Chen Yang was walking along the Longmen River and looked up to see the Longjun Temple.
When he walked into it, the temple was crowded with devout believers, burning incense and worshiping.
Since Longjun returned in the form of a dragon, the Longmen River has not flooded for hundreds of years, and the people around him live and work in peace and contentment. This is an unprecedented achievement in ancient times, so the incense in Longjun Temple is also flourishing.
Chen Yang walked among them and through the surrounding murals, he confirmed the story of the Dragon King that he had seen in the county annals.
After the Dragon King returned, he immediately activated the Longmen River to flood the Taoist Gate.
The Taoist sect is called Qingyun Sect. It has a special practice, it is a sword cultivator, and all the Yin gods rely on swords. It is said that one sword can break all kinds of magic, and it is best at martial arts.
As a result, not only did they not stop the Dragon King from transforming into a dragon, but they were also allowed to control the water and seal the mountains for hundreds of years, making them disgraced.
It's just that the Dragon Lord's transformation into a dragon will eventually lead to the destruction of all living beings, so what the Qingyun Sect did cannot be wrong.
A hundred years after the mountain was closed, the Dragon Lord retreated and built the Dragon Lord Temple, which moved clouds and rain to ensure peace and prosperity for hundreds of years, thus making up for his previous mistakes.
"This Dragon Lord is amazing."
Chen Yang clicked his tongue in admiration.
“It’s like shouldering the duties of Dragon King and City God, protecting countless living beings for hundreds of years, and all the karmic obstacles have been eliminated.
He is actually a righteous god!”
Chen Yang turned around and left the Longjun Temple.
He was so interested mainly because he had heard too many legends about evil dragons and had never thought that such a righteous dragon king would exist in the world.
This dragon king was born powerful, but he was able to achieve this level the day after tomorrow. Now hundreds of years have passed, who knows how strong he has become?
"Can you beat the original owner, the father of Zhenbei King?"
"It's hard to say."
Chen Yang did not dwell on this and continued to visit Longmen County, buying various things to fill his small yard.
The old grandma left him a lot of good things, as well as a lot of ordinary gold and silver, which is enough for him to use now.
We are really short of money. With Chen Yang's current level of cultivation, it is not difficult to get some gold and silver.
Chen Yang bought the best pens, inks, paper and inkstones, filled a study room with all kinds of official books and miscellaneous books, and also bought a large century-old fruit tree with great interest.
He has traveled all over Longmen County and seen this fruit tree in a village on the banks of the Longmen River. There is no similar variety.
The key is that Chen Yang didn't know the fruit tree itself, but the fruit it produced was very similar to the lotus mist fruit he was famous for in Xiajiang City on Earth.
It is as thin as an apple, pinkish-white in color, and full of moisture, as if dew and mist have long condensed on it.
Chen Yang happily spent a lot of money and asked the villagers to dig out a century-old tree and transplant it to his yard for him.
As for whether it was the lotus mist, Chen Yang didn't care. After all, it was just a thought before returning to Earth.
The fruits of this era are not edible and are extremely sour, which is why this lotus mist fruit is not valued by others.
Chen Yang knocked down the fruit from the tree, and immediately spread a futon under the tree. He sat cross-legged on it, leaning against the lotus mist tree, and ran the meditation method over and over again.
First, the Golden Crow patrols the sky, and after exhausting the power of the Yin God, he then visualizes Yuanshi Tianzun recovering instantly, and so on.
Gradually, the fire nature of his Golden Crow, the beginning of the chaos of the Yuan Dynasty, and the special charm of the beginning of the Hongmeng circulated in Chen Yang, and by leaning against the lotus mist tree, it was as if there was an extra cycle outside the body, flowing through the huge body.
It flows on centuries-old trees.
Gradually, every time Chen Yang meditated on meditation, the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing the leaves disappeared, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.