heart was in turmoil. Where did Mu Wanchen go He just disappeared out of nowhere, and even dropped his mask!

I clutched my mask, leaning against the nearest tree, my heart pounding with anxiety. But his master seemed to forbid me from going onto the dam, and I dared not run around at random.

Boom…

I vaguely heard a dull thud, and the ground beneath my feet trembled slightly.

Aftershocks!

I immediately clung to the tree and couldn't help but say to the man in black, "Sir, would you like to come down for a bit It seems there might be an aftershock!"

His eyes gazed far into the lake formed by the dam, as if observing it.

Boom... Boom...

That piece of lake water suddenly rose giant ripples, a water wave like an arrow split the surface of the lake, as if something huge from the water quickly swam over.

Bang!

The lake water surged, exploding into a sky-high spray.

The grove was also affected, and we all got soaked, only Mu Wanchen's master stood serenely holding an umbrella, the rainwater and lake water did not touch him at all.

I saw a gigantic serpent gleaming with silver, four-legged, scaled, with horns on its head.

In the water, something suddenly surged and then sank again, followed by another loud "thunk!"

This is not a giant serpent... it's a Jiao.

Rising clouds bring rain, nourishing thousands of miles. When encountering thunder and torrential rain, it leaps and dances; only after passing through tribulations can it become a dragon...

It turns out that Mu Wanchen's snake spirit is not an ordinary large serpent, which is why the head of the Si Clan fears it so much.

The shape of the dragon became clearer, as if it was ramming into the boulders buried in the sand, clearing a path for the surging lake water behind it.

Liang Xiaoge said they had been digging a drainage channel for Xieze, but there were giant rocks in the mountains that prevented them from breaking through.

Even with modern engineering vehicles, it would be difficult to open a passage through such ancient and solid mountains.

And this dragon is clearing the way with its body.

Is it Mu Wanchen who made its form so clear

I hid behind a tree, sheltering from the wind and waves. Those shamanistic people bowed one by one on the hillside, devoutly murmuring various respectful words.

Aren't you worried about Mu Wanchen Your Wuzhi King is gone!

"Boom!!" After the deafening roar, a gap was torn open in the valley across from them. The surging torrent immediately changed course, rushing into an uninhabited ravine.

The pressure behind the dammed lake suddenly lessened.

As long as we reasonably excavate the dilapidated "dam" before us, dividing the river in two with dredging, the original Miri River is estimated to only experience a rise in water level at most, and would not carry boulders and silt to wreak havoc on the downstream areas.

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Those tribesmen prostrated themselves and shouted praises, but I couldn't tell what had gotten into them! Even though Mu Wanchen was gone—a huge deal!—I couldn't find any joy in it.

A sudden strong wind bent the trees in the forest, and a huge shape appeared on top of the dam in the darkness...

If seeing the dragon leaping in the water just now shocked me, then this enormous creature before my eyes left me speechless.

In the midst of desolation, there is a mountain named Xiongli.

The dragon's essence, born with twin wings, its body clad in scales and spines on its back. Its head is large with a pointed snout, large eyes with high eyebrows, sharp teeth, and a long, pointed tail.

"... Yinglong." I heard Mu Wanchen's master mutter softly.

"The consort of the Eastern Emperor, the Celestial Emperor’s Grand Marshal…" He chuckled softly: "To think he would be…”

What, what

“Taoism considers Tai Yi to be formless, while in the ancient sacrificial rites of the Wu people, the highest god was 'Tai,' namely Dong Huang Tai Yi... In the mortal world, this was a god worshipped only by emperors, yet it has been forgotten by the world…” He looked at the gigantic divine beast and spoke with a sigh.

In ancient times, the

wū was a medium between gods and humans.

Soaring high in the temple, serving as the nation's mainstay.

Both Taoism and medicine have roots in shamanism.

Throughout history, many famous physicians were also practitioners of Taoism. They combined the Taoist philosophy on the universe, nature, and the individual with medical practices, creating unique medical arts.

It is said that everything originates from the Dao, but the Dao has classics, systems, and is passed down either through families or teachers. It spreads throughout the world, offering wisdom on governing the world, people, body, and mind.

And the shamanism practiced by the shamans caused the status of shamans to decline from being relied upon by the kingly states all the way down, and in the end, they were completely cut off from the temple due to the Wu Gu disaster.

The shamans are no longer visible in society. Those old immortals, witches, and practitioners of folk witchcraft from all over the place have little to do with people like Mu Wanchen.

I remember a saying that the oracle bone script of the word "witch" depicts two people dancing between heaven and earth for divination.

Shamans and seers, bearing strange arts under the name of gods.

But after societal development, they were feared by the ruling class and gradually driven out, slaughtered, and purged, eventually disappearing from the world.

This paradise, is this not their final sanctuary

So Mu Wanchen didn't want this place to be destroyed, and he didn't hope for an internal war, letting the people die needlessly.

The serpent unleashed its wings, lashing its tail against the dam with a powerful blow. The dam cracked open, releasing a torrent of water and mud that surged outward, growing larger and larger until it finally burst—

Because the mountain pass had already been broken by the dragon, diverting the water successfully, the dam's collapse did not cause a catastrophic disaster. The surging river spread out, flowing from two channels into the main river.

"Humph, assisting Yu in governing the water, using its tail to sweep across the river." The master chuckled softly.

The Azure Dragon flapped its wings and swooped down, skimming the surface of the water. With its claws, it snatched up the Jiao dragon that had been tossed about by the surging waters.

It stopped at the foot of the slope, respectfully bowing its proud head and neck, Mu Wanchen jumped down from behind its neck.

The Yinglong opened its mouth, and a majestic female voice boomed: “....Your Majesty.”

"Master raised his hand and touched Yinglong's jawline: 'You can drop the "Sir" title, I should address you as Immortal Empress.'"

Yinglong chuckled softly, "The Divine King is your disciple, so I should follow his words. Since things here are settled, I should go back…"

The dragon's shape gradually became hazy and transparent.

Finally, they transformed into millions of luminous sparks, fluttering and scattering across the sky.

Ultimately, the blame fell on Mu Wanchen.

He hung his head, the fabric of his upper garment torn. He simply ripped it off.

And...

I clenched the mask in my hand, instinctively hiding behind it —of anticipation -- how will he raise a childAcross from me, Lianrong seemed to have thought of the same thing, and he smiled with a hint of wickedness: "Little Consort, have you ever thought about you...