It was raining outside, Zhang Yi was lying on the beam of the Taoist temple, this Taoist temple had been deserted for many years, the temple was full of weeds one person high, only the main hall was still cleaner, Zhang Yi closed his eyes, and opened them again, he repeated many times, but he couldn't sleep, he was uneasy, and always felt that something big was going to happen.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and Zhang Yi subconsciously clenched the long knife at his waist. "Big brother, you said that nothing would happen to us if we stole the Jiangshi." "What are you worried about, the Funiu River has been calm for more than a thousand years,

The water god in the river, maybe the golden body has long been broken, and then it is still alive, how many magical powers can he save, we have been worshiping this water god at least a thousand years ago, and a thousand years of dynasties have died a few, and a god of water who does not know how many days ago is nothing. The other person was still hesitating, "But big brother, in case the Jiang God is still alive, and we steal the Jiang Shi, won't this harm everyone in the village?" "What's this, second brother, didn't you hear the heartbeat from the pressure on the river stone? This stone is obviously psychic, you think we dedicate him to Zhang Daochang of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, and it will not be a trouble for us to go to the Dragon and Tiger Temple to learn art, and when we finish learning, no one will look down on us anymore. ”

The door of the Taoist temple was opened, and the wind and rain blew into it, rolling up dust. Blow on the deities enshrined in the view.

The two lit the lamp, and the temple lit up, and the young man led by him looked at the stone statue. And Zhang Zhang looked at the middle-aged man, this person was so angry, and he seemed to be confused, and his mind was obviously abnormal.

As he pondered, the stone skin of the stone statue began to peel off, gradually revealing its true appearance, it was an extremely beautiful girl, the young man's eyes began to glow red, and the paper figure he tilted his head against him began to turn blood red. One thought after another flashed through his heart, and the young man stretched out his hand, and an evil thought arose in his heart. "Big brother, big brother, what's wrong with you, big brother." The middle-aged man turned his head stiffly, tilted his body, looked at the man, and a voice kept telling him, kill him, kill him.

He stretched out his fist and smiled weirdly. A punch slammed into the young man, and the young man hurriedly stepped back, shouting as he retreated, "Big brother, what's wrong with you, I'm Qingyun." But the middle-aged man became more and more crazy, the corners of his mouth drooled, and his sanity became lower and lower, but the stone skin of the stone statue fell off faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye, it retreated to the root of the leg, and the rain outside the Taoist temple became heavier and heavier, and the Funiu River was like a crazy giant beast, Zhang Yi watched the battle between the two below, just when the young man was about to burst with a punch, and the other person's head.

Zhang Yi jumped down and pointed at the center of the young man's eyebrows, his fingers suddenly pulled back, a small paper figure was pinched in his hand, he frowned, "Jiazi's technique of controlling things" Who is so unskilled, that technique to harm people, but what surprised him the most was that in addition to him, there were people who knew Jiazi's technique, could it be that after the chaos, there were people besides the master who survived.

Suddenly a voice came from behind, "Who are you?" Zhang Yiyi turned his head, some amazing girls were really beautiful, "Zhang Yiyi, what about you?" He was very curious about the identity of the woman, and it was the first time he had seen such a strange person.

The girl patted her head and thought for a while, "My name seems to be Gu Qinqing." After saying this, she tapped her head again, and she seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.

The two confronted each other from afar, and the sound of the water outside the house became louder and louder, and at first only small sounds could be heard, but now it was deafening.

Zhang Yi frowned, sure enough, his feeling was right, something big had happened, the god of the Funiu River was still alive, and now as soon as the river stone was gone, the big water came.

The woman in the stone statue looked at Zhang Yi's appearance, unconsciously imitated, and her two eyebrows wrinkled together.

Zhang Yi didn't have time to care about her, he jumped up and stood on the roof of the ancient temple, Zhang Yi always thought that he had seen the world, and he could calm down in the face of anything, but he was still completely shocked by the scene in front of him, the turbulent Funiu River seemed to vent the depression that had been suppressed by the river stone for thousands of years, and it was surging wantonly, and the white turbidity waves were rampant in this plain, and the houses collapsed everywhere, completely invincible.

On the occasion of Viking, the only way to find the eye of the stone henge in the pressure river is to invite the gods, first invite a mountain god to suppress the Funiu River for a day or two, and then think of future methods. We have to go through the things in front of us first, but where can the mountain god come to suppress such a turbulent river?

Zhang Yizhang took out a book, which followed him for many years, and recorded the gods and goddesses of mountains and rivers he saw along the way. Then he lit a stick of incense next to the book, and the green smoke rose in a curling curl, drifting in no direction, and finally the rune paper that was held in his hand began to burn, "Please, God." "A tall mountain god soon appeared behind him, pressing the river! When Zhang Yi pointed to the Funiu River, the rune paper suddenly burned out, and the phantom of the mountain god disappeared in an instant, and even the image of the landscape burned on the book disappeared, and he almost collapsed with a big gasp. He used the method of inviting the gods again, and the result was the same as before, the mountain god appeared quickly, but when he wanted to press the river, he quickly disappeared.

The water was about to reach his feet, and he gritted his teeth and slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist.

"The soul returns," Zhang Yi smeared his own blood on the long knife, and at the same time, the rune paper fell to the ground and spread out a magic circle. This is an ancient spiritualist ritual, which was unintentionally brought by Zhang Yi in an ancient book, passed on from the pre-Qin period, and most of the characters who were enshrined in the temples of various countries in the pre-Qin period, but because of the Qin Dynasty, they all became lonely souls, and gradually wore out their minds and souls in the vast expanse of history, and lost consciousness.

"The soul returns" Zhang Yi inserted the long knife soaked in his blood in the middle of the formation, and suddenly a fierce force shook his hand away, and he staggered backwards.

History seemed to repeat itself, and a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe with a half-rusty sword in his hand looked at Zhang Yizhang in front of him.

Zhang Yizhang recognized him as Honghong, the general who moved mountains and was enshrined by the Wei State during the Warring States Period, but this place was not the territory of the Wei State in ancient times, why did he summon him, and there was also a question about what was the price of summoning him?

"Pressing the River" Zhang Yi stretched out a hand and pointed in the direction of the Water Temple, just as Zhang Yi was about to take out the roulette wheel from behind his back to measure the position of the array eye, Honghong shook his sword and turned into a puff of smoke and floated towards the Water Temple

When he arrived at the gate of the temple, he looked up at the plaque with the word Jiuming written on it, as if he had thought of something, and stood for a long time.

Zhang Yi saw that the water potential still did not recede, and his heart became more and more anxious, and when he was about to ask God again, the water potential slowly receded.

Honghong looked at the statue in the water temple, "You have liked her for more than a thousand years, are you still liking her?" ”