On the thousand-mile boat, Qin Ping'an stood on the side of the boat, holding a big carp in his hand.

"I'm sorry, you still haven't been able to tell me where the big water snake is, so what......" Qin Ping'an pursed his lips, threw the big carp in his hand twice, and then threw it far into the river.

"You better make a fish in peace!" Qin Ping'an clapped his hands, whether he would be caught and eaten in the future, it was difficult to say.

Since the water god of the Li River has hid and risked being chased and killed by the righteous monks to do such an evil and crooked thing, Xifeng Country is too busy to take care of himself, and he is afraid that he will overturn.

On the boat, Lin Fushan and the others hid in the shipbuilding, they watched the monster being turned into its original form by Qin Ping'an and thrown into the Li River, everything around was safe, but Qin Ping'an didn't speak, and they didn't dare to come out.

Qin Ping'an was worried about the water god of the Li River, so he didn't stay, revealing his identity, but it was not so comfortable to get along.

Beckoning in the direction of the ship, seeing Lin Fushan's surprised eyes, Qin Ping'an smiled, turned into a streamer, and disappeared on the deck.

Lin Fushan and the others were dumbfounded, looked at each other, I don't know who ran to the deck first, looking at the direction where the streamer disappeared, looking extremely excited, Lin Fushan squeezed through the crowd, saw the tail flame of the streamer, and muttered to himself: "There are really immortals in the world!

Qin Ping'an's streamer technique is also a very ordinary small technique in the cultivation world, basically some family cultivation sects will, mortals are surprised, immortals are not surprised, this is also the first time Qin Ping'an has seen the status of immortals in the eyes of mortals, if it is not for fate, he may also be in Pingyang County for a lifetime.

In the chat with Lin Fushan before, Qin Ping'an understood that if he went down the river, he would encounter the temple of the water god of the Li River, this kind of temple, how could it be worthy of the people of Xifeng Country if it was not smashed?

Going all the way down the river, at night, Qin Ping'an saw a huge temple building on the bank of the Li River, with incense curling and smelling from afar.

Above the water temple, Qin Ping'an came in an instant, looking at the water temple with bright candles, magnificent, the golden statue of the water god is two feet tall, holding a golden sword in his left hand, grabbing a snake in his right hand, and stepping on the surging river under his feet.

Qin Ping'an restrained his breath, like an ordinary person, he found an inn near the Water God Temple and stayed, and two days later it was a sting, Qin Ping'an only needed to wait quietly.

The next day, in the morning, the inn.

Qin Ping'an opened his bookcase, there was a dragon pattern jade plate left by the head of the house when he left, this jade plate represents the qualification, it is the qualification for the admission examination issued by Qingyu Academy, and generally the small sect will also give two or three places, because Qingyu Academy advocates education without class, whether you can be admitted depends on your ability.

Therefore, it is not necessary to talk about whether there is a shady scene in the examination of this Qingyu Academy, but this has given many small sects a chance, and there are also many small sects where one person has attained the Tao and ascended to heaven, and a disciple has entered the Qingyu Academy, and the entire sect is honored, and there will be people who will come to the sect with fame, and the growth of the sect is just around the corner.

Qin Ping'an flipped through the "Fu Ji" that he brought out from the sect, as well as some maps, bottles and jars given by the second elder, and some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones for writing talismans given by the third elder.

Qin Ping'an touched his chin, it's a pity that the Water Emperor Sect is a little poor, there is no kind of Nasumeru, the utensils with their own space, in this great wilderness world, the Nasumeru artifacts of the Buddhist family are the best, in a monopoly position, a Nasumeru artifact, very valuable.

There is nothing to do, the water temple is estimated to have no movement during the day, and tomorrow it will be stung, and tonight the water snake will definitely come to take away the incense wishing power.

Qin Ping'an took out the Wuyang Zhenglei Talisman given by the three elders, looked at the trajectory outlined by the silver silk thread on it, thought about it, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and learned to draw.

The talisman is also strict in its demand for the divine soul, and it is necessary to use the divine sense to guide the aura in the body to inject into the trajectory of the talisman, these trajectories are actually similar to a condensed formation, which is powerful and easy to carry, and it is good to throw it out and detonate it when fighting.

Therefore, in the great wilderness world, talisman masters are generally also formation mages, but the two are a little new.

Regarding the reason why his divine soul is strong, Qin Ping'an blamed it on the crossing, the three elders said that this talisman is a pseudo-spirit talisman, and Qin Ping'an only memorized the lines before, but he really didn't draw it.

Thinking that it would be better not to hit himself for the first time, he put away this pseudo-spirit talisman and chose a new entry talisman that was simple after all: the water purification talisman.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Qin Ping'an raised his arm, the water aura in his body flowed slowly, and his divine sense controlled the water aura to slowly inject into the tip of the pen, this is not a mortal brush, this is made of spirit stones, in the words of the three elders, you can't afford to buy this pen with all your belongings.

The paper is ten thousand family paper, each piece of paper is through the hands of ten thousand people, carrying the power of the ten thousand wishes of the paper, the preciousness is more expensive than the spirit stone pen.

Qin Ping'an was about to put down the pen, but hesitated again, the materials were too expensive, and he didn't dare to put pen to paper. I can't erase this mistake!

Sighing, Qin Ping'an put away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, poor, I didn't dare to try it, this ink is also expensive, it is made of innate blood mixed with Yin Tomb cinnabar, and the three elders only gave Qin Ping'an a small bottle, the kind with a thick thumb.

Qin Ping'an kept comforting himself, his heart was finally comfortable again, he took a cup of herbal tea, dipped his hand in water, and drew it on the table.

The water temple was very lively early in the morning, and countless businessmen who traveled south and north, and the nearby Pingtou people all lined up in front of the water temple early.

In order to be able to get a pillar of head incense, because the head incense is the most effective, it has become a slang word.

Because of the existence of the Water Temple, a small market town has been formed here, similar to Lieyang Town in Lieyang Mountain.

At the entrance of the market town, a barefoot monk wearing a gray linen robe with a bowl in his hand, nine ring scars on his head, and a rosary in his arms.

As soon as the door of the water temple was opened, the entire queue of people was in a commotion and rushed forward.

"Don't squeeze, bastard, don't squeeze!" rushed out of the water temple with a few powerful water temple guards, carrying sticks and beating those who had no head or face.

A fat man wearing a god hat in the temple walked out and pressed his hand with a smile: "Everyone, everyone, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, hehe, I know that everyone wants to compete for this head incense, but if it causes turmoil, the gains outweigh the losses, everyone is here to petition, and harmony makes money, isn't it?"

The crowd of ghosts crying wolves quieted down, although the beaten people were not angry, but they also stood honestly, did not dare to make a fuss, it was okay to be beaten, it was okay to be scolded, but the incense must be on, and the water god was expected to bless him, basically all the people thought so, and it was engraved into their bones.

"The god of water has recently appeared and sent down a decree, and whoever offers incense must be a young and strong man, otherwise he will not be subject to incense!" said Fat Temple Zhu Lang.

"What? This ......."

An old man suddenly lost his voice.

"Ah, I traveled for two days and two nights to make a wish."

A woman fell to the ground and wept aloud.

"Mizujin-sama......"

Several old, weak, sick and disabled people wept bitterly.

In the team, those who did not meet the conditions were immediately dragged out by the nursing home, and the cry was shocking.

In the inn, Qin Ping'an pushed open the window, just enough to look at the water temple from afar, seeing this movement, his brows were furrowed, only young and strong men were allowed to incense?

Just when Qin Ping'an was quietly looking at the Water Temple, a barefoot monk came to the door of the temple.

The monk looked up at the resplendent temple, clasped his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." ”

A singing sound, Sanskrit music rolling.

Qin Ping'an looked shocked, this monk ...... Buddhist ascetics?

Confucian black scholars, Buddhist ascetics, Taoist Fuxian boys, these three kinds of people can never be provoked, these three kinds of people represent the rules of the great wilderness world!

Those who can be selected for these three teams are all sages of character and geniuses with brilliant combat power, and the selection conditions are extremely demanding!

How could there be ascetics in the Lijiang Water Temple? Could it be that the Lijiang Water God's perverse actions have alarmed the ascetics?

The monk's gaze shifted slightly, and he nodded slightly towards Qin Ping'an's side.

Qin Ping'an smiled back with an embarrassed face, and quickly shrank back, such a keen sense!

The monk's chanting suppressed the crying of the team, and everyone looked back at this black and thin monk.

"Hey, are you a monk coming to turn into a fate or to worship the gods with incense?" Fat Miaozhu pushed away the crowd and walked over, squinting at the monk.

"The name of the little monk is Qingfeng, not for the fate of the Buddha, the poor monk has a Buddha in his heart, and he can't accommodate other ghosts and gods. The dervish replied with a bowed brow.

"That's strange, you're a monk, you don't make a relationship, you don't have incense, what are you doing here? Could it be that you're here to do something?" Fat Miaozhu continued to look around the monk, and said playfully.

The ascetic Qingfeng clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "The little monk happened to pass by here and saw that this Lijiang River Water Temple was full of grievances, and the causal aura was too heavy, so he needed to figure it out." ”

Fat Miao Zhu raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said gloomily: "It turned out to be a wild monk who is talking nonsense, monk, you are making a lot of nonsense in my water temple, do you know the consequences?"

A group of nurses immediately surrounded the Qingfeng monks.

When the surrounding people saw this posture, they all shrank to the side, the guards of the water temple are famous, and they don't have to eat lawsuits to kill troublemakers.

"If the monks don't speak, the little monk will naturally bear the consequences. "Qingfeng lowered his eyebrows, neither humble nor arrogant.

"You Yiye monk, what do you bear!" Fat Miaozhu's face was gloomy, talking nonsense in front of so many believers, slandering the gods of a country, how can he show his power if he is immortal!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this wild monk from nowhere, in our water temple, he is talking nonsense, slandering the majesty of the water god, and the water god loves the people, but we, as the guardians of the gods, will never allow such a thing to happen! Everyone said, what should we do?" The fat temple Zhu Yizheng raised his arms and shouted.

"Kill him!"

One of the onlookers suddenly shouted.

"Kill him, kill him......"

The crowd suddenly erupted in shouts, and the people were furious, glaring angrily at the monks, waving their hands and shouting.