Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Looking south to Buzhou, among the four major continents, it ranks second in terms of area and number of cave heavens and paradises, second only to Dongsheng Shenzhou. Compared with Xiniu Hezhou and Beiju Luzhou, Nanzhanbuzhou has much more spiritual energy.

Therefore, Buddhism has long been eyeing Nanzhan Buzhou, and they have always dreamed of preaching in Nanzhan Buzhou.

However, this continent with outstanding people has become the missionary place of Wusheng Cult and Yin Yang Cult.

Looking south to the north of Buzhou, there is a mighty long river, Qishui. The Qishui River is three thousand miles wide. The terrain on both sides is flat and there are few mountains and forests. It is a place where the population gathers.

On this day, a large-scale sacrificial activity was going on by the Qishui River.

On top of the tall altar, an old witch with colorfully painted face and covered in cloths danced and uttered obscure and meaningless spells.

Under the altar, hundreds of people gathered together, with pious faces and prayers.

"The great Lord Qishui, please accept our offering. I hope the Lord will bless our Gantian Village with good weather and prosperity for both people and animals in the coming year."

Two rows of strong men held torches and passed through the crowd. In the team, they carried three animal sacrifices and eight untouched girls with heavy makeup. These girls were tied up with five flowers and carried to the altar.

"Mom, save my daughter. My daughter will never eat the whole bun again, my daughter will only eat half."

"Daughter, my parents are sorry for you! Your brother is getting married, and as long as you become the Goddess of the River, the village will give our family a lot of money. For the sake of our family's incense, you have to sacrifice yourself. When you get down there, When the Lord of Hell asks you how you died, just say it was your parents who killed you and it had nothing to do with your brother."

"Dad, I don't want it, I don't want to die."

"You lose money, if it weren't for you, your mother wouldn't have died in childbirth. I've been raising you for so many years, and I'm just waiting for today. I don't want you with all my money, but you?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Don't cry, daughter. Today is your wedding day, and you should be happy. Mom can't help it. Your father is gambling outside and borrowing usury money from a wealthy family. If you don't sell you in exchange for money, your father will be beheaded. Lose your hands. Our family cannot live without someone who supports us. As long as your father is here, mother can hope to have a son. You don’t want to, your mother will never be able to hold her head up, right?"

Along the Qishui River, scenes of human tragedies were staged. However, no matter how tragic these girls are, the sacrifice must continue.

boom!

The stormy waves hit the shore, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a black smoke rose from Qishui, turning into a monster with a fish head and human body.

"See the Lord God!"

This monster is the monster in the Qishui River, Qishui Shenjun.

Qishui Shenjun looks like a catfish. He looked at the whole audience and said coldly: "Are you ready for this year's sacrifice?"

The witch hurriedly stepped forward and said with a respectful expression: "Tell the Lord that the sacrifices are all here. They are all virgins in their prime, and they were specially selected for you by our Gantian Village."

"is it?"

Qishui Shenjun stared at the eight girls.

Gantian Village has a tradition of favoring boys over girls, and the village is not wealthy. These eight girls were all malnourished and as emaciated as firewood in their prime years.

They were weather-beaten, their hands were covered with scars from frostbite, and their hair was withered and yellow, like weeds, neither supple nor bright.

In order to share the pressure on their families, they often go to work in the fields with their backs turned to the sky. Their skin is neither white nor smooth, but as dark and rough as men's.

"Is this the sacrifice you prepared for me? They are not even as good as the clam girls in my palace!"

Qishui Shenjun laughed in anger, his anger rose, and his eyes showed a fierce look.

Hearing Qishui Shenjun's words, the people in Gantian Village were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they all kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Lord Shenjun, please calm down. This is the most beautiful girl in our village."

"Oh, how dare we deceive the Lord God?"

However, how can the demon be reasonable? For no reason, demons will eat people and kill people. Now that the demon is unhappy, Gantian Village will naturally be in disaster.

Boom!

Qishui Shenjun snorted coldly, and Qishui suddenly surged into huge waves, and the water wall instantly rose up to a thousand meters in the air.

What is the concept of being hit by huge waves thousands of meters high? Not to mention the following, even this plain will suffer unimaginable disasters.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the void.

"Have mercy on my people, there are many sorrows. The leader of the Inanimate Cult, my hometown is empty!"

Accompanying this sound was dense sword light. The sword light spread across 30,000 miles and killed all the people on the huge waves.

Boom!

There was only one explosion, and the huge wave was cut into nothingness, and the river water was annihilated.

"what?"

Qishui Shenjun's expression changed and he was about to run away. But as soon as he used his magic power, his body turned into powder and disappeared into ashes.

"Dead, this monster is finally dead!"

"What a powerful immortal. He killed this monster with one strike. None of the immortals who passed by before were any match for this monster."

Amid the discussion, a Wusheng Cult disciple walked out of the void, covered in golden light, with a golden cloud of merit on his head. He looked like a righteous man at first glance.

"Everyone is frightened. I am the disciple of Master Wu Sheng, Zhenjun Qingyuan. By order of the leader, I am here to give guidance to all living beings."

"May I ask the Immortal, what does Wusheng Cult do?"

The witch stepped forward slightly and mustered up the courage to ask.

Liu Qingyuan smiled slightly: "I, the Wusheng Cult, do not want incense or offerings. I only want to convey the wonderful method of vacuum to all living beings in the world."

When the villagers heard this, their eyes lit up.

There is nothing they can do about worshiping demons. There is no powerful immortal cultivating sect near the Qishui Plain. The government tried many methods and sent many people to death, but they still could not quell the monster problem.

In order to deal with the demon, even the county official lost an arm. The government has asked the court for help, but the court's situation is complicated and they don't know when they can send experts over.

To put it bluntly, the high officials in the court may not care about a village of mortals.

"Please teach me!"

The white-bearded village chief cupped his hands and said.

"Easy to say!"

Liu Qingyuan waved his hand, and a statue flew out and landed on the river bank with a roar.

This statue, with its feet on white lotus leaves, holding scriptures in its hands, looking down at all living beings with a compassionate look on its face, is exactly the statue of Fang Yang.

"This is the holy image of the great inanimate leader. Anyone who is destined to sit under the statue can receive the teachings of the leader. In the future, with this holy statue around, no monsters or ghosts can harm you."

As soon as Liu Qingyuan finished speaking, circles of divine light emitted from the statue. Under the divine light, the villagers in the village couldn't help but groan.

"My old cold leg doesn't hurt anymore."

"My waist, my waist is also healed."

"God, it's so amazing!"

"As expected, it was the leader who gave me the blessing, the leader gave me the blessing!"

Many villagers benefited from the Wusheng Cult and wanted to kneel before the statue, but Liu Qingyuan stopped them.

"No, our Wusheng Cult only spreads the truth and does not need incense to offer sacrifices. If you are truly grateful to the leader, you should cleanse your soul and get the teachings of the leader."

"Yes, yes, it was our mistake."

When the village chief heard this, he did not dare to worship anymore. He immediately led the villagers to sit under the statue and meditate.