I am a fairy

Chapter 96: Soul Crossing the River (Additional Update)
Braving the rain, everyone followed the wizard to the cave.

The cave is very deep and large, with many protrusions on the sides and top of the rock wall, making it a great place to hide from the rain.

However, because the sky was dark, the cave was also pitch black.

Only vaguely seen.

There stood the outline of a statue.

The sturdy mountain people were holding umbrellas, and the shaman in black military uniform left the umbrella and walked into the cave. With his hands spread out and rustling in the wind, he walked step by step to the front of the statue.

Everyone stood outside, watching the shaman facing the statue.
"I welcome you, Lord Yunzhong."

"I now pray..."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

The shaman took out the divine mask and put it on his face. When he raised his head, the darkness around him immediately became bright.

Especially the statue, which was emitting bursts of spiritual light, illuminating all directions.

The wizard took another closer look.

The statue sitting deep in the cave is not a deity at all, it is clearly Yun Zhongjun.

"God Lord!"

In the eyes of the crowd, the witch was just talking to himself.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the people in Xihe County believed that Yun Zhongjun had really come here.

"Lord Yunzhong has descended to the lower world!"

Everyone made way to form a big circle and knelt down.

In the eyes of the witch, the shadow of the god emitting spiritual light lowered his head from the cave, and looked at her with a gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate the mask.

Then he asked, "What is that on your face?"

When the witch travels, she will also draw her eyebrows and put on powder. After that, she will look more divine, or more like the Yun Zhongjun in her imagination.

Divine wizard: "Lead powder."

Yun Zhongjun: "Lead powder is poisonous, don't use it."

Divine wizard: “Yes!”

Afterwards, the witch began to talk about what happened today, although she knew that the other party knew it without her saying it.

To others outside the cave, as the thunder and lightning raged outside and illuminated the darkness intermittently, the whispers in the cave seemed even more mysterious.

They couldn't hear what the shaman was saying, but they felt that the whispers were like scriptures chanting to heaven, penetrating the wind, rain and dark clouds, and attracting the sacred gaze of the nine heavens.

"The witch is communicating with the heavens."

"Could this thunder in the sky be the voice of the gods?"

“Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, only dragons and gods can come and go at will.”

Dragons are divine in the eyes of mortals, but they are also extremely terrifying in the eyes of mortals.

Its mood is unpredictable. When it is angry, it can overturn rivers and seas and burst lakes for thousands of miles, causing tragic scenes of devastation to all lives.

Therefore, while mortals worship dragons, they also always hope that a god will appear to subdue them or lock them up, which gives rise to various legends.

The witch said at the end: "I don't know if there is really a mud dragon blocking us, so I came to report this to Lord Yunzhong."

Yun Zhongjun, who was overlapping with the statue, indeed already knew why the witch came, and immediately taught her another spell on the spot.

Yun Zhongjun: "This spell is called the Dragon Summoning Spell."

Divine wizard: "Dragon summoning spell?"

The spell set by Wangshu is more like an application form sent to the system to activate various facilities, but of course the prerequisite is that you have the corresponding authority.

By reciting this spell through the talisman, you can activate or use a certain facility to achieve your goal.

Lord Yunzhong: "Recite this spell, and you can summon dragons to obey your commands."

"All you can summon now is a dragon in the water, which will ferry you across the river."

"Try to chant this spell at night, and don't let the dragon show up in the daytime."

Although he didn't know why the dragon shouldn't appear in broad daylight, the wizard still nodded.

"I understand."

After Yun Zhongjun finished saying this, the spiritual light on the statue that the witch saw gradually turned into cubes and twisted, as if it was about to dissipate.

At this time, the witch asked, "Lord God, can I travel to the other side of the river with my spirit?"

The shadow of Yun Zhongjun glanced at the witch and understood her thoughts: "Someone is waiting for you on the other side of the river. You don't want to break the appointment and let them look down on you."

The witch said in his heart: "I don't want them to look down on Yun Zhongjun."

But she nodded without explaining.

In the last moment when Yun Zhongjun's shadow and spiritual light disappeared, the witch looked up at the other party and nodded, agreeing to her request.

"Go, go and come back quickly."

Then, Yun Zhongjun disappeared in an instant.

He even raised his hand and pointed a finger towards the other side of the river.

In the eyes of the wizard, the spiritual light faded and everything returned to darkness, leaving only a stone statue standing alone in front of him.

Before the wizard could react, a sudden mutation occurred.

"Den!"

Following Yun Zhongjun's finger.

A strong light emanated from the top of the high cliff.

It penetrated the river, penetrated the rain and the gloomy and dark sky, and pressed towards the other end of the river.

It was as if it was pointing the way forward for the witch in the midst of the storm, tearing apart the overwhelming rain curtain so that her soul could reach the other side.

Below the rock face, the kneeling worshippers noticed the changes from the corner of their eyes and straightened up.

They looked up at the sky.

The remaining raindrops fell on their faces, but could not block their view of the sky.

"what?"

"This is the divine light. I have seen it before. This divine light has also appeared on the Divine Peak."

"Why does this divine light appear here?"

"What does this mean?"

They were still kneeling, but their feet began to move.
Turn your body from facing the rock wall to facing the Yangtze River.

It's just that no one noticed.

Under the wizard's mask, his eyes were focused, but he seemed to have been separated from his body.

The scenes in front of her eyes were filled with streams of light, and following the light, one picture after another passed before her eyes.

Her consciousness was no longer in the original place. She followed the picture across the seemingly uncrossable river, flying over the overwhelming rain and howling wind.

Arrived at the other end.

in her eyes.

She was riding the wind and walking across the surging river.

The wind and rain brushed against the corners of my clothes, and thunder flashed overhead.

As the distance got closer, she could already see the crowd on the riverside.

Just like the people of Xihe County on the other side of the river looked at the other side of the river, they were also looking at the other side of the river that belonged to them in great shock.
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"It looks like we can't come in such heavy rain."

"Going back, going back."

"A few days ago, I heard people coming back from the other side of the river say that a real god appeared on the other side of the river. He said he knew everything about the world and could call the wind and rain. But when he went out, he was stopped by the rain."

"It seems that it is still..."

Everyone came here with great enthusiasm, but now they were drenched by the heavy rain. They felt a little resentful and were not very polite when they spoke.

There was only one thatched hut by the river, and there was not even enough space to hide from the rain. They couldn't just stand there in the rain, so the people waiting shook their heads and dispersed, preparing to find another place to hide from the rain.

In the thatched hut beside the ferry.

The attendant behind him asked Wen Shenyou: "Sima Wen, what should we do?"

Wen Shenyou was also a little hesitant: "This..."

Taoist Jin Ao: "Sima, look quickly."

The Taoist's voice was exceptionally loud, and filled with strong emotion, as if he was roaring.

Wen Shenyou turned his head and just happened to see the beam of light coming across the river and shining on the ferry.

It also fell on him.

In an instant, Wen Shenyou also shouted out.

"A deity descended to the mortal world?"

The light tore through the dark clouds and came across the world. Unless it was a god from the mortal world, it was difficult for him to do anything.

Wen Shenyou has seen the cloud wall, seen the shaman open the Yin and Yang Gate, and encountered ghosts and gods traveling at night.

But at the moment.

My body suddenly became hot, and the wind and rain could not stop the boiling blood in my body.

perhaps.

It is because of the backdrop of wind, rain, thunder and lightning that this simple beam of light seems to be so illuminating at this moment.

Although simple, it is extremely magnificent.

And immediately after.

Wen Shenyou searched the river with his eyes and actually saw something.

In the darkness, a black bird flew over regardless of the wind and rain. Above the river, a figure walked across the river, following the path of the light.

But the shadow was intermittent, as if penetrating the worlds of yin and yang, sometimes appearing in the human world and sometimes disappearing.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and waves crashed against the shore.

The black bird landed on the straw hut, and the shadow finally stopped, standing in front of the stone by the river, as if it was stuck to the stone. He looked around, but everyone in the darkness was stunned, no one dared to step forward, or even move.

Finally, Wen Shenyou walked out of the hut alone.

He moved forward step by step in the heavy rain and came to the bluestone standing alone by the river.

Wen Shenyou stared at the shadow blankly, swallowed and said.

"Lord Yunzhong?"

The wind and rain continued to hit his face, but he didn't dare close his eyes. His body trembled slightly as he waited for the response from that "person".

Such a strong wind could not even lift up a corner of that person's clothes.

The overwhelming rain could not wet a single strand of that person's black hair.

In his opinion, it could only be a god.

But the man's figure was blurry and seemed to have no substance.

As Wen Shenyou called out, the illusory and hazy shadow looked at him and called out his name.

"Wen Shenyou."

"it's me."

The Taoist priest behind the crowd heard the voice and immediately regained a little courage and came out.

“It turned out to be a witch!”

The Taoist priest immediately greeted him: "Greetings to the divine witch."

Wen Shenyou was a little at a loss. Last time he mistook Yun Zhongjun for the divine witch, this time he mistook the divine witch for Yun Zhongjun.

At this moment, Wen Shenyou found it increasingly difficult to tell the difference between the two.

Which one is the human?
Which one is the god?
But his attitude became more respectful, and the wizard's magical powers seemed to be beyond his imagination.

Being able to walk across the river like this, what’s the difference between him and a god?
The sound was exceptionally loud, and even the strong wind and heavy rain could not block it out.

"The mud dragon is causing trouble and preventing me from crossing the river."

"This storm won't stop any time soon. I will cross the river when it gets dark."

"You don't have to wait for me."

"Disperse!"

Wen Shenyou looked at the other person and said, "What are you doing?"

The other party replied: "I am a mortal, and for now I can only speak to you in spirit."

After saying this, the shadow disappeared, along with the divine light flowing from the other side of the river.

But the impact has only just begun.

Wen Shenyou seemed to be traveling with him in spirit: "The spirit traveled across the river."

The Taoist priest followed beside him and chanted, "The Taoist master said that in ancient times, immortals could travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening. This is the way for the soul to travel. In one day, one can travel to all the mountains and lakes and seas."

The followers behind Wen Shenyou stepped forward to shield him from the wind and rain, and asked cautiously.

"We, should we disperse or..."

Wen Shenyou suddenly turned around and glared at his follower: "Don't you have a brain?"

If the wizard tells you to disperse, will you disperse?
"Wait."

"Wait until it gets dark."

Wen Shenyou wiped the rain off his face and returned to the hut. His body felt a little cold as the rain took away the temperature, but his heart became hotter.

The wizard had not arrived yet, but the scene that had just happened had caused a sensation in the entire ferry.

Although when the light shone from the other side of the river, there was complete silence when the gods and spirits of the witches walked over the river.

But at this moment this cry.

However, even the heavy rain could not cover it.

Everyone came up, looking at the bluestone by the river and the dark waves on the river.

Even those who had walked far away before turned back.

"Did you all see it?" someone asked, wondering if he was the only one who saw it.

"We've seen it! It's a god, it's really a god!" Everyone saw it, so it was not wrong. Although they heard the wizard say that he was not Yun Zhongjun, in their eyes, this was the god.

"Now that you think about it, the rain is too heavy. There must be something fishy going on." Grain Rain is a rainy season. If you don't think about it, it's just an ordinary heavy rain. But if you think about it, this rain and wind contain some kind of mysterious power.

Just like this world, if you don’t think about it, it seems like nothing. It has long been integrated into the fireworks of life and has become ordinary.

But as long as you look up and think about it, the world becomes infinite and boundless.

"Didn't you just say..." One person pointed at the person next to him who had just said something discouraging.

"I didn't say anything." But the man was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"It's the mud dragon's fault. No wonder. I was wondering how a god could be stopped by the rain!" Everyone was very excited and started talking about the mud dragon.

"I also heard from people who came back from the other side of the river that the mud dragon escaped and was going to wreak havoc on the world, but was driven into the river by Lord Yunzhong, and now it's back for revenge." Someone spoke with certainty, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"How can we cross the river when it's dark without taming this evil dragon?" Someone looked at the turbulent river surface. The flashing lightning illuminated the darkness. It seemed as if there was really some terrifying thing lingering at the bottom of the river, which made people panic.

"It looks like something unexpected is going to happen?" What was the unexpected event? In everyone's opinion, it was that the sorcerer was going to capture the dragon that was causing trouble.

"Are you going back?" Many nobles from Lucheng came here. They originally wanted to join in the fun with Wen Shenyou, but now it was not just about joining in the fun.

"We're not going back. Go back quickly to call people and bring rain gear and food. I want to wait here with Sima for the wizard to cross the river." Everyone gathered by the river to hide from the rain and refused to leave.

Someone is waiting quietly.

Someone ordered the servants to go back and ask someone to bring rain gear and other things, as they would wait here until dark.

In the heavy rain, several tall and short bamboo hats were clustered together and arranged in a row.

The monks who had been extremely calm at first now seemed helpless and confused in the wind and rain.

The monk, who had traveled across mountains and rivers and had seen a lot of hardships, was seeing such a scene for the first time. He didn't know how to respond, so he just closed his eyes and kept turning the Buddhist beads in his hand.

But even so, I couldn't suppress the fluctuations in my heart.

The disciple at the side couldn't help but said, "How...how...how did they do this?"

Another disciple looked at the flower-picking monk: "Master?"

The monk finally put down his hand and sighed, "Even the master can't see it."

He was eloquent but now he was just dry-mouthed. However, he still didn't understand how a mortal could achieve such a goal.

Can a mortal create such a strong light that can cross the river and tear through the sea of ​​clouds?

How can a mortal walk on a river?

How could I make myself appear on the other side of the river in front of so many people and then have a conversation.

He saw the figure of the wizard clearly and heard what the other party said clearly, but because of this, he had no idea how to refute.

He couldn't force himself to say that it was just a trick.

The disciples asked one after another: "Master, the South is different from our North?"

Some disciples have already believed it: "I heard that this south is the land of ancient Chu, with large rivers everywhere. Since ancient times, witchcraft has been prevalent and there have been supernatural things. It seems to be true."

Although the monk couldn't see it, he still wanted to find out: "If I don't go to hell, who will? Whether it's true or not, we must get to the bottom of it."

Thinking of this, the Monk Picking Flowers was no longer panicked, but instead felt a little expectant.

If it was fake, he would definitely expose the illusion and hypocrisy.

If it is true, he must make it clear.

"Are there really gods in this world?"

"Is there really someone who can call the wind and rain and is immortal?"

He held the Buddhist beads tightly.

"If there is."

“And how did you do that?”

In a trance, he suddenly remembered the concept of reincarnation in the scriptures and the theory of sins and merits.

Originally, he thought that this was just words of advice to people to be good. He had always preached the concepts of reincarnation, cause and effect, and merit to everyone.

But that was just to save others, and I myself never really believed in it.

He believed that as long as everyone believed in reincarnation after death, believed in the cause and effect and the merits and virtues of past lives, the world would not have become the evil place it is today.

But at this moment, he was a little shaken.

If gods really exist, then immortal people also really exist.

"here."

“Is there really reincarnation?”
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And in the woods not far away.

Although the carriage had turned around, Lucheng County Prince Wen Ji had already got off the carriage and was looking quietly into the distance.

Although Wen Ji was far away and could not see clearly what was happening on the riverside, he could only see the light and the vague shadow of people crossing the river.

"The prince."

"That's what I said."

Wen Ji listened to the servants talking about the conversations they had heard from the people on the river bank, and he finally witnessed what his own Dalang had said, the unfathomable power of gods and ghosts, and the auspicious signs of the arrival of immortals and Buddhas.

Servant: "Prince, are you going to tell Dalang that you are here?"

Wen Ji: "No, it's his fate, let him go."

The rain never stopped, it just got heavier and lighter. However, the waves on the river were as rough as ever.

But more people came to the riverside, and the servants who went back to get things could not hold back and told everything that happened by the river in one breath.

Many people came out of the city holding umbrellas or wearing straw raincoats and hats and ran towards the river.

The riverside began to become crowded with people, standing in the rain waiting.

It's not just Jiang's side.

Still on the other side of the river.

(End of this chapter)