Chapter 708 Incense


    Border of the Yanshui River.


    The ink painting and the "Young Master" in the black fog only looked at each other.


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


    Mo Hua''s eyes were deep, and she silently remembered these eyes in her heart, and then continued along the river bank and embarked on the way back to the sect.


    All the way from now on, I will be 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, to explain the whole story.


    Elder Song, who had always been unreasonable, had an unexpectedly good attitude, and even had a little bit of honor.


    It seems that Mo Hua asked for leave, and he was very good at asking for it, giving him face.


    Ink painting is a little confused.


    Farewell to Elder Song, Mo Hua went to pay his respects to Mr. Xun again.


    Mo Hua knew in his heart that Elder Song must have been so tolerant of himself because of Mr. Xun''s face.


    Other disciples are not qualified to ask for so many leave.


    The elders were in the middle, and Mr. Xun didn''t know what he was busy with, and his expression was solemn. When he saw Mo Hua, he only asked a few simple questions, but because he was busy with affairs, he didn''t say much. He could only look at Mo Hua, with a slightly deep look, showing a thoughtful look.


    Ink painting was also a little confused, but when he saw Mr. Xun, he seemed to be busy with important things and was inconvenient to disturb him, he respectfully said:


    "Old sir, my disciple has said goodbye."


    Mr. Xun nodded and reminded him as usual, "Practice well, learn the formation well, and focus on it."


    "yes."


    Mo Hua said solemnly, then bowed and said goodbye and left.


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


    The child’s affairs, let’s ask about Mo Hua later.


    Top priority...


    Mr. Xun looked down at the table.


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


    The Heavenly Secret Compass, Glance to Cause and Effect.


    Above the map, a huge spiritual mine range is displayed, winding and twisting, running through the Qianxuezhou area and the surrounding area, like a giant dragon formed by spiritual power.


    There are four-character notes on the map:


    “Qianlong Mountains”.


    The jade slip shows the order of the four major sects, eight major sects, twelve sects, and hundreds of Qianxue sects in the Qianxue Prefecture.


    These orders are determined by the "Sword Conference" and especially the most famous and most prosperous "Sword Conference" in Qianzhou.


    This compass shows 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 lies above these three things.


    But now, the Tianji compass cannot clear away the fog, the cause and effect are uncertain, and the future is unpredictable.


    The other two are also likely to cause changes.


    There may be unexpected situations in the world.


    Mr. Xun looked out the window.


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


    The disciples devote themselves to practicing Taoism, and the elders preach and teach their teachings.


    The misty clouds and mists float among the mountains.


    Everything is calm and the years are peaceful.


    But in the secret, I am afraid that it has already been surging.


    Man has good fortune and good fortune, and his family has rise and fall. He is born from worries and dies from happiness.


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


    Mr. Xun already felt a sense of crisis in his heart.


    Outside Taixu Gate, murderous intent is everywhere.


    "Just...where did this murderous intent come from..."


    "How should I break the deadlock with Taixu Sect? How can I find a glimmer of hope from the evil realm of evil thoughts..."


    Mr. Xun looked at the Taixu Gate, which has a long history and a vast family, his brows became tighter and tighter, and his old face was as solemn as a mountain.


    …


    Qianzhou, a forbidden area.


    In the gloomy secret room.


    Mr. Tu''s face was terrifyingly gloomy.


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


    His voice was filled with anger and deep fear.


    "Lord River God is gone..."


    “The incarnation of the Lord of God disappeared.”


    “The altar was destroyed.”


    "I don''t know who dug the **** fishing village three feet away, and I went through it thoroughly..."


    "The Lord of God''s minions have also been arrested..."


    A terrifying and terrifying divine punishment came to my body, and the secret room was filled with terrifying rage and evil thoughts.


    Mr. Tu knelt on his knees, gritting his teeth, and blood oozing from his teeth.


    His limbs were also distorted to a certain extent, and cold sweats as big as beans appeared on his forehead, and his voice trembled.


    “Please forgive me…”


    "I already have my eyes...I..."


    Mr. Tu coughed out blood from his mouth and could not speak.


    The evil thoughts of anger gradually faded, and the divine punishment slowed down slightly. Mr. Tu coughed a few more mouthfuls of blood and was able to continue speaking.


    “It’s…Taixu Gate…”


    "The magic of heavenly secrets in Qianzhou has declined, the formation of divine Tao has disappeared, and some old people are either obsessed with fame and fortune, or are self-protection..."


    "If you lose enough, you will lead to prosperity, if you indulge in people''s desires but do not keep your heart, the way of spiritual thoughts will decline greatly."


    "Only Taixu Sect, there are some relics of the divine mind and sword path left behind."


    “Taixu Gate…”


    Mr. Tu has a long-lasting gaze, "It was like this hundreds of years ago. As soon as the Heshen Temple was built and not long after the altar was opened, it was discovered by a genius sword cultivator from the Jindan realm of Taixu Sect."


    "That man practiced the method of transforming into a sword with divine thoughts, and his sword art was small, and he almost..."


    Mr. Tu showed fear, "...I just got a little short of it, and I destroyed the embryo of the incarnation of the God Lord, destroyed the altar of the River God Temple, and made my efforts fail for a hundred years."


    "At the critical moment, the Lord of God showed his power, defeated this person, destroyed his heart of Tao, and cut off his natal sword."


    "The incident of the He Shen Temple still laid the cause and effect."


    "Now hundreds of years have passed, and the River God Temple has been discovered again, but this time is different from the time. This person acts in secluded manner and has meticulous means. He does not know anything and does not reveal any wind. Moreover, the power of divine thoughts is terrible, and the means of divine thoughts are very cruel..."


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


    Mr. Tu''s heart trembled and he didn''t dare to continue talking.


    He felt that in the secret room, the Lord of God''s mind became colder and more terrifying, but he did not see him, so he spoke slowly and continued:


    "This is by no means a coincidence!"


    "Hundreds of years ago, it was the sword cultivator of Taixu Sect who entered the River God Temple. Today, hundreds of years later, the nightmare is destroyed and the River God Temple is destroyed. The cause and effect are likely to fall on... Taixu Sect!"


    A trace of cold light flashed in Mr. Tu''s eyes.


    "You can find the entrance to the fishing village, walk safely to the River God Temple, open an altar to enter the nightmare of the gods, erase many demons in the nightmare, and even risk your bad luck..."


    Kill the incarnation of the river **** and the **** master...


    Mr. Tu paused for a moment and continued:


    "…This person is most likely to be Taixu Sect. In recent years, a master with a successful swordsmanship may even be an old monster who has never been born in the back mountain..."


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


    "Even if it is not the true teaching of Taixu Sect, it must be closely related to Taixu Sect. Practice the method of transforming divine thoughts into swords and follow the path of unity of swords."


    “It’s not even just Taixu Gate…”


    Mr. Tu''s heart was trembling, as if he was thinking of an ancient, huge, and no longer mentioned swordsmanship, and there was a hidden fear in his eyes.


    "Tai''a casts the magic sword, rushes to the Xunian sword energy, and transforms the sword intent of Taixu..."


    Every time he recited, Mr. Tu was scared. At the end of his recitation, his whole body was even implemented by the sword intent, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly, so he dared not continue reading.


    Mr. Tu finally knelt down devoutly in front of the huge hideous white bone statue of sheep horns.


    "Taixu Sect is the root of rebellion."


    "Gu Changhuai and the Gu family are the minions who help the evildoer."


    "The plan is going to be ahead..."


    "The sects that should fall will decline; the inheritance that should be extinct will be extinct; those who dare to stop the God Lord''s plan will surely be doomed..."


    "The level of flesh and blood has been laid out; the evil straw dog is being cultivated; the plan of the Lord of God is irreversible; the arrival of the Lord of God is just around the corner..."


    And the bloodline of the Great Wilderness can also be seen again...


    Mr. Tu paused his head to the ground, his eyes blended with blood and tears, and he felt pious.


    …


    A few days later, the small fishing village.


    After Mo Hua left, the people from Daotingsi came and did some aftermath. All things related to the evil gods were destroyed according to Mo Hua''s instructions. Gu Changhuai made an exception and allowed all the monks in the fishing village to be enrolled in the cultivation area and to abut on a nearby second-grade immortal city.


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


    The Gu family and several nearby families also greeted each other and did not allow them to bully the market and oppress the fishing cultivators.


    The fishing repairs in the small fishing village have made life easier.


    Just occasionally, in their spare time in 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 fishing, drowned in water, or eaten by water monsters. After waking up, I was covered in cold sweat and my back was wet..."


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


    "I was overturned by the waves. Several water monsters were competing to eat me. It hurts when I think about it now..."


    …


    Someone sighed, "So, I dreamed that my wife who was so stupid and married through hardships was snatched away..."


    Everyone sighed, and then they were stunned, "Don''t you have no wife?"


    The fishing practitioner said unhappy:


    "Do you understand dreaming? Dreaming! What''s more true in dreaming?"


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


    Everyone was speechless for a moment.


    Speaking of this, someone suddenly looked serious and a little scared, "I dreamed of something even more terrifying..."


    Seeing everyone looking at him, he swallowed his saliva and looked frightened. Obviously, he still felt scared when he remembered it:


    "I dreamed that there was a big fish monster with a head as big as a temple, a fish whisker as thick as a tree, a white fang, and a **** body. It looked very scary and ate people everywhere, and I was almost eaten by it..."


    After he said this, there were several people, and his face was wrong.


    "What''s wrong?"


    "I have dreamed of this fish monster, too..."


    "So too! It''s so scary, I didn''t dare to say it..."


    "And I, I''m afraid of making taboos, and disaster comes from my mouth, so I never dared to speak..."


    "The things in the dream are both true and false, and no one can guarantee that, so there is really no big fish monster. If there is really something, I will tell it and let it know, then I will be finished."


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


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


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


    "Why didn''t I see it?"


    “I saw it…”


    There were many different opinions at the moment, some said they saw it, and some said they didn’t see it, and there was no consensus.


    One person snorted and said with some pride:


    "You have no luck, and you didn''t see the end..."


    "I saw it with my own eyes that day! The **** fish monster was catching people everywhere, and then suddenly a golden light flashed by, and a golden little immortal came in the air, holding a golden sword in his hand, radiating from a huge ray of light..."


    "The fish monster looked fierce, with a surging blood, and arrogance, but he was no match for the little immortal at all."


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


    "The little immortal pressed the fish monster''s head on the stage, raised his sword and fell. A golden light flashed. With just one sword, he cut off the fish monster''s head and ended his life!"


    After saying that, this man shook his head and sighed, with a shocked expression.


    Other fishing cultivators who had never seen fish monsters die also took a breath.


    "What a majestic little fairy!"


    “Great supernatural powers!”


    Some people couldn''t help asking, "Why is this little fairy so young and can''t grow up?"


    "How do I know... the immortal thing, how can I understand..."


    “It’s because I haven’t practiced perfectly.”


    "You are so young and so powerful, then you will grow up, and you will be fine..."


    “This is natural…”


    "Then where did this little fairy go?"


    Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, "If the river monster is cut off, it will disappear. The immortals come and go without a trace. How can they know where they have gone..."


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


    "When you enter a dream, kill the river demon, what is this an immortal? Have you ever seen a real immortal?"


    The man shook his head, "I haven''t seen it before..."


    “That’s all.”


    As everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said mysteriously:


    "I think that a few days ago, we had nightmares and had bad luck, which is probably related to this blood-colored fish monster."


    The others were stunned, and then nodded, "Something makes sense..."


    "You said, 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 fairy killed the fish monster once, and we have received his kindness for no reason. For no reason, why should we kill him again?"


    "Too…"


    "Or," said someone, "we will worship this little fairy for incense?"


    Everyone was stunned, and then they began to ponder.


    The man continued, "Think about it, it is definitely not possible to keep burning incense on weekdays and cram the Buddha''s feet on the spot. That little immortal can''t always protect us for no reason."


    "But if we worship every day and offer incense, and when there are demons and monsters coming, will it be reasonable for him to kill this sword for us and remove evil spirits?"


    The fishing practitioners suddenly realized and nodded.


    “It makes sense…”


    "This is in line with cause and effect."


    "Good worship. No matter what, we have also received great kindness from the little immortal. If you worship him, you will feel more at ease."


    The wind and waves in the river are strong, and life and death are at the same time.


    These fishermen are used to these frightened days, and almost instinctively, they still want to worship something and pray for some existence in the dark.


    Even if you really don’t get blessings, I’ll be at ease.


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


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


    On the mountain wall, the rocks were dug out, and a small oath table was placed, some fruit and melons were placed, and a small clay sculpture was placed in the middle.


    This small clay sculpture was made by Lao Yutou.


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


    He has also seen many stone sculptures and clay statues enshrined in some temples, and they came in handy at this time, so they made one according to the reference.


    Just when he was ready and was about to pinch his face, Old Yu was a little confused and asked, "What does that little immortal look like?"


    He raised blood fish, his faith was swallowed up more, and his spiritual consciousness was weaker.


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


    "I''m covered in golden light, I can''t see clearly..." someone said.


    "Go and ask, who can see clearly what this little fairy looks like." Old Yutou


    But everyone asked around and shook their heads.


    Someone said, "Mr. Yu, you can just make one of them. It''s enough if that happens. The clay sculpture is not the true form."


    The others also echoed: "Yes, yes."


    Old Yu thought about it and felt it was right.


    A little fairy who has great kindness to everyone in the fishing village...


    Inexplicably, Mo Hua''s face came to my heart.


    The more I think about it, the more I feel it is appropriate.


    If there was such a little fairy, she would have looked like Young Master Mo.


    He is handsome and friendly, with bright eyes, gentle temperament, extraordinary fairy spirit, and some hates evil.


    Old Yutou then pinched a clay sculpture of a small immortal with a golden sword on his back and sitting upright as he looked like ink painting.


    But he is not good at craftsmanship, only 50% or 60% similar.


    Only the eyebrows and eyes are vivid and lively, looking at the shadow of eight or nine-point ink painting.


    After the clay sculpture is pinched, it is placed in a small temple.


    From then on, fishing on cloudy days, rainy days and rivers, the year is not good, or there may be nightmares, and there may be evil spirits disturbing you.


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


    In the incense, the fishermen did not notice that a weak little silverfish slowly swam into the small immortal temple, hid behind the majestic little immortal statue, rubbed against the incense of ink painting, and recuperated their divine body bit by bit.


    (This chapter ends)