"Luban?"

"Exactly!"

Shi Gong stroked his palm and said: "The son of the public is the ancestor of the world's craftsmen, and the people of Shoushan have many worships. If the mountain god repairs the temple, he may be able to give up a piece of green tiles and invite the prince into the temple, which is to vote for his favor, and it is also the best of both worlds. ”

Mo Chuan's eyes lit up and he praised: "Shi Gong's words are very good! ”

But no, if there was no hint from Shi Gong, Mo Chuan really couldn't have thought of this.

Invite Luban into the temple, and when the Shoushan stonemasons worship Luban, won't they worship the mountain god?

- Anyway, it's not a hassle, it's a convenient thing. In this way, it is a win-win situation.

Shi Gong was overjoyed: "Lord Mountain God praises falsely! If you invite the public to lose, Mr. Lei Jun may also be invited into the temple. Lei Jun once ruled the villains in the mountains, got the incense of the townspeople, and was also eligible to get a piece of green tile. ”

Mo Chuan's smile converged and looked directly at Shi Gong.

Shi Gong was inexplicably seen, and he fidgeted, as if he had thought of something in his heart, and he had the heart to defend himself, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Shigong is good, if the temple is erected, there should be a Shigong incense burner."

After a long time, Mo Chuan promised in a deep voice.

When Shi Gong heard this, he chuckled in his heart.

Oh no, Lord Mountain God doesn't think that my ultimate goal in listing Gong's Lost Son and Lei Jun is to carry myself into the temple, right?

Thinking of this, Shi Gong was anxious, and subconsciously wanted to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he thought about it, and forgot it.

This kind of thing will only get more and more unclear the more you explain it.

"Little God, Lord Xie Shanshen, love!"

Shi Gong got up and bowed his hands.

"Go ahead! If there is a situation in the mountains, please inform the god at any time. ”

"Yes!"

Shi Gong bowed, turned around and was about to leave, thought about it, and turned back to his steps.

"Lord Mountain God, there was an incident in Shoushan Town recently, I don't know if to talk about it?"

"Speak!"

"Recently, there are often townspeople who come and go to the shrine of Lei Jun to offer incense and pray, bluntly saying that there is a problem with the waterway, and the boat people ask for a high price, so that the stone tools are backlogged and miserable! The mana of the little god was meager, and the possessed birds inquired, and faintly heard that the Chengye River in the lower reaches of Shoushan was making trouble with the water demon, which caused the water money to rise sharply and affected the business of Shoushan. ”

Shi Gong hurriedly said concisely and concisely, and told the rumors one by one.

"Chengye River, water demon?"

Mo Chuan frowned, he was about to develop Shoushan, but he didn't expect to meet a moth.

"God knows."

"Little god farewell!"

Shi Gong didn't dare to ask Lord Mountain God if he would handle this matter, so he hurriedly bowed down and resigned.

Mo Chuan groaned slightly, and knocked on the table again.

After a while, the red-clothed ghost Wang Yingying came, and Ying Ying bowed: "The little woman has seen the mountain god!" ”

"Has this skin ever affected your strength?"

"Thanks to the care of the mountain god, this little woman with a skin is very comfortable to use."

"That's good! This god remembers that when I first saw you, I lived in Hantan, what is the secret of it? ”

"Let the mountain god laugh, it's just that the little woman feels full of filth, so she uses the water of the cold pool to cleanse herself!"

"I see, it's over, don't dwell on it. I heard that the Chengye River is making trouble with the water demon, and the water is not very familiar with the gods, so you can go with the gods or need you to take action. ”

Mo Chuan said generously.

Since he is a mountain god, he is not good at water law, which is really normal.

Although he is in charge of the "art of drinking water", it is enough if this technique does not move, and if it moves, it is huge, and it is too ostentatious to swallow the Chengye River.

It's better to keep a low profile now.

Shi Gong once said that the woman in red has half a Jiazi Tao, but Mo Chuan can hug her old lover Zhao Jincao when she looks at it, and the Tao is better than Jiazi.

With the special power of the four ghosts of the Daomen, it should not be a problem to deal with ordinary demons.

"The mountain god has a call, and the concubine will never give up."

The woman in red looked solemn when she heard this, and made a blessing salute.

"It's inconvenient to walk in the world as a ghost, so you can go into this umbrella!"

Mo Chuan said, stretched out his hand and shook it, and an oil-paper umbrella fell into his palm.

This is one of the Ownerless Collections.

It's not a magic weapon, but the workmanship is quite good, and it is enough to shelter from the wind and rain, and it is more than enough to cover up the ghosts.

"Yes!"

Seeing this, the woman in red immediately turned into a streamer and fell into the umbrella.

Mo Chuan revealed his true appearance, put the oil-paper umbrella in the crook of his arm, and was looking for an incense stick to cut shortcuts.

After searching for a while, I couldn't find incense, so I had to walk away.

……

……

Chengye River is located in the east of Shoushan, is a branch vein, flows through the three cities of Fengchao, Yan and Kemao, and joins the Dongyu River!

Among them, Yancheng is the closest to Shoushan Town.

Shoushan commodities also depart from Yancheng Port and flow to the south and north of the world.

Today, Yancheng Port is as good as in the past, with a lot of people, and there is an endless stream of porters and carts.

From time to time, when a ship docked, the porter immediately swarmed up, shouting and rushing to live.

There are also ships ready to set off, offering incense on the offerings, and several yellow-robed Taoist priests standing in front of the desk, chanting words, or sprinkling charms and water, or waving dust, and setting up altars.

"Dare to ask my brother, which way of immortal is this worshipping?"

A porter who was resting while holding a flat pole and watching the excitement suddenly heard the sound of inquiry in his ears, and when he looked back, he saw a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi with red lips and white teeth, who was asking questions.

"Sacrifice to ghosts! Dao Ye doesn't know, recently there are haunted ghosts in the river, and the boat does not worship, and eight or nine out of ten boats overturn and spill! “

The porter spoke with a local accent and spittle.

"And this?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi looked surprised.

"No, there have been five accidents this month, including the helmsman who has been running for 20 years!"

The porter looked embarrassed.

"There are no Taoist monks around here to take care of it?"

"Well, don't you take care of this?"

The porter snorted to the Taoist priests who were setting up an altar to cast spells.

When Mo Chuan came, he had already seen the method of refining the gods and controlling qi, and knew that those few were either liars, or disciples of the Taoist temple who did not enter the stream.

'The Tao is declining? Why don't those palaces spread out here? ’

Mo Chuan muttered in his heart.

"Master Dao, is this going to take a boat?"

"Yes, dare to ask the little brother if he has any recommendations?"

"Yes, yes, I know a captain, it's cheap, and the boat is good, so I'm sure to send the Taoist master to the destination."

"Oh, this relationship is good, please introduce one or two to my brother."

Mo Chuan's face was overjoyed, and he gave his hand again and again.

Immediately, in the warm introduction of the porter, he passed through the lively harbor and stopped by an inconspicuous shoal next to the port.

Mo Chuan took a look, and saw a ferry boat with a flat and tattered bow on the shallows, quietly docked on the riverbank.

At the bow of the boat, an old man is sorting out the fishing nets, and he seems to be wearing many hats.

On the shore, there were already several people standing waiting to cross the river.

As soon as Mo Chuan approached, he heard a whisper:

"Mother, let's change the boat, this ...... It's so secluded, it can't be a water bandit, right? ”

Water bandits?

Tsk, this feeling is good.

"Master Dao, let me tell you, this captain is famous in our ten miles and eight towns......"

"That's it, how much?"

"Huh?"

The porter, who was afraid that the guests would run away and was ready to make a big splash, was stunned when he heard the words.

(End of chapter)