Chen Guanghuan has just learned how to fly with a sword, and is still in the initial stage. You can see a yellow light in mid-air, flying crookedly in the direction of Baimao Mountain.
Chen Yongnuo had also gone through this stage before, so he helped look after him and from time to time mentioned the key points of the integration of man and sword. Because both of them are self-thinking types, some of the situations that occurred were almost the same.
Chen Yongnuo's sword-wielding experience was of great use to Chen Guanghuan.
So the two of them flew along for a while, stopped to practice, and then continued flying forward, over and over again.
It didn't take long for Guang Huan's sword control skills to obviously improve a lot. If he had figured it out by himself, he wouldn't have known how many times he would have fallen down, and it would have taken him another month or two to reach the current level.
The short journey of several hundred miles took the two of them more than an hour. By the time they arrived at Baimao Mountain, it was almost noon.
At this time, it happens to be the time when the incense in Baimao Mountain is most prosperous.
There was an endless stream of ordinary people coming from nearby. Most of them brought fresh fruits and some incense and candles to support their longevity. Those from well-off families would also bring some home-brewed wine. Everything was simple, nothing more.
Compared with the past, this kind of offering has become much simpler, and even the poor people can afford it. Therefore, after they finish offering incense to the mountain god, they will also give a little incense money, one penny or two.
Money is not too little, what is important is a thought, seeking peace of mind.
Master and disciple Mao Gen did not dare to keep the incense money for themselves, but used it to build bridges and roads for the villagers and provide relief to poor families. All their food and clothing expenses came from reclaiming barren hills in the mountains.
Grow some herbs and trade them with the people at the foot of the mountain.
As a result, the reputation of the Baimao Mountain Temple has spread widely, and 66 has gained countless faithful men and women within hundreds of miles. The popularity is no less than that of the previous Shenjun Mountain period, and has even surpassed it.
When Chen Yongnuo and his wife came to Baimao Mountain, this was what they saw.
The two of them flashed their swords in an uninhabited place in the mountain and walked to the mountain temple on foot.
This temple was originally used by the Black-faced God to worship the statue of the God, but now it is used by Mao Gen to worship the Mountain God.
The mountain god named himself Baimao Mountain God, and the mountain was renamed Baimao Mountain.
The original Shenjun Temple was protected by divine light, and the entire palace was decorated with gold carvings and was extremely luxurious and magnificent. However, today's Mountain Temple is gray and plain, and the Baimao Mountain God uses his power to maintain the divine domain. The incense and smoke are strong in the temple.
Under the fire, everything in the palace was black and gray, even the statue of the mountain god was black.
The young man Yu Cheng is maintaining order in the palace, while the old man Mao Gen is sitting at the desk beside him, helping the believers interpret the signatures.
When Chen Yongnuo and others walked in, they were completely unaware.
As soon as he walked into the mountain temple, Chen Yongnuo seemed to notice someone peeping in the void, but the other person's eyes were calm and contained no other emotions.
Chen Yongnuo didn't care. His eyes were filled with light. After looking around, deep in his eyes, the divine light of the Baimao Mountain statue was blazing like the sun. If he looked carefully, there seemed to be a barrier inside.
Chen Yongnuo nodded. It seems that this barrier is where the mountain god's divine domain is. However, this barrier does not seem to be solid yet, like a bubble. It will break with a light poke. It should be that there is no gold in the divine domain.
Because of the suppression of the seal. Nowadays, the Divine Realm can only rely on the divine power of the mountain god to support it. It is like a lonely boat in the wind and rain, lonely and helpless.
However, it can be seen that the divine realm is colorful and dreamlike. The incense and aspiration power inside is extremely abundant, but the Baimao Mountain God is weak in strength and cannot refine them for his own use for the time being. He can only imprison them inside.
No wonder the Black-faced God is greedy. With these incense and aspiration, his achievements will surely reach a higher level.
In addition to the statue of the mountain god, the two masters and disciples of Mao Gen are also radiant, and each is protected by a divine power. With this divine power, they have sharp ears and eyes, and long physical strength. Even if it is still not enough for Yu Cheng to step into the door of cultivation, but
However, his body was able to use the power of divine light to refine some of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making him strong and free of all diseases.
Finally, what puzzled Chen Yongnuo was that in the void in the mountain temple, there were actually five hazy and illusory divine light marks. They were connected to the divine realm, slowly exhaling divine light, and seemed to be pregnant with a trace of life, giving Chen Yongnuo
An indescribable feeling.
When Chen Yongnuo wanted to take a closer look, the five marks quickly hid in the divine realm and were no longer seen.
This incident also disturbed the Baimao Mountain God. He thought it was the black-faced god who was invading, so he woke up from trance and watched in the divine realm.
When he saw that face, he hurriedly possessed Old Man Mao Gen, stood up from the desk, and respectfully came to Chen Yongnuo.
Mao Gen was about to kneel down and salute, but he was stopped by Chen Yongnuo. There were so many people coming and going here, this kind of behavior was really inappropriate. Moreover, he didn't like this in the first place, so he would avoid it if some common etiquette could be avoided.
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Mao Gen understood immediately and called Yu Cheng to the side and asked him to take over for a while. He himself led the two distinguished guests to the backyard to have a rest.
In the eyes of the faithful men and women in the mountain temple, old man Maogen has always been a calm old god, with a calm and calm look in his movements. It seems that there is nothing else in the world except worshiping the mountain god.
It's something he cares about.
However, when old man Mao Gen saw the two young men in front of him, a different expression appeared on his face. He was extremely respectful to them, and seemed to be a little flattering, and even took them to the backyard himself. So,
Surprised, they all inquired who these two young men were.
Over the years, Yu Cheng has gradually learned about immortals and gods from the young man who didn't know anything at the beginning. Now, he naturally knows what kind of existence the two people in front of him are. Let alone him
The respected Master Mao Gen, even the mountain god, is nothing in other people's eyes. Therefore, when he looked at these two people, in addition to admiration, there was only countless envy in his eyes.
No matter how people inquired, Yu Chengdu laughed it off, leaving the faithful men and women with endless conjectures.
After walking through several small courtyards, Mao Gen took Chen Yongnuo and the two of them to the guest room in the backyard.
As soon as he entered the room, Mao Gen stiffened his body, closed his eyes tightly, arched his hands in all directions, and shouted: "The little god begs the master to save me and save the creatures within a hundred miles."
Chen Yongnuo heard that there seemed to be something hidden in this. He realized that the person in front of him was probably the Baimao Mountain God, not the Maogen Taoist, so he hurriedly asked: "What happened again?"
Mao Gen blurted out directly and said: "The little god detected from the golden seal that the black-faced old thief and an evil demon may want to attack the creatures in the land of hundreds of miles. If their plot succeeds, let alone me, a white man.
Maoshan has collapsed, and this large area may be devastated."