The ancient trees covered with vines and moss trembled, and the swaying fallen leaves drifted through the dappled sunlight and settled at people's feet.
"Master, with so many people coming here, I'm afraid the threshold will be broken down."
The fat Taoist shook off his robe and sat down cross-legged next to Feihe. Over there, Chen Yuan was gently fiddling with the thick tree trunk, tracing the traces of previous carvings with his fingertips. Wu Guzhu couldn't stop itching.
Jitter.
"It's much better if the threshold is broken than if no one comes. First, let's bring some incense to restore some of the magic power of the heroes in the Hall of Heroes."
The wind blew, causing Chen Yuan's hair to fly gently among the fallen leaves. He passed by a heroic figure holding a short sword and glaring angrily, and smiled: "When there are more people, we will move the True Monarch Temple to another place."
"Isn't that such a pity."
"Wouldn't it be nice to leave a legend behind?"
Chen Yuan walked to the next person, patted the tree and said, "Be honest." Then he continued to draw.
The fat Taoist curled his lips and closed his eyes, "Then why waste your mana and make those jade scraps for the villagers to eat. I have never eaten what you made. It's not as good as them. I probably won't have the chance to eat it in the future."
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"Haha, this is what you have always wanted to say." Old Taoist Feihe opened his eyes and said, "People in the world worship gods and Buddhas. If it doesn't work, who will worship you? If no one comes to show the saint, who will believe in you? Not to mention Taoist friend Chen.
This approach also brings the best of both worlds, allowing the hard-working people to benefit from it, and the True King Temple will be proud to rekindle its incense."
"Brother Feihe, don't we value letting nature take its course?"
"Nonsense, without the incense, there would be no need for temples, temples, or the gods sitting inside to exist."
The fat Taoist shook his head.
"I feel that your cultivation is wrong."
After saying that, Feihe hit him on the head. He started his career earlier than Sun Zhengde, was older and had higher qualifications. Even if he hit him hard, the fat Taoist didn't dare to fight back.
"I entered Taoism earlier than you, and I have seen more than you. If I don't practice, how can I practice?"
"Feihe, I am not your disciple!"
The fat Taoist stood up from the ground with a swish, his mustache straightened on both sides, and he glared at Feihe with his hands on his hips: "I am also your junior brother, don't..."
Peng!
Feihe jumped up and was hit on the forehead with another chestnut, "If you dare to fight back, you are disrespecting your senior brother. Stop! You still want to run!"
The old Taoist rolled up his sleeves, swung his whisk and chased after the fat Taoist. When the whisk was thrown away, there was a crackling and bouncing sound of arcs.
While the two of them were noisily quarreling around the Wugu Pillar, Chen Yuan finished the last stroke and slapped the pillar with her palm.
"Spit it out."
The thick ancient pillars, the branches and leaves swayed violently, and amid the rustling sound, I saw a hole suddenly opened in the tree body, and something fell out of the hole, a bronze octagon, with carved birds and animals, mountains and rivers on it.
It is the Kunlun Mirror.
I learned from Lao Niu that after Chen Yuan put all his things here, Wu Guzhu hid the Kunlun Mirror in a tree for safekeeping and moved it to the mountains and forests. While being nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he was also nourished by divine power and grew.
It was so terrifying, like a sacred tree that stretched across the sky and the earth, even bigger than that in Luodu.
"What went wrong in the reversal of time and space? Maybe we can find the answer from this magical mirror."
"But we still have to wait until Mr. Guan and the others can move. It will be difficult for me to control them by myself."
After Chen Yuan checked it and found that there was no problem, he told Wu Guzhu to stay here and called two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin.
"Two old naughty boys, it's time to go."
Far away.
Just listen to Feihe Lao Dao's roar: "Devil-Conquering Divine Light!"
"Feihe, how dare you sneak attack on me!"
Among the fallen leaves, a chubby figure rolled on the ground and picked up fallen leaves.
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As Chen Yuan expected, the group of villagers who returned had already spread the news that afternoon.
Not only in the village, some people with good intentions also went to nearby villages and towns. He told them about the magical things that happened in Tuyao Village, and suddenly there was a sensation in all the villages and towns.
In this day and age, poor people will die if they catch a cold. If they meet such an enlightened person in the mountains and cast a spell with good intentions, they will live a second time.
However, most people still stay on the sidelines and listen to what they say. They have noses and eyes, so they should treat it as a spectacle, especially when told by people who are more than ten or dozens of miles apart, it is similar to the story in the rumors.
But when he heard the rumor, he went looking for the people and rushed back the next day. Among them, the one who had difficulty walking was actually jumping up and down in front of everyone.
Now that the news is confirmed, people who eat melons can't sit still. There is no patient in any house these days. For a while, there are people carrying family papers on their backs and holding their children, carrying baskets and carrying their sick wives, and even old men holding their hands.
With the sick donkey at home following everyone, it was even more lively than going to the market.
Led by people from Tuyao Village, they all went to the Taoist temple in the mountain. They lined up neatly at the foot of the mountainside and went up one by one to offer incense. Some pious people even inserted a pillar into each statue of the god, then knelt down on the futon to appeal to their relatives at home.
After getting rid of the disease, there are also poor people who hope that their children will grow up healthy and not have to live in poverty like them.
The poor people in the countryside are mostly simple, and they mostly pray for good health and for their children to grow up safely.
However, this time there was only one little Taoist boy in the temple, and there was no rumor that Mr. Pianpian came out to deliver dough to everyone. I thought that the miraculous effect in the temple would not appear, but those who had offered incense today had all their aches and pains gone the next day, and were in the market.
Speaking of which, I actually had the same dream that night. In the dream, there was a figure in green and gray robes standing in the clouds casting spells, and his appearance was exactly the statue of the True King in the center of the Taoist temple yesterday.
"The true king has appeared."
An old man led his wife, who had not gotten out of bed for many years, out of the house for the first time in several years. This attracted many passers-by to stop and watch the couple standing outside the courtyard gate, holding incense candles in their hands.
Bow in the direction of the mountain where Zhenjun Temple is located.
Some people who were originally doubtful gradually became shaken. After all, there were many people burning incense and worshiping on the street today.
It's a pity that people who go here because of its fame can't find the intersection leading to the valley. Even if someone has been there to lead the way, they can't find it.
But some people insisted on going. One of the children dragged his injured and disabled father with a wooden board. After squatting for three days, he was finally able to go in. Not long after, it was the child's father, who happily walked out with the little boy in his arms.
Soon after, it was rumored that he wanted to enter the True King's Temple to worship and pray for blessings. If it was a predestined relationship, he would be able to see it, but if he was not predestined, the entrance would be right in front of him and it would be difficult to enter.
No matter what the rumors were outside, Chen Yuan no longer had any thoughts on it at this time. The incense in the temple was rekindled. After gathering the power of the incense, he was locked in the dormitory and began to ponder the Kunlun Mirror in front of him.
The second master, who had regained consciousness, was holding the Green Dragon Sword, standing to one side, stroking his beautiful beard, and also thinking.