Chapter 204 203. Senior Brother Yinshan (Please subscribe!)
"That old dragon has already fled across the river. It cannot be stopped. I will have the disciples in the temple return as soon as possible. You too..."

When he said this, Elder Qingzheng's expression suddenly changed and his figure disappeared.

Xu Qing and the others all looked puzzled.

"Master, what happened?" Ning Fang looked confused. "It seems like something big happened."

"But the old dragon has already retreated, what's the big deal?"

Xu Qing was also surprised that Elder Qingzheng suddenly changed his attitude and left.

After all, it must be a very serious matter for Elder Qingzheng, who is in charge of the Discipline Hall of the temple and is always serious and stern, to show such an expression.

"Master Uncle's affairs are not something we can investigate." Xu Qingyuan looked out at Hong Tao outside the city, "Besides, we haven't finished our work yet."

"Although the floodwaters of Hongze Lake have receded, they are still there and must be diverted back to the Huai River."

"There are still a large number of people in the city who need our help, and we haven't killed the water monsters that sneaked into the city."

"Little Master Uncle is right." Senior Brother Yinshan agreed and said, "We still have a lot to do."

"Brother Yinshan!" Xu Qing frowned slightly, "You have consumed too much energy, don't push yourself!"

"That's right." Ning Fang and the other two quickly chimed in, "Brother, you need to rest for a while."

Captain Jiang also said hurriedly: "Master An Yuan, you have done enough, just leave the rest to us."

Senior Brother Yinshan smiled and shook his head: "I'm fine."

"This flood was caused by the Lord of Hongze Lake. It cannot be controlled by anyone other than someone who is proficient in water magic."

"Except for me, no one in the entire Huai'an City can draw this water back to the Huai River."

Say it.

Senior Brother Yinshan urged the little bit of Yuan Qi that had been restored in his body to work, while reciting the "Dragon King's Precious Edict" at the same time.

The "Taishang Zhengyi Mengwei Hetu Life-saving Scroll" in his body shone with brilliance, and his body changed again into a dragon and fell into the flood.

Rumble.
The water began to flow back toward the Huaihe River.

It was completely different from the feeling of pulling the broken dike flood into the Huai River in Fengyang Prefecture.

At this time, Senior Brother Yinshan could clearly feel that the water around him was exuding a cold and sticky feeling.

It was like countless snakes with their tongues spitting out were crawling along his body.

"A dragon walks on the river."

Senior Brother Yinshan's eyes were deep and his expression was extremely solemn. His gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers and saw the tragic situations in the places that Hongze Lake Lord passed along the way.

The river water flooded the farmland, houses were collapsed by the turbulent water, and people who had no time to escape were swept away by the dirty and muddy water before they could even utter a scream.

Even if you escaped by luck.

Not swept away by the flood on the spot.

There are still many difficulties waiting for them, such as hunger, plague, fatigue, being driven away and hated.
"People eat each other and sell each other as slaves."

It is just a brief mention in history books, but how can a single sentence express the sorrow, suffering and pain of the refugees affected by the flood?
The memories of childhood became clearer and clearer as his cultivation level continued to improve, so clear that Brother Yinshan could see the despair frozen on his face the moment his sister and brother were washed away by the flood.

He still remembers,
His parents took him and his sister, who had luckily survived, and rushed to another city, enduring hunger and eating dirt and tree bark.

But halfway through the journey, there was nothing to eat.

Countless hungry people swept up all edible things like locusts.

Finally, the family was so hungry that they could not move anymore.

My father chose to sell my sister to a wealthy family as a slave. She worked like a slave all her life, only to receive a mere three liters of brown rice in return.

Three liters of brown rice, even if eaten sparingly, is barely enough for three people to eat for a few days.

In the last two days, Mom didn't eat a single bite and gave it all to him and Dad.

People need grains every day to live.

My mother hadn't eaten a grain of rice for two days. She was at her limit. Her body was as light as a piece of firewood and she fell limply on the road.

He kept murmuring the names of his children unconsciously. He looked at his mother's body and wanted to cry, but he no longer had the strength to do so.

Dad dragged him away with red eyes, leaving Mom's body lying on the road, perhaps eaten by passing wild beasts or by starving people.

Not long after my mother passed away, my father also fell ill.

He fell into the hands of a group of hungry people who regarded him as food.

Dad tried his best to protect him and drove away the hungry people, but he was also stabbed several times.

Before he died, his father tore off the flesh that was cut by the knife and put it in his palm, telling him to live well and remember to redeem his sister.

They both need to be well and live well.

Later, he was fortunately met by Elder Jingyi who had gone down the mountain to eliminate demons. He was brought back to the Taoist temple and from then on he embarked on the path of spiritual practice and became a cultivator.

On the day when he officially became a disciple, he did not ask the master to give him anything, but only asked the master to help him redeem his sister.

But when he went back to the wealthy family that had bought his sister, all he saw was a decayed corpse.

Just because the maid overslept one day and failed to wake up the master on time, she was whipped to death.

Human life is cheaper than grass!

If there hadn't been that flood.

He may not become a cultivator, but his parents, brothers, sisters and younger sisters will definitely have their own lives.

The elder brother will marry a wife and have several big fat boys. The elder sisters will get married and occasionally come back to reminisce about the past.

Parents can enjoy the happiness of family by playing with their grandchildren.

“It shouldn’t be like this”

“It shouldn’t be like this”

This situation and this scene are exactly like that situation and that scene.

It was the dragon that crossed the river that caused the flood and the water monsters to wreak havoc, causing their family to suffer so much.

He has been practicing until now, not for immortality, but only so that the people of the world will no longer be affected by floods and disasters.

But today, countless people and countless children are experiencing the pain and despair he felt at that time again!
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

This is Elder Qingzheng.

In a flash, he had returned to Yuanfu Temple.

As soon as he returned to the temple, he found something wrong.

When he went to fight against the Lord of Hongze Lake, the sect altar and the mountain protection formation had already been opened in the temple, and no one was allowed to leave the mountain.

But where are the traces of the mountain protection formation now? !
The center of Elder Qingzheng's eyebrows twitched, and his spiritual consciousness flowed out from the Niwan Palace, covering the entire mountain in an instant.

He captured the figures of Qingning and Jingyan.

His body swayed, and he appeared next to two figures covered in blood.

"Qingning, Jingyan, what's wrong with you two? What happened?" Elder Qingzheng asked anxiously.

"Zongtan!" Elder Jingyan struggled when he heard the voice.

Elder Qingzheng was shocked.

The ancestral altar is the foundation of Yuanfu Temple and cannot be easily lost.

"Go!"

Elder Qingzheng took out two talismans and stuck them on Qingning and Jingyan. Then he flashed and appeared in the hall where the sect altar was located.

At this moment, the altar was suppressed by a brilliant force, and a yellow silk scroll was quietly floating above the altar.

When the usually steady and prudent Elder Qingzheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "The imperial edict of Grand Ancestor Taisheng?!"

(End of this chapter)