"Heavenly product, it's very powerful." Bai Lan nodded and said, "A powerful cultivator can determine the rise and fall of a force, but it may not guarantee its longevity.

The Seven Gu Sects have been in turmoil in the world for more than 400 years, and the lives have been ruined, and it is time to put an end. You see, in the direction of the Seven Gu Sects, the calamity is like a tide, and the dead qi is entangled, can it last long? ”

Li Tianren looked northwest and wondered, "Why can't I see it?" ”

Bai Lan smiled, "That's because your cultivation is not enough." ”

He could see it because the white silk bundle with long eyes given by Liu Tianshuang removed the appearance of nothingness and allowed him to see the essence of qi.

……

The Great Jin Dynasty, starting from Jinjing, walked for two months before a team of hundreds of people came to the border, Qinan Prefecture.

At the foot of the mountain in Qinanzhou, a magnificent and tall temple has been built, but the temple plaque is still wrapped with red brocade cloth strips and cannot be seen.

The various halls, shrines, incense rooms, and temple disciples in the temple have been prepared, and many officials such as the governor and the general judge of Qinan Prefecture have stayed in Laozhuang Town at the foot of the mountain.

Laozhuang Town, decades ago has been called Zhuangjia Village, hundreds of years of the name, there are many officials' relatives ancestral homes in the village, the house built over time has long been comparable to a county town, there are many short-term unions gathered here to wait for the official family to recruit commissions, there are all kinds of merchants to set up stalls, people come and go, lively and extraordinary.

The only difference between this and the county seat is a wall and a moat.

Xu Daoyang, the governor of Qinan Prefecture, was accompanied by a group of officials and local officials, smiling and pointing out the prosperity of Laozhuang Town, the wide, neat and clean roads, the magnificent house compounds, and the private schools and schools with loud reading.

He praised: "This old town is really prosperous, and it is much better than several nearby counties." Mayor Mare, you've worked hard. ”

The mayor of Laozhuang Town hurriedly smiled and said: "Thank you Lord Zhizhou for your praise, this is also your good governance, and the governance of Qinan Prefecture in Nuoda is in good order, so that our officials can go up and down, and achieve national peace and security!" ”

Xu Daoyang couldn't help but smile on his face, "Mayor Zhang is too modest. I heard that the custom of worshiping Liu Xian is quite pursued here, and there are some customs of the Dragon Willow Society, I also suddenly received a notice from the capital to know that Liu Xian was sealed as a mountain god, Zhang Zhenchang as a local official, I think I should know a lot of legends of Liu Xian, why don't you tell us about it?

It is also good for us to know the temperament of this new mountain god, and if we are lucky enough to meet it in the future, it will be convenient to make friends. ”

When Mayor Zhang heard this, he hurriedly said: "Since Lord Zhizhou asked, then the lower official must know everything." But these things are a long story......"

"Hehe, don't worry, then let's go back to the post station and listen slowly."

So the group returned to the post station leisurely, and the old mayor also began to tell the story of Liu Xian.

His voice, like that of an old farmer, echoed in this quiet post station and entered the hearts of everyone present.

"Legend has it that 500 years ago, when the old Zhuang town was still called Zhuangjia Village, many people who moved from the north merged into this old village.

One year, two young men who went up to the mountains to hunt saw a big white python, and in broad daylight, they could swallow a big eagle with spread wings.

Later, there was a group of people who went into the mountain to find what snake gall, I heard that they were still martial arts masters, but it was a pity that twenty or thirty people entered the mountain, and I didn't see a single person come out.

And one more time......

I once heard my grandmother tell her that her grandmother had also seen Liu Xianpan cultivating in the clouds and mist on the mountain, and two or three hundred years ago, there were many old people who invited people to learn these strange stories and made a book, called Liu Xianzhi.

But then the book was passed down for a few generations and was lost, our old Zhuang Town Zhao Wang Zhang Li worshiped Liu Xian for generations, and there were gradually people in the village who became officials, and they were admitted to the people, and even a Jinshi in high school last year!

Our old Zhuang town is an old place, and there are many things that are hundreds of years old. Over the past few years, the literary style in the village has gradually flourished, and the scholars have been stubble after stubble, and there are more than two or three hundred people who have become seven-grade officials, and the village has gradually changed from a wilderness village to such a prosperous appearance now, and we all think that this is the blessing of Liu Xian for generations.

There may be no taboos elsewhere, but here we have gods! ”

"Whew~" The mountain wind blew, and the sky was gloomy.

With the old voice of Mayor Zhang fell, the thunder roared, the summer rain poured, the mountains in the distance were boundless, and there was a demon fairy living in the deep mountains for hundreds of years, which made people feel awe-inspired, and everyone in the house fell into a trance.

……

Bai Lan held up an oil-paper umbrella, pinned a long flute to his waist, and walked in the heavy rain like a figure that did not look like a real person.

He stood in front of the tall mountain temple, the red silk cloth wrapped in the plaque could not read the words clearly, but Bai Lan could see clearly, and the words "Yushan Temple" were engraved on it.

It was also stamped with a jade seal, which was thought to be the seal of the Holy Emperor.

The temple door was not opened, and an old man in cloth clothes sat under the eaves of the temple, and saw a white figure holding a cyan oil-paper umbrella across the courtyard.

He was slightly stunned, slowly stood up, opened a big umbrella and walked to the temple gate, and saw Bai Lan.

The old man's face was stunned, he rubbed his eyes, and looked at Bai Lan's handsome face that was not like a mortal, and his voice trembled, "Ling..."

He swallowed and regrouped the language in an incredulous and excited tone, "You... You are..."

Bai Lan smiled: "I am a guest in the mountains, and I saw this new temple in the heavy rain, so I thought about taking shelter from the rain, I don't know if it is convenient?" ”

The old man trembled his hands and nodded fiercely: "Convenient!" Convenient! You please come in! ”

He hurriedly opened the two doors to the maximum, stood in front of the door and stretched out his hand to greet him, "Please." ”

Bai Lan nodded, held an umbrella and walked into the gate of the temple, walked through the courtyard with the sound of rain, the water under his feet flowed downstream, the antique courtyard was arranged, the sky was boxy, a huge incense burner was placed in the middle of the courtyard, and there was a large hall opposite, because it did not welcome guests. Four of the seven doors were closed, and only the middle three were open.

The old man stood behind him with a big umbrella, not daring to say a word, and the rain flowed down the umbrella bone and hit the bluestone slab on the ground, making a crisp ticking sound.

Bai Lan took the umbrella, walked into the main hall, looked up and saw the statue of the god that was seven or eight points similar to his appearance, this is a statue of the two gods carved out of jade, one hand in the hall holding a bottle and one hand sealing, a golden spotted leopard under him, surrounded by a stone carved white snake.

However, although the statue is tall, its eyes are blank, making it look a little dull.

Bai Lan raised his head and looked at the statue, and his pupils lit up and turned into gold in an instant, and the eyes of the statue seemed to have brilliance, like a god overlooking the world, through good and evil hypocrisy and penetrating the heart, making people dare not look at it.

He turned around and asked, "Are you a temple watcher?" ”

The old man hurriedly arched his hand and said: "The villain is just a gatekeeper, and the main thing in the temple is those officials from the government, they are all resting in the back wing, why don't I call them all out?" ”

"No need." Bai Lan shook his head, "They're already here." ”

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man in an official uniform walked by with two guards, and when he saw the wide open temple door, he couldn't help but scold: "Old man Wang, why are you opening such a big door on this rainy day?" ”

The old man hurriedly lowered his voice slightly and said, "Lord Song, there is... Someone's coming. ”

"Huh? What? Someone's coming? Who will come to the mountains on this rainy day? Isn't it a thief? The man walked into the hall curiously, and saw Bai Lanleng and said: "There are really people here, but our temple has not opened today, hurry up and go down the mountain, where is the scholar, this mountain temple is also you can come?" ”

He said disapprerovingly, but the two guards behind him had already changed their faces, and they stammered nervously: "Old... Sir, he ...... He..."

"What is he? If you have something to say, you can swallow it. Song Yuquan glared at the two guards.

"Old... Sir, look up at the statue. ”

One of the guards said nervously.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuquan looked up when he heard this, and he was suddenly startled at this sight, as if two statues of gods were standing in front of him, one big and one small, one false and one true.

"You... Who are you? Song Yuquan pointed at Bai Lan in horror.

"I'm just coming to see for myself." Bai Lan said lightly.

With a "poof", the old man knelt beside Bai Lan, "The villain greets Liu Xian!" ”

"Liu Xian?" Song Yuquan was stunned, and the two guards beside him also knelt down in shock.

Bai Lan asked, "What are you sent by the imperial court for?" ”

Song Yuquan's upper teeth touched his lower teeth, and his tone trembled slightly: "This official..., I was sent by the imperial court to take charge of the incense and silver coins of the mountain temple." ”

"What about the guys in the backyard?"

"They... They presided over the daily sacrifices and operations of the mountain temple. ”

"Is it that all the mountain temples and river temples have sent officials to preside over like this?"

"It's... Yes, according to the law of our Great Jin Dynasty, all temples of mountains and rivers and places of faith must be sent to the Ministry of Rites to take charge. Song Yuquan said nervously.

Bai Lan nodded and said to himself, "I see."

In the future, he presided over the sacrifices in this mountain temple. ”

He asked the old man, "What's your name?" ”

The old man said excitedly: "Disciple Wang Yuansheng, the thirty-first generation of the disciple of the horse, because of the discord in his birth, he did not get married to the immortal family, so he could not become a disciple of the horse and go to the Tianlan country, so he could only stay here for the rest of his life." ”

Bai Lan asked lightly: "Didn't the disciples leave behind?" ”

Wang Yuansheng only felt that the air around him suddenly became cold, and he trembled: "As far as the villain knows, more than thirty disciples of the horses have all gone to Tianlan Country, and none of them have returned. ”

Bai Lan stretched out his hand and touched his eyebrows, Wang Yuansheng only felt that his whole body was full of strength, and he consciously sensed that a majestic statue of Liu Xian had some kind of inexplicable connection with him.

"In the future, you will be the temple of this mountain temple, and you will also be the head of Liu Xian's horse hall."

Wang Yuansheng was stunned for a moment, stunned, and then reacted and hurriedly bowed down and kowtowed again: "The disciple obeys Liu Xian's order!" ”

Bai Lan sighed: "In the world's thirty years, people's hearts have become ancient. Wealth is moving, and the ancestral training is unguarded. ”

He opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain of a faint smoke screen, and his figure gradually drifted away, overlapping with the distant mountains of the sky and rain curtain.

(End of chapter)