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 Qianxuezhou and the surrounding large areas of land, like a giant dragon created by spiritual power.

There are four words on the map:

"Qianlong Mountain Range".

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

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

This compass can see the cause and effect of the past.

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 clear the fog, the cause and effect are unknown, 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 large gate, and his brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. His old face was as solemn as a mountain.

...

Qianzhou, a forbidden place.

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 Lord River God is missing..."

"The incarnation of the Lord God has disappeared."

"The altar has been destroyed."

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

"The Lord God's minions have also been caught..."

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

Mr. Tu prostrated himself, clenched his teeth, and blood oozed from his teeth.

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

"Please Lord God...forgive me..."

"I already have 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..."

"Qianzhou's Tianji magic 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 people indulge in desires without keeping their hearts. The way of divine thoughts has declined greatly."

"Only Taixu Sect has some legacy of divine thoughts and swordsmanship."

"Taixu Sect..."

Mr. Tu's eyes are long-lasting. "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 thoughts into swords, and has achieved a small success in swordsmanship, almost..."

Mr. Tu's eyes were filled with fear, "...I only missed it by a small margin, destroying the embryo of the incarnation of the God Lord, destroying the altar of the River Temple, and making all my hard work of a hundred years come to nothing."

"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.

He felt that in the secret room, the power of God's thoughts was colder and more terrifying, but he did not blame himself, so he slowly spoke and continued:

"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.

After Mo Hua and others left, people from Daotingsi came and did some cleanup work. All things related to the evil god were destroyed according to Mo Hua's instructions.

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."

"Isn't it dead? What are you afraid of?"

"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 exaggerated in a rather arrogant manner:

"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 to eat everywhere, and then suddenly a golden light flashed, and a golden little fairy came in the air, holding a golden sword, shining brightly..."

"The fish monster looked ferocious, with a surging blood wave and a very arrogant attitude, but it was no match for the little fairy at all."

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

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

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

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

"What a majestic little fairy!"

"Great magical powers!"

Some people couldn't help asking, "Why is this little fairy so small? Can't he grow up?"

"How should I know... How can I understand the affairs of fairies..."

"Maybe he hasn't completed his cultivation."

"He's so powerful at such a young age. What will happen when he grows up..."

"That's natural..."

"Where did this little fairy go?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads. "After killing the river monster, he disappeared. Fairies come and go without a trace. How can we know where they went..."

"By the way, this shouldn't be a fairy."

"Entering dreams and killing river monsters, what else can this be? Have you ever seen a real fairy?"

The man shook his head, "No..."

"That's it. "

As everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said mysteriously:

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

The others were startled, and then nodded, "It makes sense..."

"What do you think we should do if this fish monster comes again?"

"Kill it..."

"Who will kill it? You go and kill it?"

"I definitely can't do it..."

"Let the little fairy kill it again?"

"This little fairy killed the fish monster once, and we have received his kindness for no reason. Why should he kill it again for no reason?"

"That's right..."

"How about," someone said, "we offer incense and worship this little fairy?"

Everyone was stunned, and then they all pondered.

The man continued, "Think about it. If you don't burn incense on weekdays and do it at the last minute, it will definitely not work. The little fairy can't always protect us for no reason."

"But if we worship him every day and offer him incense, when the demons and ghosts come, he will cut this sword for us and remove the evil spirits. Isn't it reasonable?"

The fishermen suddenly realized and nodded.

"It makes sense..."

"This is in line with cause and effect."

"It's better to worship him. No matter what, we have received great kindness from the little fairy. Worshiping him will make us feel more at ease."

The river is windy and rough, and life and death are on the line.

These fishermen are used to such a life of fear. Almost instinctively, they still want to worship something and pray to some existence in the dark.

Even if they really can't get blessings, they still ask for peace of mind.

So everyone discussed and worked together to carve a small fairy temple in the mountain wall behind the village.

It is called the Immortal Temple, but it is more like a small shrine.

On the mountain wall, the rocks were hollowed out to make room for a small offering table, with some fruits and vegetables as offerings, and a small clay statue in the middle.

This small clay statue was made by Old Yu.

When he was young, he had traveled and had seen a little bit of the world.

He had seen many stone and clay statues in some temples, and it was just in time to make one.

But when the body was ready and the face was to be pinched, Old Yu was a little confused and asked, "What does the little immortal look like?"

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

In the dream, he fainted early and didn't see the little immortal holding a golden sword and killing the fish monster.

"It's full of golden light, and I can't see clearly..." someone said.

"Go ask, who has seen the appearance of this little fairy clearly." Old Yu

But after asking everyone, they all shook their heads.

Someone said, "Uncle Yu, just make one, as long as it looks like that, the clay sculpture is not the real face."

Others also echoed, "Yes, yes."

Old Yu thought about it and felt that it was right.

The little fairy who has done a great favor to the people in the small fishing village...

For some reason, the face of the ink painting came to mind.

The more Old Yu thought about it, the more he felt it was appropriate.

If there really is such a little fairy, he should look like Young Master Mo.

He is handsome, kind, with sparkling eyes, gentle temperament, extraordinary fairy spirit, and some hatred of evil.

Old Yu made a clay sculpture of a little fairy with a golden sword on his back, sitting upright, according to the appearance of the ink painting.

But his craftsmanship is not good, and it is only 50% to 60% similar.

Only the eyebrows and eyes are lively and lively, and look 80% to 90% like the ink painting.

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

From then on, whenever fishing is done on cloudy days, fishing in the river on rainy days, or when the year is bad, or there are nightmares, there may be evil spirits disturbing the place.

The fishermen in the small fishing village will go to this small fairy temple, burn a stick of incense, and worship the little fairy holding the golden sword.

Amid the incense, the fishermen did not notice that a weak little silver fish slowly swam into the small fairy temple and hid behind the majestic little fairy statue, rubbing against the incense of the ink painting, and resting its spiritual body bit by bit.