(PS: For the alliance leader Ji Tiga, thank you for the reward)

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Wupan City, which had only been sunny for a day, was once again soaked inside and out by the heavy rain.

The people of the city inevitably complained that although it was rainy in the summer, if it continued like this, the rain would have to accumulate into waterlogging.

Over the years, the Wupan River has always been like this, and if you are not careful, you will have to burst the embankment and flood the fields. In the past, the annual sacrificial ceremony has been promoted to three times a year since the year before last, if it weren't for Lu Guanshan pressing this matter on the grounds that he was too laborious and costly, I'm afraid this sacrifice would have to become four times a year.

In fact, the older generation of Wupan people will still remember that when they were children, the Wupan River was not so noisy, and there was no luxurious temple in the south of the city, and the river god they worshipped was not a dragon king. But as for what the name of the river god was at that time, most of the old people couldn't remember it really, but they vaguely remembered that the god in the dilapidated temple was like a first-born two-horned beast......

As for why the imperial court later demolished the original temple and replaced it with this Wupan Dragon King, it is not something that these people can know.

"Actually, practicing is like climbing a mountain. ”

A Confucian dressed in white held an oil-paper umbrella and walked side by side with Wei Lai.

Both of them were soaking wet, and holding umbrellas in such a situation was somewhat of a sign of remediation, but fortunately there were no other pedestrians on the suburban roads in the rainstorm, so they didn't have to worry about the fingers of others.

"Wuyang, Lingtai, Youhai, Yuting, Yaotai, Xuandu, Zifu. ”

"Each realm is like a mountain gate on this mountain road, and you can only continue to walk if you push open the mountain gates one by one. ”

"It is precisely like this, every time a monk breaks through a realm, there will be an additional divine gate in his body. ”

Wei Lai looked up at the rain that fell along the umbrella bones and asked, "What about after pushing open all the mountain gates?"

Lu Guanshan smiled slightly: "Then there is one last door." ”

"What door?"

"The so-called eight doors are opened together, which is called holy. ”

Lu Guanshan continued his story unhurriedly, and the suburban path the two of them also came to an end at this time, and in front of them was a muddy field of weeds and low trees.

"Slow down, it's slippery. Lu Guanshan instructed, but he didn't mean to stop, and continued to move forward.

Wei Lai had never been here, but he didn't ask too much, just cautiously followed behind Lu Guanshan.

"This last gate is the Holy Gate, and it is also the place where the monks of the world want to reach the most, so whether it is the imperial court of various countries or the various sects, they will select those with excellent talents from among the disciples or subjects under the sect, give them the position of Holy Son, and then vigorously cultivate them at no cost. ”

"Even if these carefully selected holy sons, there are still very few people who can push open the last mountain gate. But the forces of all parties are still happy about this, after all, most of the time, a great sage is enough to keep a country's luck for a hundred years, or a sect's inheritance will not be extinguished. ”

Usually children of this age, after hearing these stories, will ask questions such as how powerful the saint is and why he is so powerful.

But Wei Lai tilted his head to look at Lu Guanshan and asked a very strange question.

"What about pushing open the last door and going up further? What else is there?"

Lu Guanshan was stunned.

Then he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "What exactly is on the mountain, only those who have been to the top of the mountain can know." ”

"Maybe it's the beautiful scenery of the clouds and the sun and the moon, or maybe it's more mountain gates. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Guanshan paused, and then said: "I once heard that in the far east, there have been twelve divine gates of the desolate alien species, but whether it is a false rumor or a real thing, there is no way to know. ”

By this time, the two had passed through the mud, but in front of them was a dense forest of vines and branches, barely able to accommodate them.

The road is harder to walk.

Lu Guanshan put away the oil-paper umbrella - such a dense forest, the lush leaves above his head are the best umbrella.

"Be careful, your clothes aren't cheap. Lu Guanshan said.

Wei Lai's heart was full of doubts, he didn't understand the purpose of this trip, and he was more immersed in the reluctance to leave Lu Yan'er.

But he didn't ask more questions after all, but continued the previous topic: "Then where are you walking in front of the door now?"

"The fourth gate. ”

"Pushed away?"

"Hmm. ”

Wei Lai, who got this answer, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked up at the man in front of him and said, "My father also pushed it away." ”

The man heard his words, and his footsteps paused for a moment, then he nodded and replied, "I know." ”

The sentence "Since you know, then why do you still want to do it" swirled in Wei Lai's mouth for a while, and was finally swallowed back by Wei Lai.

There was silence between the two, they tacitly hurried away, and walked slowly in such a dense forest for half an hour, Lu Guanshan suddenly stopped his steps and said, "It's here." ”

Wei Lai, who was thinking about his thoughts with his head down, heard the words and looked up.

But I saw a building made of stone appear in the dense forest not far away.

The building is old, the outer stone wall is covered with moss, weeds have grown between the cracks in the stone, and even a small part of the right side has collapsed, and several large trees that Wei Lai can't name have grown out of the ruins.

Wei Lai realized that the dilapidated building in front of him was their destination today.

"Where is this?" he asked.

Lu Guanshan pretended to squint his eyes mysteriously and said, "Don't you know when you go in?"

Wei Lai shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and he didn't bother to poke Lu Guanshan's uninteresting joke.

Probably because of its age, the entire building had begun to sink, and the gate exposed outside the dirt was only half a man high. Wei Lai had to hunch over before he passed through the gate and the unusually narrow aisle that was not too long.

"Every time you open a door, you will have a door of your own. ”

"Relying on these gates, the monks can inscribe their own patterns on these gates. ”

"When these patterns are connected together to form a whole, the lines will produce spirits. ”

"And this is also called the spirit pattern. ”

I don't know if it's because I feel that this has been too dull along the way, Lu Guanshan suddenly broke the silence between the two again, and continued the previous topic again.

Wei Lai tacitly did not interrupt him, but just listened quietly.

"Under normal circumstances, the first four divine gates can be engraved with a complete spiritual pattern, the fifth and sixth divine gates can be engraved with a spiritual pattern, and the seventh divine gate can be engraved with a spiritual pattern. ”

"In other words, if you're lucky enough to trek through mountains and rivers and push open the seventh gate, then you'll have three spirit patterns. ”

At this time, the two of them had already passed through the narrow aisle one after the other, and the scene in front of them suddenly became clearer.

It is a large hall of ten zhang square, the stone walls on both sides of the temple gate are colorful, but messy, it should be a long time ago, these stone walls have been painted with colored materials, but with the erosion of the years, these murals are no longer the appearance of the year.

And what surprised Wei Lai the most was that in front of the door of the temple was a shrine, and a three-zhang tall figure stood on the altar, but it was also hindered by the erosion of the years, and the facial features of the portrait had been blurred, and he could only vaguely know from the spear he held in his hand and the armor carved on his body that this statue should be erected by a certain general.

Of course, this is not absolute. Lu Guanshan, who walked into the hall, continued: "It is a very complicated thing to engrave one's own spiritual pattern, which not only requires sufficient cultivation, but also requires a strong understanding. Some sects will forcibly engrave the spiritual patterns left by their predecessors on the bodies of their disciples in order to let their holy sons or disciples grow up as soon as possible, or capture the spiritual patterns left by their predecessors. And this method, weighing the pros and cons, cannot be measured in one word. ”

Saying this, Lu Guanshan had already walked in front of the statue, where there was also a rusty bronze incense burner. Strangely, the temple had apparently been abandoned for a long time, but the censer was filled with dozens of incense sticks that seemed to have been lit recently.

Wei Lai glanced at Lu Guanshan, who took out several incense candles that had been soaked from his arms, and the doubts in his heart were answered. Wei Lai, who knew this, looked at Lu Guanshan's eyebrows again, where a light was shining.

"Is it like your butterfly?"

"Hmm. Lu Guanshan held the six incense candles and nodded. The light at the center of his eyebrows became brighter and brighter, gradually turning into a golden butterfly pattern.

His clothes suddenly stirred, and the golden butterfly at the center of his eyebrows came out of his body and danced around Lu Guanshan.

The golden powder poured out from under the wings of the butterfly, lingering in this dilapidated temple, and in a trance, Wei Lai had the illusion of being in the starry sky.

And after those golden powders fell, Wei Lai was surprised to find that he and Lu Guanshan's wet clothes were quickly drained of water, and soon became dry, if you close your eyes and smell it, there is even a unique "fragrance" after being exposed to the sun.

After doing this, the butterfly landed on Lu Guanshan's shoulder, rubbing Lu Guanshan's neck affectionately, like a coquettish kitten.

Lu Guanshan took out three incense candles from his hand and handed them to Wei Lai, and asked, "Do you want to bow down?"

Wei Lai took the incense candle, but did not answer Lu Guanshan's question, but asked, "Who is he?"

Lu Guanshan's eyebrows raised, and three words softly spit out in his mouth: "Guan Shan." ”

Wei Lai's body trembled at that time, and the hand holding the incense candle shook, and the three incense candles "snapped" and all fell to the ground.

He looked at the statue in front of him in disbelief, and muttered to himself with a pale face.

"Facing the Yin God!"

......

The former face of the Yin God.

No matter what dynasty it is, there are many enlightened and virtuous monarchs.

The former Yin God will always be a taboo general rhetoric, worshiping the former Yin God, at least dismissed and exiled, and at worst his life is not guaranteed. In the Great Yan Dynasty, which has always been strict with the law, this is a serious crime that will not be recovered by the nine clans.

Wei Lai, who walked out of the temple, had a gloomy face.

He looked at the man in front of him, who was not in a hurry, and the brow on the bridge of his nose was almost piled up like a hill.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask the question: "Why do you have to do this?"

The man in front of him stopped, looked at the boy in silence for a long time, and then spoke.

"Most of the teachings in the book are good and evil, black and white. When you read too much, you fall into the spell. ”

"It's like your garment, which used to be white and immaculate, but today it is stained with mud, and it can't be washed or dusted, and it will be piercing no matter how you look at it from now on. ”

"Some people can get by in this garment, but those who have fallen into the devil can't. ”

"He had to wash his clothes before he could go on the road. Wash every day, wash every day, and if you can't wash it, you will never stop. And one day, when he was tired of washing, he decided to take a different approach and reason with the man who had made his clothes dirty. Maybe he won't be able to do it, maybe he won't be able to beat the man, but he has to do it. ”

Because the books he read, the articles he read, and the teachings he learned told him that he was right. ”

"And since it's right, you have to fight to the end, don't you?"

The man spoke slowly and patiently, as if trying to explain the truth to the boy.

But unfortunately, the confusion on the boy's face intensified, and there was no sign of dissipation: "Then he can wait, wait until he is strong enough, powerful enough, and then go to the man's theory, isn't it?"

The man shook his head, a hand stretched out, and the golden butterfly quietly landed on his fingertips, waving its wings, which was very beautiful.

"The largest academy in the north is called Wuya. ”

"What is Boundless?"

"There is no end to learning, and there is no end to suffering. ”

"My spirit is a butterfly, but my path is the sea. ”

A wry smile appeared on the man's face as he said this. He shrugged his shoulders, his tone becoming a little soothing.

"But it's a pity ......"

"Butterflies are destined to fly the sea. ”