Chapter 310 There Really Is a Mountain God Here!

"I've met seniors. I don't understand carving, but I can understand the artistic conception!" Since he understood the meaning of the fist and the intention of the sword, his understanding of the artistic conception has become even deeper.

The artistic conception on this statue is actually a kind of artistic conception. It is no different from the intention of the sword or the intention of the fist. It is just slightly different in the form of expression.

The old man nodded, "I see! Even so, not many people can understand it."

Ordinary people have no contact with such things as meaning, and even masters may not necessarily understand artistic conception. Comprehension of artistic conception, the requirements for soul and talent are extremely high.

"Please come in and have a chat!" The old man opened the door to the back hall and invited Xu Dao and Oats to enter.

"My husband, please come first!"

This mountain temple is actually not that big. There is only a main hall in the front, and there are no side rooms or wing rooms. Instead, there is a back hall with a few rooms, not many, maybe three or four, and one of them is also used as a kitchen.

But it is not easy to buy such a large property in this wilderness. It is difficult to get all the materials alone.

"I have been staying in this mountain temple for seventy years, and I have been here since I was young! Every brick and tile here was laid by me myself."

Xu Dao raised his eyebrows. This old man was actually one hundred and ten years old. He was at the eighth level of martial arts and had a lifespan of one hundred and twenty. In other words, this old man was less than ten years away from his death. No wonder he was so old.

But he still didn't understand why he was so old but there was no trace of decay in his body.

"Did you build this mountain temple?"

"Yes, and no! There used to be a mountain temple here, but it has long been dilapidated. I don't know when it survived. Later, after I took over, I restored this place to its current situation." The old man looked at it while walking. It looks shaky when standing up, but is actually very stable.

Xu Dao and the two of them followed the old man to a quiet room. There was only one oil lamp burning in the quiet room. It was not very bright, but it did not give people a feeling of depression, but was slightly warm.

Inviting the two of them to sit down, the old man made tea for the two of them, "These are rough teas from the mountains, not as good as the good tea from Fucheng. Don't blame us for being such distinguished guests!"

"Very good!" Xu Dao took a sip. The tea was indeed ordinary, but the frying method was very good.

"Old man, is there really a mountain god here?" Oats doesn't like tea. He can't judge the quality of this tea. In his opinion, it seems to be no different from the good tea in the city.

"What do you think, distinguished guest?"

"I guess so. After all, there must be a reason for my father-in-law to stay here for seventy years!" Oats said casually. It's not like he has never been in the government. He has a clear understanding of ghosts and gods.

Ghosts and gods do exist, but ghosts and gods also communicate with evil spirits. As for the righteous gods, there are actually very few. There are only a few righteous gods enshrined by the imperial court, and the rest are evil gods. He had never heard of such a White Deer Goddess.

Moreover, as far as he knew, most of the time, the objects of folk worship and sacrifice were not even the evil gods, because they did not exist at all.

If his guess is correct, this mountain temple is like this.

If this place really was a strange or evil god, many passers-by would have been killed over the years, but he has not heard of any rumors of harmful people in this place so far.

But if you want to say that there is a righteous god, then he doesn’t believe it either!

In fact, the people in this world are somewhat similar to the world where Xu Dao lived in his previous life. The vast majority of people do not believe in God. Even if they believe in God, they only believe in God verbally.

This letter is not belief, but faith!

In the eyes of many people, gods are just more powerful individuals. Not to mention monks, many ordinary people also think this way.

For ordinary people, what is the difference between a god and a high-level monk?

No matter which one, it can determine his life or death!

Of course, the gods in this world do exist, but their existence does not mean that humans have to believe in them! It makes no sense!

The old man nodded, "Indeed!"

oat:"……"

"Old man, you can't joke about this. There are countless righteous gods enshrined by the imperial court, so you can't just worship them casually." Oats pondered for a long time and persuaded softly.

Xu Dao was silent. He was closing his eyes and concentrating. For some reason, as soon as he entered here, he felt at peace. It was strange. In the past, he could only feel this kind of feeling at home!

However, he also heard the exchange between Oats and the old man.

He was also curious about whether the mountain god existed or not. Is there really such a god, or is it just a legend? Or was it just made up by this old man?

"I'm not joking, mountain gods really exist. The reason why I chose to come here to make a temple blessing and stick to it for more than seventy years is for this reason." The old man's face was complicated, with some kind of recollection, "Because, I personally saw it Saw it!”

The room fell into silence, and Oats shivered involuntarily.

No, he was a little afraid of this unfolding. Oats secretly glanced at Xu Dao. He wanted to say something now, Lord, let's get out of here! Something's wrong here!

However, when he saw Xu Dao, he just closed his eyes tightly and looked calm, and he felt a little more at peace.

"Did you see it? It couldn't be a monster, right? Some monsters are good at deceiving people. It's not unusual for them to have this ability." Oats tried to struggle. He really didn't want to mess with gods or whatever, whether they were righteous gods or deceitful gods.

"Can you save people?" the old man asked with a smile.

Xu Dao opened his eyes after hearing this, "Where is this god from?"

"This is the Goddess Mountain behind the temple!" Miao Zhu pointed to the back.

"Because this person saved you, you came here, built a temple, and offered incense?"

"Yes, and he didn't just save me! That time, more than 30 people survived because of the god's rescue!" The temple keeper picked up the teacup, "In a blink of an eye, I was about to die, but I never saw that person again!"

There was a sense of loss and disappointment in his tone. He had always believed that he was not wrong that time, and he had not remembered it wrong. He had always believed that there was a mountain god here, so he came here to be a temple keeper, rebuild the temple, and offer incense, but for some reason, since that time, he has never seen that person appear again.

He knew that he might not be able to wait in this life, because he was almost dead!

Hearing this, Xu Dao fell into deep thought, and gently rubbed his fingers on the teacup. Is there really a righteous god here?

Moreover, where did this strange sense of comfort come from?

He didn't know whether there was a righteous god, but he could be sure that the place worshipped here would not be an evil god or a strange god!

If there was a reason, it was intuition! As the owner of the giant bronze tree, he always had a perception of this kind of thing that was many times better than that of ordinary people.