Prehistoric: I am the Ten Cold River God, and I am buried in Tang San at the beginning

Chapter 214: Isolation in the wind and rain, Jiejiao’s dilemma?
"Two mages, we passed by here with the original intention of paying a visit to King Zhou of Shang. We hope to discuss with him the sufferings of the people. Please be patient."

"Oh, you can see me if you want? Is it possible for the king to be summoned at will by the monks like you? The city gate is closed today. Leave quickly and don't disturb me here."

The guards' attitude was as rough as driving away wild beasts, pressing on Long Yin and Tang Jingchan step by step.

"Master, the truth is that the people in the world are suffering from floods and demons. We hope that King Zhou of Shang can send reinforcements to relieve the people from hanging upside down."

However, no matter how much they begged, the guards remained indifferent and even became more and more impatient.

"Go, go, go! I have reminded you many times, are you deaf?"

There was obvious annoyance in their voices.

The pressure brought by the heavy rain has brought them to the verge of explosion, and they have lost even a moment of patience.

"Donor, please..." Tang Jingchan tried to continue persuading, but was interrupted.

"Stop talking nonsense! Leave immediately. This is the last warning."

The guard snapped, aiming his bow and arrow at them.

A trace of deepness flashed in Long Yin's eyes. The behavior of this group of people was too barbaric and irrational.

Why can’t the world have more understanding and sympathy? He was confused.

Other people's villages are being devastated by demons and floods, but they are living in a bustling city and enjoying comfort.

Don't they feel a little guilty?
It should be easy for them to just ask for a helping hand.

"Since you are unwilling to lend a helping hand, then we will wait for King Zhou of Shang to respond in person."

Long Yin crossed his arms and faced the defenders on the city wall with a solemn expression.

"Hmph, you are asking for your own death."

Seeing that they had no intention of retreating, the defenders angrily took the bows and arrows from their companions and aimed at the target to issue an ultimatum.

"This is your last chance to leave or accept the consequences."

If their answer is not to their liking, arrows will mercilessly pierce the air, ending the farce.

Long Yin's eyes were firm and fearless, and he said word by word: "The poor monk has made it clear that we will never leave unless King Zhou of Shang comes in person."

The soldier snorted coldly, tightened the trigger, and prepared to carry out his decision.

An arrow as fast as a meteor suddenly pierced the sky and headed straight for Jiang Long and Tang San Zang. Its speed was so fast that it seemed to be able to penetrate any obstacle.

However, Jianglong remained motionless, showing no fear in the face of the swift arrows.

There was a loud bang, and the arrow that was supposed to penetrate his head actually made a snapping sound as if it was hit by a hard rock the moment it touched his forehead!
In full view of everyone, the arrow broke on its own, and the broken fragments scattered on the ground, which was jaw-dropping.

"This...how is this possible?"

The soldier captain's face was full of shock. He stared at Jianglong with wide eyes, and then examined the intact bow and arrow in his hand, full of confusion and doubts in his heart.

How could a normal person withstand such a powerful arrow with just his forehead? And it still broke on its own, which is incredible!
His mind was filled with confusion, and he kept growling: "Damn it, damn it."

He was in a mess inside, but still trying to stay calm on the outside.

Now that the first arrow had been easily resolved, he decided to try again. No matter what, these two troubles would be eliminated today.

"Prepare, release."

He drew the arrow again, aimed at the target, and fired without hesitation!

In the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, since Tongtian returned, he has kept the palace door tightly closed, his face as gloomy as a dark cloud.

His return made Duobao, Jin Ling and others feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Master, what happened to him? He hasn't said a word since he came back. This is not like his character."

Duobao frowned, knowing that Tongtian's character was not so silent. "Maybe it has something to do with the trip to Zixiao Palace."

Jin Ling guessed, "You know, after that storm, it hasn't stopped yet. Does this mean something?"

Although the island is protected from wind and rain, the disasters in the world are heartbreaking.

Not long ago, Duobao received news that a village was swallowed up by floods and hundreds of lives disappeared instantly. This news was like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into her heart.

"Well, speaking of which, Master hasn't told us yet who the saint who fought that day was."

The Sanxiao sisters also joined the discussion. They also noticed something strange and decided to go investigate together.

"Master hasn't been out for a few days, why don't we go in and take a look."

Jin Ling suggested that she would inevitably be a little scared when facing it alone, but with her companions by her side, she had a little more courage.

After everyone deliberated for a moment, they set off on the road to Biyou Palace together, preparing to reveal the secret behind the silence.

In the majestic palace, the eyes of the sky are deep, and it seems that he has never really relaxed since his return.

Sigh...he groaned in his heart.

How to be good?

This list of gods...

Why does such a problem suddenly arise? Do you want me to handpick my disciples to take part in the disaster? Isn't this tantamount to killing their future with your own hands!
No matter they are my most beloved disciples, I can hardly let go of any one of them. How can I let them be ranked among the Immortal Class! What’s the benefit of becoming an immortal? How can you be willing to be bound by your freedom and subject to the jurisdiction of Haotian? From now on, you will no longer be a member of the Jie Sect and your cultivation will be stagnant! None of these are of any use!
Facing the figures in front of him, Tongtian said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

He obviously wanted to ask quietly, but was easily noticed. The disciples smiled playfully. Among them, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit chuckled and said: "I saw that Master was in a bad mood, so I came here to ask if he was troubled."

Duobao got straight to the point: "Master, if Taoist ancestors have any words, if there are any difficulties, you might as well let us share the burden."

His loyalty is like a rock and he will stand by Tongtian at any time. Now the situation is obviously tense. As a disciple, how can he sit idly by and ignore it?

Tongtian sighed and glanced at the disciples, full of apologies.

"This...how should I say this? You are all my cherished disciples, and your care is like a bright star, which is rare to see."

Although there are only 365 righteous gods in the list of gods, who knows whether they will be chosen among them? Jiejiao and Chanjiao are entangled in their grudges. People who teach Jiejiao are often belittled and regarded as aliens.

Chanjiao thinks very highly of himself and sees himself as the chosen one, while Jiejiao... is the Yehu Zen in their eyes.

When it comes to conferring gods, no matter how stupid you are, Tongtian can still see the conspiracy behind it.

Among the three religions, Jiejiao has the most disciples, while Senior Brother Laozi of Renjiao is indifferent to fame and wealth and has very few disciples.

Only Xuandu, Lao Tzu's direct disciple, may become the focus of competition.

Yuanshi will do his best to ensure that Chanjiao will not suffer from the list of gods... In this way, the decisive battle will begin between Jiejiao and Chanjiao.

Therefore, this spearhead was like an invisible lightning, pointing directly at the hidden world of Jiejiao.
Endless worries and doubts welled up deep in Tongtian's heart.

Is there really no other way?

Looking at these innocent disciples in front of him, Tongtian found it difficult to tell the cruel truth.

He was worried that once he said it, the master's majesty would collapse at this moment.

"Children, if I tell you something, you must understand and keep it a secret."

There was a hint of heaviness in his words.

Sister Sanxiao responded firmly: "Master, please rest assured, as long as you trust us, we are willing to listen and take responsibility no matter what."

Their clear eyes sparkled with expectation and promise.

"Once this matter is revealed, you may be a little unbelievable," Tongtian said slowly, with deep worry in his words.

(End of this chapter)