Luo Huang was a little apprehensive, explained as soon as possible, and said: "Li Gongzi, we didn't know that you had returned, so we didn't invite you." ”

Li Nianfan said with a smile: "I did just come back, but I just happened to catch up, and Emperor Luo doesn't have to feel guilty." ”

Only then did Emperor Luo put his mind at ease, but his face was still red, and he couldn't wait to slap himself twice.

Even if you know that the master is not at home, but on the eve of the establishment of the City God Temple, you have to take a look again, maybe the master will come back, and his sincerity is not in place, alas!

"I've seen you, sir. ”

Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang saluted Li Nianfan at the same time.

The two of them looked extremely excited, their bodies stood straight, and they bowed ninety degrees.

One is a generation of emperors, and the other is a contemporary Confucian, but he maintains a deep awe for Li Nianfan, which is not pretending, but from the heart.

Zhou Yunwu said excitedly: "Sir, on behalf of the people of the whole country, thank you!"

Meng Junliang also spoke at the same time, "Sir, on behalf of all the scholars, thank you!"

The status of the two of them now among mortals is naturally entrusted by the underworld, and the dream is still at the level of the underworld boss of black and white impermanence, and they know from their mouths that the City God Temple was set up by a master.

When it comes to masters, the first thing they think of is naturally Li Gongzi, so they specially inquired about it, and the answer they got was really Li Gongzi!

Immediately, the admiration for Li Gongzi reached its peak, and the most important thing is that the establishment of the City God Temple has great benefits for both Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang.

One is to allow mortals to live and work in peace and contentment, and the other is to give hope to contemporary Confucianism.

Once the Great Confucian is well governed, loved and enshrined by the people, he may be recognized by the prefecture after his death and become a local city god, which is such an exciting thing.

All in all, the City God Temple is a bridge between mortals and the underworld, a proper win-win situation!

Li Nianfan waved his hand, "Okay, you don't have to thank me, I just provide an idea." ”

Luo Huang hurriedly said: "Sir, you came just in time, this entire Luoxian City, you come to the inscription is what everyone expects!"

Just now, everyone was still discussing who should inscribe, this is a big deal, not only about mortals, but even communicating with the ghosts and gods of the underworld, which can be described as a big thing.

In fact, no matter who inscribes, they are all unconvinced in their hearts, and they seem to be discussing, but in fact they are entangled with each other.

Meng Junliang handed the pen to Li Nianfan and said, "Li Gongzi, the pen is for you, and I will polish the ink for you!"

Li Nianfan didn't refuse, with his current status, he was indeed qualified to write an inscription, so he took the pen and stood aside.

The plaque has been made, but in fact, what is missing is a couplet from the City God Temple.

Don't underestimate this couplet, this is the true façade of the city god, it must have a deep meaning, not only to include the human world, but also to connect with the underworld.

The words should be good, but also have a foundation.

Li Nianfan looked at the City God Temple behind him, and then looked up at the people below.

There were a large number of people at the scene, three floors inside and three floors outside, but at this time, they all consciously quieted down, and looked at Li Nianfan one by one.

Li Nianfan met everyone's eager eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up at the world in the distance.

But I saw the snow in the distance, connected with heaven and earth, and farther away, I don't know what happened to the mirror-like Jingyue Lake.

The height here is high enough, you can overlook the lake and mountains and rivers in the distance, that is, the city god, and it is also illuminated by the lights of thousands of homes at night, and it is the responsibility of petitioning for the people.

Just write it!

The paper was already ready and spread out on the table.

Li Nianfan slowly put down the pen.

Because it is more formal, the technique is not fast, and the handwriting is only slightly scribbled, which is neat, but there is a peculiar charm that falls in it, and people can't help but immerse themselves in it when they see it.

The people in the audience couldn't see the words, they saw Li Nianfan, they only felt that he was light and elegant, and he couldn't say it freely in one stroke, and his body seemed to be wrapped with a layer of faint onlookers, full of holiness, and the city god actually became its background, which made people can't help but have a sense of worship.

On the stage, Meng Junliang and the others stared at the poster, only feeling that every word was alive, representing a will.

Especially Meng Junliang, this is not the first time he has seen Li Nianfan write, and he takes Li Nianfan as his ultimate pursuit, but every time he sees Li Nianfan writing, he will have different feelings in his heart, ashamed of himself, and ashamed of himself.

Can I achieve such a miracle in my lifetime? Even if I can only write one word in this life!

"Eight hundred miles of lakes and mountains know what year it is, and 100,000 fireworks are all here. ”

Last word...... Yes!

"Buzz!"

There was a sudden ripple between the heavens and the earth, as if it had touched some kind of rule that was forcibly changing, and a mighty heavenly power fell violently, and even solidified the space here.

Mortals only felt a feeling of suffocation, but immortal cultivators were full of hairs standing on end, and their hearts were pounding.

They saw the sky at the same time, and at the same time their bodies shook and their eyes widened.

But I saw that a dazzling golden light fell from the sky, not only from where, but also at a very fast speed, and smashed straight into the City God Temple!

In just an instant, the entire City God Temple was enveloped, and the original quaint color seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, dazzling and dazzling, stabbing people's eyes.

Luck!

Luck from heaven!

Just like the establishment of the emperor at that time, and the establishment of Confucianism and Taoism at that time, and then like the preaching of Buddhism at that time, another wave of great luck came, this time...... It is the City God who stands up!

The monstrous luck rippled like a tide, rippling around, and the entire Falling Immortal City was plated with a layer of gold, such a vision, mortals naturally could not see it, but the immortal cultivators present were suffocated at the same time, almost fainting.

I actually witnessed this rare scene in 10,000 years!

At the same time, in the underworld.

Meng Po stood in the main hall, black and white impermanence stood on both sides, and there were many ghosts who were busy and happy, going door to door to give people dreams.

Meng Po held the book of life and death in her hand, put the book on the high hall of the main hall, and said: "The book of life and death has the effect of judging life and death, like a guide, and now it has returned to the underworld, which makes it much more convenient to detain souls in the future." ”

Hei Wuchang spoke: "It's a pity that the manpower of the underworld is still insufficient, even if you know the time of death, but there is not enough manpower to send it over." ”

Meng Po sighed lightly and said, "How is the effect of the dream?"

"Mother-in-law, many places in the mortal world have begun to build City God Temples, but they are just ...... The City God is unprecedented......"

Bai Wuchang paused for a moment, and then said bitterly: "It seems that we are ...... now There is no right to set it up. ”

If it was the previous prefecture, the city god could still be done, just give the official position and responsibilities, and then slowly operate, but now, the prefecture has fallen apart, and many responsibilities are naturally withdrawn, even if you want to establish the city god, but you can't give it the corresponding recognition.

In this way, it will make the city god more child's play.

To give a simple example, in the past, the underworld was an institution recognized by Heaven and had authority, but now, obviously, it is not good, and it has become a nature similar to a folk sect, which is related to the question of having and not having an establishment.

After all, since the city god has been established, there needs to be a ghost to sit in the mortal world.

And since it is not recognized, the steward of the city god cannot be regarded as a real ghost, and it is not suitable to stay in the mortal world for a long time.

At this moment, the entire underworld shook violently!

A golden light smashed down into the underworld without warning, and this golden light was extremely rich, spreading to every corner of the underworld, and the place where it illuminated, as if a lotus was born step by step, made the entire underworld give birth to a huge change.

The book of life and death placed on the high platform was illuminated by the golden light, and the originally black self gradually turned golden, and next to it, the brush also slowly floated up, and the tip of the brush actually turned from black to gold!

The golden light continued to shine and began to spill from the main hall towards the rest of the underworld.

"Whoa!"

In addition to the River Styx, there was a sound of water in the underworld again.

The water was turbulent, as if there were waves crashing against the waves, over and over again, bombarding everyone's ears.

The familiar voice shook the whole body of many ghosts, as if their souls had left their bodies, and with a look of surprise and joy on their faces, they turned into statues.

Bai Wuchang was a little incoherent, and said in a trembling voice: "Mother...... Mother-in-law, that ...... Is that...... Huang Quan's voice?"

"It's the Yellow Spring, it's definitely the sound of the Yellow Spring!" Meng Po was more excited than everyone else, her eyes were filled with tears, "Old woman, I have listened to the Yellow Spring Water for countless years, and I won't be wrong, the Yellow Spring has started to flow again!"

She walked quickly towards the outskirts of the underworld.

Here, the turbulent yellow spring water is rolling and flowing, and the yellow spring, which was originally a stagnant water, is now gradually radiating vitality, and the golden light is like the light of the sun, pouring down, shining the entire yellow spring water.

The Yellow Spring is what people call the Nine Springs, which is the destination of the dead.

After death, the soul will be led to the Yellow Spring, temporarily stay, and follow the guidance of the flowers on the other side to be reincarnated, but after the catastrophe, the Yellow Spring water withered and died, and the soul turned into the fierce Styx.

Many ghosts stood by the Yellow Spring, looking at the surging Yellow Spring Water with confused eyes, and suddenly a dream-like feeling was born, as if it were ...... It's all back again.

At the same time, beside the yellow spring, rows of blackened flowers with only rhizomes left were also full of vitality, allowing the latter to bloom one after another.

Flowers on the other side!

The flowers on the other side, as red as fire, like a blood-stained sun, began to bloom one by one along the way, spreading out with the earth as a picture scroll.

"Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers, flowers and leaves cherish each other, never see." Meng Po murmured in a low voice, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

"Boom, boom!"

Above the Yellow Spring, not far away, the broken bridge began to roar, as if there was a rainbow hanging high, and the broken gravel was like a time reversal, and began to reconnect little by little!

PS: This kind of text is completely different from fighting monsters and upgrading and pretending to be forced to slap the face.,I don't have any routines that I can learn from.,I can only think on my own.,So it's often Kavin.。

In order not to disappoint the readers, at the end of each session, I will think very carefully about the next session, the feeling of Carvin...... It's really uncomfortable, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as not wanting to eat, but fortunately, I've always stabilized the update.

Thank you readers for your support, unconsciously half of this month has passed, I hope that the ability to support a wave, ask for a monthly pass, ask for subscription, ask for a recommended ticket, ask for sharing, ask for a reward, thank you~~~