A palace serves a 'department' of heavenly gods, and 365 'Qingfu righteous gods' are divided into a magnificent palace and temple towering above the clouds according to their duties, which makes people look like a real reproduction of the 'heavenly palace' at first glance.

Zhang Muzi opened his mouth wide in shock, and stood for a while in the vestibule of the temple, which was at least a kilometer in size, and couldn't help but exclaim in his mouth: "Li, Priest Li, the scale of this temple is really exaggerated, or it is built on the top of the mountain, it must have taken a lot of effort to build, and there will be incense to build the temple so high?"

"Yes, Shaogongjun's palace temple was built intermittently for more than 20 years before it finally succeeded," Li Nanhe in front replied respectfully: "As for incense, there are 12,000 households on the island, and more than 60,000 believers of 'Qingfu Zhengshen' have to come to the incense at least once or twice a month to pray for blessings." ”

"Wow," Zhang Muzi opened his mouth wide in surprise and begged, "Can you wait a minute, I want to go into the temple to have a look." ”

"Yes. Li Nanhe said and changed to a posture of standing with his hands down, waiting aside, Zhang Muzi strolled into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and after entering the three incense sticks by the candle on the offering table, he wandered around for a while, and then walked out satisfied, followed by the five old men, and continued to walk towards the temple.

Since ancient times, the Chinese temple has been worshipping the gods in the front garden, and the people live along the trail of white marble, leaving a temple built in the most remote place behind, passing through a full moon-shaped arch, and going on a bluestone slab ramp that can be used for three or four people in parallel.

Three or four hundred meters later, when he walked to the end of the stone road, Zhang Muzi suddenly felt that his vision suddenly opened up, and an ancient Chinese courtyard with rockeries, springs, pavilions and pavilions broke into his eyes.

Looking at the gorgeous residence in front of him that seems to be the ancient Chinese dignitaries and dignitaries in a historical drama, and the many old people standing in it wearing clean gowns and long pleated skirts, there are men and women, and they have experienced too many surprising things in just a few hours, so that Zhang Muzi, who is a little numb, can't help but be stunned again.

Seeing him in a daze without moving or saying a word, Li Nanhe, who guessed his intentions, stepped forward and explained in a low voice: "Shaogongjun, many retired old people who have reached the age of sixty-five in Shenluo hope to concentrate on serving the gods and praying for their descendants and accumulating merit for the next life. ”

"Their intentions are indeed very good," Zhang Muzi couldn't help but point to the old people and said, "But at the age of sixty-five or older, is it okay to go to the temple built on a two-thousand-meter-high mountain to do chores?"

"Shenluo is a blessed place of 'pure blessing and righteous gods', and there are many centenarians, and people in their sixties and seventies can still do some chores. Lee Nam-hyuk respectfully explained again.

"That's good," Zhang Muzi, who felt that he had nothing to say, nodded and said, "Divine Officer Li, I seem to have heard you say that there is a hot spring here, can you take me there, I'm a little tired, I want to soak in the soup and rest early." ”

"Young Palace Master, you have heard me, there are no hot springs on Tiangong Mountain, only two clear cold springs, one is our water source;

The other is surrounded by the old palace gentleman with bluestone, and it warms up after soaking the hot pebbles, which can also soak in the hot spring, and it is more comfortable and invigorating than the hot spring. Li Nanhe said and guided Zhang Muzi to the highest place, hanging at the top of Tiangong Mountain, overlooking the infinite vision until the sea and air are connected, next to only a quaint three-story wooden building as a companion stone spring.

In the spring water, there are countless egg-sized round and white pebbles 'clattering...' bubbling small bubbles, and at the same time, beside a stone pit not far away that is lit with a raging fire, several old people are throwing baskets of washed pebbles into it, burning red.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muzi only felt that everything he saw was absurd, but he didn't want to raise objections in vain, so he only smiled wryly and muttered, "This is a warm island, am I the only one who knows that there is a thing in the world called 'solar water heater'...", took off his clothes, only his shorts were left to measure the temperature of the water with his feet, and jumped into the spring.

After a hurried bath, he was led by Li Nanhe into the three-story bedroom of the clumsy and huge wooden building next to him, and fell asleep.

In the days that followed, Zhang Muzi stayed in the palace temple on the top of Tiangong Mountain every morning, in the name of meditation and practice, sensing the movement of 'gray paste' in the deep sea for a while;

From time to time, the managers who manage the properties of various parts of the island meet and come into contact, and they enjoy all kinds of delicacies and delicacies, and by the way, they travel to the beautiful 'Shenluo'.

The human heart is the most subtle, depending on the situation, sometimes overly persistent, sometimes extremely fickle.

Similarly, if a person is reduced from being rich and wealthy to abject poverty or well-off, he is likely to miss his rich and noble days for months, years, or even more than ten years, or all his life;

But if you are tired of hardship or food and clothing, and become a human being in one fell swoop, then you can barely maintain your true colors in the first three or five days, but you will soon get used to the noble life, and it is difficult to remember the previous dull and ordinary days, and Zhang Muzi is like this.

At this time, all the land and property on Shenla Island belonged to him alone;

Most of the tens of thousands of families living on the island are followers of the 'Xingtian Palace', and each family has at least one person working for Zhang Muzi to support his family.

At first, he was still very uncomfortable with this respectful and exaggerated attitude of others, and sometimes he even seemed a little panicked, but after a long time, he got used to it, and gradually he really felt that since he could ask the 'Qingfu Zhengshen' to possess him, of course, he was the spokesman of the gods in the world, and it was a matter of course for the believers to bow and worship.

Subtly, Zhang Muzi became more and more familiar with and experienced the happiness of being a superior, and his speech and demeanor even began to unconsciously show an invisible majesty and domineering temperament.

In the blink of an eye, he had been on Shenluo Island for more than a week, and on this day he slept until three poles above sun, and Zhang Muzi woke up on the top floor of the wooden building at the highest point of the 'Xingtian Palace'.

Yawning, he jumped down from the huge bamboo bed of length and width, casually put on a silk robe embroidered with a faint palace outline pattern in the starry sky intertwined with the clouds, and strolled to the window, which was completely shaped like an ancient Chinese style except for glass, and supported the window with a bamboo pole.

Suddenly, a slightly warm island mountain breeze gently flowed into the wooden building, making Zhang Muzi feel comfortable all over his body.

Take a deep breath and look at the white beaches, the shallow blue ocean and the small fishing boats and pleasure boats floating with the waves;

Looking at the strange rocks and trees in the mountains that seemed to be just a stone's throw away, a nameless feeling inexplicably rose in his heart, and he couldn't help opening his mouth but couldn't speak.

"If I learn 'Chinese Studies' well, maybe I will write a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages," Standing in front of the window for a long time and unable to spit out a word, Zhang Muzi shook his head regretfully and muttered to himself: "But there is nothing to be happy about really becoming a great poet."

Their days are not as comfortable and sacred as mine...", he said as he smiled comfortably again, and turned and strolled downstairs.

At this time, according to the practice of more than ten days, the atrium on the first floor of the wooden building should have been placed with a table full of seafood and game, but when he came to the first floor today, Zhang Muzi found that there was nothing on the dining table, and only a familiar and old figure was waiting for him.

"Grandpa, why did you come suddenly, did you arrive with my father and mother, where are they?" his eyes lit up, and he rushed down the stairs, Zhang Muzi quickly ran to the old man who was sitting on a wooden chair against the wall in the middle hall, smoking a cigarette, and shouted loudly in surprise.

"It's Azu who came by himself, your father and mother are still dealing with things in the 'round platform', and it will take another two or three days to come over," Li Shansan grinned unusually vigorously, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Cub, how is it, is this inheritance I left to you okay with Azu?"

"I've been so happy these days that I'm about to explode, you see, I have gained a whole circle by eating seafood every day and playing everywhere," Zhang Muzi smiled and lowered his voice and said: "Grandpa really can't imagine that you can open the palace temple in the 'Han Dynasty' like this, this kind of 'scale', to be honest, I used to think that the 'Qingfu Zhengshen' spirit is supernatural, but always, always..."

"It's always the 'tools' that we mages use, even if we sometimes feel unhappy and secretly scold them, they are unconscious, nothing too big is it, right," Li Shansan's smile also lowered his voice, interrupting what Zhang Muzi thought of but didn't dare to say, "Little cub, you used to think like that."

I don't know about other mages, but for our lineage, 'Qingfu Zhengshen' is just a 'tool' for our ancestors to create a zào to accumulate wealth and gather momentum.

The second is that I am afraid that you will really be in awe of the 'Qingfu Zhengshen', and you will be restrained in the future, so you must use the 'ancestral method' to see the clouds and mountains, so that you can master the real 'art of exorcism'. ”