Two Buddhist niches, 150,000 pieces of incense.
Immortal Jinting took away one of them and sent the other one to Taihu Lake.
The screen retreated to the left and right, and Jinting Immortal opened the package wrapped in the Buddhist niche. The yellow cloth package itself was also a treasure, which could conceal the breath.
If a mortal person steals it and puts it on his body, he can hide his aura, and he is not afraid of evil ghosts prying at him or spirits looking for his form. But compared to these hundred thousand incense, it is nothing.
Taihu God felt the rich smell of incense in the Buddhist niche and walked forward eagerly. The door of the Buddhist niche was sealed with vermilion lacquer and surrounded by mantras, sealing the incense inside.
The God of Taihu picked up the Buddhist altar, showed a heartfelt smile, and said: "Okay, okay, okay!"
The Taihu God is one of the fourth-grade water gods, and is worshiped every year in heaven and on earth. In addition, the wisdom and energy of the waters of Taihu Lake are at his disposal. As long as they are not misused or destroyed, it will be a gain in the long run.
Even so, in front of hundreds of thousands of people offering incense, Taihu God couldn't help but feel moved.
Although Tianfeng is good, it is never enough. The amount of incense offered to worship the Taihu Water God in the world is even meager.
Taihu's spiritual energy and energy cannot be used arbitrarily, and the yin and yang must be balanced and stabilized.
None of these are as convenient, fast and effective as ownerless incense. There is no such richness as one hundred thousand incense, let alone one hundred thousand incense every year.
One hundred thousand incense means one hundred thousand people, and it must be pious and honest incense. How could there be so many people going to worship the Taihu Water God?
After receiving the incense, Taihu God looked at Immortal Jinting with a much kinder look and said, "Thank you sir for your efforts."
The Great Immortal of Jinting said: "King Tonghui said that tomorrow he will build a shrine outside Gusu City and ask the Taihu God to draw up a god's name."
The God of Taihu twirled his beard and said, "I will consider this matter carefully. After I draw up the name of the god, I will send someone to the Shenjing Palace."
Immortal Jinting nodded and said: "Okay, the palace can be built in a month at most. King Wu will personally worship at that time. At that time, the Dragon Lord still needs to send down the gods to rectify the people's hearts."
Taihu God said: "Thank you, Great Immortal, for reminding me."
The Taihu God's eyes were glued to the Buddhist niche, and his hands were glued to the Buddhist niche, unable to move away. The Great Immortal Jinting laughed and said: "Honored God, now that I am invited by Fangshan Mountain, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape in the future. Due to emotions and reasons, We shouldn’t have too much involvement with Taihu Water Mansion, and Tie Chen and Du Heng don’t need to follow me anymore, just let them practice on their own.”
Taihu God finally pulled out his energy and glanced at Jinting Immortal. He was half grateful and half pretentious, and said: "I'm ashamed. Thanks to the Immortal's teachings, my evil son has now returned to the right path. It's just a matter of going up the mountain... please..." Forgive me, Immortal."
Taihu God is not a fool, or rather he is shrewd enough. Maybe you can’t see the overall situation and trends clearly, but you are smart enough on certain things.
Wutong Shen gave him three conditions, which already made the old dragon see their plan.
The Wutong God and even the righteous God of Gusu are probably already working around King Wu to change the overall situation of the world. It was only through the power of supporting the dragon that he rose to the top, from evil gods and heretics to righteous gods.
Whether this matter is successful or not, Lao Long doesn't dare to get involved. He is the righteous god now. Success or failure has nothing to do with him. If he gets involved, he is afraid of being turned into ashes.
A secret transaction is a secret transaction. This is turning a blind eye. Everyone has his own explanation. There is no written document or even a meeting. Everything is done by the middleman, Jinting Daxian.
As for the shrine outside Gusu City, it was built by the King of Wu. Now the King of Wu has not rebelled. He feels the kindness of the gods. What does the establishment of a temple for him, the water god, have to do with the Wutong God?
He had no control over the plans of the gods entrusted by the dynasty, and they could not affect his lineage of water gods.
Even if the Great Immortal Jin Ting did not speak, Taihu God would not let Tie Chen and Du Heng come into contact with him again. The Taihu God can hide in Fangfang Mountain, but the Jinting Immortal cannot.
However, Immortal Jinting is resigning because he has nothing to teach them anymore.
There is no longer a need for them to collect the essence of thunder. Now that Tianleidan has been refined with the power of Taihu Lake, with the help of their three dragons, even if they bring rain workers, the essence of thunder collected will be a drop in the bucket.
The task of wiping out the evil spirits in the waters cannot be done. Even the water veins of Wujun have to be ceded to King Tonghui, so there is no need to repair the water veins of Wujun.
If Du Heng and Tie Chen are brought back to Shenjing Palace, the Jinting Immortal will have to hand over his true abilities to them.
It’s okay with Tie Chen, after all, he has been giving guidance secretly, so it’s easy to call him master. But Du Heng and the Great Immortal Jin Ting have no intention of actually taking this little guy into their sect.
Returning to Shenjing Palace, the thunder collector rarely had any leisure time, so he sat on a pillar and meditated.
When the supervisor saw that he had nothing to do, he immediately found something for him to do.
"Ouch!" The red dragon circled the doorpost on the other side, sparks rising from his mouth. He was afraid of the black dragon and showed his ferocity as he issued a warning sound.
The black dragon stretched out a claw, hit the red dragon on the head with a snap, knocked him off the pillar, and said viciously to the supervisor: "Chong Jing, why did you bring this beast!"
Chong Jing said: "You promised to teach him. I saw you were busy before and didn't want to burden you, so I didn't bring him here. Now that you are free, you must fulfill your promise."
The black dragon looked at the ignorant red dragon, gritted his teeth and said: "This beast..."
Chong Jing said dissatisfied: "What kind of animal? He is a dragon. He has a name, Fa Nu."
The black dragon spit out a breath of cold air that fell at Chong Jing's feet. Chong Jing quickly jumped away. The cold breath froze the ground.
"What a Fa slave? Let's change his name to Fa Tian."
The black dragon's face became uncertain. He reached out with a paw, grabbed the red dragon who was hiding behind the doorpost, grabbed the neck and pulled it to his eyes, and looked at the red dragon carefully.
The red dragon breathed fire from its mouth. Although there was fear in its eyes, it was still clear. Although it was ignorant, it was full of energy.
"That's all."
The black dragon sighed, pressed the red dragon against the doorpost opposite, and said viciously: "I will show you mercy today and give you a lesson. If you don't study hard and make me angry, I will ask you to try it too." Taste the whip.”
Chong Jing breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Fa...Fa Tian will learn it, so please pay more attention."
The black dragon snorted, exhaled a cold air from his nose, and asked the red dragon, "What should I teach you first? Do you know the dragon language? Do you know the dragon literature?"
The black dragon asked in dragon language. The red dragon seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand.
Black Dragon suddenly became impatient and was about to ask Chong Jing to take him away when Chi Long gave a tentative cry.
Chong Jing didn't understand, but Heilong understood, "No" like babbling.
Dragon is a natural divine creature, and dragon language and dragon literature are born from spirituality.
Changes the day after tomorrow will make it dusty, but it will not be lost. But if there is not even a little bit, then it is almost a stupid thing with a dragon body but no dragon soul.
Black Dragon breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It'll be fine."
If you don't know how to do it, then Master Black Dragon won't be able to teach you.
(End of chapter)
