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Chapter 027

The mountains are covered with snow.

When several students arrived, the person playing the qin had already disappeared, and they couldn't help but beat their chests and stamp their feet.

"It's a shame that the beast walked so slowly, so we wasted time and couldn't catch a glimpse of the eighth-grade piano master." A fat student said with great annoyance, "If we had come early, we would not have missed it."

"Brother Chen, there's no need to do anything."

One student laughed and pointed to a few sets of footprints and said, "This eighth-grade piano master may be a teacher at the academy."

When all the students saw several sets of footprints heading down the mountain towards the academy, their eyes lit up.

Some students were quite excited and said, "Isn't it true that we will be blessed with ears in the future?"

"Definitely!"

All the students couldn't help but smile and walked down the mountain.

The sound of the piano let many students know that an eighth-grade qin master had arrived at the academy.

Some students guessed that they were teachers from the academy, while others boldly guessed that they were students who came to the academy to study.



When the sound of the piano disappears.

Feng Qingyan's hands gradually became quiet.

He couldn't help but stare at his hands carefully. Was there something wrong with his hands, or was it the sound of the piano causing trouble?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the sound of the piano. The academy has not yet been completed, and many craftsmen are still busy building it. If their hands cannot control their trembling, wouldn't it be possible that the building will collapse and the pavilion will be destroyed?

Who dares to do this?

And there's no need for that.

Then... there might be something wrong with his hands, but why? Feng Qingyan frowned and looked at his slender and white hands.

happy?

Excited?

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it, continuing to read scriptures and history like crazy.

He has the knowledge and wisdom of his previous life, so as long as he can read, it is not difficult to read. As long as he has read all the classics and history collections thoroughly, he will be able to comprehend them and make them his own knowledge, and thus truly embark on the holy path.

evening.

Zhou Chang came to invite Feng Qingyan to attend the cultural gathering.

However, Feng Qingyan refused. He really didn't have time to attend any literary conferences. Now that he was almost literate, he could read a collection of classics and history.

What he lacks now is time.

As long as he is given a year and a half, he will be able to catch up with other students.

He is not arrogant, but confident!

Zi Shi.

Jiu Ge appears again.

Feng Qingyan, who was studying hard, saw Jiu Ge constantly signaling, so he put down his book and asked with a smile: "Jiu Ge, what's the matter?"

Jiuge hurriedly rushed out of the wooden house.

Feng Qingyan basically understood at a glance that Jiu Ge was taking him somewhere again.

"Then go."

Feng Qingyan didn't think much about it.

After a while, Jiuge brought Feng Qingyan to the mountain temple that was built before.

This mountain temple was not destroyed by the academy's edict, because Jiu Ge had not moved in without Feng Qingyan's permission. However, Jiu Ge became a little anxious when he saw that Feng Qingyan had not given permission for a long time and seemed to have forgotten.

At this time, seeing Jiuge signaling to the mountain temple, Feng Qingyan understood and asked with a smile: "Do you want to use this temple as your own temple?"

Jiuge immediately expressed his affirmation.

It wasn't that Feng Qingyan had forgotten, but that he felt like he had overlooked something.

Because I had never figured out the key point, I didn’t instruct Jiu Ge to use this as my temple. I planned to clarify the matter first.

The temple shouldn't be that simple.

If the canonization was done by princes or Confucianism, something might be hidden in the book, causing Jiu Ge to be controlled by others.

"Jiu Ge, wait for now."

Feng Qingyan stared at the mountain temple and said silently for a while.

Jiuge said it didn't understand, but Feng Qingyan said so, and it didn't dare to resist.

"What have you ignored? It's strange, why do you feel this way?" Feng Qingyan couldn't help but think about it, looked at the mountain temple, then looked at Jiuge, and said: "Jiuge, let's bury the mountain order

Show me."

Jiuge was shocked when he heard this.

"I just took a look and will return it to you." Feng Qingyan smiled and said, "If I wanted to, I wouldn't help you ascend to the position of mountain god."

Jiuge hesitated for a moment and then spit out the Burial Mountain Order.

Feng Qingyan followed the Burial Mountain Order and observed it carefully, clearly seeing the texture on the token. He looked at it for a while, but still didn't see anything, and said: "Jiu Ge, take me back first. The Burial Mountain Order is dawn."

How about giving it back to you?"

Jiuge was very hesitant, but after looking at Feng Qingyan, he agreed.

Return to the cabin.

Feng Qingyan continued to observe the Burial Mountain Order under the oil lamp in the study, while Jiu Ge stood by nervously.

After a while, he closed his eyes and felt the Burial Mountain Order carefully.

What I ignored might be related to the ghost gate behind me...

Originally, when Jiuge was a mountain soul, he was suppressed by the laws of the holy way and might never become a god in his lifetime. However, because of the ghost gate behind him, the chains of laws communicated with Jiuyou, thus intertwining the burial mountain god's throne.

If the deity communicates with Jiutian, it will be governed by Jiutian.

If the deity communicates with Jiuyou, it will be under the jurisdiction of Jiuyou.

The problem seems to be here.

Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, making Jiu Ge next to him sleepless and uneasy. He wanted to return to Burial Mountain but did not dare.

If a god is enthroned by humans, will he be under the jurisdiction of princes and human kings?

The Burial Mountain God's throne came from the connection with Jiuyou, so it should be consecrated by Jiuyou... What would happen if the princes and kings of the human world came to consecrate it?

He doesn't know what will happen, but it is very likely that there will be all restrictions and even be controlled by others.

But what is under the Nine Netherworld?

Feng Qingyan didn't know even more.

Um?

At this time, Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment. It seemed that the Burial Mountain God's Table communicated with the Nine Nethers of the Ghost Gate behind him, and it might be the Nine Nethers that he had governed in his previous life.

And in his previous life, he seemed to be the Lord of the Underworld...

Then, wouldn’t it be up to him to confer the title? Moreover, he had confused something before, that is, the burial mountain god throne and the burial mountain god are two different things.

One is a divine position, such as the Burial Mountain Order; the other is a god, such as Jiu Ge.

If he can be canonized, the only possibility is his own blood!

Feng Qingyan walked out of the wooden house and suddenly looked up at the night sky. The world became hazy again, and he saw black law chains connected to the burial mountain.

However, these chains of laws appear to be very messy.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but frowned, feeling something was wrong, and said: "Mountain God, this shouldn't be like this..."

A mountain god should not only have the power of a mountain god.

There should also be the responsibility of the mountain god.

Responsibilities also need to be clearly defined for easy management.

"Jiuge takes me to the mountain temple."

Feng Qingyan looked back and seemed to have discovered something.

Jiuge was a little surprised when he heard this, and then sent Feng Qingyan to the mountain temple again. Feng Qingyan walked to the sacred table of the mountain temple and looked at the statues placed on the sacred table.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly bit off his finger, painted a stroke on the statue, and said: "In my name, grant the Burial Mountain Order the magical power of 'spring breeze turns into rain', so that it can nourish all things in Burial Mountain."

He didn't know if he could make it.

If it succeeds, it will definitely be earth-shattering and cause shock in the world.



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