binnovel Chapter 130 Searching for Jingwei in the East Sea, the River God of Guankou
Chapter 130 Searching for Jingwei in the East Sea, the River God of Guankou
Emperor Yan did not care much about his daughter in his life because of his concern for the human race.
When she was young, the girl wanted to go to the East China Sea to see the sea and pestered him for a long time, but he refused because he was busy with many things to do. Later...
The Witch Clan wanted to flood the human race with the waters of the East Sea, intending to emulate the Demon Clan's method of torturing humans to collect their terrifying resentment and forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. Instead, they did the opposite, using the essence and resentment of the human race to forge the Demon-Slaying Sword. When Nüwa learned of this, she blocked the water with her own body.
He saved the people, but died on the shore of the East China Sea.
Only his primordial spirit transformed into a bird with a white beak and red claws. Although his divine consciousness perished and he forgot everything, he still remembered that humans could drown in the sea. So every day he would carry a twig and throw it into the East Sea.
He felt sorry for the girl, but he was helpless because the human race's fortune was suppressed and he could not leave. He could only watch his daughter come and go in the wind and waves of the East Sea again and again.
Watching Yang Jiao's hurried departure,
Emperor Yan spoke:
"After that red feather is removed, she will be extremely weak and without any protective power. I hope you will treat her well."
Yang Jiao paused in her steps.
The children of Emperor Yan all died for the sake of the human race. The others even lost their souls and could not be reincarnated. Only Nüwa Jingwei was left, a daughter who only had a primordial spirit.
She knew all too well how difficult it was for humanity to carve out a bloody path from this lifeless conflict and reach its current peak in the face of the supernatural and chaotic war between witches and demons.
He immediately swore an oath in his heart:
"I have the ability, and I will definitely create a body for Jingwei!"
Holding the auspicious purple lotus bestowed upon him by Shennong, the Yan Emperor, Yang Jiao went to the East Sea without stopping.
The East China Sea is vast, and she searched for a long time before finally spotting a small figure amidst the wind and waves.
A bird about the size of a palm, with a flowery head, white beak, red claws, and a rather long tail.
The strong winds whipped up the waves, giving Yang Jiao a sense that Jingwei would be swept into the sea at any moment.
He immediately flew over to hug her.
Jingwei, however, was nimble and dodged to the side. Her eyes were not clear, and she glanced at the newcomer with a dazed look.
As if suddenly losing its memory, it stubbornly went up the western mountain to fetch pebbles and throw them in.
Yang Jiao shouted:
“Jingwei, it was your father who sent me to find you.”
Jingwei did not react, and continued to travel from the Western Hills to the Eastern Sea, one journey after another.
Yang Jiao felt heartbroken and followed.
Jingwei carries a dry twig in her hand, and she hugs a big tree.
Jingwei carried a single pebble in her hand, and then she lifted up a huge rock.
After repeating this process of filling the sea several times, Jingwei suddenly took a serious look at Yang Jiao.
It seemed to be thinking about something, but its mind, lacking any sense, couldn't understand it, so it turned around and went to the Western Hills to gather grass.
Yang Jiao was at her wit's end.
Jingwei understands nothing now. At first, she thought that her primordial spirit would at least retain a trace so that she could understand human speech, but now it seems that she has really damaged her primordial spirit to this extent in order to save humanity.
“Jingwei, it was Emperor Yan who sent me to find you.”
"It is Shennong."
Upon hearing those familiar words, the withered branch in Jingwei's mouth fell to the ground before she could even pick it up, but only for a moment. Then, she mechanically picked it up again and flew to the East Sea.
Yang Jiao bowed in the direction of the Fire Cloud Cave:
"Grandpa Yan Emperor, there's no other way, I can only use my magic. I apologize in advance."
After saying this, Yang Jiao, as if having obtained Emperor Yan's consent, immediately used the Eight Trigrams Cloud Light Cloth to capture Jingwei inside.
A cry could be heard over the East China Sea:
"Jingwei!"
Yang Jiao's eyes sparkled. Sure enough, her voice really was 'Jingwei'. What a fitting name!
She reached into her handkerchief and gently held Jingwei in her handkerchief, whispering comforting words:
"It won't hurt you, little girl, I'll just pluck a single hair."
Then, carefully spreading its wings, it found the red feather that Emperor Yan had mentioned and plucked it.
"Jingwei!"
The Jingwei bird cried out again, and Yang Jiao understood what it meant: it was in pain!
Immediately whistle twice at the wings.
A drop of Emperor Yan's blood was hidden in the tube at the end of that red feather. Jingwei became weak instantly after losing this feather, and lay inside with her flowery head drooping.
Yang Jiao did not linger and returned to Guankou with Jingwei in her arms.
Strangely, why did the Black and White Impermanence suddenly disappear?
"Huh? Where did the River God go again?!"
She looked around but couldn't see the river god. Worried about the people, she could only summon the all-seeing and all-hearing beings and give them instructions:
“After I put the antidote at the mouth of the river, you feed the dead people with the river water.”
Those with clairvoyance and clairaudience immediately nodded.
His eyes were fixed on his little aunt squatting by the river.
Yang Jiao gently placed the auspicious purple lotus, which was covered in auspicious light, into the river, and then squeezed out the drop of Emperor Yan's blood from the red feather.
When the two meet, they radiate golden light.
The entire Guankou River basin is crystal clear.
Seeing that it was useful, she almost cried tears of joy, murmuring:
"There's hope! The people are saved!"
The creature with eyes that can see a thousand miles and ears that can hear the wind dips its own branches into the water, causing the water droplets to rush about everywhere.
soon,
Joyful sounds echoed throughout the entire irrigation ditch:
"Father is awake! My father is alive again!"
"My husband! You haven't abandoned Qingniang!"
"My precious pearl has come back to life, it has come back to life, my precious pearl, Mother..."
Yang Jiao felt a surge of emotion, her eyes welled up with tears, and it took her a long time to calm herself down.
Only after everyone was saved did the all-seeing and all-hearing experts return.
Yang Jiao casually asked:
"Where is the River God? Even the Nine-Headed Xiangliu was driven away, and this little coward is still hiding in fear?"
The two brothers, Qianliyan and Shunfeng'er, paled. Apart from a few common people who had witnessed the river god's sacrifice, only they knew that the river god was gone...
Seeing that they didn't answer, Yang Jiao chuckled and said:
"What's wrong? He's always been timid around everyone. Last time when Maitreya and Ksitigarbha came, he didn't say a word."
"This time, even though this Nine-Headed Willow is so fierce, he's actually more timid than the two of you."
Yang Jiao had known the River God for several years since their first encounter in the Huaguo Mountain River. He was arguably her first true friend. She could still recall the image of the River God slowly emerging from the water with a tree branch on his head, and his unique, slow tone of voice.
There was no response. Yang Jiao asked curiously:
"What's wrong? You two look like you're about to cry."
Gradually, Yang Jiao realized something, her face turned pale, her fingers went weak, and she became so agitated that she could barely control her voice, saying in a trembling voice:
Where is the river god?
"Where is the River God? Speak up!"
"He's definitely hiding somewhere, making waves, right?"
Yang Jiao searched everywhere, her legs growing weaker with each step. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around, her eyes red and swollen, and she sobbed:
"Stop hiding from the river god, I see you, this game isn't fun..."
"River God!"
Seeing Yang Jiao suddenly fall on the shore, Shunfeng'er immediately rushed forward to support her, his own voice choked with emotion:
"Young lady, the river god sacrificed himself for the people..."
"The last thing I heard him say was, 'I am willing to sacrifice myself to purify Guankou.'"
Yang Jiao's breathing suddenly stopped, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Oh, the river god, the one who grinned and told me he'd finally been officially appointed, that he'd become the official river god of Guankou, and that he'd accumulate countless merits...
Qianliyan squatted down in front of Yang Jiao, his eyes red and swollen, and began to speak with difficulty:
"The river god transformed into countless starlight, enveloping the treacherous waters and perishing together with them..."
Yang Jiao clenched her fist tightly, gripping the mud and sand on the shore. The pebbles were deeply embedded in her palm, but she felt no pain.
She let out a wail and wept bitterly by the irrigation ditch, utterly helpless:
"River God! Don't die, don't die!"
Her heart felt like it was being pierced by needles, and she slowly crawled towards the riverbank.
He cupped his hands in the river water and buried his face in it.
The river water in my palm rippled slightly, and a voice, mocking yet strained, rang in my ears:
"Young girl, are you holding this Golden River God or this Milky Way God?"
"Oh? You're crying~"
"Was that a golden tear, or a silver tear?"