Changchun Temple is located in Qinghe County, Quanting County. It was built more than 300 years ago by Lv Changchun, a true disciple of Miaoyou Sect, after he became the true disciple.
It is said that when Lu Changchun first came to Qinghe County, the earth's atmosphere changed and the river flooded. He cut a peak from the mountains and threw it into the Qingjiang River, pulling the earth's veins and suppressing the water dragon, and built a Taoist temple accordingly.
It became today’s Changchun View.
Therefore, this Changchun Temple is located in the middle of Qingjiang River.
When Milo arrived in Changchun to watch, the sun had already set, and a faint mist had risen on the river. As soon as the sunset glow shone, it immediately evaporated into a golden red. A bamboo boat slid by, disrupting the fog on the river.
Golden scales.
"Brother from Miao Youzong above! Please come down and talk about it."
A long roar sounded, and Milo looked down and saw a fisherman standing on the boat, shouting to him.
"Huh?"
Milo exclaimed in surprise. He had just arrived on a crane. When he passed by the bamboo boat, he did not notice that something was wrong with the old man. Now when he looked closely, he realized that the old man's aura was consistent with the water of the Qingjiang River, so he was almost a mortal.
After thinking about the famous monks near Qinghe County, he drove the black crane down and suspended it on the Qingjiang River. Looking at the fisherman, he cupped his hands and said, "I dare to ask the boatman, are you Qingshui Weng?"
The fisherman was wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, his beard and hair were all white. He looked at Milo and said cheerfully: "Haha, I didn't expect that my little friend heard my name. I wonder where you are going? I came here today, but for
Participate in the Changqing Jiao Ceremony at Changchun Temple?"
"I am Milo from Xiangyan Temple in Lu'an County. I was invited by Taoist Brother Gu from Changchun Temple to attend the ceremony. Why is this old man here?"
Milo looked at the fisherman with slightly doubtful eyes.
Although Qingshui Weng is a casual cultivator, his origin is not simple. His ancestor is a true disciple of a certain small immortal sect.
Later, when the Immortal Sect declined and many disciples scattered around, Qing Shui Weng's ancestors took a part of the inheritance and took root in Qinghe County.
Therefore, this Qingshui Weng has practiced San Jiazi and is already a monk in the Yuye Realm.
Moreover, since before Jiazi, he had often been on the banks of the Qingjiang River, helping merchants, and he had also given as much help and guidance as he could to the many casual cultivators who came to seek advice. He was quite famous in Quanting County.
Logically speaking, if Changchun Temple held a ritual ceremony, he would definitely be invited.
"Don't think too much. I lost a bet with Taoist Gu. I wanted to catch a spiritual fish from the Qingjiang River as a ritual sacrifice. Look, isn't the spiritual fish coming now?"
As he spoke, Qingshui Weng pointed at the water surface of the Qingjiang River, and a stream of vitality flew out from his fingertips. At first, it was like a breeze, but after it flew far away, it became bigger and bigger, turning into white waves, and the surrounding river water rose and fell, rolling endlessly.
Affected by this disturbance, the Qingjiang River became chaotic and the current surged wildly, forcing a giant fish out of the water.
The fish was huge, three feet long, with huge fins on its left and right sides that were like wings. Its head was like a carp, its back was like a sharp blade, and its whole body was covered with fine silver-blue fish scales, revealing a trace of crystal clear light.
"Flying cum fish?"
Milo exclaimed, this kind of fish can be regarded as the dominant fish in Yangzhou's above-ground water system. It is a strange species born in the South China Sea. Because of its strong reproductive ability and migratory characteristics, it can be found all over the Junjiang River and its branches.
Flying cum fish are born to make waves, and their corpses can pollute water sources after death. Some alien species can also drive plagues.
He is the kind of person who is annoying when alive and becomes even more troublesome after death.
It is also one of the most hated beasts among Yangzhou people.
The flying cum fish in front of me is already more than half the length of its kind, so it can be considered a king of fish.
Feeling threatened, it opened its mouth and spewed out three jets of dark water vapor, followed by a cold and rotten spirit rushing in all directions, like three anacondas rolling up and down in the Qingjiang River.
Xuanhe was frightened and hurriedly flew up. Milo frowned and was about to help. The clouds and mist on the Qingshui Weng's body surged upwards and turned into a certain white canopy. White mist hung down. No matter how the anaconda attacked, it stirred up
Even heavy water waves cannot break through the clouds and fog, affecting the bamboo boat.
"Come! Come! Come! Little fish, come to my basket!"
Qingshui Weng waved his coir raincoat, and his vitality surged. Strong winds suddenly rose from all directions, merged and surged over the river, suppressing the chaotic turbid currents on the river. At the same time, he took out a bamboo fish basket in his hand, with the mouth facing downwards.
The surface of the river swayed.
A huge suction force emerged from the fish basket, and rapids surged up, wrapping the flying cum fish and flying towards the fish basket.
The flying cum fish's fins like wings spread out, and the breeze picked up, carrying its huge body, leaping out of the river and hanging in the air.
The scales on the body stood up slightly, the huge fish mouth opened and closed, and streams of yellow mist gathered. As the fish fins waved, the water vapor blended into it, turning into a light yellow drizzle and falling.
"The fish is exhausted!"
Qingshui Weng laughed loudly, and a faint clear light appeared on his coir raincoat to stop the drizzle. The next moment, another fishing rod poked out of the coir raincoat and swung it at the flying fish.
The top of the fishing rod drew a semicircle in mid-air, and an invisible thin line flew out and landed in the mouth of the flying fish.
Qingshui Weng used both hands hard and swung the flying cum fish violently onto the river surface, stirring up waves. He raised his foot and kicked, and the fish basket flew up, spinning twice in mid-air and spurting out a stream of water.
The light will roll up the flying cum fish.
The flying cum fish is not stupid either. It knows that if it falls into the fish basket, it will definitely die. The fins of the fish are stuck, the tail of the fish is swaying, and the surrounding water vapor is mobilized, and it struggles wildly.
Milo could also see the strength of the flying cum fish's struggle in the air, which made Qingshui Weng a little overwhelmed. He raised his hand and struck the flying cum fish's head in the air.
The vitality condensed and turned into a spiritual light that fell down and hit Feijiyu's head.
There was a sound like the collision of gold and iron, and the flying fish suddenly sank into the water.
Qingshui Weng took the opportunity to pull the fishing rod out of the river. The water in the fish basket surged, creating suction.
The shape of the flying cum fish shrank little by little in the water light, and was finally put into the fish basket.
Then, Qing Shuiweng waved the fishing rod in his hand towards the river surface again, and the originally turbulent water surface calmed down instantly, leaving only the mist that still filled the sky. Under the sunset, it reflected a rainbow of light, which was very beautiful.
"I'm old! I'm old! It's no longer useful! I think back then, I even caught a flying cum fish king that was nearly four feet long. Now, a little king fish that's just over three feet long needs help.
, I can’t do it even if I don’t accept old age!”
Qingshui Weng put the fish basket away, looked up at Miluo, took out another jade bottle from his arms, and said: "Little friend Miluo, I'm so sorry. I waited two days and two nights to catch the flying cum fish.
Use your crane to lure it out. This flying cum fish is a sacrifice I lost to the Taoist Gu. I can't share it with you. I can only use a little Renshui essence collected from the Qingjiang River as compensation.
,hope you do not mind."
Although Milo didn't like Qing Shuiweng's actions, his performance just now was obviously able to ensure Milo's safety. He thought for a moment and said: "The old man's move was to eliminate harm for the people, and I was not harmed. How can I be so embarrassed?"
Collect your things?”
"You don't have to be polite to me. I'll lend you my hand to catch this flying cum fish. When the Taoist Gu knows it, he doesn't know how to laugh at it. If he doesn't give me anything, I'm afraid he will blame me and scold me. You
And take it."
Qingshui Weng said, raised his hand and released a stream of water light, sending the jade bottle to Milo's hand.
"That kid accepted it shamelessly."
Milo put the jade bottle away, and then followed Qingshui Weng to the gate of Changchun Guanshan.
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