Chapter 708 Incense

On the banks of the Yanshui River.

Mo Hua and the "young master" in the black fog only exchanged a glance.

After that, the gorgeous flower boat sailed into the dark night again and gradually disappeared.

Mo Hua's eyes were deep, and he kept these eyes in his heart silently, and then continued along the river bank and embarked on the road back to the sect.

From then on, the journey was safe and sound.

Half a day later, Mo Hua returned to the sect, and first reported to Elder Song, who was in charge of attendance, and explained the whole story.

To Mo Hua's surprise, Elder Song, who was always unreasonable, had an unexpectedly good attitude, and even looked a little proud.

It seemed that Mo Hua had asked for leave very well, and it was very face-saving for him.

Mo Hua was a little confused.

After bidding farewell to Elder Song, Mo Hua went to pay his respects to Mr. Xun.

Mo Hua knew in his heart that Elder Song must have been so tolerant of him for Mr. Xun's sake.

Other disciples were not qualified to ask for so much leave.

The elders were in the middle. Mr. Xun was busy with something and looked serious. When he saw Mo Hua, he only asked a few simple questions. However, he didn't say much because he was busy with work. He only looked at Mo Hua with a slightly deep and thoughtful look.

Mo Hua was also a little confused, but seeing that Mr. Xun seemed to be busy with something important, he didn't want to disturb him, so he said respectfully:

"Old sir, I'm leaving now."

Mr. Xun nodded and said as usual, "Practice well, learn the formation well, and don't be distracted."

"Yes."

Mo Hua said solemnly, then bowed and left.

Mr. Xun stared at the direction where Mo Hua left, frowned, and looked for a long time before he gathered his thoughts.

I'll ask about Mo Hua's child later when I have time.

The most urgent thing...

Mr. Xun looked down at the table.

In addition to the Tianji compass on the table, there was also a map and a jade slip.

Tianji compass, peeking into cause and effect.

On the map, a huge Lingkuang mountain range is shown, winding through the border of Ganxuezhou and the surrounding large areas of land, like a giant dragon made of spiritual power.

There is a four-character note on the map:

"Ganlong Mountain Range".

And in the jade slip, the ranking of the four major sects, eight major sects, twelve streams, and hundreds of Ganxue sects in Ganxuezhou is shown.

These rankings are determined by the "Daoism Conference", especially the most prestigious and prosperous Ganzhou "Sword Conference".

This jade slip and this map can determine the "fame and fortune" of the sect.

The future fate of Taixu Sect depends on these three things.

But now, the Tianji Compass cannot dispel the fog, the cause and effect are uncertain, and the future is unpredictable.

The other two things may also change.

There may be unexpected changes in the sky.

Mr. Xun looked out the window.

The Taixu Mountain outside the window is as ancient and quiet as ever, with pavilions and towers hidden among the lush mountains and forests.

The disciples are devoted to practicing Taoism, and the elders are teaching.

The misty clouds float between the mountains.

Everything is calm and peaceful.

But in secret, I am afraid that the torrent has already surged.

People have misfortunes and blessings, and the sect has rise and fall. Born in worry and die in comfort.

If you don't make plans and plan ahead, the danger of the sect's survival may seem far away, but in a blink of an eye, it may be imminent.

Mr. Xun already has a faint sense of crisis in his heart.

Outside the Taixu Gate, there is murderous intent everywhere.

"It's just... where does this murderous intent come from..."

"How can our Taixu Sect break the impasse? How can we seek a glimmer of hope in this dangerous place full of evil thoughts..."

Mr. Xun looked at the Taixu Sect, which has a long history and a huge gate, and his brows were furrowed more and more tightly. His old face was as solemn as a mountain.

...

Ganzhou, a forbidden place somewhere.

In a gloomy secret room.

Mr. Tu's face was terribly gloomy.

On the altar, under the huge white bones, the eerie green candlelight made his face look like an evil ghost, hideous and terrifying.

His voice was full of anger and deep fear.

"The incarnation of the Lord God disappeared."

"The altar was destroyed."

"The bloody fishing village was dug up by someone and turned over thoroughly..."

"The minions of the Lord God were also caught..."

A terrifying divine punishment descended on him, and the secret room was filled with terrifying and furious evil thoughts.

Mr. Tu knelt on the ground, clenched his teeth, and blood oozed out from between his teeth.

His limbs were also twisted to a certain extent, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled.

"Please forgive me, Lord God..."

"I have already got some clues... I..."

Mr. Tu coughed up blood and was unable to speak.

The furious evil thoughts gradually disappeared, and the divine punishment eased a little. Mr. Tu coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood and was able to continue speaking.

"Yes... Taixu Sect..."

"The magic of Ganzhou has declined, and the divine formation has disappeared. Some old guys are either obsessed with fame and fortune, or they are prudent and self-protective..."

"Prosperity comes from the loss of the deficiency, and the divine mind is in decline because of indulgence in human desires without keeping the heart."

"Only Taixu Sect has some legacy of divine mind swordsmanship."

"Taixu Sect..."

Mr. Tu's eyes are long, "hundreds of years ago, it was like this. As soon as the River God Temple was built and opened, it was discovered by a genius sword cultivator of the Jindan realm of Taixu Sect."

"That person has cultivated the method of transforming divine mind into sword, and has made a small success in swordsmanship. He almost..."

Mr. Tu's eyes are full of fear, "... just a little bit, and he destroyed the embryo of the incarnation of the Lord of God and destroyed the altar of the River God Temple, which made my hundred years of hard work go to waste."

"At the critical moment, it was the Divine Master who showed his might and defeated this man, destroyed his Taoist heart, and cut off his destiny sword."

"But the matter of He Temple still has a cause and effect."

"Now hundreds of years have passed, the Heshen Temple has been discovered again, but this time it is different from the first time. This person acts covertly, has meticulous methods, is invisible to ghosts, and does not reveal any news. Moreover, the power of his spiritual thoughts is so powerful. It’s terrible, the method of killing with divine will is very cruel…”

"The Lord River God who guards one side, and the incarnation of the immortal God Lord, are all..."

Mr. Tu's heart trembled and he did not dare to say any more.

"This is no coincidence!"

"Hundreds of years ago, it was Taixu Sect's sword cultivators who broke into the River Temple. Today, hundreds of years later, the nightmare is shattered and the River Temple is destroyed. The cause and effect will most likely fall on... Taixu Sect. Xumen!"

A cold light flashed in Mr. Tu’s eyes.

"I can find the entrance to the fishing village, I can walk to the river temple safely, I can open the altar to enter the nightmare of the god, I can kill the many demons in the nightmare, I can even risk the consequences..."

Kill the river god and the incarnation of the god...

Mr. Tu paused and continued:

"...This person is most likely from the Taixu Sect. He is an expert in swordsmanship in recent years. He may even be an old monster in the back mountain who has never been born..."

"He wants to avenge the genius sword cultivator who broke his halberd and sword back then!"

"Even if he is not the true successor of Taixu Sect, he must still be closely related to Taixu Sect. Cultivate the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords and take the path of unifying swordsmanship."

"It's not even just Taixumen..."

Mr. Tu's heart trembled, as if he was thinking of an ancient, huge, three-way converging swordsmanship inheritance that could no longer be mentioned, and there was hidden fear in his eyes.

"Tai Ah casts the divine sword, rushes into Xu to develop sword energy, Tai Xu transforms sword intent..."

Every time he recited a sentence, Mr. Tu felt terrified. By the end of the recitation, his whole body was penetrated by the sword intent, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he did not dare to continue reciting.

Mr. Tu finally knelt down and worshiped devoutly in front of the huge and ferocious statue of white bones with ram’s horns.

"Taixu Sect is the source of chaos."

"Gu Changhuai and the Gu family are minions who help the tyranny of evil."

"The plan is moving forward..."

"The sect that deserves to decline will fall; the inheritance that deserves to be exterminated will be extinct; those who dare to block the master's plan will be doomed..."

"The steps of flesh and blood have been paved; the evil rotten dogs are being nurtured; the divine master's grand plan is irreversible; the divine master's arrival is just around the corner..."

And the bloodline of Dahuang can also see the light of day again...

Mr. Tu paused and fell to the ground, his eyes filled with blood and tears, full of piety.

…

A few days later, a small fishing village.

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Gu Changhuai made a special case and allowed all the monks in the small fishing village to enroll in the cultivator's register and stay in a nearby second-grade immortal city.

If something happens like this, Daotingsi will take care of it.

The Gu family and several nearby families also said hello that they would not be allowed to bully the market and oppress the fishing cultivators.

The life of the fisherman in the small fishing village became easier because of this.

Only occasionally, when they are free from fishing, they will still remember some remaining "nightmares".

"It sounds strange. A few days ago, I had nightmares every now and then. I dreamed that I was drowned while fishing, or eaten by a water monster. When I woke up, I was covered in cold sweat and my back was wet... …”

"I dreamed that I was starving to death, and I woke up even hungrier..."

"My boat was capsized by a wave, and several water monsters were vying to eat me. It still hurts when I think about it..."

…

Someone sighed: "Me too, I dreamed that my wife, whom I had worked so hard to marry, was snatched away..."

Everyone sighed, and then they were startled, "Don't you have a wife?"

The fisherman said displeasedly:

"Dreams, you know? Dreams! What's more real than dreams?"

"Although the dream is fake, the pain is real!"

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

At this point, someone suddenly looked serious and said with some fear: "I dreamed of a more terrifying thing..."

Seeing everyone looking at him, he swallowed, his eyes frightened. Apparently he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it:

"I dreamed that there was a big fish monster. Its head was as big as a temple, its whiskers were as thick as trees, its fangs were white and its body was bloody. It looked very scary. It went everywhere eating people. I was almost eaten by it. Already..."

When he said this, several people's expressions changed.

"What's wrong?"

"I've also dreamed about this fish monster..."

"Me too! It was so scary that I didn't dare to say anything..."

"And me, I was afraid that I would break a taboo and get into trouble by speaking out, so I never dared to speak..."

"The things in the dream are either true or false. No one can guarantee that this big fish monster really does not exist. If it does exist and I tell it and let it know, then I will be finished."

"Nonsense, how do you know it's dead?"

"I saw it with my own eyes in my dream..."

"Why did not I see."

"I saw……"

There were different opinions for a while, some said they saw it, some said they didn't, and they couldn't agree on one.

One person snorted and said with some air of embarrassment:

"You are not lucky enough to see the end..."

"I saw it with my own eyes that day! The bloody fish monster was catching people everywhere to eat, and then suddenly a golden light flashed, and a golden little fairy came through the air, holding a golden sword, shining brightly..."

"The fish monster looks ferocious, with waves of blood flowing into the sky, and very arrogant, but it is no match for the little immortal."

"In just a few rounds, this terrifying fish monster was defeated by the little fairy."

"The little immortal pressed the fish monster's head on the stage, raised his sword, and with a flash of golden light, he cut off the fish monster's head and ended its life with just one stroke of his sword!"

After the man finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed, looking shocked.

Other fish cultivators who had never seen the fish monster die also took a breath.

"What a majestic little fairy!"

"Mystical powers!"

Some people couldn't help but ask, "Why is this little immortal so small? Can't he grow up?"

"How do I know...how do I know about immortals..."

"It's because you haven't cultivated to perfection."

"You are already so powerful at such a young age, but when you grow up, it will be..."

"It's natural..."

"Then where has this little immortal gone?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, "After killing the river monster, it disappeared. The immortal came and went without a trace. Who knows where he went..."

"By the way, this shouldn't be an immortal."

"Slaying the river demon in a dream, what is this if not an immortal? Have you ever seen a real immortal?"

"That's it."

Everyone was chatting, and suddenly someone said mysteriously:

"I think that the nightmares and troubles we had a few days ago were probably related to this bloody fish monster."

The others were startled, then nodded, "That makes sense..."

"Tell me, what should we do if this fish monster comes again?"

"Kill it..."

"Who will kill? Are you going to kill?"

"I definitely can't..."

"Let that little immortal kill you again?"

"This little immortal killed the fish monster once. We have already received his kindness for no reason. Why should he kill it again for no reason?"

"Too……"

"How about," someone said, "let's offer incense and pay homage to this little immortal?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then began to think deeply.

The man continued: "Think about it, if you don't burn incense on weekdays and practice Buddhism temporarily, it will definitely not work. That little immortal can't always protect us like this for no reason."

"But if we worship him every day and offer incense to him, and when monsters come again, he will cut the sword for us and get rid of the evil spirits, isn't it reasonable?"

All the fishing cultivators suddenly understood and nodded.

"That makes sense..."

"This is consistent with cause and effect."

"It's good to worship him. No matter how you say it, we have received great favor from the little immortal. If we worship him, we will feel better."

The wind and waves in the river are strong, and there is a fine line between life and death.

These fishing cultivators are used to this kind of fearful life, and almost instinctively, they still want to worship something and pray to some unknown existence.

Even if you really don’t get blessings, I still want peace of mind.

So everyone discussed and worked together to build a small immortal temple on the mountain wall behind the village.

It is said to be an immortal temple, but in fact it is more like a small shrine.

This small clay sculpture is made by Yu Tou.

When he was young, he also traveled and saw some of the world.

He had seen many stone and clay statues enshrined in some temples, and it came in handy at this time to make one based on them.

After preparing his body and preparing to pinch his face, Old Yutou was a little confused and asked, "What does that little immortal look like?"

He raised blood fish, his faith was devoured more, and his consciousness became weaker.

In the dream, he fainted early and did not see any little fairy holding a golden sword to kill the fish monster.

"My whole body is covered with golden light, I can't see clearly..." someone said.

"Go and ask if anyone has seen clearly what this little immortal looks like." Old Yutou

But after everyone asked around, they all shook their heads.

Someone said: "Uncle Yu, you can make whatever you want, as long as it's like that, the clay sculpture is not the original shape."

Others echoed: "Yes, yes."

Old Yutou thought about it and thought it was right.

A little fairy who is very kind to everyone in the small fishing village...

Inexplicably, the face painted in ink came to mind.

The more Lao Yutou thought about it, the more appropriate it became.

If there really is such a little immortal, he should look like Mr. Mo.

He is handsome and kind, his eyes are shining, his temperament is gentle, and he exudes an extraordinary fairy spirit, and he also hates evil as much as he hates evil.

Old Yutou followed the ink painting and made a clay sculpture of a little immortal sitting upright with a golden sword on his back.

But his skills are not good, and he is only five or six points similar.

Only the eyebrows and eyes are vivid and lively, and there are eighty-nine points of shadows in ink paintings.

After the clay sculpture is kneaded, it is offered in the small temple.

From then on, if you fish on a cloudy day or go to the river on a rainy day, the weather is bad, or you have nightmares all day long, you may be disturbed by evil spirits.

The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village will go to this little immortal temple to burn a stick of incense and pay homage to this little immortal holding a golden sword.

Amidst the swirling incense, the fishermen cultivators did not notice that a weak little silver fish slowly swam into the small immortal temple, hid behind the majestic little immortal statue, rubbed the incense drawn in ink, and Bit by bit, he was recuperating his spiritual body.