Seeing the old man's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to accept it, and set off again after thanking him again and again.

Swimming upstream, the golden sunlight sprinkled on the surface of the river, and he suddenly felt a long-lost warmth. He should have belonged to this world, if Mo Qingye was safe and sound, could he stay here to live, be an ordinary person, even if he couldn't cultivate immortals, he couldn't live a hundred years, but he could spend his life in the world of joy and sorrow. This way has gone a long way, Du Yuanyuan also thought a lot, dusk is approaching, when the night is low, the scenery in front of him finally from the deserted to a little lively, from the other side of the mountain, the bustling crowd from the other side of the river broke the silence of the evening.

Looking from afar, about a thousand meters away, a temple stands majestically in the middle of the mountain, and the incense is vigorous.

Presumably it was the temple of the river god, and when it finally arrived, Du Yuanyuan looked down at the few fish that were dying in his hand, and raised his head to go in that direction.

There are really a lot of people who come to worship, from all over the world, there are ordinary people, there are also dignitaries, all of them are carrying or shoulder-carrying sacrifices, the grades are different, but they are all very rich. Du Yuanyuan was a little strange, that is, he arrived in the dark because of the long distance, but those people couldn't all be as trekking through mountains and rivers as him, why did they come in the evening.

With a hint of doubt, he followed the crowd up the stairs and walked halfway up the mountainside, asking the people around him as he walked, "Little brother, let me ask, do you have to choose the time to worship the river god?" ”

"Of course, little brother, you are from outside." A man with a pastry looked at Du Yuanyuan in surprise, "The river god does not appear during the day, and only at night can he have the opportunity to see his old man." ”

"Ah," Du rolled his eyes, "have you seen it?" ”

"I, no." The man smiled innocently, "I've had hundreds of times over the years, but I haven't had the chance to see his old man's dignity." ”

"Then, has anyone in the local area ever seen the true deity of the river god?"

"There should be, there must be." The man adopted the common self-blinding truth, "I heard my grandfather say that 1,300 years ago, his grandparents saw the true face of the river god, but it is difficult to say what he looked like. ”

…… Du Yuanyuan said in his heart, these poor people have been deceived by the river god, if they know that the god they worship every year is actually a good merry with broken sleeves, I don't know how to feel.

While speaking, I arrived at the entrance of the temple, the air was filled with the smell of Tibetan incense, and the incense in the temple courtyard was curling with smoke. Good men and women lined up in a long line to kowtow and worship in turn, offering rich offerings, from the temple to the temple gate. It's very popular, Du Yuanyuan raised his eyebrows, wondering if he could see the river god.

He always felt that he couldn't see it, because he was fundamentally insincere, and after listening to Bai Wei and Xue Qiantu's colorful descriptions, his impression of the river god was greatly reduced.

In his ideology, immortals should be pure-hearted and have few desires, and from this point of view, Mo Qingye has the basic qualities of an immortal than the river god. Full of negative and negative emotions, it was finally his turn to kowtow, Xiao Du first put a few fish in the corner of the altar that was already full of wine and delicacies and tender fruits, and then lifted up his clothes and knelt down, kowtowed three rings firmly, and before he could silently recite his long-cherished wish, he was urged by the people behind him to hurry up, so he had to get up, and walked out of the temple threshold without getting anything.

Where can this work, I didn't say anything, Du Yuanyuan was a little worried, even if he said it, can the river god really hear it, and there is a big gap between what he expected and the reality in front of him. Poked at the door, he stared at the statue of the river god above the altar, a bottle of bronze gilt statue, lifelike, on the throne is an old man with fairy wind bones, molded a long beard, hanging down to his chest, eyebrows bent into the sideburns, eyes slightly closed, a look of compassion looking down on all beings.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a man who is greedy for men! Du Yuanyuan beat the drum, feeling that his IQ had been destroyed by those two demons again. But now, there is nothing else to do except look stupid and wait, and wait for the crowd to disperse before making a plan. In this way, Du Yuan sat down on the stone steps of the side hall, hungry and bored, looking at the rising crescent moon in the sky, indescribably confused.

By eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the crowd of worshippers had not dissipated, and he was sleepy and his stomach was rumbling. It wasn't until midnight that the last few people left with regret in their eyes, and the temple finally fell silent, Du Yuan raised his buttocks, stretched his waist, and his only thought was to eat, and then talk about anything else.

When eating a full meal became the first priority, everything else worshipped and paid respects were all out of class, he rushed into the temple without hesitation, grabbed an apple on the altar and started to gnaw, tender and juicy, after eating the fruit and pastry, he also took a pot of wine and drank it, it was so pleasant, so cool, Xiao Du Tongshou simply sat on the ground, eating and drinking cross-legged.