I am a fairy

Chapter 134 Sacrifice Yourself
"drive!"

"drive!"

In the heavy rain, a man was riding a horse at full speed on the post road, coming all the way from the west.

When people on the roadside saw the command flag stuck behind this man, they immediately made way for him. The man sped all the way and entered Lucheng.

Soon, this person met Lucheng County Prince Wen Ji at the governor's mansion.

"Meet the Governor!"

Those who called Wen Ji the governor were generally soldiers under his command, and some had even seen him before. However, this man was a postman and must have followed Wen Ji in battles in the past.

The postman held up a letter with both hands, which was sealed with a wax seal. Wen Ji checked the wax seal, opened the letter and began to read it immediately.

In an instant, Wen Ji's face changed, but he sighed as if he had expected it.

"Ugh!"

The subordinate beside him asked, "Prince, what's wrong?"

Wen Ji handed the letter to his subordinates: "Take a look!"

The letter described the disaster in Jinzhou. A county under Ximen County and one and a half counties under Jinshan County were flooded, a large amount of farmland was destroyed, houses collapsed, and countless people were left homeless and displaced.

Fortunately, the main dikes have not yet completely collapsed.
Wen Ji asked the postman, "Are the other dikes still stable?"

The postman hesitated: "I..."

Wen Ji was immediately anxious when he saw this: "Hurry up and tell me."

Postman: "I don't know exactly, but when we set out, I heard that the Huajiang embankment was about to collapse."

Wen Ji suddenly became anxious: "What?"

Logically speaking, Wen Ji was only the governor of Yinzhou, in charge of the military affairs of the two states. Jinzhou had nothing to do with Wen Ji except for military affairs.

But in fact, Jinzhou is also Wen Ji's base. He is not only in charge of military affairs, but the governor of Jinzhou is Wen Ji's father-in-law.

He has been working hard for more than ten years, and its geographical location is strategic. Now that something has happened, how can Wen Ji not be anxious?

Wen Ji: "Do we need to come up with a set of rules?"

Subordinates: "Immediately send important people to Ximen County and Jinshan County to provide disaster relief, gather the victims and monitor the disaster situation."

Wen Ji: "Let Dalang go."

Subordinates: "This way, no one will dare to cheat or act slyly."

Wen Ji: "But what should we do about the Huajiang embankment? If it breaks, it won't be a matter for just one or two counties."

Now everyone is helpless. It's too far to reach them. What can they do?
When the postman set out, he said that the dike had already shown signs of instability and it would take many days to get there.

It’s hard to say, the dam has already burst by then.

The subordinate said at this time: "Prince, the only way now is to ask the gods and witches to see if there is any solution."

Wen Ji was furious: "Several months ago, I had said that the riverbank was in disrepair and that a flood was imminent. But officials in Jinzhou are still unprepared and the disaster is now upon us."

But there is no point in saying this at this time, Wen Ji can only say.

Wen Ji: "The witch is now in the Xihe Temple. It has been raining heavily for several days, and it is not easy to cross the river."

Subordinates: "The Taoist priest Ao of the Luyang Temple has a secret technique that can be reported to the shaman."

Wen Ji: "Please ask Taoist Ao to come here quickly."

The subordinate said: "We have sent someone to invite him."
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It was raining heavily.

On the sacred peak, groups of people came to the temple.

Only a few people could stand inside the hall and respectfully worship the tablet of Yun Zhongjun. Most people could only stand outside under the eaves or even in the heavy rain. Even many people came to the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

There were county magistrates and officials from Xihe and Jingu counties, temple servants, Taoists, and Tiangong.

Everyone heard some news, so they all ran to the shrine.

One was to pay homage to the shaman, and the other was to know each other about different situations. The heavy rain cut off the news from the outside world, and everyone wanted to know what was happening now.

The raindrops dripped under the eaves and people outside were whispering.

"Why are there so many things floating down from the river? Something big must have happened upstream."

"I heard that the Prince of Lucheng sent someone to say that Jinzhou was flooded."

"What? The whole Jinzhou was flooded. How many people would die?"

"Ghosts and golden gods appeared by the river, and many people saw several dragons going upstream. No one knew where they went."

"This is a horrific disaster!"

"Do you still remember the decree of Luyang Tubo?"

"It must be a dragon disaster. It is a change in heaven and earth that caused the dragons to cause disasters."

"Fortunately, Yinzhou built the Dragon Dike, otherwise it would have been the first to bear the brunt of the disaster."

Various pieces of information came together, and everything proved that something big had happened.

People were in panic and everyone became anxious.

Only the Dragon Dike and the "infinitely powerful" wizard sitting in the shrine can bring a little comfort to everyone.

When the dike was being repaired, many people were skeptical, thinking that this was an exaggeration, after all, nothing had happened in previous years.

Now, all people can do is feel thankful.

The officials from the county, the Taoists from the mountains, and the eunuchs from the capital all looked towards the depths of the shrine.

Deep inside the shrine.

Of course, the divine wizard also knew what happened in Jinzhou, but compared with the terrible rumors that the entire Jinzhou was flooded, the divine wizard knew that only two or three counties were flooded.

However, the Huajiang embankment is in danger of collapsing and may burst at any time.

In addition, the Tiangong clan also reported what they had seen and heard at the riverside.

"The golden god rode a dragon across the river and left?"

The wizard thought that it should be Yun Zhongjun.

"Perhaps Yun Zhongjun had sensed something in advance, so he rode a dragon to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River."

Although Yun Zhongjun had anticipated this, the witch had received some news after all, so she was still prepared to report it to Yun Zhongjun.

At the same time, she also wanted to know some information from Yun Zhongjun.

At this point, people outside were panicking and making all kinds of speculations, which inevitably affected the witch, making her worry that something even more horrific would happen.

Inside the fairy palace on earth.

The shaman walked through the stone screen and climbed onto the high platform, where he sat cross-legged on the high ground, put on a divine mask, and held a talisman in his hand.

"Lingzi invites Lord Yunzhong!"

"I pray today and have something important to report to Lord Yunzhong."

The scene changed and she came to another place.

When he opened his eyes, the wizard found himself on the river. It was also raining here, but it seemed to be heavier.

Of course, it may also be because this place is on the river, and the feeling of wind and rain brought by the rain seems more intense.

Under his feet was the gray-white tortoise shell of Ba Xia. As the wizard's eyes reached forward, he saw a divine man in a cloud robe with a halo behind his head standing on the dragon's head.

"Snapped!"

A huge wave hit Ba Xia's turtle shell, and his feet began to sway.

The wizard walked to the edge of the tortoise shell, looked at Yun Zhongjun from afar and shouted.

"Lord God, Lingzi is here to pay his respects."

Yun Zhongjun seemed to be worried today. He did not seem very enthusiastic, but rather a little cold.

Yun Zhongjun did not turn around: "What are you doing here?"

The wizard immediately told everything he knew, and Yun Zhongjun just nodded.

The news from the witch was passed on to her by Taoist Ao who reported it to the earth god "Luyang Tubo". As the creator of all this, how could "Yun Zhongjun" not know it? After Wangshu got the news, he immediately told him, and then "rode the dragon" towards the location of Huajiang Dike.

Huajiang is a tributary of the Yangtze River. It flows into the Yangtze River and is also an important shipping route.

Divine Witch: "Not only Ximen and Jinshan are flooded, I heard that the Huajiang dike is about to burst, but it has not been confirmed yet."

Yun Zhongjun didn't seem surprised: "Well, I already know."

The wizard hesitated and wanted to say something, but he felt that Yun Zhongjun must have already made arrangements. How could he interfere with Yun Zhongjun's actions?

At this moment, Yun Zhongjun suddenly raised his hand.

The palm slipped out from the sleeve and pointed into the distance.

"look!"

The wizard looked in the direction Yun Zhongjun pointed and saw a long embankment in the distance.

The witch still didn't understand and didn't know where she was at the moment, but a flash of inspiration came to her and she suddenly spoke.

"what!"

"Could it be that this is Huajiang?"

But after taking a closer look, the wizard saw many human figures on the embankment again.

Although it was raining heavily, these people were standing or kneeling on the embankment without moving. A simple shed was built on a high place, and an altar was placed under the shed. It seemed that someone was holding some ceremony in front of the altar.

"What's that doing?"

As the dragon came closer, the wizard seemed to understand.

Because he saw two children sitting on the altar.

As a member of the witch group, although he has only been a divine witch for a short time, he is well aware of the long-standing customs.

That was a living sacrifice.

Young boys and girls are sacrificed to the dragons of the rivers and the gods of the water.

Looking at the altar on the embankment, the crazy worshippers in the rain, and the believers kneeling devoutly.

At this moment, the wizard suddenly remembered what happened several months ago.

At that time, there was no rain, and the mountain people, villagers, and witches all said that the sky was angry and asked for living sacrifices. Even the sacrifices were selected.

But when the wizard thought about the fact that he had once been a sacrificed animal, he couldn't bear it. Fortunately, when he was fortune-telling, Yun Zhongjun warned him and he got a bad hexagram, so the matter came to an end.

Now, it has rained too much during the plum rain season, and the river has overflowed. Seeing the same situation in another place, the shaman can be said to be extremely emotional.

Divine witch: "Are they offering sacrifices to you, the Lord of God?"

In fact, until now she still didn't know whether the divination result was really wrong or just luck.

I also don't know what Yun Zhongjun thinks about the human sacrifice.

Yun Zhongjun finally spoke: "Where are you going to send a bunch of drowned corpses, charred corpses, and rotten corpses to me?"

The witch was stunned after hearing this. Perhaps she had not expected that in the eyes of the gods, sacrifice would be like this.

"Please forgive me, God. Mortals do not know the true intentions of gods and immortals, so they always appear foolish in front of God."

Yun Zhongjun: "Perhaps, it is simply because people have never understood this world."

The divine witch thought it meant something else: "The divine witch will certainly let all living beings know the divine monarch's intentions, and they will no longer sacrifice human blood and pollute the divine monarch's immortal palace and divine realm."

Yun Zhongjun stopped talking, only the dragon swam quietly forward.
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Painting on the river bank.

The wind was strong and the rain was heavy. The villagers gathered by the river and watched the torrent rushing forward.

Everyone knows.

If the river bank bursts, the hometown will be in dire straits. Therefore, everyone present was worried.

"The riverbank is in danger. Today, only human sacrifice can save the bank."

"Does it really work?"

"Today's disaster must have happened because someone has angered the Yangtze River God. Once the Yangtze River God gets angry, who knows how many lives he will take before he stops."

"I heard that many people died in Jinshan County because they didn't offer sacrifices to the river god in recent years!"

"As long as we offer sacrifices to the River God, peace will naturally be maintained."

The sacrifice was also presided over by an elderly local witch, but he was not Yun Zhongjun's witch, but a witch from a family that worshipped the water god.

The old witch stood on a high place, and the believers behind him bowed again and again, muttering to themselves, and praying for God's protection in a panic.

Everyone was still whispering.

Suddenly, the witch stood on the embankment and shouted.

"God of the Yangtze River, how great is he!"

A sharp cry was heard, and the believers who were kneeling on the embankment to worship immediately quieted down and kept kowtowing and praying.

The old witch was shaking a magical instrument in his hand that had many copper bells hanging on a copper ring. The sound made by shaking it blended with the sound of the wind and rain.

The old witch was barefoot, and he jumped up on the river bank with his legs raised high, spinning in circles as he jumped.

"God of the rivers and rain, we beg you to protect us."

"Retreat the flood and protect the home."

The voices of witches and shamans echoed in the wind and rain, as they danced the ancient Nuo dance with black Nuo masks on their faces.

The witch was talking nonsense, the magic weapon in his hand was shaking constantly, and his body was dancing crazily, looking very scary in the heavy rain.

"I am so insignificant, I wish to borrow your divine power."

"If the river god blesses us, we should offer sacrifices to him every year and keep the incense burning forever."

The shamans praised the so-called Yangtze River God, promised mortals what they would offer, and asked for what they wanted.

It looks mysterious and scary, making the surrounding villagers afraid.

But essentially.

This so-called sacrifice is more like a negotiation and transaction between mortals and gods.

However, everyone had made sufficient preparations, and the shaman had shouted until his throat was hoarse, but the God of the Yangtze River did not seem to respond to their prayers.

Under the river bank.

On the other side of the river, you can see that the flood is still surging and the soil on the river embankment is beginning to loosen.

On the other side of the inner river embankment, you can see that large areas of the embankment are already wet, and you can even faintly seep water.

This frightened the people below, and they immediately shouted to the people on the high embankment.

"Not good, not good."

"It's unstable."

"It's about to burst."

"Come down, run!"

"You can't run. The sacrifice is not yet complete."

"That's right. As long as we offer sacrifices to the river god, we will be able to stabilize the levee."

By this time.

People also hope for help from ghosts and gods, but of course there is another reason as well.

Even if we run away at this time, the floods will submerge the land, and without the harvest and land, we will not be able to survive this year.

The shaman was soaked to the skin, but finally completed the entire sacrificial process.

He stopped and put the magic weapon around his neck.

Then, he shouted to everyone around him.

"Sacrifice to the River God!"

Immediately, two people came forward, one on the left and one on the right, ready to pick up the two children in the shed, put them in a basin and sink them into the river.

But just as the two men got up, something unusual suddenly happened.

"Den!"

suddenly.

Two rays of light intersected and came from the depths of the river, shining on the river bank.

The light came down from above like a pillar of heaven, so blinding that the two people who were about to pick up the child immediately covered their faces with their hands and stepped back.

"Hiss, my eyes!"

"So bright!"

"What's going on? Where does the light come from?"

"Where does the light come from?"

"How should I know? I didn't do anything."

The old witch was also shaken and slipped to the ground, almost falling into the river.

The light swept past, as if with a powerful force, pushing the people on the embankment back and preventing them from getting close to the river.

After a while, the light gradually retracted and sank into the river.

Only at this time did someone come forward, staring and looking for something in the overwhelming rain. Soon everyone saw something in the middle of the river and exclaimed in surprise.

"There's something on the river."

"It's a turtle. A really big turtle."

"What the hell, that's a dragon head, can't you see it? It's a dragon."

"I saw it. The light just now came from the dragon's eyes."

"The dragon has come. It must be the incarnation of the Yangtze River God. It must be the Yangtze River God showing his spirit."

Everyone was in a panic and yelling.

At this time, the old witch shouted again: "Quick, quick, the gods have appeared, push the sacrifice down quickly."

The two men immediately stepped forward: "Yes!"

But just as the two men took a step forward, the two rays of light converged again and forced the people on the embankment back again.

This happened several times in a row, and every time someone tried to pick up the two children and throw them into the river, the dragon's eyes would shine and stare at the people on the river bank.

This time.

No one dared to step forward.

Everyone seemed to realize that the dragon on the river would not let them get close and was refusing to accept their blood sacrifice.

At this time, everyone looked at the old witch.

"what happened?"

"The Yangtze River God will not accept human sacrifices."

"You are lying to us, saying that the River God wants young boys and girls. Look at this River God, it is clear that he does not accept human sacrifices."

"Didn't you say that it was God Jiang who wanted a human sacrifice? What's going on now?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't know what Jiang Shen means and is trying to deceive us?"

The old witch was also stunned.

He had been a witch all his life, but this was the first time he saw the so-called "River God" appear.

But when he heard everyone approaching him and looking at him with questioning tones, the wizard suddenly went from being unable to cope to being furious.

He has been a sorcerer for most of his life. In the local area, his words are always the truth. He will sacrifice anyone he is ordered to sacrifice. But today, someone actually dared to question him.

This is a challenge to his position, how can this be tolerated?

He immediately shouted in fury.

"nonsense."

"It must be because you are not sincere, so the River God does not accept your offerings, or maybe he thinks the offerings are too little."

"You guys don't know how to repent, and now you dare to blame me. This is really unreasonable."

"Two boys and girls are not enough. God Jiang must want more and better ones."

The old witch stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed towards the altar, ready to throw the two "sacrifices" into the river himself.

"I will do it myself."

"Sacrifice these two first, and we will surely be able to stabilize the riverbank."

"Then offer ten pairs of boys and girls, which will surely satisfy the River God and help him get through this horrible disaster."

But as soon as he approached the altar, the light swept over him again.

The old witch, who had just been provoked by someone and was full of blood and momentum, suddenly woke up under the divine light and lost his courage.

I started to panic and my feet slipped.

"what!"

It was still raining heavily at the moment, and the river bank was full of mud and rain.

With this slip, the old witch fell directly into the river.

With a scream, he disappeared immediately.

The old witch had never expected that in the end, he himself would be the human sacrifice.

This scene.

The people on the river bank were stunned and cried out in surprise.

"Oh no!"

“He sacrificed himself.”

"Sacrificing myself, is that even possible?"

Unfortunately, although the old witch sacrificed himself for the sake of others, the God of the Yangtze River did not seem to give him any face.

Perhaps because the offering was too old and shabby, water continued to seep out from the other end of the embankment. No matter how hard they tried to block it, it couldn't be stopped and finally it cracked.

“It’s cracked!”

"The dam has broken!"

"It's broken, it's broken."

At this moment, countless people ran back.

Suddenly, there was no one on the embankment.

In the panic, someone took the child away, leaving only an empty altar.

As the embankment gradually collapsed, the altar also slowly sank down and was submerged in sand and mud.

And this time.

However, the "dragon" drove straight towards the river bank.

(End of this chapter)