Faith comes from the world, and the world is naturally qualified to ask questions of the gods who enjoy the power of faith.

If you fail to do your duty, you will be punished.

This is the biggest difference between Shinto and Sendo.

The immortal path is free and unrestrained, but there are many hardships along the way when it comes to cultivation, and even he cannot touch the transcendent realm of immortality in his entire life.

Shinto, on the other hand, does not have as many restrictions as the Immortal Dao, as long as someone believes in it, then they can have a steady stream of mana and can exist forever.

It may be that there is no such thing as the best of both worlds, and although Shinto has such benefits, it has to be trapped in one side and not free, and its fate is closely tied to the water and soil it shelters.

It is said that under the divine system established by the Heavenly Court, unless there is an order from the Heavenly Court, the gods cannot leave their divine domain at all, that is, the ancient heavenly court above the nine heavens has disappeared for thousands of years, and the divine law of the heavenly net continues to weaken, so that the gods of heaven and earth can ignore the divine domain and go to other places.

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Ning Shu's three sentences seemed to be very ordinary, but under the shroud of the power of faith, it seemed to be three thunders sounding in the nine heavens, each time more violent than the other.

At this moment, he is no longer a god, but one of the tens of thousands of people in Nanlian Village and even Qingxi Town.

The smoke of the incense fire rippled like a river, and at this moment, the scene in front of Ning Shu's eyes seemed to return to the way it was when the Nanlian Village clan sacrificed to him that night.

Panic, vast.

In Xu Yuanxin's eyes, the young man beside her also let her see the picture of Mu Qing'er when she first saw Nanlian Village, with a desire to pray, until she was desperate after disappointment.

At that time, she also wanted to ask, where did the river god who had sheltered here go, and how could she bear to let go of every household here?

And now, they finally saw the vanished river god in this unknown desolate world, in a flat boat on weak water, and they also had the opportunity to ask those words that they did not have a chance to ask.

The disappointment, unwillingness, and even resentment of the past all flocked to the silent old man on the bow of the ship at this moment.

Did you ever know?

Have you ever made a move?

Where?

The three words of questioning were like a fierce wind pouring into the ears of the old river god, and his gloomy face gradually faded.

But he still hasn't come to his senses.

"Just a little bit. Ning Shu seemed to have been exhausted of his mana, his face was pale, and sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead.

"What went wrong. ”

Seeing that this method has achieved its effect, the old river god did not wake up after all.

"He has a temple in his heart. Xu Yuanxin stared at the spell in his hand and said softly.

Ning Shu instantly understood when he heard this, the reason why this old river god became like this was because his own beliefs in his heart had been completely replaced, and those things that did not belong to him had eroded him, so he would be controlled.

Different from Ning Shu and Xu Yuanxin's speciality, this old river god must have experienced something that led to this situation.

What is in that temple on the other side of the river that can devour a man's faith?

At this moment, Ning Shu had the same questions as the King of Inspiration.

Now, there is no room to stop, Ning Shu has to repeat this question, pinning his hope on the belief of the old river god himself, if he still protects the people of Nanlian Village, then he can naturally drive away or even defeat the things that do not belong to him in his heart, if he can't do it, I'm afraid that he will never be able to save it again.

But the old river god reacted and turned around, at least it was useful.

The color of the old man's unrefreshed pupils was constantly changing, and he could tell that one of the colors represented the belief of Fengyudu, which came from Ning Shu, and the other rather domineering and unfamiliar thing should belong to the one who was in control of this void world.

As for what this controller is, we can't know until we get to the other side of the river.

"Where were you then?"

"Do you know who you are?"

After Ning Shu said this, he no longer had the strength to continue to make a sound, and only felt that his throat was sweet. Knowing that he has reached a limit is not the hoarseness of ordinary people, but a manifestation of backlash.

Who are you, where did you come from, and where are you going?

This is a question that makes people think deeply.

The old river god's eyes were sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear, and his robe trembled in the wind.

"The god of the Jing River blesses the south curtain, and the wind and rain have a spirit to protect the people. ”

"The incense is prosperous for nine days, and faith is not extinguished, and the water and soil are safe. ”

Xu Yuanxin whispered this sentence when the people of Nanlian Village used to worship the river god, compared to Ning Shu's question with the power of faith, she brought the guidance from the Dao Law of Yuxu Palace.

Such a two-pronged approach seems to have dealt a heavy blow to the foundation originally laid by Ning Shu.

The change in the eyes of the old river god was finally that Qingming occupied the vast majority, and that trace of turbidity was oppressed to the minimum.

"Who are you......"

The girl's words were completely different from Ning Shu's previous words, like a question from a ruler overlooking the world with scrutiny.

It is not like the rain and spring breeze are subtle to the bones, but the thunder of the Nine Heavens God is deafening.

"I'm ...... Who?"

The old river god muttered to himself, and finally said something different, his brows furrowed, as if he was trying to remember everything about himself.

"I'm here...... Weak water extradition of persons. ”

"That's not right...... I'm not. ”

"Who the hell am I ......"

The old river god slowly squatted down, holding his head in his hands, and kept letting out a low roar, looking very painful.

"Who am I...... Who the hell am I ......?"

"I'm not a weak-water extraditer...... It's not ......"

Listening to the old river god's sick whisper, Ning Shu and Xu Yuanxin's hearts were a little sour for some reason.

How terrible it is for a person to forget his identity, to forget his origins, to be controlled by unknown things, and to become a puppet without self-thought.

Moreover, even if you try your best to remember, you can't remember it.

It's like returning to your hometown after being away from home for many years, only to find that everything is wrong, and you know the address of your home, but you can't find it.

Xu Yuanxin couldn't bear to look at the picture in front of him, raised his hands to perform the law in the air, and conjured up a picture of the boundary of Qingxi Town, and moved the picture in front of the old river god while reciting the sacrifice of the river god.

The old river god put down his hands on his head, raised his head and looked at the picture in front of him, speechless for a long time.

The laughter of the children, the hustle and bustle of the crowd in the streets, the work and noise by the river......

Xu Yuanxin even simulated the voice.

The old river god watched all this in silence, and suddenly shed two lines of muddy tears.

He muttered, "I'm not a weak-water extraditer...... I am...... Wind and rain across the river god ......"

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A picture appeared in the perceptual world of Ning Shu and Xu Yuanxin.

The village of Nanlian before the storm.

Generations of people have settled here, lived and worked in peace and contentment, and multiplied.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, ten miles of smoke and waves are picturesque, and the end is a treasure land, and this place has a strong faith will because of the secular generations of sacrifices, but the river temple here has long been ownerless because of the disappearance of the heavenly court, so that the power of faith is empty and has nowhere to be used.

Three hundred years ago, a wandering monk passed through this place.

At that time, due to the diversion of the upstream river basin and the continuous heavy rain, there was a rare flood disaster.

In order to sharpen the Dao heart, Sanxiu stayed to help the people deal with the flood, and then because of the confusion that the cultivation realm could not break through, he chose to give up the immortal path and devote himself to the Shinto, and became the river god who crossed the wind and rain.

That's three hundred years.

Scattered cultivation went from the high-spirited spirit of leaving the mountain at a young age, to the confusion of middle-aged difficulties, and finally to the love of becoming a river god.

The power of faith accumulated over the millennia was absorbed by him, and his divine power continued to break through the realm, and finally reached an unprecedented height.

In order to fulfill the covenant between Shinto and the world, after accepting the power of these beliefs, Sanshu decided to protect the land.

At this point, the picture is over.

Ning Shu and Xu Yuanxin understood that the old river god in front of them was the scattered cultivator left behind three hundred years ago.

At this time, the old river god was no longer in the weird state he was in before, but had become very pure, just like the statue in the temple came out alive.

Kind eyebrows.

Pure power of faith.

He looked at Ning Shu and the others in front of him and bowed.

"Thank you, two benefactors. ”

Ning Shu also returned the courtesy, but he was still a little puzzled, and when he was about to ask, he saw the old river god wave his hand and said, "The old man knows what you want to ask, you might as well listen to me finish the story." ”

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After Sanxiu became a river god, he carefully governed the water and soil, making all aspects of Fengyudu better than before, and the power of faith he absorbed became more and more mellow.

Because of this foundation, there has also been a greater breakthrough in the understanding of the wind and rain crossing in the scattered cultivation.

Then he discovers the secret hidden by the wind and rain.

The water source of the child and the mother, the inheritance of the flood and famine.

As a former immortal monk, how could he not know the preciousness of this desolate inheritance, and now that he controls a water, he is more and more confident.

Finally, on a night when the spirit and spirit were at their peak, Sanxiu left the River Temple and went to the holy lake in the mountain alone.

He cultivated the secret method of the gods during the flood period, and it coincided with the opening of the holy lake, so he easily passed through the two levels of the whirlpool and the 'gate', and came to this illusory world.

And the weak water flowing here and the radiance of the temple on the other side made him even more convinced of the extraordinaryness of the inheritance.

At that time, the scattered correction value was cultivated to the peak, enjoying the faith of the ten miles of waters, and his divine power reached the sky, and he did not put the weak water of the heavenly river in his eyes at all, in order to get the faith, transcend the shackles of Shinto, and climb to a higher realm, he chose to cross the weak water with his own body.

But this is the arrogance caused by the pride of life, which made him almost lose his life in this weak water.

It was also thanks to the secret method of loose cultivation that he was able to escape, but even so, there was not much left of his cultivation that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

Disheartened, he fled the lake and returned to the river temple in the village of Nanlai to recuperate.

But no matter how much Sanxiu wanted to return to his original state, there would always be a shadow of a temple in his heart.

It was a temple that didn't belong to him.