As time went by, more and more people in the city discovered that the thunder falling from the sky was a life-saving straw, and it specifically avoided living people and only caused great damage to the Yinfeng imp.
The originally lifeless city suddenly became commotion. Countless people got out of the cellar, pushed open the door and took to the street. They clapped their hands in joy when they saw the thunder and lightning around them chasing down the little devils who were jumping to escape.
The panic and despair that had been suppressed for many days completely dissipated once he was rescued.
However, some knowledgeable people began to take the opportunity to gather in one place and work together to protect themselves.
The old man, the chanting boy, the retired monks, and the family members of the Qingxu monks all had more or less money to save their lives, and they were the ones who survived the most.
They also realized that the thunder's arrival was unusual and that reinforcements must have arrived.
"Don't panic, everyone. The two of us are disciples of the lower courtyard of Qingxu Temple. We are in the city and will advance and retreat with you."
The two brothers held the wine jar, and the drum tower had already fallen to the ground. They were drinking while watching the thunder in the sky, and they felt very happy.
"You two, I see this thunderous posture, it seems that it was summoned by Lei Fa. Could it be someone from Yunyang Temple?"
The old man was well-informed and could see the source of the thunder at a glance.
"That's right, with such a majestic momentum, unless it is Ding Peng, the master of the Thunder Fire Palace in Yunyang Temple, no one else in the world can achieve it."
Even those at Qingxu Temple knew that Ding Peng was a general under the temple master. His thunder skills were unparalleled and he was known as the number one person under the Heavenly Master.
"What should I do?"
Some people couldn't help but complain. They were old members of Qingxu Guan and had no contact with Yunyang Guan.
"Everyone, please be patient. Yunyang Temple is not an enemy. At least they help us avoid ghost disasters."
The sectarian view is so deep in people's hearts that it will be impossible to get rid of it for a while.
but….…
"Is there any family scroll of Qingxuguan in the city?"
Several voices crossed the city wall and fell into the city.
"Um?"
Not long after, several Qingxu monks, tired of their travels, met with everyone in the city.
"Meet Senior Brother."
The old man holding a wooden sword was greeted by the visitors. Although he was old and not of high seniority, he had stayed in Qingxu Temple for nearly a hundred years.
Although the few young people who entered the city were all singing songs, they were all junior disciples in front of him.
"No need to be polite, tell me, what is the situation now?
Seeing that the person who came was Brother Qingxu, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was one of their own.
The boy holding the scripture was calm and could see the embarrassment in the expressions of these people.
"Senior brothers, you are back. Are you taking us all away?"
The two senior brothers who got drunk and got into trouble thought they had seen a large army and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.
"To be honest, we are here today to report something."
When they said that Qingxu Guan would not come back and that this land would be taken over by Yunyang Guan from now on, everyone found it difficult to accept it.
"How can it be?"
The old man clenched his wooden sword tightly, his eyes widened, "Are you kidding me?"
The old man has worshiped the Three Pure Ones all his life, and now asking him to convert to the Five Emperors will cost his life, right?
"Senior brother, this matter is not aimed at our Qingxu monks, but at the local people."
Several people also had sarcastic expressions, and they explained, "Uncle Changshi asked the Northwest House of Commons for reinforcements. Is this the condition?"
"Forfeiting power and humiliating the country."
The old man cursed endlessly. If the wooden sword weapon at hand was not precious, he would have cut it off on the spot.
Others are also uneasy. They belong to the remaining power of Qingxu Guan and think more in the face of such heavy news.
Everyone here and their families have become prosperous because of Qingxu Temple. Now that the power of Yunyang Temple has settled in, it is impossible to restore the previous glory.
But it would be impossible to convert from the Three Qing Dynasties to the Five Emperors.
The boy reading the scriptures remained silent, raised his fingers, and caught a wisp of soft feather-like thunder. At first, the feathers were fluttering and did not come into contact with his fingertips, but with the boy's perseverance, he finally made progress.
He stared at Lei Yu intently, his fingertips lightly gliding over it. There seemed to be some attraction between the two, and the feathers were floating back and forth with his fingers.
"Lefa, I want to learn it!"
This idea arises from my heart and is out of control,
He is not a disciple of Qingxu Guan, and he has not yet entered school. The breathing formula taught by his senior brother is not a secret of the sect. He has no mark of Qingxu Guan on his body. The concerns of others are not a problem for him.
"Excuse me, my senior brothers. Is my second brother nearby?"
The boy introduced himself to his family and gave his brother's name.
Several young Qingxu monks remembered after hearing this, "It turns out to be Senior Brother Lu. He went to Yongcheng to report the news. Soon, you brothers will be reunited."
Only then did everyone realize that the thunder came to the world to save all people, and it was not limited to this city. The surrounding cities, towns and villages, and wherever they encountered evil winds and ghost disasters, there were three thunders from heaven, earth and people waiting for them.
What a powerful act this is?
"I dare to ask, is the person coming to Yunyang Temple really the Master Ding?"
If this is the case, Yunyang Guan can be considered a generous person. Although they are reluctant in their humble hearts, it is a foregone conclusion that most of the people will convert to the Five Emperors.
"It's not Master Ding, but his direct disciple, Young Master Wang Fu, who is also the new Supervisor of the Northwest Lower Court."
What, just a disciple?
Everyone was dumbfounded, and before they knew it, they began to disperse and go home.
The boy smiled and turned around to go home. His parents and seven or eight younger brothers and sisters gathered around him again.
"Sambo, how's it going outside?"
The boy turned around, put away the pen and paper, and quickly drew something, "Go to Carpenter Jiang's house on the street and build this thing."
Dad looked at it a few times and asked, "What is this?"
"This is one of the Five Emperors, the Fire Emperor statue. Even if it costs some money, it must be made in advance."
"But what our family worships is Sanqing, the god card that your brother personally invited from the Taoist temple." Dad questioned.
The boy said calmly, "Be prepared for a rainy day, don't ask any more questions, just go ahead!"
He said meaningfully, "We're ready to make it now, but I'm afraid it's already too late."
At the same time, the old man returned home, cursing angrily. When he returned home, his sons came forward to greet them, but they were pushed back staggeringly by his two arms. They were obviously very angry.
"A bunch of trash."
I don’t know who I’m scolding, but I scolded others, and my sons had no choice but to bow their heads and suffer.
"They all worked very quickly. Once they cleaned the warehouse in the backyard, they cleaned up the oil-sealed statues and took them to various places for worship."
"Except for the main cards of the Three Pure Gods, which are not in my room, the others have been put away and wrapped in oil paper and stored in the warehouse."
The eldest son of the principal was deeply interested in the statue and asked, "Dad, which one is it?"
"Fire Emperor."
Good guy, they have statues of the Five Emperors in their family, and they have been keeping them in the warehouse.
Compared with the boy's family who "embroidered the red flag all night long", the old man was far-sighted and well prepared.
Although these families with related interests were the most resolute just now, when it comes to implementation, they are also the ones who will change the fastest.