As the longest and largest river in Heluo, the Jiuqu River runs through the east and west of Heluo, all the way from the northwest high sky to the eastern sea.

That is naturally not small as his entrance to the sea.

Since ancient times, countless sea demon clans have invaded the hinterland of the human race along this estuary.

So the Taizu of this dynasty built a fortress at the mouth of the Jiuqu River, called...

Qiantang Pass.

Since the completion of the construction of this Qiantang Pass, Taizu appointed and built a water temple to bless the waters near Qiantang Pass.

Since then, the Water Temple has been in the limelight for a while, and there are many believers, until a hundred years later, there are nine demon dragons intent on Kou Guan.

People found that the water god they worshiped on weekdays could not bless them at all, and at this time fortunately a passing Taoist priest took action.

Fought nine demon dragons in the sea outside the pass, and finally died with the demon dragon, saving tens of thousands of residents of Qiantang Pass.

In order to pay tribute to this Taoist priest, the people of Qiantang Guan spontaneously built an immortal shrine for him, and he was honored as the sword god.

Since then, the Sword God Shrine has flourished, and the Water God Temple has fallen lonely.

"You lied to people, now it's obviously the Water Temple is booming, who doesn't go to the Water Temple to ask for a wish when they get to Qiantang Pass."

This is a wild tea stall, an old storyteller sits on the top, and a dozen tea drinkers sit below, listening to the storyteller's story.

At this time, it seems that the storyteller is wrong, and it was exposed by a guest below.

I saw that the old storyteller was not in a hurry, and gently patted the startled wood.

"Smack!"

"Don't be in a hurry, and keep listening."

To say that this prosperity and decline, the rotation of yin and yang, and the development of everything is nothing more than this.

Shen Bancheng, everyone has heard of it, that is the rich man of Qiantang Pass, who is in charge of nearly half of the water transportation business in Qiantang Pass.

It is said that money can be used to make sense, but for this rich man, there is always one thing that cannot be solved.

That's his daughter's strange illness.

His daughter has been in poor health since she was born, and a doctor once said that his daughter would not live to be three years old.

Fortunately, Shen Bancheng's family had money, and he bought all kinds of life-sustaining drugs for his daughter, so he survived.

But even so, his daughter's illness was not cured.

Then he continued to seek medical treatment everywhere, and even asked God to ask, so he sent God to ask the national teacher.

But no matter who sees his daughter, they all come to the same conclusion, they can't live to be ten years old, no matter what medicine they take, unless it's really a heavenly elixir.

"No, I remember his daughter is still alive."

"Yes, I heard that I am going to marry the youngest son of Lord Thorn."

"Smack."

The old storyteller patted the startling wood again and continued.

Just ten years ago, it was the day of Shen Bancheng's daughter's tenth birthday.

His daughter suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious, and just when Shen Bancheng thought that he was going to lose his beloved daughter, the water temple temple came.

Said he had a way to save his daughter.

Although the water temple has long since declined at this time, only the small temple that has been passed down from generation to generation remains, but a dead horse should be a live horse doctor.

Shen Bancheng spoke on the spot, if he could save his daughter, he would worship the god of water.

If not...

Hey, he didn't say the rest of the words, but everyone could hear what he meant.

Then the Water God Temple Temple Zhu took Shen Bancheng's daughter back to the temple, and after ten days, he didn't go out for a moment, just when Shen Bancheng was about to wait impatiently, he came out.

The Water God Temple, Miao Zhu, took Shen Bancheng's daughter and walked out together.

His daughter's illness was cured!

Since then, with the strong support of Shen Bancheng, the Water Temple began to hold an annual divine ceremony, and the believers of this Water Temple are naturally more and more year by year, and correspondingly, the Sword God Temple began to be lonely.

"I see, I've been to this God-given ceremony."

"I don't know which lucky one will be selected for treatment this year."

Of course, there is no shortage of criticism.

"Those people are really not a thing, this is forgetting their ancestors."

"That is, without that Taoist priest, how could they have now, and their ancestors were all eaten by the demon dragon."

The old storyteller picked up the tea bowl and blew a breath, looking at the noisy spectators below, he was very satisfied, which means that he told this story well.

However, the money should not be forgotten.

The storyteller put down the tea bowl and turned his head to look at a young Taoist priest below, this story was specifically asked by this Taoist priest to tell him about the Qiantang Guanshui Temple.

He was originally unwilling, because according to the plan, what he was going to tell today was a story about a monster eating people, but unfortunately, this Taoist priest gave too much.

The old storyteller couldn't help but look at the silver ingot in the Taoist priest's hand, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Dao Chief, you see?"

"Well, it's for you."

The young Taoist priest didn't talk nonsense, and with a wave of his right hand, he threw the silver ingots he was playing with in his hand lightly.

The old storyteller looked at the silver ingots in the air and hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch them, but as soon as he got his hands, he noticed that something was wrong.

This silver ingot is so light that it looks like it's made of paper.

The old storyteller's expression remained unchanged and confirmed repeatedly.

Finally, after careful and repeated inspection, he confirmed that this silver ingot was made of paper.

The old storyteller immediately became angry, slapped the wood heavily, and reprimanded angrily.

"You, a Taoist priest, are you playing with an old man?"

This time it all attracted the attention of those spectators, and they were all firmly locked on the Taoist priest.

I saw that the Taoist priest was not in a hurry, got up and picked up the silver ingots that were dismantled by the storyteller, folded them back again, and put them on the storyteller's table.

"It's the fault of the poor road, you can't use this ingot." As he spoke, the Taoist priest took out a delicate mechanism and lit the paper ingot.

The Taoist priest pushed the burned paper ingots to the old storyteller.

"Is that available now?"

After finishing the words, the atmosphere of the entire tea stall instantly became gloomy.

The old storyteller grabbed a burning paper ingot and took out a shiny silver ingot. At the same time, his eyes looked at the Taoist priest greedily.

And the surrounding spectators also floated up suddenly, with different shapes and turns, but there was only one thing in common, that is, they all broke their heads and bled out.

The old storyteller slowly showed a smile on his face at this time, but this smile was a little fake, he didn't smile at his skin, and his whole body shook.

"The old man wanted to let you go today, but you, a Taoist priest, wanted to find death by yourself, so it's no wonder to me."

As soon as the old man grabbed the shocking wood, he felt a sword light flash, and only half of the shocking wood in his hand was left.

The corner of the half of the startling wood that fell on the ground was black and red, and I don't know how much blood it stained.

"Are you going to kill me, you can kill me, but you can't kill the demons in the world, one day you..."

Before it could finish speaking, a blue light plunged into its body, and then dissipated with a stir.

"It's a lot of words, but do your best, get rid of the demons in front of you first, there are so many demons in the world, you can manage it."

As the old storyteller dissipated, the shocking wood instantly decayed and turned into smoke and dust.

And the unjust souls controlled by it also fell, kneeling down towards the Taoist priest one by one.

"The Imperial Decree of the Supreme People, the Lonely Soul of Chaoyou, the Ghost of Everything, the Four Beings are Graceful..."

As the curse of the past sounded, these unjust souls were also exceeded, and the tea stalls were turned into dry forests.