"Isn't that right? What kind of fortune is there in Daliang Mountain? Moreover, this mountain god appears two or three times a month. He must have deep magical power, far better than me.
With such magical power, who is the evil god of Daliang Mountain?
Where can I not be at ease?"
After Master Li finished speaking, he scratched the back of his head, and then it turned into a line of green smoke, rising up into his statue.
It’s the 15th sacrificial day of every month.
"this······"
In the one-meter-square small temple, the eyes of the clay sculpture of the Earth God seemed to blink, and the vague expression seemed to become more vivid.
"That's too much!"
Looking at the crowd of people outside, they were full of voices and joy.
There are thousands of people!
There are only about 700 people in Zhangjia Village, and the rest of them are naturally people from other villages ten miles away, who came spontaneously early in the morning with tributes and incense candles.
Although Zhangjiacun now has an advantage in this mountain temple due to its proximity, the mountain temple is not just for Zhangjiacun.
Although Daliang Mountain is not famous, it is quite large in scope.
People from ten miles and eight villages came, and it became very popular. They built sheds, set up stalls, circled the area, and held a small temple fair. There were people eating, drinking, playing, watching, and listening. It was very lively.
Can,
The fun is theirs, I have nothing.
Mr. Li thought so.
The mountain temple next to it is already more than three meters high and is a real house with blue bricks and red tiles.
The shadow of the house shrouded his small one-meter-square earth temple.
Comparing the two, it's really obvious.
The land lord has fallen out of favor.
The mountain god's large table was filled with all kinds of tributes.
Mutton platter, fine sorghum wine, roasted pig head, melons and fruits... and even money donated by the people.
The large bronze cauldron in front of the door was filled with high-quality incense. Bundles of incense sticks were burning. The lit cigarettes lingered over people's heads and became clouds. They rose and fell, the clouds and mist lingered, and the incense smell was strong.
Awesome!
The incense ash inside the big bronze cauldron filled the huge cauldron.
But on his desk, there were only two apples, a bowl of rice, a bowl of wine, and a plate of steaming roasted yams.
A few lonely sticks of incense sticks, with red wicks, and a few wisps of green smoke, floating indistinctly.
Mr. Li felt sad in his heart and looked at himself in pity.
People all knelt down and worshiped at the door of the mountain god. I don’t know when the mountain god had a temple ceremony.
The temple priest was reciting the sacrificial inscription loudly.
Master Li, three of them were angry and the other five were dissatisfied, angrily staring at the stone head in the mountain temple.
Of course, the stone head now has a body.
The villagers hired craftsmen to cut the body out of stone and paint it with a layer of gold powder. It looks golden and brilliant, much more majestic than the clay sculpture of Mr. Li.
"Within my priesthood, the entire village cannot escape my eyes. I want to see what kind of existence you are!
Is it an innate god resurrected from ancient times, or an evil god with hidden agendas?
I don't believe you can keep hiding it. Sooner or later, you will let me see where you are."
Mr. Li just looked up at the mountain temple next door. When the sacrifices were over and the temple fair began, villagers from ten miles and eight villages went to visit the temple fair.
By the time we had lunch at noon, the large temple fair had also dispersed. There were already few people outside, with only a few people left to clean up.
These two small temples became quiet again.
Mr. Li rubbed his eyes.
I vaguely saw the stone head enshrined opposite, and suddenly it lit up with a brilliant golden light.
Mr. Li rubbed his eyes again to make sure that what he saw was not the reflection of gold powder on the stone statue of the mountain god.
This golden light is bright but not dazzling. It is not only reflected in the eyes, but even if you close your eyes, you can feel the presence of the golden light.
Even if there is no vision, as long as there is consciousness, you can feel the golden light.
This light is warm and feels like a spring breeze. If you feel it carefully, it is still there but not there. It is very mysterious.
"The golden light of the soul?"
Mr. Li has also been working in the land for hundreds of years. Although his power is low, his status is small, and his circle is narrow, he has also heard other great gods describe the appearance of Yuanshen Immortal when bragging at gatherings.
That really made my face turn red and my ears turned red when I heard it.
Therefore, his impression was particularly profound.
Thinking of this, Mr. Li was inexplicably horrified and looked towards the mountain temple opposite with fear.
The golden light of the soul, Master Jinxian!
Once an immortal has the golden intention, he or she is an existence that has jumped out of the three realms, is not in the five elements, is indestructible, enjoys great freedom, and has great supernatural powers.
However, this golden light of the soul disappeared in just a moment.
It gave Mr. Li a dreamy feeling like falling into the clouds.
In the mountain temple next door.
Zhou Yang, who was enshrined on the high platform and the soul in the sea of consciousness, had all the cracks in his body healed.
The Nascent Soul Divine Body stretched and stood up, feeling relaxed as if all the illnesses were gone and all the troubles were gone.
At the same time, under the Nascent Soul Seat, a large colorful millstone was still slowly turning.
Looking up at the sky above Zi Mansion, a heavenly gate stood there.
The soul was restored, and the Tianmen was also restored.
"After all the energy of decay is removed, you can try to attack the Tianmen again, and the soul will leave the body and obtain the Hunyuan Dao Fruit."
Now, the soul has been restored, and the aura of decay in his body, after more than two years of removal, has had obvious effects.
Now, there is no need to consume points to maintain it. After absorbing the external spiritual energy and turning it into mana, the endless power has overwhelmed the energy of decay, and it is just around the corner to drive it out.
"Now, this world should be the background of ancient Chinese mythology. It involves four major continents. I don't know whether it is the background of the ancient times, the background of the Conferred Gods, or the background of Journey to the West. This world is vast, sparsely populated, and information is closed. For nearly a year
The income gained is not enough to judge what kind of world this is.”
After his soul recovered, Zhou Yang finally found his energy and began to think about the background of this world.
"However, this mission is a little weird."
Zhou Yang looked at the light curtain in front of him.
He didn't even have a body, and of course he didn't know where he lost his watch. But there would still be a light curtain in front of him, and the mission would still appear.
"Mission: Become a leader."
"Those who hold the Tao govern the principles of heaven and earth. I am the principle of heaven."
"Mission reward: Hongmeng Purple Qi."
Zhou Yang looked at this task that was different from the past.
I find it more and more interesting.
"For different tasks, if you don't have a watch and still give out tasks, the task rewards will be shown directly...especially this enforcer.
Is the Battlefield of the Heavens really, as Xiao Longnu said before, a game of raising gu, cultivating time travellers?
If so, then what does it do to cultivate time-travelers?”
