Although the time is in a hurry, but with the efforts of thousands of people, the river god altar was built in just a few days, the whole is built with soil, tied with various strips, covered with colored paper, four dragon pillars stand in the four sides of the altar, a green dragon coils around the altar, it looks quite imposing.

Yang Chenyu nodded, these villagers are attentive, sincerity is not an empty word, there are more than 10,000 people gathered on the riverside, and the expectations of these villagers for the river god have turned into a trace of incense The power of incense has gathered on the Xiangshui River, almost dissipating most of the dead air on the river.

Of course, it would be better if these villagers could go to Qinglongguan to take a stick of incense, after all, for a low-level person like Yang Chenyu, when sandalwood burns, the power of incense emitted by believers can be more effectively absorbed by Yang Chenyu.

"Daoist Yang is here!"

The sharp-eyed villagers saw Yang Chenyu coming at first sight, and with this scream, the noisy noise around the riverside suddenly quieted down, and then became even more noisy.

Listening carefully, you can find that those villagers are preaching some rumors about Yang Daochang around, what kind of runic water saved the old man of the Wang family who was suffering from stomach cancer, etc., of course, there are some of them that are purely made up and boasted by the villagers themselves, in order to show their erudition and broadness, and bluff those villagers who listen attentively.

Not to mention the discussion and exclamations among the villagers, after discovering that Yang Daochang arrived, more than ten village chiefs and villagers who were responsible for the river god sacrifice hurriedly greeted them, sweating profusely, and they couldn't help but feel that they were not so.

Fortunately, the villagers present understand that today is the first time in decades that the river god is sacrificed, which is a major event related to the harvest of their fields, and the villagers are simple and have some reverence for the river god, so even if there are tens of thousands of people gathered on the riverside, there is no big basket.

"Daoist Yang, I've finally waited for you to come. ”

The old man at the head smiled with a relieved tone with a tired face.

Yes, everything is ready only to owe Dongfeng, and his own things are done, and then it depends on whether this Yang Daochang is as powerful as rumored, but he has put his reputation in this lifetime on this river god sacrifice, if something goes wrong, I really don't know what to do with the rest of my life, and it is estimated that the spittle of the villagers can drown themselves.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the old benefactor has worked hard, I don't know if the three animal fruits used in the sacrifice are ready?"

Yang Chenyu smiled and nodded to those tired villagers, then asked softly.

"Ready, ready, and the best sandalwood yellow paper incense candles bought from the county seat. ”

With the old man's words, Yang Chenyu's eyes fell on the altar, at this time a group of young men were placing the three animals of the cow's head, the sheep's head, and the pig's head in front of the incense table on the altar.

"That's very good!" Yang Chenyu nodded, and then walked lightly onto the altar. Today's Yang Chenyu can be regarded as light as a swallow, his toes are three feet off the ground with a slight touch, and then his body comes to the incense case lightly, causing the surrounding villagers to marvel.

"What a master!"

"I've said a long time ago, Daoist Yang of the Qinglong Temple is a master who has been enlightened by the river god, don't you believe it?!"

Regardless of the opinions under the altar, Yang Chenyu gently shook the dust, only to hear a thud, and the incense candles around the altar were instantly lit, making the vicinity of the altar even hotter, and forcing the villagers who were close to the altar to exclaim, and then involuntarily left away.

Seeing the strange changes that appeared after Yang Chenyu went up to the altar, the villagers who had done this sacrifice suddenly settled down, Yang Daochang is really boundless, it seems that the villagers in these ten miles and eight towns can get their wishes.

Putting down the dust and lighting three sandalwood sticks into the incense burner, Yang Chenyu closed his eyes and felt the power of the incense that began to gather on the altar.

The power of the incense produced by these tens of thousands of people was like a wisp of white smoke, emerging from the dense heads of people, and then like a moth to a fire, it converged towards Yang Chenyu, and in just a moment, the altar was shrouded in the power of countless incense.

The power of these incense is at least white, and some of them are cyan, but it makes Yang Chenyu have some surprises, it seems that this drought has made the villagers miserable, otherwise how can it be so in such an end of the law era where there are no gods, the way of heaven is not revealed, and everyone does not respect ghosts and gods?

Most of the believers who come to Qinglongguan to pray for blessings are yellow, and occasionally some white is rare.

After absorbing some of the power of incense, Yang Chenyu shook his right hand, took out the pen of the edict, blended the cinnabar into the liquor, and spread the three pieces of yellow paper on the incense case, the pen of the edict was lightly touched on the melted cinnabar, and then the pen of the edict was poured with mana and waved it on the yellow paper.

What needs to be explained here is that although Yang Chenyu is a river god, his foundation has not yet been tightened, and his mana is not abundant, so he can't be like those river gods in ancient times.

Yang Chenyu must draw three talismans with the help of the pen of the edict before he can do the method of making wind and rain.

The first talisman is a wind talisman, which is composed of thirty-six cloud patterns, but Yang Chenyu has just drawn the third cloud pattern, and the incomparable mana in his body before is exhausted, which makes Yang Chenyu have to continue to absorb the power of the incense that permeates the altar.

A large amount of incense power poured into Yang Chenyu's body like a tide, converging towards the spirit pool, and the crimson talisman hanging above the spirit pool shook slightly, and the power of the smoke-like incense was condensed into crimson water droplets and fell into the spirit pool in an instant.

At this time, the spirit pool was already in a dry state due to Yang Chenyu's exhaustion of mana, and the small spring water flowing from an inexplicable place could not make the spirit pool moisturize for half a minute.

And with the condensation of the power of the incense, every three hundred wisps of white incense power turned into a drop of red water, and only then did it begin to moisten the spiritual pool.

As the dry spirit pool was gradually moistened, a trace of mana began to be generated in Yang Chenyu's body, after three or five breaths, Yang Chenyu opened his closed eyes, and the pen of the edict continued to depict, each stroke quickly consumed the mana that Yang Chenyu had just condensed, and as he continued to absorb the power of incense, the crimson edict in Yang Chenyu's mind also continued to give birth to mana, maintaining this huge consumption.

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