Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

There is an endless stream of people offering sacrifices every day, and the incense is very popular.

With the powerful force of belief, Mu Ling gradually cultivated a spiritual body, although this spiritual body can only be seen by cultivators who can lead the soul into the body.

The wood spirit began to practice, sometimes absorbing the essence of moonlight, sometimes taking in a ray of morning light. Although it was slow, he had good intentions, a firm heart, and his cultivation was growing in an orderly manner.

And with the company of lively and cute little clay figurines, there is laughter and joy, and life is pleasant.

No one knew what mysterious and strange material that little clay doll was made of, but it was able to produce a spirit before the wood spirit.

Every night, the moon is bright in the sky, and its silver light shines down, illuminating a corner of the palace.

The little clay doll moved its tiny limbs and nimbly pulled the corner of its mother's clothes and slid down.

Climbing onto the altar, the little clay figure walked back and forth quietly on the table, looking back from time to time. Seeing that his behavior had not been discovered, he continued to circle around the table with confidence.

When I was spinning dizzy, I pressed something with my hand.

When I opened my eyes, I saw fresh fruits and vegetables offered to my mother.

Ah, he pressed a small mud mark on the red apple with his little mud hands.

The little clay doll suddenly felt guilty and quickly used both of his hands to wipe the apple.

As a result, not only was the original mark not wiped off, but more new mud marks were added.

The little clay doll covered his face.

After a long time, he put his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

Take a step back.

Take a step back.

He turned and ran.

He ran to the wooden statue, grabbed his mother's skirt with both hands, and quickly climbed back into his mother's arms.

The next day, when the incense burner came to replace the offering, he was stunned when he saw the apple covered with a layer of mud.

The little clay doll nestled in his mother's arms covered his mouth and chuckled, and then his mother nodded helplessly with her fingertips.

The wooden statue has spirits, and although it cannot bring children, it can use gentle spiritual power to protect the woman during childbirth.

Mu Ling listens to people's prayers and wishes every day. One day, she heard an old woman crying for her daughter to give birth, bleeding heavily, and that both the mother and the child were in danger, so she begged for her protection.

The wood spirit was extremely worried. In desperation, her spirit left the wooden statue. She attached herself to the old woman and followed her back home.

The spiritual power of the wood spirit belongs to the wood element, and wood has the ability to heal and nourish injuries.

She slowly injected the gentle spiritual power she had gained from years of practice into the life-threatening pregnant woman, and in the end she actually managed to protect both the adult and the child to safety.

From then on, pregnant women or those with children at home were willing to come to the goddess to worship and burn incense.

The wood spirit is never stingy in giving back its spiritual power to the villagers, and does its best whether it is for exorcising evil spirits or praying for blessings.

The villagers also loved and worshipped the deity more devoutly. The statues were painted with gold and colors in many places, and the temples were renovated in many places.

The little Yin spirit that died in the flood had its soul attached to the wooden statue by accident for some unknown reason. After being nurtured by the spiritual power of the wooden spirit for many years, it actually became a Yin spirit. Since then, Niangniang Temple has become more lively.

Little Yin Spirit: "Call me brother."

The little clay doll counted on his fingers: "But I am older than you. If we count from the day I was born, Ah Ni is already 130 years old this year."

The little Yin Spirit thought for a moment and said, "If you call me brother, I will buy you candied haws."

The little clay doll trembled and shook his hands: "Really, brother, do you have money? Mother said that you have to pay for buying things."

The little Yin Ling said without hesitation: "Of course."

The two little brats sneaked out of the Niangniang Temple.

The little Yin spirit led him back to his former home and dug out a small clay jar in the corner of the abandoned house. Inside the jar were more than a dozen copper coins that he had hidden before.

It was a cloudy day. A small vendor who was hurriedly packing up his stall and preparing to go home saw a somewhat strange child standing in front of his stall.

The child, who looked about five years old, had a pale and cold face, a small clay figurine on his shoulder, and was staring at the candied haws on his pole.

"I want that one." The child said without blinking, looking at a string of red and plump candied haws.

The vendor picked the bunch he pointed to and handed it to him.

The pale-faced child also placed a few copper coins in the vendor's palm.

Until big raindrops hit my face.

The coolness brought the vendor, who had been staring at the child's departing figure for a long time, back to his senses, and he felt a little chill on his back.

It seemed as if the clay figure on the child's shoulder had just smiled at him.

There are six hawthorns on a string of candied haws, each one is red and plump.

Gudong.

The little clay doll kept swallowing his saliva.

The two hid under the eaves to avoid the rain.

The raindrops are falling slantingly.

The little ghost counted the candied haws carefully and said, "There are six in total. Ah Ni, you eat two, I'll eat two, and the remaining two are for Aunt Mu."

"Gudong, good, good." The little clay doll clapped his hands happily and then stretched out his two little clay hands.

The little Yin spirit placed two candied haws on his little clay hands, one on the left and one on the right.

The little clay doll licked it on the left, then on the right, smiling from ear to ear, "It's sweet and delicious."

The little Yin spirit taught earnestly: "It is wrong for you to eat it like that. If you lick off all the sugar coating first, only the hawthorn will be left, which is very sour and can make your teeth sour. You should eat the sugar coating and hawthorn together like I do. It tastes sour and sweet."

The little clay doll said indifferently: "Sweet, I like it. Sour, I like it too."

When the little Yin spirit saw him chewing the hawthorn bite by bite and he really didn't mind the sourness at all, he stopped paying any attention to him.

After a long time, carefully and slowly finishing two candied haws, the little clay kid looked sadly at the rainy sky.

The sky was an endless expanse of grey. The rain, though thin but dense, fell on the eaves, gathered on the green tiles, and flowed down in a trickle, like beads that had broken off the string.

"Aniang will come to pick us up, right? I'm almost soaked."

The little clay doll's body was wet with mud, and even the two candied haws in his hands that he was going to give to his mother were covered with a layer of mud.

"I told you not to throw away the sticks. Now they are dirty."

"But I want to eat the sugar on it."

"Then how are you going to let Aunt Mu eat later?"

"Mother... you won't dislike me, right?"

The little clay doll's voice was full of uncertainty.

But soon both of them were happy.

Because a beautiful green figure was approaching from afar.

In the misty rain, Mu Ling held an umbrella, smiling gracefully, her green skirt trailing on the ground, and moving slowly and gracefully.

She raised her hand and touched the heads of the two little ghosts one by one, and said with a smile: "It's time to go home."

The raindrops fell on the emerald green lotus leaves, flowing along the veins and falling to the edges.

Mu Ling held a lotus leaf umbrella in one of her bare hands, and held the short white arm of Xiao Yin Ling with the other.

The little clay doll climbed on the little Yin spirit's shoulder, looking down and worrying about the two candied haws in his hands that were covered with wet mud.

In the abundant water vapor, the figures became farther and farther away, leaving only the sound of soft conversation.

"Mom, do you want some?" The little clay kid raised the bright red candied haws in his two hands.

"How can you eat it if your hands are covered in mud?" the little Yin spirit said with disdain.

"But I've been holding it for a long time, drooling, and can't bear to eat it. I'll give one to my mother and one to my brother, okay?"

"Okay." Mu Ling said softly.

"Hmph." The little Yin spirit snorted coldly.

"Brother, please don't dislike me."

"Hmph~ bring it here."

The little Yin spirit wiped the mud off and ate it in one bite.