As Chen Sheng chose to start recalling the heroic spirits.
No special effects flashed through.
However, the system panel already prompted the successful recall of the heroic spirit in the next second.
[Consumption of Heroic Spirit Fragments*3, you have successfully recalled a Heroic Spirit! 】
【Water control? Kill the dragon? In the ignorant years when he transformed into a heroic spirit, mythology, belief and personal experience were mixed. 】
[He doesn’t know whether he is the second son of the Li family or the true king of Xiansheng. But he always remembered that he had been and would always be a part of Yongzhi. 】
Faced with such an introduction, Chen Sheng probably already knew which celebrity the system had summoned.
Li Jia Erlang, Xiansheng Zhenjun, words like these are put together, and it is obvious who is being summoned.
However, nothing happened in front of Chen Sheng.
Um? What about a heroic spirit like me? Where have you gone?
Dog system! Give me Erlangshen back!
[Members of the past history compiled by the heroic spirits for Yongzhou, after turning into spirits, have been staying in a higher level space, enduring the erosion of mythological beliefs, while waiting for the leader to recall. 】
[When recalled, there is a high probability that it will appear in the place most relevant to him in the real world. 】
The system panel promptly provided an explanation.
Looking at the explanation on the system panel, Chen Sheng roughly knew the whereabouts of the heroic spirit.
The investment of his three heroic spirit fragments was not just a sound, a member of Eternal Day from the ancient false history has been recalled.
But she wasn't in front of him at the moment.
Rather, it is located somewhere in reality that is closely related to it.
"If it is Erlang Xianshengzhenjun who is based on Erlang of the Li family, then there is a high probability that he will appear in... Dujiangyan?"
Chen Sheng thought, and the figure disappeared.
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Chaotic memories flowed through my mind.
Erlang lay on the ground a little confused, the sound of the flowing river ringing in his ears.
It also made Erlang's memory flow with the water.
Following his father to control floods, joining Yong Zhou, and slaying evil dragons, the memories of the first half of his life are fragmented, but he can still remember them.
I vaguely remember the kind eyes of the second-generation leader looking at me. Faced with his unwillingness to disband and return to reality, the second-generation leader turned him into a spirit and became a heroic spirit that future leaders could recall.
But after that, the memory of becoming a heroic spirit became very confusing.
In that place close to the ocean of spiritual rules, he could not feel the flow of time.
While his thinking almost came to a standstill, there was a steady influx of strange power.
In this incense-scented power, the names of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, Guankou Shen, Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, Zhaohui Xianshengrenyou Wang poured in, as well as those who carried the mountain to catch the sun, split the mountain to save their mother. Experience indoctrination.
Although this power could not completely change him, it also had some impact on him.
Confused memory is one of the effects.
"Young man, why are you lying on the ground?"
A kind and kind voice sounded in his ears.
Then a pair of hands put Erlang's shoulders and lifted him up from the ground.
Erlang stood up and ignored the chaotic memories in his mind for the time being.
He looked at the old man who helped him up and saw that he was wearing red and yellow clothes, looking very festive.
On the road along the river behind him, there was a large group of people of different ages wearing festive costumes and a dragon dance team holding dragon heads.
"Hey, young man, are you here to worship the true king too?"
The old man looked at Erlang in surprise.
While Erlang looked at him, he naturally also looked at the young man lying on the ground.
Tall, strong, handsome, elegant and easy-going...
He looks like a handsome young man, and he seems to be a good match for his daughter.
Wearing a black gauze scarf, a light yellow robe and armor, he looked very majestic.
The most attractive thing is naturally a mark on the forehead above his eyebrows. At first glance, he thought it was the opening of his third eye.
With such a dress on his body and such marks on his eyebrows, the old man thought this might be the so-called... cosplay?
For those who didn’t know, they thought it was the statue of Erlang God they carried in their sacrificial team that came alive.
"I wonder what you are doing?"
Erlang looked at the team and looked at the familiar statues in their team, and subconsciously asked curiously.
"Sacrifice to Lord Erlang."
"Although it is not the time for Dujiangyan to open its gates and release water, there are no floods, severe droughts, or diseases that require sacrifices."
"But it is already August 10th, which is the 24th day of the sixth lunar month. It is said to be Erlang Zhenjun's Christmas day."
"We can't sacrifice Christmas to a foreign Jesus but not sacrifice to the local god."
"Why do you say that Erlang Zhenjun also let his dogs bite the Monkey King? It is said that..."
When the old man heard Erlang's question, he immediately began to answer eloquently.
Although he only knew about the historical and mythological evolution of Erlang Shen that he released a dog and bit a monkey, it did not prevent him from answering eloquently.
His answers were also subconsciously mixed with some complaints from him, an old angry young man.
His daughter never participated in the sacrifices here, and Christmas outside was celebrated seriously as an important day.
"You just said... Dujiangyan?"
Erlang was stunned, and subconsciously asked, interrupting the old man's eloquent story.
It was not that he was ashamed of the mythologized image that later generations gave him, but that a certain word he captured from the old man's mouth made him particularly concerned.
"Dujiangyan, you can't go very far along the river."
The old man said, pointing to the river beside the road.
Hearing this, Erlang silently looked at the trend of the river that was completely different from before.
"Dujiangyan is the oldest and only remaining grand water conservancy project in the world that is characterized by diversion of water without dams."
"It has endured for more than 2,250 years and is playing an increasingly important role."
"The role it has played from ancient times to the present is worthy of the word great."
The old man talked about the wonders of his hometown as eloquently as when he was praising Erlang Zhenjun.
But Erlang couldn't help but blush slightly after listening to the old man's words.
The evaluation of later generations was so high.
Great...?
Erlang didn't know how to describe this feeling.
He understood that although the period of his life after joining Yongzhi needed to be concealed, it was definitely worth telling.
However, he did not expect that his achievements in water control with his father before joining Yongzhou would be so highly recognized by future generations.
Erlang's thoughts became complicated.
He only knew the last time he had such complicated thoughts.
It was the same time when he entered the water with a knife as a member of Yong Zhou, and then emerged from the gradually reddening water with the dragon's head in his left hand.
The looks the people on the shore gave him at that time made him have such complicated thoughts.
"Can I accompany you to worship Lord Erlang?"
After thinking for a long time, Erlang said this.
"Of course. Since you are so interested in Dujiangyan, I will take you to see Dujiangyan after the sacrifice."
The old man said and patted Erlang on the shoulder very familiarly.
That’s it for today’s update, I’m going to start revising the paper.
Start adding updates based on statistical data tomorrow! Breaking the news fiercely! ! !
(End of chapter)
