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  Just as Chen Jing was sitting in front of the River God Temple answering the questions of the river spirit below him, although the sky and earth seemed calm, there was a feeling of surging undercurrents. The Cui Ping Mountain was always quiet and serene. The Cui Ping Mountain goddess almost never left the Cui Ping Mountain, Chen Jing felt that she was very powerful, at least more powerful than himself, in his opinion, almost rivaling the Dragon King who soared into the sky to the ninth heaven. At this time, the Cui Ping Niang Niang was standing in front of the Cui Ping Cave Heaven overlooking the starry sky, with a lazy aura still on her body, but much weaker, looking up at the starry sky with an absolutely beautiful face that had lost some of its lightheartedness and gained more seriousness and solemnity.

  Next to her was the woman with a green leaf skirt and a red flower on her head. The red flower, which would have looked rustic on anyone else, added a touch of elegance to her ethereal beauty. If Cui Ping Niangniang was like a queen in human world, lazy and noble, then the woman next to her was like an elf in the mountains.

  "It seems that this sky is really going to change, perhaps it shouldn't be said to change, but rather to recover," said Cui Ping Niang.

  "It's changed, isn't it? Now the world is like a prison. No matter how exceptional one's talent may be, in the end, they will all turn to dust within this world. Even among humans, there's a saying that 'heaven's will cannot be defied'."

  "For over a thousand years, our demon clan has only succeeded in transforming the turtle in the Jin River last year. Recently, the Jiaolong Wang of the Jin River almost transformed into a dragon, it seems that the constraints of heaven and earth are weakening."

  "That Kame House should be from the sea."

  "I don't know, I had never heard of his name before, but judging from his methods, he is absolutely not an ordinary demon who has opened his spiritual aperture, and should be someone with a heritage like mine." Cui Ping Niang said thoughtfully, and again recalled the scene where Guishen transformed in Evil Dragon Gorge that year. She continued to say: "That little girl who recited 'Tian Yao Huaxing Pian' all night at the River God Temple back then is also unknown what her origin was."

  The woman beside her, like a fairy in the mountains, did not respond. She naturally didn't know the origin of that little white dragon either. In their eyes, that little white dragon was just an ordinary mortal, but his words and actions all hinted at his extraordinariness. Yet, no matter how hard they tried with their secret methods, they couldn't see through the little white dragon's origins.

  "The sky is changing, we've caught up with a magnificent era, if we can survive, thousands of years later, it will become a legend... It's time to transform, my enemies seem to be none on the surface, but on the day of transformation, there will definitely be many people who want to completely erase my clan from this world." Cui Ping Niang said slowly, gazing into the distance.

  "Can I hold on?" asked the woman beside him.

  Cui Ping Niang didn't answer directly, but instead said: "Embroidered Spring Bend River God owes me two promises, the day I transform, I'll invite him to be my guardian."

  "Will he come?" asked the strange and ethereal woman, for whom the guardian was extremely important. The life of the Green Screen Goddess had been transformed to cross the tribulation, and now her life was in someone else's hands.

  "He will come, he will definitely come." Cui Ping Niang said with certainty.

  "Then, was he useful?"

  Cui Ping suddenly smiled and said, "He's actually very formidable, more so than you imagined. All these years, he was just covered up by Ye Qingxue."

  Chen Jing was still answering the questions of the big red shrimp, unaware that someone was discussing him. Before he knew it, another night had passed, and this day Chen Jing thought would be spent as usual, but in the afternoon, a woman came to the front of the River God Temple, riding a white crane.

  She descended from the white crane, and the white crane transformed into a paper crane was also taken back into her arms. She stood in front of the River God Temple for a while, then stepped inside, came to the front of the temple, raised her head and looked again, suddenly without warning picked up the incense burner on the offering table and smashed it heavily onto the ground.

  As a loud crashing sound rang out, a cloud of ash also dispersed in the empty space. She seemed to not care that she was being buried under the ashes, and immediately pushed over the offering table. The action was extremely rough, as if there was a fierce anger burning inside her that had nowhere to vent. After pushing over the offering table, she still didn't feel relieved, looked around, and found nothing else to push or smash. Then she stared at the statue, in the River God Temple where the swirling incense ash made it impossible to see her eyes clearly. From outside the temple, all that could be seen was her tight-fitting attire, wrapping her body tightly, with her black hair tied up tightly by a white silk ribbon.

  She pulled out a small wooden mallet from her bosom, like a child's toy. But as soon as she blew a mouthful of air, the small mallet transformed into a giant mallet in a burst of clear light, its ancient and heavy appearance resembling a massive sledgehammer used to open mountains, its height reaching up to the woman's chest.

  She only saw her raise the big hammer and smash it towards the statue, a dull sound rang out, the big hammer smashed onto the statue was bounced back by the force. There was no sign of damage on the statue at all. She didn't stop at all, but raised the big hammer in her hand again, heavily smashing it towards the right leg of the statue.

  One after another, as if with deep hatred and great resentment.

  In the embroidered spring river, the big red shrimp kept turning back and forth in front of the shell, saying non-stop: "Too arrogant, too arrogant, not even a greeting before wanting to smash the River God. Too arrogant, how can this be, Shell sister quickly go eat her."

  The shell didn't even notice the big red shrimp, it was just quietly floating in the water, and every now and then, a bubble would emerge from inside the shell.

  "This woman is obviously a cultivator, and she has entered the temple to destroy the statue of the god. We can take action to kill her, so why does the River God still want to stop us?" Da Hong Xia said incessantly.

  "The River God wouldn't let us appear for no reason. Besides, since she used magic, she can't harm the River God unless her magical powers are stronger than his." Bells said this as a string of bubbles emerged from within him.

  The big red shrimp quickly said: "How is this possible, her little magic power, I can pinch her into two segments with one clip." When he said this, those bulging big eyes turned around and then lowered his voice to say: "Baike sister, do you think it's the river god who thinks that little girl is beautiful..."

  "The River God can detect the entire river domain in an instant, and no matter how softly you speak, the River God can still hear it." The shell said casually, scaring the big red shrimp to shut up immediately.

  The girl in the temple of the river god was no longer smashing, but instead propped up a large hammer with her hand and looked up at the statue, panting heavily. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and the black hair on her forehead and temples was stuck to her pale red neck by sweat.

  She stared tightly at the river god statue, but her eyes were filled with hatred. After a while, she swung the big hammer that was thicker than her waist again at the statue. One hammer after another, the sound was dull and muffled, as if it was hitting someone's heart.

  She smashed for a long time, without stopping for a moment. However, no matter how hard she smashed, there was not a single crack on the statue.

  The river breeze outside the temple blew into the temple, with a string of light and cheerful singing voices in the wind.

  "Ding ding da, ding ding da, I'm a free little white dragon, not soaring through the clouds nor riding the mist. La la la, I'm a free little white dragon, not fasting nor reciting Buddha's name. Ola di la, I'm a free little white dragon...... Oh, someone is smashing the idol! A female bandit is smashing the idol!"

  The woman inside seemed to have not heard the shouting outside at all, and continued to raise it high and strike down heavily.

  The little white dragon stood in front of the temple, turned around, and faced the direction of Heqian Village, cupping his hands to shout loudly.

  In the river, a big red shrimp happily said: "This little girl must have used all her farting energy, haha."

  Although he is in the river domain, everything on the riverbank is clear at a glance.

  "...The female bandit is wielding a huge hammer and smashing the River God..."

  As soon as the little white dragon's shout sounded, a large number of people rushed out from the village in front of the river. From far away, a young man was seen holding a stick and running towards the River God Temple. Closely following him were groups of men, women, old and young, who had been particularly vigilant about such things since they caught two mountain bandits that year.

  Before long, the front of the River God Temple was packed with people. The young man who had run ahead just stood in front of the temple and didn't do anything. The people around him didn't go in either, they just stared at it in shock. At this time, the village elder with a white beard came over. He took one look at the situation inside the River God Temple and immediately said: "Lianhua, Xiaozhen, you two go up and pull that girl down, don't let her profane the gods anymore."

  At that moment, three women squeezed in and went forward to pull the woman who smashed the river god statue. They thought that this woman holding such a big hammer must be incredibly strong, but unexpectedly, she was pulled open with just one pull. The woman's two arms were held back, still struggling hard, wanting to smash the river god statue.

  They only then discovered that the woman's sweat had already soaked through her clothes, her hair was dripping wet, and her mouth was tightly pursed. As the three middle-aged women pulled her away and hugged her tightly, she looked at the statue getting farther and farther away from her, and suddenly tears flowed out of her eyes, but her mouth remained tightly pursed, not allowing herself to make a sound, her face already bright red from exertion. The middle-aged woman saw this young and beautiful woman silently crying, and unconsciously loosened her grip. The woman broke free, pulled out the arm that was being held, and once again raised the large hammer and charged towards the statue, as if gone mad.

  A dull thud... The statue remained intact, as if mocking her pale and powerless attempt.

  "What are you doing? Don't pull her away!" The tribal elder in front of the temple was frightened by that solid punch and hurriedly shouted loudly.

  Three middle-aged women lifted her up again, holding the woman and pulling her out. However, she suddenly burst into tears, hooking her feet on the threshold of the temple by the river.

  "Drag him out." The tribal leader said loudly.

  The people surrounding the gate immediately retreated, and the woman was dragged out, still desperately struggling to rush into the River God Temple. How could they let go, one by one pulling her with force. She struggled desperately, crying loudly: "Devil, devil..."

  "Take it back to the village." The chief said loudly. At the same time, he also had someone clean up the River God Temple and had a few young men carry away that big hammer.

  The woman didn't say a word, just looked on and wept loudly, as if the tears she had been holding back for so long were finally going to burst out. But no matter how hard she struggled, she was still taken away. The clan leader, after tidying up the offerings table in the River God Temple, placed new incense burners on it and lit three sticks of incense before leaving as well. The boisterous River God Temple returned to its usual tranquility once again, with the sun casting a reddish glow over the river surface, making it look like a blood-red river was surging forward.

  The little white dragon watched quietly from the side after the villagers arrived, its shiny black eyes darting back and forth with curiosity. Finally, it glanced at the river god statue and then chased after the villagers' backsides into the village.

  The sky darkened and the stars accompanied the moon without leaving or abandoning it.