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Without waiting for Chang Jin to answer, Huangfu Nanshan spoke again: "My old friend is a water ghost in the Prancing Horse River, who has been living at the bottom of the river for decades, and has never killed half of the people, but has saved hundreds of people intermittently, so he is grateful and sacrifices at home." The incense and fire power in the body all come from this. ”

"Oh?" Chang Jin was surprised when he heard this.

He had served as a land priest, so he naturally knew the origin of the water ghosts. Almost all of these ghosts drowned by accident before they died, their bodies sank to the bottom of the water and were devoured by fish and shrimp, and finally their skeletons were eroded by the spiritual power of real water.

If you want to resolve your resentment, you must find another substitute so that you can get rid of your resentment and be reincarnated.

As for why there is such a situation, Chang Jin doesn't know, he only knows that it is the iron rule of the underworld, just like the law of the world, and there is no need for a reason.

Huangfu Nanshan and Wang Mingtang met decades ago, when Huangfu Nanshan had not yet taken shape, and Wang Mingtang had just drowned. They hit it off at first sight, and later became confidants, and every once in a while, Emperor Fu Nanshan would bring some wine and food over to drink with Wang Mingtang.

One day after drinking, Wang Mingtang told him that he had been instructed by the land here, and that now his sins were full, and that a woman would cross the river and drown at noon tomorrow, and that was his substitute. When Wang Mingtang pours it in, as long as he hooks it into the water, he can get rid of his resentment and return to the underworld.

At noon the next day, Huangfu Nanshan came to the Prancing Horse River on time, and sure enough, he saw a middle-aged woman walking across the pontoon bridge with a baby in her arms. When the woman reached the middle of the pontoon, she stepped into the air and rolled into the river with the baby. When she fell into the water, the woman struggled to throw the baby onto the pontoon bridge and save her child's life.

It's just that after doing this, the woman has no strength, and is swept downstream by the rushing river, floating and sinking, and in the blink of an eye, she is a few feet away.

The child was left without a mother and was crying on the pontoon. Huangfu Nanshan was very unbearable when he saw this, and wanted to swim into the water to save the middle-aged woman, but he thought of Wang Mingtang's words and hesitated. He knew that if he saved the woman, his brother would not be able to return to the underworld without a substitute, and he could only continue to stay at the bottom of the Prancing Horse River and suffer from the spiritual power of the real water.

For a while, Huangfu Nanshan's heart was in turmoil, and when he was anxious, he saw a piece of driftwood floating upstream, and happened to rush to the woman's side. When the other party saw it, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and then swam to the shore.

When the woman got ashore, she hurried to the pontoon and picked up her baby and walked away.

At that time, Huangfu Nanshan was very surprised, and he didn't know why. The two got together in the evening, and he asked specifically.

Wang Mingtang told him that the woman during the day was indeed his stand-in, but when he saw the other party holding a baby in his arms, he really couldn't bear to hurt two lives for his own sake. That's why in the end, a piece of driftwood was sent to keep the middle-aged woman alive.

Later, he encountered several opportunities, but he couldn't bear to harm people's lives and gave them up.

Later, Wang Mingtang gave up the idea of reincarnation, stayed at the bottom of the Yuema River with peace of mind, and cruised Hanoi every day.

In the past few decades, Wang Mingtang has rescued hundreds of people. There are many people who have saved, and people have passed on the word of mouth, thinking that there is a blessing from the god of water in the river, and they have set up a god card at home to worship.

After listening to the detailed explanation of the emperor's staff, Chang Jin admired the water ghost named Wang Mingtang in front of him. Immediately got up and saluted: "Being a ghost can still do good, but being a man always does evil, so it seems that people are not as virtuous as the old man of the ghost king, please accept the worship of the late life"

Don't take evil as small, don't take good as small, good can lead to God. Wang Mingtang is not so much recognized by the people on both sides of the Yuema River as humane.

In fact, the so-called gods are not conclusive, whether they are demons or ghosts, as long as they enjoy the worship of mortals and get the power of incense, they can be called gods. It's just that now that the Dao Law is manifested, the Daoist Academy forcibly stipulates that the gods must be sealed by the Daoist Academy, which can be regarded as a righteous god, and the rest are evil gods and false gods.

"I can't help it, I can't help it" Wang Mingtang hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it. When he first arrived, he had already seen the extraordinaryness of the scholar.

It's just that Huangfu Nanshan has been talking about his own affairs, and he can't interrupt it. Only now did I find an opportunity to ask: "Outside, who is this son?"

"This is called Chang Yunsheng, a scholar who came to Wanshan Mansion to participate in the government examination, Yunsheng is talented, and now he is teaching Qingfeng Xiaoan to read. Huangfu Nanshan briefly introduced them to them.

After Wang Mingtang sat down, one person, one ghost and one demon began to eat and drink.

At the beginning, there was Chang Jin, an outsider, and the two of Huangfu Nanshan talked about strange things in the world.

Later, they had no scruples, and they knew everything about Chang Jin's questions. The three of them are not mortals, they don't care about the loss of time, and before they know it, it is the middle of the night.

Chang Jin still remembers the birthday of the water monarch a few days ago, he had visited the temple, and now the statue of the god is dilapidated, the incense is not condensed, and it is obvious that the god of Hebo has been lost.

However, it is strange that this place is not occupied by other water demons. Huangfu Nanshan and Wang Mingtang have lived in Wanshan Mansion for decades, so they should know this secret.

So he asked: "Do you know about the desecration of Hebo? I have been to the Hebo Temple, and now there are no gods occupying the Hebo Shrine, what is the reason?"

Hearing him mention the Blasphemy Water Monarch, the two glanced at each other, and then Wang Mingtang spoke: "So that Chang Gongzi knows that this is all a means of the Taoist Academy." The original Hebo in this place, named Jiang Zhu, was a great demon who had been cultivating in the water for hundreds of years. A few decades ago, Yuqing Dao rectified the water vein Shendao, and Jiang Zhu was enshrined as the Dushui River Bo, commanding hundreds of miles of the Dushui River, dozens of river gods, and thousands of water demons were all under his jurisdiction, and he was in the limelight for a while.

Later, somehow, Jiang Zhu offended Yuqing Dao. The Taoist Academy asked him to give up the priesthood of Hebo, but Jiang Zhu naturally refused, and the two sides fought from there. At that time, the Taoist Academy sent dozens of Taoists to besiege, and the river was defeated, and finally was knocked down from the god position and fled, and the river gods who were destroyed in this battle were not a few, and the entire Wanshan Mansion Water Vein Shendao was darkened, and it was only slightly restored in these years......

After the war, the Taoist Academy originally wanted to find another water demon to take up the position of Hebo, but it was afraid that the other party would rebel again, so Yu Crisp let the position of Hebo be suspended and was not sealed.

Over the years, there have been many unsightly water demons who want to occupy this place and enjoy the incense of the people, but they have all been killed by the Taoist Academy. For a long time, the demons in the desecrated river section knew that the incense of the Hebo Temple was prosperous, but no one dared to occupy it. ”

So that's the case, Chang Jin finally knew why there was such a situation in Hebo Temple, and every qiē was controlled by Yuqing Dao.

Why did the desecrated Hebo clash with the Taoist students, the two Huangfu Nanshan did not know. Chang Jin can guess one or two...... It's nothing more than incense.

Ten ** is that Yuqing Dao asked for incense too much, and Hebo couldn't bear it, so he would rebel. He had heard Ye Zongren mention before that seventy percent of the incense and spiritual power obtained by Shinto must be offered to the Taoist Academy, and the remaining thirty percent was for his own use.

In such exploitation, it is purely normal for the gods to rebel.

The more Chang Jin wants to know now what happened a thousand years ago, and finally caused the Taoist family to be dominant, the Shi family to avoid it, and the immortals became slaves.

However, Chang Jin did not ask Huangfu Yuanwai and Wang Mingtang, they had been practicing for less than a hundred years, and they should not know more than themselves.

While they were talking, an accident was taking place on the Dushui River, nearly 100 miles away.

The night was lonely, and it was pitch black. On the surface of the river, the cold water flows slowly.

On a wide river fifty miles away from Wanshanfu City, the waves suddenly rolled, and countless huge fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs appeared in the waves. On the wave at the front stood an old man in Tsing Yi. The old man had a pair of cunning triangular eyes, a half-rickety body, and a wooden staff that was pitch black in his hand.

On the waves behind him, there were also several water demons standing solemnly, as if waiting for the arrival of some big man.

The water demon phalanx at the back was a mess. Among them, the rolling demonic aura rose into the sky, almost covering the entire river surface.

The water demons waited for about two pillars of incense, and the old man in Tsing Yi was shocked, looked up into the distance, and then shouted excitedly: "Master Shuijun is back, Master Shuijun is back, let the little ones form a team, don't make noise"

"Command ......" Several generals received the order, immediately turned the wave, came to the team, and shouted loudly.

Those fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs quickly calmed down, and they all looked up into the distance.

I saw a huge wave of water rolling a few miles downstream, with a rumbling sound upstream. Although there are more shadows in the dark, there is no more to see. However, the water tribes are naturally sensitive to changes in the flow of water, and at this moment, they can clearly sense that the true water spiritual power under them is changing rapidly.

In a moment, the big wave had come to the eyes, two or three feet high.

At the front of the wave is a giant tortoise the size of a house. The giant tortoise has a dark green body and mysterious textures carved on its back, and in front of its shell is a huge head, twice as thick as a bucket for ordinary people, covered with green hair, and two coral-shaped forked horns.

On the back of the turtle, there stood a middle-aged man in a crown robe. The man put his hands behind his back and looked ahead, his eyes revealing majesty and domineering. The body rises and falls with the turbid waves, but it never shakes at all.

At this time, the old man in Tsing Yi on the opposite side hurriedly led several generals to kneel down and bow: "Weichen Qingyuan meets the master of the water monarch and welcomes the master of the water army back to his home."

"The little ones meet Master Shuijun......"

For a while, the water demons who had turned into shapes and could speak began to kneel and shout. The sound shook the sky, and it was transmitted seven or eight miles away.

"Well, you've suffered all these years. Get up, now follow me back to the house" Seeing his subordinates kneeling respectfully on the water, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

"Master Xie Shuijun......" In the uneven answer, the giant turtle took the lead, led the water demons down the waves, and ran straight to the bottom of the water.

Soon, the river was calm again, and it seemed that there had never been a single qiē.