Chapter 147 River God’s Golden Urn

Although Yu Lie and others did not know what the price would be for granting burial in advance, they knew that it would never be enough to rely solely on the strength of the three Heihe towns.

There was no other reason than that there were too many high-ranking Taoist boys present at the meeting.

After experiencing the large-scale army incident, the middle-level Taoist boys in the three towns were promoted, and there were many breakthroughs, plus the number of high-level Taoists accumulated in the past twelve years.

In Blackwater Town alone, there were thirty-seven high-ranking Taoist boys attending the meeting.

There were more than a hundred Taoist boys at the scene. They thought about it for a while and figured out that the teachings mentioned by the leader of Blackwater Monastery might only be a matter for a few people.

"Could it be that this early reward is the best benefit among merit-based rewards?" This idea appeared in the minds of many people.

Some people's hearts immediately beat loudly and they were overjoyed, while others showed regret, hating that they had not worked hard to gain credit among the larger soldiers.

Yu Lie was among them, so he naturally guessed this.

Although he also doubted this, he was not too excited like others and still paid close attention to the Black Water Temple Master in mid-air.

A few words from Master Heishui and others stirred up the minds of all the Taoist boys. The other party looked around at the restless Taoist boys, with a slight smile on his face.

Immediately, the man stood in mid-air, stepped on the steel pole, took off his Taoist crown, made it into a cape shape, and shouted:

"The soul is back! The soul is back!"

Buzz!

Amidst the shouts of mountain ghosts, the black wind insects scattered around gathered together again and fell at the opponent's feet.

Soon, an altar made of clouds and mist appeared in everyone's eyes.

This altar is more than ten feet wide and covers the middle of three mountains. It is like a floating island, built up layer by layer, at random heights, and billowing.

The master of Black Water Temple stood at the highest point of the altar, with disheveled hair, holding a bright red sword in his hand, dancing left and right, shouting and shouting.

When such a huge momentum appeared, the eighth-grade Taoist disciples on the three hills saw it, and they all walked out in small steps, stepping on the swarms of insects in the air, and climbed onto the black cloud-like altar.

The two Taoists, respectively dressed in green robes and gold robes, also lowered their heads and walked up.

They lined up around the Black Cloud Dharma Altar, all bowing their heads and shouting: "The soul has returned! I sincerely invite the master of the temple to confer the urn."

thunderbolt!

More than a dozen Taoist priests of the eighth grade and above opened an altar to perform rituals above the Blackwater River. The sky suddenly turned stormy, and billowing dark clouds shrouded the heads of everyone.

The Heishui River under the altar is also turbulent, as if an angry dragon is roaring.

Storms and clouds are gathering.

The rest of the group of Taoist boys stayed on the top of the mountain, watching the Black Water Monastery Master and others ascending to the sky, as if they were seeing immortals. Their bodies were swaying back and forth, like short grass and shrubs, being covered by

The rustling sound of blowing.

Such momentum really opened the eyes of the Taoists.

As the turmoil continued, the chuckle in the mouth of the Black Water Temple Master who was doing the practice on the highest altar turned into a big laugh:

"Pray for blessings, and respectfully invite the first master. In the sixty years since you came to Bishan Town, I have nourished 3,600 grains of high-quality Taoist boys, and raised 14 people of eighth-grade Taoist disciples...Fu Wei Shang Feast, please dragon

Qi appears!"

After saying that, the master of Blackwater Temple knelt down and sat on the highest altar, bowed and bowed.

"Fu Wei Shang Xiang, please reveal your dragon spirit"

The Taoist disciples and others who followed him up to the altar were like clay puppets, kowtowing on the altar. Even though the swarms of black clouds of insects climbed onto their heads and lingered around their bodies, they were completely unaware.

Don't care.

On the contrary, Yu Lie and others, this group of little Taoist boys, were still staying on the top of the mountain, not knowing whether to continue sitting or to stand up, kneel down, and kowtow.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the uppermost sky of the altar, hanging high above the head of the Black Water Temple, shining brightly.

Its light color was like condensed milk, flowing erratically, and finally formed a luxurious, exquisite, and royal talisman in mid-air.

All the Taoists who saw this golden urn, whether it was the Master of Black Water Monastery or others, felt as if they had seen the sun, feeling dazzling, but full of vitality and exuding a sense of warmth.

Among them, Taoist priests in green robes and golden robes saw the golden basket, and their eyes showed longing.

Their faces remained calm, but they secretly communicated through unknown methods.

The golden-robed Taoist said with emotion:

"Sure enough, the old guy is going to die soon. This time he not only advanced the urn conferring ceremony before the training, but also directly summoned the river god's golden urn!"

When the Qingyi Taoist heard this, his eyes jumped: "Brother Taoist, this golden urn is the authority of the entire Blackwater River, the key to the secret realm?"

The golden-robed Taoist replied: "Of course. The Taoist court rules the world and has divided the gods. If the seventh-grade Taoist priests refine the Yinshen, they will be qualified to receive the status of gods and manage the rivers and mountains for the Taoist court."

"It's just that ordinary seventh-grade Taoist officials can only be a ghost. Even to death, they can only hold the position of a day wandering god or a night wandering god. It's not like our teacher, who has the river god's gold."

Ruan!" Jinpao Taoist sighed again.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi was not completely ignorant, he was just younger than the Taoist in Gold and had never seen the "Black Water River Barrier" with his own eyes before.

The Qingyi Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly and sent a message to remind:

"Brother Dao, cheer up! If the old guy refines this golden urn of the river god, you and I will have to wait for another sixty years. Only when he is completely gone will you have a chance to inherit this urn, and I will have a chance.

Get out of here."

After several more messages, the Qingyi Taoist and the Jinpao Taoist conspired, and then they stopped their private discussions and continued to serve the Black Water Monastery Master in a serious manner to open the altar.

If Yu Lie could hear what these two people were talking about secretly and gain some insight, he would suddenly understand why these two people were plotting the life of the Blackwater Temple Master.

It turns out that the Taoist in Jinpao was eyeing the Golden Ribbon of the River God controlled by the Master of Blackwater Temple, while the Taoist in Qingyi hoped to share the legacy of the Master of Blackwater Temple and leave the remote place of Heishui River.

Although the Master of the Blackwater Temple has always been in charge of the golden urn of the Blackwater River and is regarded as the river god of this place, he has never truly refined this golden urn.

Because once a Taoist refines the golden urn of gods, his own Taoist urn will be integrated into it, and he will be separated from the Taoist book and ranked in the god and ghost book.

Although this will have many benefits, as you will be directly protected by the Taoist Dragon Qi. However, there are also many disadvantages, such as being unable to leave the jurisdiction for the rest of your life, and having to obey the arrangements of your superiors, etc.

The gods and earth gods are gods in name, which sounds nice, but in reality they are just lackeys of the Taoist court to control the world, and they are only equivalent to the officials in the yamen.

More importantly, once a Taoist becomes a god, his own path will be cut off and there will be no room for growth.

Therefore, except for those Taoists who have no potential, or those who are about to die of old age, people in the immortal way will not refine their own Taoist urn into the golden urn of the gods early, and are not in a hurry to fit in with the gods.

However, the Master of the Black Water Temple cannot break through to the sixth level now and is about to die of old age. Naturally, he has to get into an alloy body and become a true river god of the Black Water River.

Because only in this way, after the physical body dies of old age, the other party can continue to live for another sixty years with the help of Tao Ting's dragon energy and the soul body, and the total life span can reach two hundred and forty years.

There is no way forward and life is coming to an end. In this situation, the Master of Black Water Temple has no other choice.

What Taoist Jinpao wanted to do was to take advantage of the fact that the Black Water Monastery Master had not yet refined the River God's Golden Barrel, seize it into his own hands, and refine it himself.

As for Taoist Qingyi, this person was because he first became a Taoist disciple three years after arriving in Blackwater Town. Even though he has made an early breakthrough and became a seventh-grade Taoist official, he is still only a Taoist due to the agreement he made back then.

Being able to stay near the Blackwater River and shouldering responsibilities.

Therefore, one of them wanted to divide the family property, and the other wanted to leave this place. They did not want the Master of Blackwater Temple to refine the Golden Barrel of the River God before his death and continue to weigh on their heads for a long time.

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Buzz!

Over the Heihe River, the Golden Barrel of the River God continues to shine brightly.

The master of Blackwater Temple seemed completely unaware of the thoughts of the two Taoists in blue and gold. He stood up from the altar and looked up at the golden urn of the river god that appeared, with a look of sadness and emotion on his face.

After thinking quietly for a few times, the Master of Black Water Temple gently waved his sleeves and prayed:

"I respectfully ask Dalong Qi to consecrate all my disciples."

After that, he faced the three hills, waved and whispered: "Little guys, come here."

Clusters of insect swarms condensed into futons or stones above the Heihe River, arranged in a formation, and extended to the Taoist boys of the three towns.

The black wind blew, seeming to urge everyone to climb onto the floating black stone and walk towards the altar.

At this time, the green-robed Taoist and the golden-robed Taoist either sneered or scolded and urged:

"The master is so generous today. Although it is just a lie, it is a rare opportunity, but it is much better than what we did back then. Why don't you come forward to listen to the Dharma and accept the gift!"

On the other hand, some of the Taoist boys in Blackwater Town were already busy walking towards the Black Cloud Altar above the river.

The remaining columns were also mixed in.

The Taoist boys from Greenwood Town and Huangsha Town heard their mayor speaking and quickly followed him.

More than a hundred high-ranking Taoist boys lined up, circling and squeezing toward the Black Water Monastery at the highest point of the altar.

Each of them had different expressions, some looked happy and some looked surprised.

Others chewed on the words of Taoist priests in green and gold robes: "Fake urns, what is a fake urn? Can there be fake urns?"

Finally, the first high-ranking Taoist boy walked up to the Blackwater Temple Master, with an expression of excitement and uneasiness on his face, and he was quite expectant.

The Taoist boy looked at the master of Black Water Temple who was very close at hand, and quickly bowed and knelt down to kowtow.

But the powerful Black Water Temple Master just now seemed like a kind and ordinary old man, saying warmly: "Just bow down, no need to be polite."
To be continued...