On the second day, the sky was bright, and the mortals in the ruined city walked out of the rebuilt houses one by one and converged towards the temple in the center of the city.

They offered incense, bowed to the Buddha, prayed for the Buddha's protection, and prayed for a safe return from fishing in the river and a rich harvest.

In the main hall, the old monk knocked on the wooden fish, recited the scriptures, and showed compassion on his face.

After the prayer was over, the crowd left the temple and walked towards the river. Walking in front are more than 30 strong men, all of whom are fishermen who are proficient in water and good at fishing and hunting.

It's just that at this time, these fishermen have no confidence on their faces, and the fear in their eyes is hard to hide.

At this moment in the Qingyang River, no matter how good their water nature is, it is difficult to guarantee their survival in the turbulent river and under the dangerous demon mouth.

All they can count on is the blessing of the Buddha!

Behind the more than 30 strong fishermen, there was a crowd of people seeing them off, and the suppressed crying in the crowd was faintly heard, all of which were the old parents, weak wives and children of the strong fishermen in front of them.

No one stopped them, and every time they went down to the river to fish, it was inevitable that a few people would stay in the river forever and die in the belly of the demon, so every time it was life and death, they had no intention and no power to stop it.

At this moment, on the side of the Qingyang River, above the Jiangshen Temple built by Bai Ye and others, a large light curtain suddenly appeared, and bursts of praise to the Qingyang River God came out of the light curtain.

Everyone couldn't help but look up, but saw that in the screen, there were a large number of mortals worshipping the river god in front of a river temple, from the praise and prayer, it can be seen that these mortals are also preparing to go down the river to fish, so they came here to worship the river god.

The bizarre screen propaganda and the same situation demanded that the mortals in the ruined city couldn't help but stop and look at the pictures and progress on the screen curiously.

In the temple in the center of the ruined city, the old monk Ding saw this, his face couldn't help but change, and he was about to shoot as soon as he raised the rosary in his hand and shattered the screen in the sky.

It's just that as soon as his hand was raised, he froze and didn't hit it.

At the door of the temple, Bai Ye walked in leisurely, the Yin-Yang Mirror of the natal spiritual weapon had been sacrificed, and the mirror light flashed on the black mirror, which had locked the other party.

"Master, you have thought about it, if you do it, our Ten Thousand Treasure Sect will definitely not be afraid of those forces behind you!"

Monk Dingyuan raised his arms slowly withdraw, folded his hands, and recited a Buddha name: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!

After that, he didn't say much, just knocked on the wooden fish and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing this, Bai Ye snorted coldly and said, "I hope it is as you say." ”

The large screen on the Jiangshen Temple continues to broadcast the scenes of fishermen sacrificing and fishing in settlements hundreds of miles downstream.

Worshipping the god of the river, bowing, praying, and offering incense are similar to the scenes of mortals in the ruined city bowing to the Buddha and praying for blessings in front of the temple every time they go down to the river, and there is not much difference.

However, the subsequent effect is very different!

The mortals in the ruined city, through the light curtain on the river temple, saw those fishermen who sacrificed to the river god, down to the Qingyang River, the river level is gentle, that is, there is no torrent, no whirlpool, it can be said to be extremely safe.

Su Yu even made the scene under the river manifest in the light curtain, and the mortals in the city clearly saw that in the depths of the river, there were water demons entrenched, but they did not dare to impact the boats and fishermen on the water, because they were blessed by the god of the Qingyang River.

And the fishermen on the boat catch fish, often go down in a net, and the harvest is extremely rich, which is several times more than the fishermen here in the abandoned city!

All this is in stark contrast to the danger and scarcity of the fishermen on this side of the abandoned city!

Seeing such a scene, there were suddenly discussions among the many mortals in the ruined city, some people looked at the 'River Temple' by the river, and the families of the fishermen immediately wanted to rush to the River Temple to bow and pray.

However, in the end, he was pulled and persuaded by some people in the crowd, who were often close to the temple, and even some people in the family were ordained in the Lingtai Temple, so they had a high status among mortals.

With their position and authority, they persuaded the abnormal crowd and stopped the impulse to worship the Jiang Temple.

Then, at their urging, the fishermen went down to the river again to fish.

It's still raging rivers, treacherous water monsters, and rare catches.

Perhaps sensing the crisis, this time, the monks who guarded them did their best, so the casualties this time were smaller than before, but there were still two fishermen who were dragged into the water by the water demon and buried in the demon's belly.

At night, in the houses in the rebuilt area of the abandoned city, the two families lit the lights, and the voices of sorrow and bitter weeping came from the house, which were the wives and children of the two dead fishermen.

The cry and grief spread from house to house throughout the redevelopment area, and the atmosphere around me became more and more oppressive and suffocating.

Today's catch is still insufficient, and tomorrow fishermen will have to go down to the river to fish, those families with fishermen, parents, wives and children are worried and afraid!

In the midst of sadness, depression, fear, and worry, the sound of chanting and prayer gradually came from every house.

Reciting the Buddha, worshiping the Buddha, praying for the protection of the Buddha, and blessing the family to return safely from fishing in the river tomorrow!

However, I don't know when, I don't know where it started, but gradually in the chanting of the Buddha and worshiping the Buddha, there were faint one or two strange prayers.

It is no longer the name of the Buddha who is recited, and the one who prays is no longer the Buddha, but the god of the river, and the one who recites and prays is the god of the river of Qingyang!

Although, the sound of this chanting and supplication is small and few, and it is almost inaudible in the many chanting and chanting of the Buddha.

But this voice and this prayer never ceased!

A spark can start a prairie fire!

In front of Lingtai Temple, the old monk Ding saw the scenes of mortal beings in the city clearly, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He knew that his mission had failed, and Lingtai Temple could not stop the Jiang Temple's advance to the northwest highlands.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and all living beings are suffering!" The old monk recited a Buddha number, turned over his hand and took out a communication jade slip, and sent the information here back to the Lingtai Temple in the northwest highlands.

After sending the message, the old monk sighed and returned to the temple, and soon the sound of wooden fish and chanting sounded again, as in the past!

In the blink of an eye, another night has passed, the sun rises in the east, the sun is shining, and today is still a good sunny day.

The people in the ruined city lit incense in front of the temple, worshiped the Buddha, and then walked towards the river again, ready to go down the river to fish.

At this time, the light curtain on the Jiangshen Temple was also lit up again, still promoting the safety and harvest of fishing in the river under the protection of the 'Qingyang River God'.

It's not a mighty power, but it's the thing that many mortals need most in the ruined city at this moment!

"Qingyang Jiangshen, please bless my son! I kowtow to you!"

An old woman, old and trembling while running, rushed out of the crowd and ran to the Jiangshen Temple and fell to the ground!

This time, no one can stop her!