"What a luxury!"

Yang Ji sighed in his heart, feeling that this underground temple was becoming more and more mysterious.

A man-high censer fell to the ground, torn apart, and the ashes were scattered on the ground. Yang Ji stepped over the incense burner, crossed two broken walls, and arrived at a side hall.

An old sandalwood shrine fell to the ground, and the four severed legs and feet had weathered, and it seemed that they would turn into powder if they were touched. Around the shrine, patches of fingernail-sized, gold-plated mud tires were scattered on the ground.

"There is still a god-servant!"

Yang Ji leaned over and picked up a piece of mud tire, looked at it, and became more and more confused in his heart.

The clay fetus on the ground is a fragment of an idol that is supposed to be a "god-servant", which is a guardian and worship of the gods, and is a servant of the gods.

In the temple of the Han Dynasty, a god only enjoys a side of incense, and there are few "serving gods" in the temple. On the one hand, it is naturally because of the belief of one party and the limited incense, and on the other hand, because the "serving gods" will share the incense of the gods.

A "god" who can have a "god of service" and does not mind that he can enjoy incense in the side hall is absolutely powerful.

"It's a pity, no matter how powerful it is, it's already a thing of the past. ”

Yang Ji muttered, sighing in his heart.

In the long river of time, I don't know how many heroes and giants have been buried. No matter how powerful this god used to be, it is now gone.

And the dilapidated temple in front of them, this collapsed shrine, is the best portrayal of their fate.

"Sizzle!"

A low whine like a gust of wind came from the side, and Yang Ji followed the voice and looked over. In the corner of this side hall saw the white "ancient armadillo".

It lay in the corner of the side hall, motionless, merging with the entire underground temple. When Yang Ji looked over, it was also looking up at Yang Ji.

There was a calm in those golden eyes. That is, there is no running, and there is no fear. It looked at Yang Ji's gaze as if it were looking at something else in the temple, without the slightest area.

"This is where it was born. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

He originally came for this ancient armadillo, and traveled all the way through the strata for hundreds of miles. But at this time, see that calm gaze. I don't know why, but I can't get the slightest thought of catching it.

"Da!"

Yang Ji raised his head, ignored the ancient armadillo on his head, held the flame and the two beads of Tao, and continued to move forward. Behind the side hall, the main hall is connected.

Yang Ji crossed a doorless threshold and arrived at the main hall behind. Most of the main hall has collapsed, and only a small half of the ruins remain, but you can still see the grandeur and atmosphere of the past.

The center of the main hall. There is a plaque with a black background and vermilion lacquer that is one foot wide and six feet long. Yang Ji raised his head and found that the vermilion lacquer on it had fallen off. Only the last few words are faintly recognized.

“...... Niangniang Temple!"

Yang Ji read it softly.

The word is an ancient seal, the first two words have fallen off, and the time is long, and the damage is so bad, Yang Ji can't recognize it.

"It turned out to be a temple of goddesses. ”

Yang Ji was secretly surprised.

Female temples are rare. Just as most clans generally worship male ancestors, there were relatively few female deities in the Han Dynasty.

On the left side of the plaque is a pillar with a black lacquered bottom the thickness of a sea bowl. On the pillar is a row of words. The font is also mottled. Yang Ji walked over and looked at it carefully, and vaguely recognized the words on it:

Ze was admired by all the people. ”

The font is still the ancient seal. It is not the same as the Dahan script that prevails now.

Next to the pillar, the shrine has collapsed. There were some dark red silk cloths a few feet long and wide, or rolled like Shu, sprinkled on the ground.

The silk cloth has weathered and will shatter when touched.

Yang Ji didn't dare to move and walked over. I squatted down next to it and took a closer look, and found that it was sprinkled with specks of chicken blood, all of which were prayers written to the gods. The content is basically words of gratitude to the gods, such as "the wind and rain are smooth", "the harvest of the five grains", "the river is on the side", "help the suffering", "protect the common people", and so on.

"This god is so popular!!

Yang Ji was secretly surprised.

The Iron Crown Sect also has an ancestral hall.

All the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect will go to the Patriarch's Hall to offer incense. But no one will go to the patriarch's hall to write "prayers" and offer "prayers".

The statue of the ancestor of the Iron Crown Sect is majestic, like a prison. Take a look up. It's as if the patriarch is looking at him, and he wants to reprimand him angrily

For the patriarchs, they don't need any love at all. All they need is incense and awe.

It is incredible that this temple can win the love of so many people in the local area, and the "prayer" is offered!

Yang Ji knew that this temple might be a little different from what he thought.

As long as you get the canonization of the imperial court, you can enjoy the incense offering and collect the power of faith.

This also means that most of the gods need only reverence and the belief that comes from it, and they don't need any popular love at all.

It is extremely difficult for the gods of this temple to be so loved by the people, and they have definitely done a lot of practical things.

Yang Ji remembered the "rafters" he saw when he came over. It is very likely that the rafters of the golden silk nanmu were offered by the people in the vicinity.

It is a great waste to make rafters from golden silk nanmu, and the remaining wood is basically wasted.

Let the common people willingly use the nearby golden silk nanmu to make rafters, which can also be seen that this temple was loved and welcomed by the people at that time.

Yang Ji thought of this time, and then looked up at this temple, and his heart suddenly felt awe.

A god who can be surrounded by one side and protect all the people is definitely worthy of respect.

Yang Ji took a turn in the hall, and there were not many things left in the entire hall. In addition to prayers, there are also "yin texts" scattered all over the ground.

This is a kind of writing on yellow paper, which is written by some believers to the gods personally, and it is also an expression of gratitude, but it is not as solemn as a "prayer".

And other than that, there wasn't much left in the entire temple.

After Yang Ji looked at the entire temple inside and out, he sat on the ground and thought secretly. Clam up.

Red Prayer ...... The earth is full of yin...... Collapsed shrine...... Glazed tiles with a bizarre style...... Serving the gods who enjoy the incense...... , and the white armadillo that makes this place their home......

All these things passed through his mind one by one, and in the dark, Yang Ji thought of something. When he was studying before, Yang Ji once read a book about "Immortals". It says that a goddess went to the home of a wealthy family in the East China Sea to be a guest.

This beautifully dressed goddess who was covered in light saw the East China Sea when she came down from the sky. I remembered that I had been to the East China Sea for a long time. This time, I found that the water in the East China Sea has become less and less, is it going to become land again?

Looking back, I've seen the East China Sea turn into land three times. I'm afraid this is the fourth time.

Yang Ji didn't believe in this kind of legend originally, but at the moment he thought differently.

"It is impossible for an underground temple to enjoy the incense worship of the people, and it seems that this legend is not entirely false. And...... Isn't this the place in the East China Sea?"

Yang Ji thought about it in his heart, and remembered some things again.

In fact, Tieguan Mountain is not only a sect of the "Iron Crown Sect". In fact, every disciple of the Iron Crown Sect knew it. The Iron Crown Sect was founded only a few hundred years ago.

Before the Iron Crown Sect, there were actually other sects in this area. And looking at the entire Langya County, it is not completely immutable.

Prior to this, many denominations had been established and many had perished.

Yang Ji's thoughts fluttered, and he thought of a far and farther place. When the dynasty was founded, there was actually no system of "martial arts gods".

The real finalization of this system was hundreds of years later.

Before that, the land of Shenzhou was dedicated to many gods, gods, and idols. It is different from the current "warrior god". At that time, there were all kinds of gods and spirits, and many of them were born naturally. There is no body.

There are even mountain spirits and tree spirits who are worshiped by the mountain people and become gods.

The gods and spirits sacrificed by various cults and clans are even more extraordinary. There is even a saying that "one temple in five miles, one temple in ten miles".

It is precisely because of all kinds of chaos that there was a system of "martial arts gods" in the imperial court.

"Could it be that this temple is one of the temples that disappeared during that period?"

Yang Ji secretly guessed in his heart.

Today's temples sink hundreds of miles into the ground, but this may not have been the case thousands of years ago. The stars turn, the sun and the moon change. Thousands of years ago, the underground may have been the top of the mountain today!

Yang Ji thought of this, and sighed in his heart. The change of time can make things change like this.

Yang Ji patted his sleeve and prepared to stand up and leave here, if there was no accident. This is supposed to be a relic from thousands of years ago. The deity in it is dead and becomes an empty temple, occupied by white ancient armadillos, which make a lair.

However, just as Yang Ji was about to leave, suddenly, his gaze swept under the collapsed shrine, and he moved.

"Huh, something seems to be there?"

Yang Ji's eyelids jumped.

Because the surface is covered with a layer of black ash, plus the angle problem. Yang Ji didn't notice the shrine under the upside-down bed at first.

However, when I sat on the ground, my eyes were much shorter, and through the gap in the legs of the table, I could see that something seemed to be buried under the shrine.

Yang Ji walked over, leaned over, gently moved the shrine above, brushed off the dust, and suddenly saw the true face of that thing.

It is a statue of a goddess lying in ruins and dust.

Although it has gone through thousands of years, the spirit of the statue is still the same, and the eyes are still like a living person.

The only problem was that the statue wasn't very tall, but only about a foot.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Yang Jijian raised his eyebrows, and his heart jumped violently. Just now, he actually felt an extremely faint special fluctuation on this small statue.

This kind of fluctuation Yang Ji is no stranger, when he broke into the Langya rudder of the Tianyin Sect, he saw the "Dark God Statue" worshiped by the Tianyin Sect in the middle of the valley, Yang Ji felt this kind of fluctuation.

It's just that this statue of the goddess is far less powerful. Compared to the "Dark God Statue" of the Tianyin Sect, the aura of this goddess statue is probably less than one ten-thousandth.

And like a candle in the wind, it can be extinguished at any time.

"Could it be that the gods of this temple have not yet perished?"

A flash of lightning crossed his mind, and Yang Jideng's eyes widened. (To be continued......)