Jialan became the acting mountain god of Tongshan, and under the guidance of Jing Mojun, he wandered around the mountain every day to repair the damaged and dry spiritual veins everywhere.

Jialan's spiritual power is cold, and the spiritual veins of wood can't withstand her cold, so every place needs Jing Mojun's spiritual power as lubrication. There are nearly a thousand damaged spiritual veins, and Jialan's spiritual power is strong, so she doesn't feel anything, but Jing Mojun is holding on and not letting her notice it.

The place where the mountain ghost clan lives is called Youhuangzhuang, which is very close to the main spiritual vein underground, and the main spiritual vein can only be approached by the mountain god and the mountain lord. But obviously, the current Jialan can't get close to the main spirit vein, and can only repair the secondary spirit veins scattered everywhere.

Jialan has never had a chance to return to the temple since she was brought back to the Mountain Ghost Clan by Mu Qing, she is still ignorant, and they let her stay and she stays. She misses the green lantern very much, I don't know what she is bound by, she has never talked about it to Jing Mojun.

The mountain ghosts here are very good to her, she gives her whatever she wants, but she still never asks for anything, she just observes the mountain ghosts around her, this observation has no purpose, just wants to learn something from their words and deeds.

"God, the mountain lord is back today, and the patriarch has ordered us to dress up for you. Each of the six mountain ghosts held a brocade box in their hands, with a respectful posture and lowered their eyes.

Although Jialan is not the mountain god canonized by the gods, because of Jialan's special physique, once she transforms, she is a god, and now she has done a lot of things for Tongshan, so the mountain ghosts in the clan all respect her like a god when they see her.

Jialan fell asleep on a recliner in the courtyard, and was woken up by the cold, and her head was a little cloudy. She rubbed her eyes, blocking out the glare of the day's rays. "Who's back?" the voice was hoarse when he first woke up.

"God, the Lord of the Mountains has returned. ”

The lord of Tongshan Mountain looks at Lan Jun, and is known as Lan Jun. After going down the mountain for many years to repair the spiritual vein, he rushed back to Tongshan from Yejin Mountain after receiving news from Jing Mojun.

"......" Jialan has only been here for more than a month, and she doesn't know the mountain lord of Tongshan, but she still nodded when she saw that they were so serious. Stretching out her hand, a mountain ghost hurriedly put the brocade box on the stone table, stepped forward to help Jialan, and the other tidied up her sleeping black hair and half-open coat.

The mountain ghosts who serve the mountain gods are all men, they have good faces and slender figures, and she feels comfortable at a glance, neither glamorous nor bland, very moderate. They are all specially cultivated by the mountain lord from the clan to serve the mountain god, but the real mountain god has not yet appeared, and she is cheaper as the acting mountain god.

"What's your name?" asked Jialan, turning her head sideways.

"Servant Ziling. Ziling replied with raised eyebrows.

Jialan had already asked their names when she first met them, but she didn't seem to be very sensitive to names and kept forgetting. And this was the sixth time she had asked for his name.

Ziling led Jialan in front, and the other five mountain ghosts followed respectfully.

"What about them?"

Jialan pointed to the five in the back.

"From front to back, Chuanlian, Tianzi, Beizi, Wenyuan, Shinan. Ziling repeated what she had said, without showing the slightest impatience.

Jialan nodded, but she still didn't remember any of them, but remembered Ziling's gentle voice.

Tianquan Stream is a natural hot spring of the mountain ghost clan, usually only the elders and the mountain lord patriarch can come, since Jialan came here has become her bathing place. Jing Mojun said that the cold in her body was too heavy, and the water in the Tianquan stream was drawn from a volcano thousands of miles away, which helped to alleviate the cold qi she output.

Jia Lan lay naked on the edge of the cobblestone paved pool, her wet hair was on her side, and Ziling and Tianzhu knelt on the edge of the pool and served Jia Lan bathing Huan hair in an orderly manner.

The water vapor in the pool is dense, and Jia's blue and white body is underwater, although there is no exquisite curve, but her beauty is ten points by this water vapor.

Jialan is the only female mountain god for thousands of years, although the mountain ghosts do not squint and have a calm face, but when they see this good color, their hearts can not be as immobile as a mountain.

Jialan has only been in this human world for more than ten years, and she has never learned any worldly etiquette, even if she doesn't feel an inch, she will not feel half uncomfortable, but the mountain ghosts next to her never dare to shake their eyes, for fear of blaspheming their gods. Therefore, every time I come here to bathe, the mountain ghosts are in mixed moods, and Jialan is physically and mentally comfortable.

The water temperature in the pool is slightly hot, and Jialan only feels just right in it. She sighed comfortably as she watched as the busy mountain ghosts poured potions into the pool with small porcelain bottles, and as soon as the potions entered the water, they immediately dispersed and seeped into Jialan's skin.

Jialan only felt a slight tingling pain at first, but after the pain passed, it was warm, she didn't ask anything, and gradually fell asleep with her eyes half-closed.

"God, do not sleep. The water of the Heavenly Spring is spiritual, and if you are aware that you are defenseless, you will definitely absorb your divine power to nourish your water spirit. A cool voice rang in my ears.

Jialan lay on her arm and opened her eyes, and her eyes were full of long eyelashes and a tear mole under her eyes.

Who's this?

As if sensing Jialan's doubts, the mountain ghost put down the square towel that wiped her arm, knelt respectfully in front of her, and lay on the ground, she could only see the back of his black head, and there was a faint touch of red under the jade crown of his hair.

"Summoning the Celestial Worms. ”

Celestial insects. The name reminded her of the mole under his eyes, and it also reminded her of his name.

The mountain ghost servant wiped Jialan's wet hair, put on a gorgeous robe embroidered with blue and green embroidered golden dark lines, and her long black hair was scattered behind her back, and she was only loosely tied with a golden hairband.

The clouds on the horizon receded quietly, and the stars shimmered. Ziling and Tianworm separated from each other, carrying a lantern in each hand to guide her, and the other servants walked behind Jialan.

The mountain ghost servant never took the initiative to speak, unless she took the initiative to ask. There was silence all the way, only the blue clogs stepped on the stone road and there was a rhythmic "click" sound, she seemed to hear this abrupt sound, and hurriedly lightened her steps until there was no sound under her feet.

Jialan smiled, but because of this tranquility, she felt much more relaxed, she smelled the fragrance of plants and trees in the air, and sensitively felt that there seemed to be countless grass and tree spirits secretly watching her.

Tianquan Stream is far away from the place where the mountain ghosts live, along the way, she only heard the sound of insects around her, the elf did not have the courage to make a sound near her, only dared to look at it from a distance, but all the way, gradually she couldn't even hear the sound of insects.

The thick fog gradually rose, blocking their way forward, Ziling and Tianworm met their eyes, stopped, and their faces were solemn. The mountain ghost behind him also sensed the danger, and formed a circle by himself and drew out the accompanying weapon, protecting Jialan in the circle. The light of the lantern seemed to be suppressed by the black mist, and soon they could not see anything clearly. At this point, it's too late to enchant again.

Jialan looked confused, completely out of the situation.

At this moment, there was a terrible scream from the mist, which was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate their eardrums.

Even in the dark, she could see, and she saw an ugly face with a green-skinned red mouth suddenly revealing in the mist, with a large mouth open to show the fangs inside, wrinkled skin like dry tree bark, and long dark hair covering the face, which was ugly and weird.

"What's that?" Jialan wondered.

"God, it's the mandrill...... Beware of the poisonous mist. Ziling gritted her teeth and her face was pale, and there was blood flowing from her ears, and the other five mountain ghosts were no better.

At this time, Jialan realized that their strength was inadequate, and she grabbed the wrist of the nearest mountain ghost and channeled spiritual power.

"God. The cool voice seemed to tremble.

Jialan felt the mountain ghost she had caught trembling, and seemed to be a little resistant. She hurriedly let go, and when she looked up, she saw the tear mole.

"Celestial worms?" Jialan unconsciously called out his name.

The heavenly insect was stunned for a moment, and was very surprised that the mountain god could call his name.

"Quack~" The strange laughter of mandrills came from the mist, echoing in the forest over and over again.

The mandrill didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, this time the poison was just a temptation, and it didn't take long for it to scatter and retreat.

When the black mist cleared, she was distracted by the laughter of the mandrills, and she only now noticed that five of the six mountain ghosts had fallen, and one was leaning against a tree and slept.

"God, please send us to Aoyama-in, Mountain Lord...... The mountain lord can ......" Before he finished speaking, he fainted.

Jialan's eyes widened, why didn't they want her to be treated?

She glanced down at the heavy costume, when she just came over, she still needed the mountain ghost to support her, and now she was going to wear these to carry these six?

This......

The dinner party was very lively, many mountain ghosts came and went in the huge Qingshan Temple, laughter and laughter were endless, they all held a jade lamp condensed by spiritual power in their hands, smiling to illuminate the faces of their fellow partners.

Lobby.

The mountain lord and the patriarch were seated on both sides, and a high chair in the middle was padded with tiger skin, which was still empty at this time.

It's about to be time, Jing Mojun frowned slightly and looked at the gate, and from time to time there were mountain ghosts who sent her fruit wine and were rejected by her one by one.

Lan Jun looked a little tired, and the fruit that had been soaked in spiritual power for months was sweet and sour and slightly cool, which made him sober up a little.

Jialan's situation Jing Mojun had already told him in the letter, he understood that Jialan was a lifesaver for Tong Shan, but he didn't understand why Jing Mojun was so eager to let the "New Mountain God" repair the spiritual vein, and even did not hesitate to destroy Jialan's divine body.

Thinking around, Lan Jun smiled helplessly when he saw Jing Mojun's restless appearance, and beckoned to call his servants, "Go to Tianquan Stream to see if my god is coming." ”

The servant was ordered to retreat.

"Jing Mo-kun doesn't need to be anxious, the mountain god is about already on the way. Lan Jun raised the jade bottle and smiled, his clear eyes curled, like a bright moon exuding a soft and cold light.

Jing Mojun nodded, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said with a smile: "Lan Jun is worried. ”

"I have doubts about something, I can't eat in my heart these days, and I can't sleep, can Jing Mojun solve my doubts?" Lan Jun put a fruit in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Jing Mojun looked at him for a while and said, "Lan Jun, please speak." ”

Lan Jun raised his eyes to look at her, as if he was smiling, he leaned forward and put his arm on the low table, his slender fingers flexed, and his phalanges lightly tapped the wooden surface.

"Those Buddha Flame Flowers, where did Jing Mojun use them?"

Jing Mojun smiled, "Naturally, it should be used where it should be used." ”

"Why should that place be used?"

"Don't wait for me, use it. Jing Mojun lowered his eyes and stroked the lines on the cup.

Lan Jun felt a hint of anger at Jing Mojun's casual tone.

"You should know what kind of damage the Buddha Flame Flower will cause to her, she was born with the purest divine jade, and it is a matter of time before she becomes a god, ...... you do this?"

"Lan Jun. Jing Mojun turned his head sideways and looked at him fixedly, "There are some things you can't say. ”

Lan Jun looked at Jing Mojun, his eyes gradually precipitated, he straightened up and returned to his original state, his pale eyebrows stretched. He smiled, as if mocking and helpless.

"Jing Mojun, there has never been a word about her on the god scroll, how innocent she is. ”

Jing Mojun's face was impermanent, and he looked at the front and stopped answering.

At the banquet, several elders pushed their cups and changed their lamps, and their faces were full of smiles.

Lan Jun endured the discomfort in his heart, and his face was still chic. He stood up with a smile and said to the elders and mountain ghosts sitting down, "The fresh fruits of the wine banquet are delicious, and Lan Jun needs to eat them." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Jing Mojun and turned to leave.