Demon King's Repayment - chapter 297

On the other side of the city, the temple of Sangjun was full of fireworks, and countless believers entered and left there, praying for a smooth weather and a safe and peaceful year.

“A hundred years ago, I also felt that I could save the people of the world with my own power.” Qingyuan touched his chin, “Later, I realized that personal power is extremely limited. When we see the hungry people on the roadside, we could give them some money; see the people who are suffering from illness, we could give them a talisman; we could recite the rebirth mantra when we meet the dead souls. But that was all that could be done. In the face of catastrophe, this trip is trivial, only making us ashamed.”

Standing on the side, Dushuo spoke, “Ah Xiang, don’t worry too much. Although individual humans are very fragile, they are a very tough race. I have lived for thousands of years and have seen countless severe natural disasters. There are countless powerful races that perished in the world, but only humans survived with unimaginable cohesion and tenacity, and eventually became the masters of this world.”

The rain was like weaving, but it had never drenched his long hair and robe. In the mist, one could see the faint fluctuations of Qi under his feet.

On the embankment in the distance, the old river worker carrying sandbags in the rain suddenly stopped and said to a partner carrying materials behind him, “Leizi, is there something wrong?”

“What?”

“This slope foot seems to be different. Instead of loosening, I saw that it was compacted again. The thickness is not right. It is much thicker than in the morning.”

“Haha, I think you are dazzled. The river embankment has been washed by heavy rain for a long time. It is not bad if it did not collapse. How could it be thickened? Everyone should step up to block the holes and go down to the dam to rest.” 

Dushuo’s natural ability was the power of space. Whenever he stopped on the road, he would silently use his Qi to strengthen the river banks that were precariously washed by the rain. The same was true at the moment.

The crane tribe had always been regarded as auspicious by the cultivation sect.

Such a demon, who cultivated for thousands of years, was noble and elegant, and could actively help mankind, making Qingyuan feel envious.

He approached Dushuo cautiously, “Thank you for your help, you… seem to know humans well. You shouldn’t hate humans, right?”

Yuan Xiang’s apostle didn’t need to be yelled at, and she didn’t even need to give orders, but they would not attack humans, and even were willing to actively help humans.

Qingyuan couldn’t figure it out, so he could only try his best to figure out how Yuan Xiang and the apostles got along.

Dushuo glanced at him, exerted his strength with his feet, and flew up to another roof ridge, avoiding him.

The Taoist of any sect were not among his favorites.

‘Why is he so indifferent to me?’ Qingyuan thought, ‘Is it really because I am too old?’

Nan He came back from a distance and fell to Yuan Xiang’s side. He went to town to buy food.

“Did you get dry food?” Yuan Xiang asked.

Nan He nodded and opened a bag of dry food that everyone ate on the road to Yuan Xiang to see, “Someone deliberately hoarded food, and is selling twenty times more expensive than usual.”

After living in the world for more than a year, he had a better understanding of market prices than Yuan Xiang.

“Why did you buy something that made you all dirty? Did you fight with others?” Yuan Xiang bent over and patted his clothes in confusion.

There was a noise in the street below, and the crowd hurriedly ran in one direction.

“Li Fugui’s granary was smashed by meteorite iron from the sky, and the rice leaked out. It was washed everywhere by heavy rain.”

“That man suffered a thousand knives, took advantage of the water disaster to hoard and raised the price of rice so much. Oh, God must have punished him!”

“Let’s go! We could get a little bit for dinner.”

Yuan Xiang looked at Nan He in surprise, “You did it?”

Nan He coughed, avoided her eyes, and handed a separate bag of charcoal-roasted dried shrimps to Wuyuan, “Here you are, I only found this.”

“Ah, such big dried shrimps are fresh and sweet, chewy and delicious.” Wuyuan was finally happy to get snacks again, “Thank you Nan. My Nan is the best. You should smash the unscrupulous merchant and give me… Uh no, for the welfare of the poor people.”

Wuyuan shared the shrimps with everyone, even Cheng Huang had one, but Qingyuan didn’t.

Seeing that his apostle was chewing dried shrimp, Qingyuan was so sour and almost obsessed.

He really didn’t know how he was wrong. So why couldn’t he get close to these demons? He considered himself handsome and powerful. He also spent a lot of money to refine the Zhanyan Pill in order to maintain his youth and beauty. The apostles who treated Yuan Xiang along the way were also extremely gentle, but no demon had been close to him.

Everyone left that temporary stop and continued to move forward. Along the way, but when there was a break, everyone tried their best to help the local victims. Nan He’s power of the stars, Dushuo’s power of space, and Yuan Xiang’s various healing spells had never been stingy.

The more the year of the catastrophe, the greater human beings prayed to Gods, the large and small temples that we saw along the way were suddenly crowded and incense continued.

Kunlun Mountain was the cultivating site before the ascension of Sangjun. The closer to Kunlun, the more temples dedicated to Sangjun.

They just saw a temple there of Sanjun standing on the island of the lake.

Amidst the swaths of water, the flying eaves were nestled against the green ridges, and the palace was surrounded by blue streams. The palace was graceful and magnificent.

“What exactly did this God do that he is worshiped by so many people?” Wuyuan asked.

“I heard that this ancestor traveled through the world before ascending. He felt compassion for the mixture of humans and demons, and the endless sufferings of human beings. Therefore, he displayed great powers to separate the two realms of the world and expel demons. With his own power, he created a comfortable place for mankind,” Hu Qing had lived in the world for a long time, and he knew the legends of the city well, so he explained it to Wuyuan.

“Ah, did he separate the two realms?” Even Yuan Xiang listened.

“It’s just a legend. In fact, no one knows how the two realms were separated. It’s just that this God has done many miracles in the world. According to the legend, he had great wisdom and omnipotence, so everyone inferred that he did it. It’s just that after so many years, the number of demons in the world has greatly reduced, and the people nowadays have forgotten the world that coexisted with demons. Worshiping the Sanjun Temple is mostly to pray for prosperity, peace, and marriage.”