However, now is not the time, and we must find out everything clearly.

Luo Shui thought, stared deeply at the county office, turned to leave, and when he reached the corner, he didn't see anyone, and after walking a few more steps, he suddenly disappeared.

Dayan View Mountain is not high, but it is deep and quiet, and there is a bit of weather coming out.

A pavilion in front of the mountain road, the plaque on it reads the words "rest pavilion", and a stone tablet is erected in front of the pavilion, saying that the Yi family in the county donated money to repair it, and gave the pilgrims to rest and avoid rain and snow.

At this time, Luo Shui changed into a new cotton robe, wearing cloth boots, saying that it was expensive or not, it was very inconspicuous, and he looked in front of the pavilion.

Although it is only the fifteenth day of the new year, the mountain road is already densely packed with pilgrims.

The mountain road steps are clean and clean, even the road below the mountain road is rammed flat, the pilgrims hold incense with both hands, come forward to make wishes and pray for blessings, and the surrounding stalls, sell incense, look at fortune telling, sell soup cakes and snacks, it is almost necessary to form a bazaar.

This road has been repaired, and Luo Shui knew the influence of this Taoist temple, so he followed it immediately.

It's just that even so, the hillside is steep, and many pedestrians are a little tired of climbing, and some ordinary peasant pilgrims are still used to it.

The rich people who came to smell the fame were very difficult, and they could not get on the carriage on this mountain road, let alone use a sedan chair, but only walked up, and at a glance, they saw several rich family members with pale faces and sweating profusely.

The pedestrians were all despised when they saw them, but when they saw the families of these people, they were silent and continued to hurry.

At the foot of the mountain, there are 330 steps leading to the Dayan Temple, winding all the way up, Luoshui stands on the last step of the steps, looking at the quaint Taoist temple built by the mountain.

The three words "Dayanguan" on the plaque in front of the door are simple and majestic, although they are enemies, but Luo Shui couldn't help but praise them, but when they got inside, they were stunned.

Pilgrims shuttle back and forth, the front of the road is the main hall, the specifications are very large, there are three iron tripods in front of the hall, and the incense in the ding is steaming and swirling.

Luo Shui looked into the hall, there was also a cigarette curling inside, the curtain hung down, offering a goddess, the people who put on the incense were trembling, did not dare to make noise, they all knelt down and prayed a few words, bowed out, and some threw good money towards the merit box, in front of the two merit boxes, they were all Taoist children, and those who offered money no matter how much they were, they were all judged.

Luo Shui didn't dare to look straight with his spiritual eyes, but even so, he felt that there was a faint [***] light in the hall where the cigarette smoke was around, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

"Is this little brother going to be incense?" Just as Luo Shui was watching, an old man walked over from behind, holding a handful of incense in his hand, and said to Luo Shui.

Luo Shui turned his head and saw that the old man was full of white hair, but his legs and feet were still dexterous, and he exclaimed: "The old man has a good body." ”

Hearing Luoshui's praise, the old man laughed and said: "Old, old, I can't live for a few years, I can't compare with the immortals of the Taoist temple, hey!"

Seeing this, Luo Shui just smiled and said nothing, and only asked after a while: "Old man, the lady in this view, is it spiritual?"

"Spirit, very spiritual!" The old man saw Luo Shui mention this, and immediately became excited: "Last year, my little grandson was sick, and I came to Guanli to kowtow and pray, and when I went back, my little grandson's illness was cured, Niang Niang is really spiritual, don't snub her." ”

"Of course, of course. Luo Shui smiled, his eyes gloomy.

With such a big pilgrim, could it be that the gods in the Taoist temple are the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court? I'm afraid that even if they are the righteous gods of the Heavenly Court, it will be difficult for them to have this influence!

At this glance, at the end of the day, I am afraid that there are tens of thousands of people bowing, even if it is the New Year's festival, there are more people, and there are thousands of people at ordinary times!

Thinking about it, it is the Taoist temple of Penglai Taoist Palace, which is actually dedicated to those who have no hope of going to Shinto, the priesthood is not clear, the divine power is low, and obviously there is not much incense or worship.

Thinking like this, Luo Shui continued to greet the old man: "Old man, how can you please incense, bring me a handful!"

"If you want any money, take it. The old man chatted with him speculatively, and he didn't care about the money, so he picked up a handful of incense and put it in Luo Shui's hands.

"Go and worship the mother, you won't be able to squeeze in when it's late. The old man greeted again and again.

"Thank you, uncle. Luo Shui didn't refuse when he saw it, accepted the incense, thanked him, and went inside.

The incense in the Taoist temple is really prosperous, pilgrims come and go, it is commendable that it is orderly, one goes down and one goes up, they are all queuing, and they are not noisy, which shows the influence of the goddess inside - only in awe can there be this appearance.

Luo Shui didn't move, silently lined up behind, and after a while, it was his turn.

Luo Shui lit the incense, inserted it in the incense burner, and knelt down, this kneeling is normal in the eyes of others, but if you look closely, you will find that it is different.

Luo Shui's kneeling, it seems that he is kneeling down on the group, really looking closely, you can see that he just leaned forward, and did not bow down, and he was a few points off the ground out of thin air.

When the incense was served, Luo Shui's heart was calm, he bowed, and went out, everything was normal.

Straight out of the main hall, exited the Taoist temple, and then arrived at the stone steps, Luo Shui wiped his forehead, only to see that sweat suddenly oozed from his forehead.

There will be a simple sympathy when the incense is applied, and this sympathy is very vague, but Luo Shui saw the out-of-phase just now.

This is a round of golden light, and it is surrounded by dots of light, and there are constant voices of praise, praise, and worship.

"Visit the White Lady!"

"Worship the water goddess!"

"Visit Yahiro Yahime!"

The key is that although this round of golden light is not yet golden and complete, there is still a trace of red, but it is clearly equivalent to the scene of the Daomen Earth Immortal Realm, which is already considered golden.

Such a god is a magic power, which can only ensure that it is difficult to suppress, and it is difficult to kill it, let alone kill a god without supernatural powers, and he can kill the golden gods of the earth immortal level without supernatural powers, this is simply a joke, unless he is the emperor of men!

Of course, if the last trace of red fades, completes the Great Perfection, and turns golden, Luo Shui can only flee from the wind!

I knelt down and bowed shallow just now, but I haven't alarmed this goddess, if I leak the magic power, I will immediately find out, and it seems that it will not work if I want to do it in Dayanguan.

Luo Shui was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

In the small hall of the county government in Yunya County, Fan Shirong was sitting, and after reviewing a document, he drank strong tea, stunned.

Yunya County is surrounded by Pingshan Bay, recently there is the river god Bai Susu shelter, the county wind and rain are smooth, irrigating 10,000 acres of fertile land, and the harvest is bumper every year.

After a few years of county government, the so-called great governance in this county is just the position of the son, but it is becoming more and more distant, and the status of the eldest brother in the county is more and more consolidated.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Fan Shirong was interrupted from thinking and asked unhurriedly.

It's dusk, and I don't want anyone to come.

"It's Xia Guan!" said a voice outside, this voice was very familiar, but it was the county lord Bo Yang Sun Dao.

"Oh, it turned out to be Anchor Yang, come in!" Fan Shirong immediately changed his color and said.

As soon as the words fell, the door squeaked, and Yang Sundao, who was wearing a light red official robe, walked in and saluted Fan Shirong: "Disturb the county gentleman, it's a lot of offense, and please Haihan." ”

"If the Lord Bo is there, I haven't done anything yet!" Fan Shirong waved his hand when he heard this, with a smile on his face, and pointed to a chair: "Please sit down and talk, you are here at this time, what is the matter?"

"Thank you, the county gentleman. Yang Sun thanked him, sat down, paused, and said: "Don't hide it from the county monarch, it is said that it is the wedding of the nephew, and the lower officials want to rush back, and ask the county monarch for permission!"

"Oh, I see, your nephew has a happy event, but I want to congratulate you, and I should also send a small gift to the past. Fan Shirong suddenly said: "Since this is the case, you can go back today, you can rest for three days!"

"Thank you county gentleman, but there is one more thing for the lower officials...... There have been floods in the county, but since last year, they have never flooded, the wind and rain are smooth, the harvest is good, and the people are making less trouble. The lord Bo said eloquently: "It's just that I checked the grain depot in the county once, but it is old, I can't tell whether it is rat consumption or human consumption, and I ask the county monarch to approve the grain depot to repair it." ”

Fan Shirong listened and nodded, as long as the people have something to eat, who will be unable to live with their lives?

In the past few years, he has been most satisfied with the agreement with Bai Susu, the county has been in good weather, the grain harvest has increased, and the repair of the grain depot is actually a major political matter.

"The wind and rain are smooth, the people are safe and the government is clear, it's a pity!" At this moment, a voice came.

"Who?" Fan Shirong was taken aback, but when he looked around, he didn't see anyone, and suddenly heard a slight sound, and a man in black was standing in front of him!

Fan Shirong cultivated his qi very deeply, calmed down in an instant, looked carefully, and saw that this was a young man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was thinking about how to say it, and his hand had already touched a red talisman.

But the lord Bo Yang Sun Dao ignored this, suddenly leaned forward, pushed the table, and shouted: "Bold! Trespass into the county government, you don't want to live anymore? Where is the official, take it down for me!"

As soon as he shouted these words, Fan Shirong knew that something was wrong, but before he could react, he saw a flash of sword light, and the table was divided into two halves, and before Yang Sundao could continue, the sword light flashed again, and a good head flew out, and blood spurted out three feet in midair.

Fan Shirong was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly said: "Wait ...... slowly"

The words didn't fall, and I saw a "poof" of the long sword, which stabbed straight into Fan Shirong's chest.

Fan Shirong's whole body was shocked, he couldn't believe it, he lowered his head and looked down, at this time, he didn't know what to think, blood spurted out, slowly fell to the ground, laughed, and suddenly lost his breath!

But almost at the same time, Luo Shui snorted, pulled out his sword, touched his nose, and saw a few traces of blood on the back of his hand!

"This official has such great luck and fame?"

Unlike Fusang, which only has tens of thousands of stones, which is equivalent to a small name of a township, Yunya County has tens of thousands of households, seventy or eighty thousand people, and the county order Fan Shirong is not simple, attaches importance to agriculture and mulberry, and is honest and honest.

But at this time, the crowd was boiling, Luo Shui couldn't think about it anymore, and the figure flickered, and disappeared into the room in a blink of an eye.

(To be continued)