[Red Mansion] The First Immortal of the Three Realms

Although Daiyu only has a touch of spiritual consciousness now, but after a quick glance, she also feels a little awkward.

Not only her, but even Xuanjue and others who are connected with Daiyu's spiritual consciousness also felt it.

They never calculated exactly the relationship between smallness and majesty.

A long time ago, Xuan Jue had discussed this issue with Dai Yu.At that time, Daiyu concluded that mortals and gods all came from the same source, and were originally a tiny part of the Three Realms.And there may be a wider world outside of them, but they have never set foot in it, and are only confined to the environment they are in now.

That was Daiyu's casual remark when spying on the Tongtian Realm.

At that time, Fairy Crimson Pearl held the Sky Mirror for the first time, and she was very interested, so she stood by the Sansheng Stone and looked at it for a long time.

Although it was just a glance, it seemed to have spanned a thousand years. Fairy Jiangzhu paused for a moment, and then revealed this discovery.

At that time, she felt like a voyeur, while mortals were living in the original world, keeping their own order and living a regular life.

The gods, on the other hand, feel that they are superior to others, and spy on the lives of mortals in the sky with a gesture of compassion for all living beings, but they forget that they are also involved in it.

The Queen Mother, on the other hand, peeked at the fairies in the sky quietly through the illusion of the fairyland.

Layer after layer is slowly superimposed, and finally all nothingness becomes reality.And what was originally weak has finally turned into a giant in the passing of time and time again.There has been a fundamental change from the very beginning.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted like this.Nezha picked up the Huo Zha thrown there by Xiao Qi from one side, and lit the candle again.The candle flickered a few times, then kept the light on.

When people are in the light, the original sense of panic will dissipate somewhat.Xiaoqi exhaled slowly, turned around, and looked at Nezha again.

She cried again, her eyes were startlingly red.But her tears were like blood flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Nezha raised his hand, hesitating and hesitating, wondering if this was the first time he had encountered such a scene, his tongue seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time

Xiao Qi seemed to sense his abnormality, tentatively raised his sleeve, wiped his face, but there was no trace.

Nezha frowned, he clearly saw something, unless... that kind of thing can only show marks on the face, if it sticks to the cloth, or puts it in a bucket, it looks like an ordinary thing.

Daiyu subconsciously looked at the bucket of water on the ground. Ever since Xiao Qi came over with the bucket, she felt weird, and just like Nezha thought, she believed that the bucket was filled with blood.

But now following Xiao Qi's actions.Only then did she realize that perhaps, as Xiao Qi said, this thing is a long-lost miracle.

Nezha's train of thought was exactly the same as Daiyu's, and he turned around subconsciously, looked at the log, and asked softly, "Isn't the bucket filled with blood?"

Seeing him say such nonsense again, Xiao Qi's face collapsed immediately, "I've said it all, this is a miracle."

Nezha paused, involuntarily pulling Xiao Qi's hand towards the barrel.

Xiao Qi didn't have time to react, and his hands and sleeves were wet.

"What are you going to do! Nonsense! How can a miracle allow you to get involved like this!"

Xiao Qi stomped her feet and squeezed her sleeves, trying to squeeze the "miracle" back into the bucket.

Nezha froze in place, but there was no blood stain on Xiaoqi's sleeve.

The piece of rag that Xiao Qi threw aside didn't show any trace of being soaked in blood, even Xiao Qi's hands were only covered with traces of water, as if the contents in the bucket were really as Xiao Qi said. so-so.

Xiao Qi babbled dissatisfiedly, and looked at Nezha with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Nezha didn't care about this, and put his hand in the bucket again in front of Xiao Qi, and subconsciously stirred it.

"What are you doing!"

Xiaoqi became even angrier.He pulled Nezha's hand out forcefully, and pushed Nezha to the ground.

Nezha looked indifferent, slowly got up from the ground, and stretched out his hand to Xiaoqi.

Xiao Qi froze in place, Nezha was also stunned, and even Daiyu, who had empathy with Nezha, also froze.

Nezha's hands were stained with bright red blood, and the blood dripped slowly down his fingertips, like Shura emerging from hell.

Xiao Qi covered her mouth and opened her eyes wide.Looking at the wooden barrel helplessly, he shifted his gaze and then slowly looked at Nezha's hand.

At this moment, she couldn't think of what to say, and she didn't know how to react, so she could only stand there blankly, as if all her beliefs had collapsed.

Nezha's thoughts were confirmed, but he didn't feel happy, he just stared at Xiao Qi's face, and then turned to his blood-stained hands.

Now there are many doubts, but he can't find the slightest direction.

Xiao Qi hesitated for a long time, and her eyes were bright again. She tentatively took Nezha's hand, and when their fingers touched, Xiao Qi's hand was also stained with blood.

She carefully took another handful of water from the wooden bucket, this time, what she touched was no longer the colorless water, but the same blood stain as Nezha.

"Could it be that you are the real miracle?"

Xiao Qi said so, and then looked at Nezha unconsciously with a bit of piety.

"what are you saying?"

Nezha's expression looked a little weird, as if he didn't understand Xiao Qi's meaning at all.

And Xiao Qi's expression also became tense.

Daiyu can understand.

After all, there is some distance between mortals and gods. Mortals have an instinctive yearning for gods, so they always look at them too piously.

But because of the distance between them, they still dare not really let go of their hearts, so that when they panic, they feel a little more awe, and in addition to awe, they also have a little yearning.

The surroundings slowly quieted down, and a little sound continued to amplify here.Occasionally, the sound of insects chirping from a distance can be heard, which seems too quiet and has a sense of distance.

The candles on both sides of the divine case were blurred, and the night seemed to have come to an end.

Nezha was staring at the statue with all his attention.

The scratches on the statue were so deep that the underlying wall was even exposed.The statue was originally supposed to be complete, but it was damaged for no reason, so that nothing was left.

I don't know if it is because Daiyu and Nezha are empathizing at this time, Daiyu just had an idea, so Nezha asked along.

"Which god are you enshrining here? Why does your statue have no face?"

As soon as these words were said, Xiaoqi suddenly became flustered and couldn't help but take two steps back.

The dim candlelight reflected her pale face, and Daiyu actually saw some fear on her face.

That was the instinctive reaction of a mortal when facing a disaster. It was her fear, fear, and avoidance, but such an expression should not appear at this time.

Nezha also looked curious, hesitantly took two more steps.Stand firm in front of Xiaoqi.Looking back and forth between Xiaoqi's face and the statue, he finally asked the question in his heart: "Why did you react like this, I just asked which god is enshrined."

Xiaoqi's reaction was so abnormal that even Daiyu, who was watching, felt something was wrong, as if she was deliberately avoiding Nezha's question in a state of fear.

It seems that trying to divert Nezha's attention with this fearful emotion.

But Xiao Qi didn't know it at all, it was precisely because of her fear, panic, and fear that she re-expressed what she wanted to hide deliberately.

Nezha asked this question out of curiosity at first.

But now looking at Xiaoqi's flustered expression again, the original uncertainty gradually turned into certainty.

There was something wrong with the idol.

Ne Zha directly ignored Xiao Qi's reaction, took a candle from the side of the divine case, held the candle high and approached the statue.

The god statue was originally painted on a piece of silk cloth, and it should be the most precious thing in this village. Although it looks a little rough, the artist who painted it has excellent painting skills. There is no face, but it is not difficult to see that she is a beautiful goddess.

Daiyu followed Nezha's line of sight and couldn't help but take a second look. The statue was wearing a flirty long skirt with fluttering skirts, and the cloak wrapped with gold and silver threads spread behind her.Although it is a static picture, just a quick glance can make people imagine the vivid appearance of the goddess descending Fukasawa from the sky.

Countless auspicious clouds were drawn on the dress of the goddess, but those auspicious patterns were deliberately smeared and turned into blurred dots of ink.

Further up, the goddess is holding a piece of cloth in her hand.The cloth is spread out and intertwined with the clouds behind it, and the fairy's fingers are painted extraordinarily finely, and it can be seen that it is the artist who can see the painting.However, I don't know whether it was a coincidence or for the finishing touch, the goddess's nails were dyed eye-catching red, which lost its beauty in such a dim scene and became too shocking.

It has changed from a finishing touch to a superfluous addition.

Nezha didn't see anything, but Daiyu, who sympathized with him, saw it clearly.

Most of the fairies in the sky had a good relationship with her. She knew exactly what each fairy likes to do, what kind of clothes they like to wear, what kind of dress they like, what artifacts they use, and what fairy arts they have learned.

It's not because she has extra leisure time, it's out of instinct to write these things down, but it's just for the convenience of doing things in this heavenly court.

Now just by looking at it briefly, Daiyu knew that the goddess in the portrait was Zhinu.

It's just that for some reason, the face of the good-looking Weaver Goddess was ruined, and the auspicious clouds on his body were wiped off, making him look so terrifying.

This is disrespect to God.

It's just that I don't know why Xiao Qi reacted like this, it's too abnormal.

Nezha pondered for a moment, but did not make a decision, so he had to take a few steps closer to observe carefully.

Xiao Qi tentatively wanted to stop him, but when she stretched out her hand, she silently retracted it.

He could only maintain that complicated expression, quietly watching every movement of Nezha.

A sudden gust of wind blew out the candles in the hands of the two, and the two were once again immersed in darkness.

And Xiao Qi seems to be able to find a sense of security only in this dim environment.

After a long stalemate, he finally tentatively pulled up Nezha's clothes, and whispered, "It's Empress Zhinu."