At the beginning of the lanterns, the streets on both sides of the Junshui River were already crowded with people.

In fact, the Yuanqiu Lantern Festival has begun from the early morning of the same day, and on this day every year, the county government will fund the streets along the river to clean up and hang all kinds of lanterns. Of course, there will also be some lantern riddles on the lantern for the entertainment of visitors, guess you can go to the nearby lantern stage, receive some small gifts, a lantern or a brush and the like.

In the evening, the inhabitants of the city gather at the river, place lanterns filled with various prayers and blessings, and let them float down the river.

At this time, it is also the most romantic. On weekdays, the ladies of large families and small families will come out to enjoy the lanterns in the company of their families. Those who thought they had some knowledge would enjoy the scenery and write poems at the same time.

As for whether it is the beauty of people or the beauty of lanterns, then they can only ask themselves.

Sometimes a good sentence is often greeted by a cheer all around, whether it is really good or elegant, it is not important at this time, as long as it is suitable for the occasion.

Therefore, every year, there will be so many good stories of talented and beautiful people, as people's after-dinner conversations.

The bustling street market, of course, is indispensable for all kinds of vendors, and the smell of food is mixed with the sound of selling, which makes the already bustling street more prosperous.

Ning Baifeng took Li Wan's thin little hand, and followed the crowd on the bank of the river, passively pushing forward. The thin Li Wan laboriously protected the fist-sized lantern in his arms to prevent it from being squeezed out. The lantern was bought by Ning Baifeng from the lamp dealer for two copper plates, and according to the requirements of Li Wan, Ning Baifeng wrote a few auspicious words on blackened charcoal to wish his grandfather good health.

Walking to a low place on the riverbank, Li Wan carefully threw the lantern into the river, clasped his hands together, and said something in his mouth.

Ning Baifeng stood beside him, looking around vigilantly, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment. Ning Baifeng actually didn't want to come out at this time, since the day before yesterday he was attacked by the yellow skins who crossed the threshold of the spirit and advanced to become a little demon, but the City God Temple did not react, Ning Baifeng felt that the situation might not be right.

But he really couldn't stand the nagging of the old man who suddenly woke up, and he had to take Li Wan out for a walk, helpless, Ning Baifeng could only cater to the old man who might go west at any time. I spent the price of a dry cake and asked a beggar who had some intersection in the past to help take care of it, and then I came out to see the lanterns.

On the night of the Yuanqiu Festival, under the bright moonlight, the colorful lantern market is so terrifying.

In Ning Baifeng's eyes, a different aura was scattered in the market, several times more than usual, or even more. For example, under the colorful fish lanterns on the other side of the river, the man in Tsing Yi with a jade flute obliquely inserted on his back waist has an extremely strong atmosphere. The woman in white who was about three feet away from the man in Tsing Yi had never let her breath go too much.

Not far from the right side of the sight, next to the lanternpost, a pair of young men and women are smiling, the woman is charming, and the man is handsome. However, the shadows that were stretched out by the light and cast onto the surface of the river were bobcats with teeth and claws and large snakes with twisted bodies. The characters dressed as house slaves next to them are also rabbits and toads.

And so on and so forth.

The entire street market, under the prosperous surface, is full of monsters.

Ning Baifeng felt extremely uncomfortable, he was like a pancake lying on a frying pan, as long as he sprinkled a drop of water, the whole frying pan could boil.

However, there are also many monks of all kinds, just like the man who has just passed by and is carrying a sugar gourd handle. The pace is steady, the breath is long, and the worst thing is also the martial artist of the second realm.

After Li Wan prayed, his dry little face was full of smiles, and he was quite happy to put the lantern for the first time, pushing Ning Baifeng's left arm, and looking at the flow of people heading east, "Brother Baifeng, look over there, the lantern team of the county government is going out of the city to go to the City God Temple, and the lantern festival over there every year is the most beautiful." ”

Along the river bank to the east, the flow of people gradually moved towards the city gates.

When the river lanterns are released in the city, the lantern procession organized by the county government will go out of the city along the river bank and go to the Chenghuang Temple five miles away to hold a grand prayer meeting.

Li Wan was a little excited, although he had seen many lantern festivals, he would be happy every time. If nothing else, after the blessing meeting, the City God Temple will distribute some of the remaining food from the sacrifice to the poor people.

Ning Baifeng thought about it carefully, it was necessary to take a trip to the City God Temple to find out. If the situation is really serious, you have to plan ahead of time, and you can't always delay here.

There are some things that are easy to delay for a long time.

The lantern procession on the ground and the lantern stream in the river flocked to the east like two fire dragons, and finally met at the City God Temple.

Dotted with river lanterns dotted on the river surface outside the City God Temple, they complement each other with the bright moon in the sky, like stars falling into the world.

Ning Baifeng stood on the bank of the river, looking at the blessing meeting not far away, but his mind was on the small island in the center of the riverbank. In the past, the City God Temple, which continued to prevent tourists from offering incense, put up railings at the head of the Yingxian Bridge and refused to allow tourists to go to the island.

Scattered lanterns on the river, sparks flickering. Ning Baifeng always felt that something was wrong. There was a sound of breaking water, but someone on the right threw the lantern into the river, splashing a splash.

Splash, splash.

Fish!

There are no fish in the river, not even those carp that have been contaminated with the incense of the city god for thousands of years.

Before the crisis comes, birds, beasts, insects and fish are often more vigilant than mortals, let alone these spiritual carp.

Ning Baifeng's expression was solemn, he pulled up the Li bowl next to him, and prepared to go back to the city, "Little bowl, why don't you get out of here quickly." ”

Li Wan was a little confused: "What's the matter? Can you wait for the meeting to leave again, the blessing meeting is about to end." ”

As soon as the girl's voice fell, a thunderous bang exploded in her ears.

Under the moonlight, a big hole exploded in the river, and a tall and strong figure rose in the air, murderous. The figure is holding a harpoon, surrounded by currents.

With a roar of rage, the river suddenly rose up, forming a monstrous wave, and the water level in the river dropped rapidly, and even the riverbed could be seen.

The waves continue to rise, covering the sky and the moon.

Ning Baifeng woke up in shock, picked up Li Wan and ran frantically to the official road.

The waves that almost obscured the moonlight, a fierce man pierced down, threatening to smash the city god temple below.

A ray of light rose in the temple and broke the surging waves, like waves crashing into the reef on the shore and shattering them.

When the river rushed to the shore, it was blocked by an invisible wall.

River, land.

The banks of the river are the borders.

The vision came so quickly that the people on the shore were awakened at this moment. The crowd fled like a hornet's nest that had exploded.

An angry shout rushed out of the temple, "Junshui Hebo, you are looking for death!"

Standing on the head of the waves, Junshui Hebo waved the harpoon in his hand, and a huge wave rose in the river, accompanied by the roar of the huge waves, Hebo sneered in a low voice: "The bull's nose is old, his cultivation is not high, and his breath is not small, so he is not afraid of falling into the river and choking to death by the water." ”

The old Taoist priest stood on the top of the main hall of the City God Temple, staring at the Junshui River Bo with a solemn expression. In the past, the dry tobacco stick that never left his mouth was held in his hand, such as lifting the three-foot green peak, "The land of the city god, the gods of the mountains and rivers, are irrelevant on weekdays." What is Hebo's action tonight? ”

Junshui Hebo's harpoon pointed to the Chenghuang Temple, and the huge waves slammed down again, Hebo's tone was calm, "People fight for a breath, and God receives a furnace of incense, so I can only blame him for the place where the Chenghuang lives is not very good, and it is blocked at my door." Tonight I'm here to help him with a hand, move house, and ask for some reward by the way. ”

The huge waves are fast and fierce, and they are bound to crush the old road and the City God Temple into powder.

The old Taoist priest raised the dry tobacco stick, and a ray of glow rushed out again, and the huge waves were still like hitting the reef. The dry tobacco rod raised by Lao Dao is like a big umbrella, sheltering the whole island from any wind and rain.

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest was furious, "The golden body of the city god will be shattered, it turned out to be your plan, it should be a good means." ”

Junshui Hebo retracted the harpoon and said with disdain on his face: "Yin damage tricks, this god disdains it." His golden body is broken, because he can't manage his own family affairs, what does it have to do with me. ”

Looking at his expression, it doesn't seem to be fake, after all, he has already entered the position of Hebo, if he speaks like a fart and is full of nonsense, there is still the majesty of Hebo. Lao Dao's mind turned sharply, the golden body of the city god was about to be shattered, and even Xu Lu, who was the judge of Xiangyun Academy, couldn't see what it was, but he knew that he was being suppressed in some way, and he was extremely vicious, but he didn't know where it came from. Confucian protégé, known as well-read, well-read. If they don't even see through it, then the water in it is really unfathomable.

It must be known that the middle-aged Confucian Xu Lu is also a great Confucian who governs the country.

Confucian reading, cultivating the spirit of Haoran. The realm of cultivation is like that written by a saint in a book, self-cultivation, family harmony, governing the country, and leveling the world. Self-cultivation is the outer three realms, and the scholars are thin-skinned, not like martial artists and qi practitioners, and they are vulgarly called laymen or mud legs. The realm of governing the country is equivalent to the three realms of practicing qi, but governing the country is also divided into small talents, big talents and national officials.

Confucian Xu Lu, that is, a great talent for governing the country, is more immortal than Jindan.

Seeing that the two huge waves were blocked, Junshui Hebo looked a little impatient, and with a harpoon in his hand, the cold light flashed on the tips of the three spears. Junshui He Bo jumped down from the waves and shot at the old Taoist priest on the roof like an arrow.

The old Taoist priest held the cigarette stick horizontally in front of his eyes, and his left hand was like a sword, and the cigarette stick suddenly became longer. The old Taoist priest shook the long cigarette stick out of a spear flower, and the glow bloomed.

The harpoon hits the cigarette stick, like the tip of a needle to a wheat. With a thunderous roar, the violent qi wave centered on the two of them and rushed in all directions. The trees along the banks of the river fell to the ground like fragile wheat stalks. The mortals who had not yet had time to flee were swept by the waves, like mud and sand touching water, and there was no trace left. And those monsters and monks who were still fighting were also like a giant hammer smashing their chests, spewing out a cloud of blood mist and blowing them out.

Just the aftermath, the power is already so terrifying.

The power of the earth immortals shakes the heavens and the earth.