Chapter 67 Dream Hunting, God's Name: East Mountain Hunting Duke
The statue is in an inverted shape, with its hands on the ground, its head underneath, and its feet in the sky.
Isn't this what it looks like when you fall off a cliff?
Could it be that the carpenter didn't know himself and carved a statue according to the shape of his fall?
Thinking of this, Song Lin was a little speechless.
The statue is no ordinary statue. Once carved, the image cannot be changed.
And when ghosts and gods appear in the future, it will be this image.
Now that the soul is condensed, it is time to consider how to enhance its strength.
"Ghosts have no meridians and cannot practice cultivation. They can only practice according to the cultivation methods of the wild gods in ghost temples." Song Lin thought to himself.
Anyway, there is no Taoist sect in this world, so there is no need to worry about attracting attacks from the Taoist sect.
King Panhu, the highest god in this worldview, created the world, his hair turned into trees, his eyes turned into the sun and moon, his breath turned into wind and clouds, and his flesh and blood turned into mountains and rivers.
And the essence and blood turned into folk gods.
In this world, almost every walk of life and whatever you do are protected by ghosts and gods.
There is a mountain god for hunting, a kitchen god for eating, a fish god for fishing, and a river god for rivers.
These are just types, not names of gods. The gods in charge of these things are different in different places; King Anliu, the fairy boy who protects the house, the old man Dongshan on the mountain, etc.
"Dongshan Hou Village is located at the foot of Dongshan Mountain. The people living here are hunting, so it can be regarded as my basic base..."
Song Lin thought to himself.
God's position is based on local conditions. It depends on where you are.
People make a living here by hunting, so they can't hold positions like fish god or grain god.
"As for the God of Hunting, no one is competing for the position."
The biggest god here is Dongshan Old Man. This guy should be a mountain god, and he is also an evil god.
Tigers are sent down the mountain to eat many people every year. The villagers respect and fear him, and spend a lot of manpower and material resources to worship this guy.
Then again, if you rashly allow people to worship you, you may be attacked by the old man from Dongshan.
But this is not a problem. Once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can project powerful weapons and magic weapons from reality.
Thinking of this, Song Lin probably had some concerns in his heart.
In this case, let's capture this village first.
First of all, you need to find someone to entrust your dream to, show your strength, and let him build a temple for you.
Only when temples are built and people offer incense can mana be generated.
Such ghosts and gods do not generate their own mana. The mana comes from incense.
Song Lin turned around and took Yin Feng out to Dongshan.
The body of the ghost is light and translucent, with a faint ghostly aura lingering around it.
This body of ghosts and gods is different from the physical body. It has no sense of smell, touch or taste, and relies entirely on telepathy, which gave Song Lin a strange feeling.
After entering the dungeon for many years, I have experienced everything in my body.
The mountain fog is hazy and the moonlight is clear.
Song Lin came to the mountain spring and suddenly noticed movement in a small cave on the mountain wall. When he looked inside, a white shadow flashed away.
"Huh? White fox!"
The white fox is an extremely rare beast, and its fur can be sold for a hundred taels of silver in the market.
Thinking of this, Song Lin had a plan in mind.
Dongshanhou Village, inside the village chief’s home.
An old man with dark skin and calloused hands and feet was sleeping. Next to him was his wife. Hunting tools were hung on the wall.
Not all village chiefs are rich. In a poor mountain village like this, even the village chief has to go hunting to feed his family.
In a dream, village chief Yang Dashan came to a luxurious temple, surrounded by hazy white mist, like a fairyland.
Yang Dashan subconsciously walked into the temple and saw an inverted statue of a god enshrined in the depths of the temple. In front of the statue stood a young man in purple official uniform.
The young man turned around slowly.
The appearance is somewhat familiar, but I can't recall it.
"Uncle Yang, long time no see."
"You... you are Wu Lang?" Yang Dashan suddenly remembered that he was the unlucky child who fell off the cliff seven years ago. "You... do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"No, I have become a god."
Song Lin told a long story.
He said that after his death, he saw the goddess Panhu sitting down. The goddess taught him the mysterious method of nine heavens and studied it in the sky for seven days. Because one day in the sky, one year in the earth, and seven years below.
This story is a bit embarrassing, but I have to continue it.
No matter what the deity is, it must have a loud background.
You must know that Song Lin grew up in this mountain village. None of these old people know about his dark history and embarrassing things.
It is obviously impossible to get people to pay homage to you without making up a resounding background.
"This..." The old village chief still couldn't believe it.
"Without further delay, there is a cliff in the pine forest of Fangmaxi in Dongshan Mountain. There is a white fox in the cave at the foot of the cliff. You will find out if you go there tomorrow. Remember, after you sell the fox skin, build me a temple to ensure that you have a prosperous hunt!"
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, the temple and Song Lin disappeared.
The next day, the old village chief woke up, surprised and suspicious of his dream last night.
When I told my wife and son about this, they also felt like they were losing their minds.
"It's strange. It's impossible to dream of Wu Lang for no reason."
Yang Dashan murmured to himself that he was also a superstitious person, so he dragged his son up the mountain regardless of his complaints.
Unexpectedly, after this trip, they actually got the white fox. After selling it for a hundred taels of silver, the whole family believed in Wulang.
When he returned to the village and told the villagers about this, the villagers were shocked and doubtful, but they had to believe it after seeing the village chief's sudden wealth.
Liu Niang heard this and ran home quickly.
"Fifth Brother, Fifth Brother has really shown his spirit."
Liu Niang cried with joy.
Fifth brother not only came back, but also became a god. Who can understand the sadness of not being understood by others in the past seven years.
Others said that Liu Niang was bewitched. If her husband Zhou Da had not understood her, she might have gone crazy.
"Uh...really?" Zhou Da couldn't believe it either.
"The village chief said it. He also said that he would invite craftsmen from the next village to come over and build a temple for Fifth Brother."
"That's great!" Zhou Da grinned with big white teeth and smiled honestly. The village chief is the most prestigious person in the village, so what he said can't be wrong.
"Liu Niang!!"
The village chief brought people in, paid him ten taels of silver, and said, "Show Lao Lin the statue, and he will carve a big one later."
Song Lin's bone altar must also be placed in the temple for worship.
Five days later.
The temple was built.
The temple is not big, about the same area as the Earth Temple, three steps long and wide, with yellow tiles and white walls, and an inverted statue of Goro that is half a man tall.
The craftsmanship of this wooden frame is obviously much higher than that of Liu Niang. The face of the statue is painted with green and red paint, and its eyes are angry and ferocious, making it very majestic.
The village chief lit incense candles, placed pig heads, roosters, beef, etc., and recited the incantation to invite the gods:
"I invite Song Wulang, who was born in the year of Jiazi, to hold a horn in his hand and blow it once, making the sky yellow and the ground yellow... There are names in the altars everywhere, and good luck comes to every household. Disciples knock to pray for the coming!"
Since I don't have much education, the mantra for praying to gods is somewhat straightforward.
The village chief stamped his right foot hard, struck the gong next to him, and blew the horn to pray to God for success.
God’s name: Dongshan Hunting Lord.
People generally call him Wulangshen.
At the same time, Song Lin, who was floating on the statue, also sensed that there was an extra line of information in the catalog of monsters.