"Tianpin is very powerful." Bai Jun nodded and said: "Strong practitioners can determine the rise and fall of a force, but they may not guarantee its longevity.
The Seven Gu Sect has been causing trouble in the world for more than four hundred years and has devastated all living beings. It is time to end. Look, in the direction of the Seven Gu Sect, the tribulation energy is like a tide and the death energy is entangled. Can it last long? "
Li Tianren looked northwest and wondered, "Why can't I see it?"
Bai Jun smiled and said, "That's because your cultivation level is not good enough."
He could see it because the white silk girdle given by Liu Tianshuang eliminated the void appearance and allowed him to see the essence of Qi.
…
Dajin, starting from Jinjing, a team of hundreds of people walked for two months before arriving at the border, Qinan Prefecture.
At the foot of Qinanzhou Mountain, a magnificent and tall temple has been built, but the temple plaque is still wrapped with red brocade cloth and the writing cannot be read.
The various main halls, temples, incense rooms and temple disciples in the temple are all ready. Many officials such as the magistrate and general magistrate of Qinan Prefecture have stayed in Laozhuang Town at the foot of the mountain.
Laozhuang Town has been called Zhuangjia Village for decades. It has been called Zhuangjia Village for hundreds of years. There are many ancestral houses of officials’ relatives in the village. The accumulated houses built over time have long been comparable to a county town. There are many shortcomings. Trade unions gather here to wait for officials and their families to recruit employees, and various vendors set up stalls. People come and go, making it very lively.
The only difference between this place and the county seat is a wall and a moat.
Xu Daoyang, the magistrate of Qinan Prefecture, was followed by a group of officials and local officials. He smiled and pointed out the prosperity of Laozhuang Town, with its wide, neat and clean roads, the magnificent houses and courtyards, and the private schools and schools with loud reading voices. Various venues in the school.
He praised: "This Laozhuang Town is really prosperous, much better than several nearby counties. Mayor, you have worked hard."
The mayor of Laozhuang Town smiled hurriedly and said: "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Zhizhou. This is also because you have managed the Qinan Prefecture in an orderly manner, so that our subordinates can follow the example and achieve peace and prosperity for the country and the people!"
Xu Daoyang couldn't help but have a smile on his face, "Mayor Zhang is being too modest. I heard that the custom of worshiping Liu Xian is quite practiced here, and there are other customs of the Dragon and Liu Society. I only found out about Liu Xian when I suddenly received a notification from the capital. As a local official, Mayor Zhang should know many legends about Liu Xian. Why don't you tell us about it?
It also allows us to know the temperament of this new mountain god, so that we can make friends easily if we are lucky enough to meet him in the future. "
Hearing this, Mayor Zhang hurriedly said: "Since Lord Zhizhou asked, I will definitely tell you everything I know. But these things are a long story..."
"Haha, don't worry, let's go back to the inn and listen slowly."
So the group of people returned to the inn leisurely, and the old mayor also began to tell the story of Liu Xian.
His voice, which sounded like an old farm man's, echoed in this quiet inn and spread into the hearts of everyone present.
"Legend has it that five hundred years ago, when Laozhuang Town was still called Zhuangjia Village, many people who moved from the north merged into this old village.
One year, two young men who went hunting in the mountains saw a big white python. In broad daylight, they were able to swallow a big eagle with its wings spread out in one bite. Perhaps Liu Xian began to practice from that time.
Later, a group of people went into the mountain to look for snake gallbladders. I heard they were martial arts masters. Unfortunately, twenty or thirty people entered the mountain and no one came out.
Another time...
I once heard my great-grandmother tell me that her great-grandmother had also seen Liu Xianpan practicing in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain. Two or three hundred years ago, many old people asked people to learn these stories about strange things and made them into a book. The book is called Liu Xianzhi.
However, this book was passed down for several generations and then lost. Our Laozhuang Town Zhao Wang Zhang and Li worshiped Liu Xian from generation to generation. Gradually, some people in the village became officials and passed the Juren Examination. Even in the last year of Wuxu He even got a Jinshi in high school!
Our Laozhuang Town is an old place, with many things that are hundreds of years old. Over the past generations, the literary style in the village has gradually become more and more popular. There are scholars one after another, and there are more than two to three hundred people who have become seventh-rank officials and above. The village has gradually changed from a small wilderness village to what it is now. Such a prosperous appearance, we all think this is the blessing of Liuxian from generation to generation.
There may be no need for taboos elsewhere, but here, it can be said that you are like a god! "
"Hoo~" The mountain wind blew by, and the sky became gloomy.
As the old voice of Mayor Zhang fell, the thunder roared, the summer rain poured down, and the mountains in the distance were endless. There was a fairy who lived in the mountains for hundreds of years, which made people feel awe, and everyone in the room fell into a state of confusion. middle.
…
Bai Jun held up an oil-paper umbrella with a long flute tied around his waist, walking in the heavy rain like an unreal figure.
He stood in front of the tall mountain temple. The plaque was wrapped in red silk and could not be read clearly, but Bai Jun could see it clearly. There were four large words "虺山 Temple" engraved on it.
There is also a red and vermilion seal stamped on it, presumably the personal seal of the Holy Emperor.
The temple door was not open. An old man in cloth was sitting under the eaves of the temple. He saw a white figure holding a blue oil-paper umbrella across the courtyard.
He was stunned for a moment, stood up slowly, opened a big umbrella and walked to the temple gate, where he saw Bai Jun.
The old man's face was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Bai Jun's handsome face that was not like a mortal's. His voice was trembling, "伱..."
He swallowed and reorganized his words with a tone of disbelief and excitement, "You...you are..."
Bai Jun smiled and said: "I am a visitor in the mountains. It happened to be a heavy rain and I saw this new temple, so I wanted to take shelter from the rain. Isn't it convenient?"
The old man shook his hands and nodded fiercely: "Convenient! Convenient! Please come in!"
He hurriedly opened the two doors as far as possible, stood in front of the door, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."
Bai Jun nodded and walked into the temple gate with an umbrella. He walked through the courtyard with the sound of rain and water under his feet. He saw the antique Sihe courtyard layout with a square sky and a huge incense burner. In the middle of the courtyard, directly opposite is a large hall, which is not welcoming guests. Four of the seven doors were closed, and only the three middle ones were open.
The old man held a big umbrella and stood behind him, not daring to say a word. The rainwater flowed down the umbrella ribs and hit the bluestone on the ground, making a crisp sound of ticking.
Bai Jun put away his umbrella and walked into the main hall. When he looked up, he saw the statue of a god that was 70% similar to his own. It was a jade statue of the God Zhang Er. He stood high in the hall with one hand holding a bottle and the other hand praying. Seal, with a golden spotted leopard lying under him, and a stone white snake surrounding it.
However, although the statue is tall, its dull eyes make it look a bit dull.
Bai Yan raised his head and looked at the statue, and his pupils lit up and turned golden for a moment. The statue's eyes seemed to have brilliance, like a god overlooking the world, passing through good and evil, hypocrisy and penetrating into the soul, making people dare not look at it.
He turned around and asked, "Are you a temple keeper?"
The old man hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I'm just a gatekeeper. The people in charge of the temple are those officials from the government. They are all resting in the back room. How about I go and call them all out?"
"No need." Bai Jun shook his head, "They are already here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in official uniform walked by with two guards. When he saw the wide open temple door, he couldn't help but scolded: "Old man Wang, why are you opening such a big door on this rainy day?"
The old man hurriedly said in a slightly lowered tone: "Master Song, there is... someone is coming."
"Huh? What? Someone is here? Who is coming to the mountain on this rainy day? Could it be that there was a thief?" The man walked into the hall curiously, and when he saw Bai Jun, he said: "Someone is really here, but we are here The temple is not open yet, so go down the mountain quickly, where did the scholar come from, and you can come to this mountain temple?"
He said disapprovingly, but the expressions of the two guards behind him had changed, and they stammered nervously: "Old... Master, he... he..."
"What is he? He has something to say, hesitating." Song Yuquan glared at the two guards.
"Old...Master, please look up at the statue."
One of the guards said nervously.
"What's wrong?" Song Yuquan looked up when he heard this. He was suddenly startled by the sight, as if two statues of gods were standing in front of him, one big and one small, one fake and one real.
"You...who are you?" Song Yuquan pointed at Bai Jun in horror.
"I just came to see myself." Bai Jun said lightly.
With a "pop" sound, the old man knelt down beside Bai Jun, "The little man pays homage to Liu Xian!"
"Liu Xian?" Song Yuquan was stunned, and the two guards beside him knelt down in shock.
Bai Jun asked, "What are you sent by the imperial court to do?"
Song Yuquan's upper teeth touched his lower teeth, and his tone trembled slightly as he said: "My officer..., I am sent by the imperial court to take charge of the incense and money of the mountain temple."
"How many people are in the backyard?"
"They...they are in charge of the daily sacrifices and management of the mountain temple."
"Do all mountain temples and river temples send officials to preside over them like this?"
"Yes... yes, according to the laws of our Jin Dynasty, whenever there are landscape temples or places of faith, officials from the Ministry of Rites must be dispatched to take charge." Song Yuquan said nervously.
Bai Jun nodded and said to himself: "That's it.
From now on, he will be in charge of the sacrifices in this mountain temple. "
He asked the old man: "What is your name?"
The old man said excitedly: "Disciple Wang Yuansheng, the thirty-first generation disciple of the family. Due to a disagreement over his birth date, he was not connected with the Immortal family. Therefore, he was unable to become a disciple and go to Tianjun Kingdom. He could only stay here to spend the rest of his life."
Bai Jun asked again calmly: "Didn't the disciples leave anything behind?"
Wang Yuansheng felt a sudden chill in the air around him. He trembled and said, "As far as the villain knows, all the disciples of more than 30 lineages have gone to Tianzhen Kingdom, and none of them have moved back."
Bai Jun stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows. Wang Yuansheng felt that his whole body was full of strength. He subconsciously sensed that a majestic Liuxian statue had some inexplicable connection with him.
"From now on, you will be the temple blessing of this mountain temple, and you will also be the leader of Liu Xian's palace."
Wang Yuansheng was stunned for a moment, stunned, and then he realized what he was doing and kowtowed again: "Disciple, I will obey Liu Xian's order!"
Bai Jun sighed: "After thirty years of secular life, people's hearts have become ancient. Wealth and honor move people's hearts, but no one has respected the ancestral precepts."
He opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the faint smoke of the rain. His figure gradually moved away, overlapping with the sky and the rain in the distant mountains.
(End of chapter)
