"...I will set up a throne of immortality for you..."
The vague words lingered in the depths of his mind as if in a dream. At this time, Chen Yuan was walking in the empty Hall of Heroes, looking up at the four statues of gods on each side of the altar, stroking the colors with his fingertips.
There are colorful carvings in the eyes: Guan Gong is holding a green dragon stroking his beard; Zhang Fei is glaring with a snake spear; Qin Qiong is holding a copper mace on the top of his helmet, Yuchi Jingde is wearing a bow and a bag, charging into the formation.
Heroes from different dynasties and different stories stood before him alive. He couldn't describe this feeling.
"There will be more outstanding people in the world in the future... I wonder if other changes will happen as the number increases."
While looking up at the four statues of gods, there were suddenly intermittent words floating in his ears, which made Chen Yuan frown.
'Where is the sound coming from?'
This Taoist temple was revealed deep in his heart. It was impossible for other words to come in. When Chen Yuan listened carefully to the content of these vague words, strands of silk threads penetrated through the sky clouds outside the Taoist temple and crossed the mountains.
Green field, flew straight into the main hall.
Chen Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand. These threads had no texture whatsoever and sank into his palm silently. Each thread was like a scroll unfolding in his mind. Some people knelt on the ground to pray devoutly, and some cried softly and put their palms together to worship...
This scene was somewhat familiar to Chen Yuan.
Xiaojiang Town...
After carving Qin Qiong... I felt a Qing Xuan energy in my chest. I saw the troupe performing on the stage, and I saw the scene where Qin Qiong's wood carving was invited back to be worshiped. It was the same scene.
In other words, whether you worship the wood carving or worship me, you can get these 'silk threads'?
Think of this.
Chen Yuan laughed, if in the future these performances would spread the stories of the outstanding figures in the wood carvings... But the smile faded after a few moments.
This is to steal the incense from the gods of heaven and earth.
‘I just put the gods that originally belonged to this world back into their place, well, I just corrected them’
Thinking of this, Chen Yuan felt much better. He smiled and looked at the four statues of gods behind him who turned their heads, and stepped out with a flick of his wide sleeves.
"What I thought was right, everyone?!"
Um!
Four deep voices suddenly echoed in the hall, startling Chen Yuan as he stepped out of the hall, and his figure disappeared in a puff of smoke.
moment.
Light green smoke curled up from the incense burner. In the quiet room, the sleeping figure slowly opened his eyes and yawned. The bright skylight was shining through the window lattice.
Chen Yuan put on her robe and walked through the flying light. The servants waiting outside heard the movement and hurriedly greeted her. The enthusiastic look made Chen Yuan feel a little uncomfortable. She politely refused the service of these maids and asked
After finding out where his master and the fat Taoist were, he went straight through the Crescent Moon Gate to the front yard.
When the maids and maids who were coming to and from the mansion saw him coming, they stepped back with shy faces and greeted him respectfully. Some of them lowered their faces in timidity and did not dare to speak.
Chen Yuan was a little confused. When he woke up, why were the people in the house acting strangely?
After walking a few steps, I suddenly remembered that perhaps Xu Huaiyu had told the county magistrate and the family who had lost their child about what happened last night.
The gathering thoughts of incense and the current demeanor of these maids and servants make sense.
Come to the front yard.
Before he could ask, the courtyard in the distance was filled with figures with easels painting, and the crazy old man held a small flower and shuttled between the painters, looking at this from time to time, and running to the other side to point.
The fat Taoist sat under the eaves with the old god Xu Huaiyu, and spoke to him with a majestic expression. He had a feeling of immortality, except of course the fat body.
The guard over there noticed someone coming, glanced sideways, and hurriedly leaned over and whispered to Xu Huaiyu in his ear. The man on the chair over there turned his head hurriedly, then got up and hurried over to greet him.
"Sir, you're awake... hurry up and take a seat over here." Xu Huaiyu called to the servant to pour tea quickly, then brought a chair and placed it in the middle. After Chen Yuan sat down, he sat down with him, thinking that Chen Yuan
He is the host, just like a guest.
We exchanged a few pleasantries.
Only then did Chen Yuan curiously ask what was going on with the dozen or so painters in the courtyard. Before Xu Huaiyu could speak, the fat Taoist on the side spoke first.
"Duhou has invited all the painters in the city to come over. Let's see how the painting is."
Sun Zhengde handed over a piece of paper that he had drawn. What caught Chen Yuan's eyes was Guan Gong holding a crescent moon. He also painted it. It was eighty-nine times similar to the statue that appeared as a saint that day. It was obvious that the soldiers remembered it.
firm.
"Sir, how do you like these paintings? After the paintings are finished, Xu will take some to the military camp and put them on the county government." Xu Huaiyu felt obsessed at this time. Today he wore simple clothes, and his casual clothes were loose and easy to wear.
He opened it and exposed half of his back, "Look, how does it go?"
Between the thick back, blue lines roam, outlining a picture of Guan Yu with half-closed phoenix eyes and a sword in hand.
Backstab Guan Gong?
The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched, this guy is really messing around, but this man from Duhou's army has strong energy and blood, and there is a faint ferocious aura swirling around him, so he should be able to bear it.
After talking for a while, Chen Yuan did not forget the purpose of coming to Laijiang County and happened to ask Xu Huaiyu about it.
"Marquis Xu Du has been in Linjiang for many years, but have you ever heard of the name of a mountain named Waliang Mountain?"
"Waliang Mountain?"
Xu Huaiyu frowned and stroked his long beard. After a while, he shook his head.
"Sir, I forgive you. Although Xu has been here for many years, he has never heard of the name of this mountain. I wonder what he wants to do with this mountain? Xu has nothing else. He has two thousand men under his command. It is all at your disposal."
"It's no use. I'll look for it myself."
Chen Yuan came to Waliang Mountain to record a story in the book:
There is Waliang Mountain a few miles southeast of Linjiang River. The shamans in the mountain are good at capturing other people's shadows and imprisoning them in earthen jars. They kill the shadows and kill the people, so they are tabooed. Chang Weng from the neighboring county came across the corpse of a witch when he was outing. He didn't know how he died, and he found it in his hands.
After seeing the strange scroll, he sighed that the technique was evil and buried it in a tile beam.
I was forced to leave before, but I came here to take a look. Now that I know that "Huangchuan Miscellaneous Mysteries" can absorb these spells to fill in, I want to go there even more.
"Sir, don't be anxious, Xu still has a way!"
Seeing Chen Yuan's silence, Xu Huaiyu thought of an idea and immediately sent a confidant to go to the county government office with his token and ask the officials in the government office to check the county annals.
After they left, Xu Huaiyu asked Chen Yuan to follow him to the backyard. When he got there, he called out. After a moment, a three-year-old baby trotted out holding the woman's hand.
I was still a little timid when I saw a stranger, so I hid behind my mother, moved my little face and peeked quietly.
"Yu'er, come here, kneel down for me sir." The woman touched her son's bun, pushed him forward, and gently asked the child to kneel down. At the same time, the woman also knelt down on the ground.
Even Xu Huaiyu clasped his fists and knelt down.
"Xu Huaiyu thanked Mr. Xie for his great righteousness and eliminated a problem for the elders in the city!"
After saying that, he loosened his fists and lay down on the ground and gave a heavy blow. The woman next to him followed suit and pushed his ignorant son to the ground with one hand.
Chen Yuan wanted to help him, but the man straightened up and spoke in a straight voice.
"Thank you very much, sir, for saving my children and reuniting our family."
The three members of the family kowtowed together.
"Thank you sir for being so kind and saving me from life and death!!"
The three-knock head banged on the man's forehead, leaving red marks. When the family of three got up, the woman called the maid, and respectfully brought an immortal tablet to the middle hall and placed it on the tribute table shrine.
next moment.
Chen Yuan outside the door felt that the cyclone in the sea of qi had grown a bit stronger, and the Taoist platform in the middle was more stable, emitting thin misty clouds, rotating with the cyclone, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
But now is not the time to explore, so I chatted with Xu Huaiyu in the backyard for a few words, with the woman accompanying him. When he arrived, he said goodbye and left, taking the little man back to the house.
At this time, the steward of the mansion came from the front yard and reported that the soldier had returned.
The two of them returned to the front yard and saw the soldier standing outside the eaves holding a roll of bamboo slips. Chen Yuan stepped forward to take it and unfolded it. It was similar to the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty, and the content was concise and concise.
There are three mountains in the southeast of Linjiang River, and Zhongshan was named Waliang in ancient times.
"Three mountains in the southeast? The first mountain is called Niu Ming, the second mountain is called Binggu, and the third mountain is called Mingjian. I think the so-called Zhongshan is Binggu Mountain, which is the tile beam that Mr. is looking for."
Xu Huaiyu was familiar with this place, "But sir, you still have to be careful. There are many ferocious beasts in the mountain and the terrain is steep... How about this, sir, if you want to go into the mountain, I will search for it with my men who are familiar with the mountain. Wouldn't it be more effective with half the effort?"
"Since the terrain is dangerous, you'd better not go."
"Just do something for sir."
Unable to resist the soldier, Chen Yuan agreed. The collection of magic books was nothing more than searching for people or wild beasts. It was just a dead thing. If you wanted to find it on foot in the mountains, you don't know how much time it would take. If there were more people, it would save one or two.
.
Fill the collection of magic spells, promote the wood carving show to make it known to everyone, and let the thousands of Taichung gods return to this world.
The journey is really difficult.
With the sun shining on his face, Chen Yuan watched the painters in the courtyard painting, his hair swaying gently in the breeze.
…
The sun rises and sets, and the lead-grey sky clouds cover up the stars and moon in the night sky.
Thousands of miles across, on the intertwined roads, there were horse-drawn carriages and donkey carts pulling coffins. Jars gathered in front of the outline of a building in the dark. Several people led by them walked to the ruins of the temple, and their voices were conveyed to each other in low tones.
"Two teams missing..."
"Zhao Kui'an, Li Zhiqing has not come back."
A woman's words rang out: "He is dead. Before he reached Tongshan, the bodies of Li Zhiqing and his men were found at the foot of a mountain on the border."
"Where did they go?"
"Cross the Canglan River via Qingshan County, then pass by Linjiang and pass through the mountains..."
"If you don't pass Tongshan, it will happen in Linjiang."
"Inform the Headmaster?"
"You go and summon the person, I will personally take the people there!"
The last words came when the woman's voice fell, and her figure left in the darkness, bringing with it the sound of tinkling bells. Several of her men who were waiting for her followed closely behind and disappeared in a puff of blue smoke.
Only two carriages remained.
The dark clouds floated away, revealing the brilliance of the stars and the moon. The curtain lifted a corner in the wind, and more than a dozen jars in the carriage stretched eerily against the yellow symbols...