To go from Licheng to Yuhang, it would take more than ten days to reach Yuhang by horseback riding day and night. Why don't we take the ordinary route? We will arrive in less than an hour.
Watching the little beast crash out, several people stepped out one after another, and a gust of cold wind mixed with icy water vapor hit their faces.
"Are we here?" Yan Qishan looked behind him. The Yin Road no longer existed, but they were in another area.
The soul-nurturing jade gourd on Qin Liuxi's waist was trembling. She opened it and let Tai Qing's soul float out.
"Uncle Feng, it's right here." Tai Qing floated in the air, looked around, and then floated to a certain place.
Qin Liuxi asked the still confused people to follow him.
In the night, the few people looked like ghosts. If it weren't for the little beast that was still shining, I might not have been able to see the road clearly.
"It was late at night when everyone was quiet. Otherwise, if we appeared out of thin air, we might scare some people and scream that there is a ghost." Chang Shan couldn't help but secretly marveled when he thought that there was no one around when they appeared. "
"No." Yan Qishan rubbed his hands and said, "I have lived to this age and experienced so many things I have never seen before in one day, and I feel that my trip in this life has not been in vain."
In his mind, he actually came up with several stories about wild monsters, and he said to Tang Shan, "Old Tang, things are going wrong here. Why don't we put together an episode and just make up these wild monsters?"
Tangshan Chang's eyes lit up.
"As teachers and leaders, you still dare to spread these strange powers and chaos?" Qin Liuxi turned around and glanced at them after hearing this.
"Have you never heard of anonymous writing? We can share a pen name." Yan Qishan said proudly.
Qin Liuxi spread his hands and said: Okay, you like it, just do whatever you want.
Tai Qing could no longer be seen, but Yan Qishan knew the direction of the small temple and took the lead and took a shortcut with a few people.
Two-quarters of an hour later, they saw Tai Qing standing in front of a small temple no more than the size of an ordinary tomb.
The little beast had disappeared, and the surrounding area was dark. Qin Liuxi took out the two remaining candles from the sack and lit them for lighting. With the weak firelight, he could see the whole view of the small temple.
The small temple is built on the edge of the Green Lake, next to a big banyan tree. It occupies a small area and is very simple. There is still some moss on the wall and it looks very old. In front of the small temple, there is an incense burner made of stone.
The cauldron is filled with fragrant bones. It can be seen that people come here to worship and worship.
Yan Qishan walked forward excitedly, wanting to shout, "Ancestor, great-grandson is here."
Tai Qing stood motionless in front of the small temple, only staring at a faceless clay statue in the temple with tears streaming down his face, and repeatedly chanting: "You don't even have a face, do you have no face to come out to see me?"
The night is dark, and the small temple is built next to the lake. The cold wind blows and the whistling sounds are endless, making people feel bitingly cold.
Qin Liuxi looked at the statue, and he didn't know who made it. Even if he didn't know what the water god really looked like, he could use his imagination to give some facial features. It turned out to be a bare face, and the body of the clay statue was wrapped in red.
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This demigod is a bit miserable.
Yan Qishan didn't know that this water god was his ancestor before, so he didn't think anything of it when he came to worship him. Now he sees the statue in such a shabby state, without even a face, and feels even more unhappy.
"Little Xi girl, even if we don't build a temple, we really can't reshape this statue, and we won't make a golden body. At least it has a face, right?" Yan Qishan said with red eyes: "Aren't all the statues in temples and Taoist temples?
My ancestors are the only ones who have the dignity."
Qin Liuxi: "It's not that you can't be molded, but it's better not to be exactly the same. Even Tai Qing said you look like him, who knows if anyone will think of you."
Yan Qishan's heart felt cold, but he soon became happy again: "As long as you have a good face."
"Let's ask the god in question." Qin Liuxi pointed at the statue slantingly.
Tai Qing floated in front of her, approached her with a pale face, and said, "Can you call him out? I called him for a long time, but there was no movement."
Qin Liuxi leaned back, wondering if it was because he couldn't see anyone, and Tai Qing's resentment deepened.
"Try asking God."
Qin Liuxi looked at Teng Zhao, who took off the baggage he was carrying, rummaged through it, took out a box, a small pot of wine, a wine glass, and a plate of fried peanuts and put them on the table.
Yan Qishan saw her taking three sticks of incense and offering them to them, and couldn't help but ask: "I saw you offering incense to those ghosts before, so why are there four sticks?"
"Three gods and four ghosts."
Qin Liuxi lit the incense, bowed respectfully to the statue in the small temple three times, and silently recited in his heart: "...Qin Liuxi, a disciple of Qingping Temple in Licheng, worships Yan Fengbo, the God of Green Lake Water, and asks God to descend.
Channel me."
Everyone was waiting quietly.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the wind whimpered.
Boom--boom, boom, boom!
Suddenly, several gongs rang, which made several people jump up in fright and start running away.
"You sleep and I wake up, it's freezing cold."
call.
It turned out that the watchman passed by and it was the fourth watch.
Few people dared to say that it would be a sin to wander around here at this hour for fear of scaring the watchman into thinking he was seeing a ghost.
But they didn't care. The watchman was across the long street and saw a few shadowy figures here. There was also a refreshing fragrance wafting down the wind, and he was so frightened that he threw his gong stick.
"There's a ghost!"
Everyone watched the watchman disappear: "..."
sin.
The wind is coming.
Teng Zhao looked at the small temple, breathing heavily, and reminded: "Here we come."
Everyone was startled and looked over, but saw a phantom slowly appearing above the small temple, dressed in red cloth like a cassock, with a bare head and a very young and gentle face, and the whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of light.
It's like Buddha's light, but also like divine light.
"Are you inviting this god?" The water god's shadow was very weak, as if it could be dispersed by a touch and could not last long.
Qin Liuxi looked over, glanced from beginning to end, and frowned: "Water God Fengbo?"
The Water God was startled: "Uncle Feng, no one has called me that for a long time."
"So you still remember who your last name is? Uncle Feng, do you still remember Tai Qing from Yongzhou?" Tai Qing rushed forward excitedly, and before he got close, he let out a shrill scream.
"Don't touch..."
Before Qin Liuxi had time to remind him, Tai Qing had already been stirred out by the divine light on Uncle Feng's body, and the soul that had been solidified after being fed and entered into the soul-nurturing pot instantly changed back to the time it came out.
No, it's even weaker than it was then.
Everyone was stunned, but not as dumbfounded as Tai Qing. She looked at Uncle Feng with disbelief and panic in her eyes.
Only then did Feng Bo notice her. He looked at her face carefully, and some long-standing memories came back to him: "Tai Qing?"
He wants to go.
Qin Liuxi stopped him and shook his head: "Don't go there. You are a god and she is a ghost. If you get close to her, your merits and divine power will only hurt her."
Seeing that Tai Qing's soul was so weak that it looked like it was about to disperse, she had no choice but to take out another soul-fixing talisman and hit it, saying: "God can defeat ghosts and kill them. If you approach rashly, you will hurt yourself and even lose your soul."
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Tai Qing's eyes oozed blood and tears. He hadn't seen him for a hundred years and became a stranger at first sight. He might as well have died in a hurry!
