My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 68 Dream Hunting, God Name: Dongshan Hunting Duke

The statue stands upside down, with its hands on the ground, its head below, and its feet facing the sky.

This is not exactly what it looks like to fall off a cliff.

Could it be that the carpenter didn't know himself, and carved a statue according to the way he fell?
Thinking of this, Song Lin was a little speechless.

Statues are not ordinary statues. Once carved, that image cannot be changed.

And when ghosts and gods appear in the future, it will be this image.

Now that the soul is condensed, it is time to consider how to increase its strength.

"Ghosts don't have meridians, so they can't practice. They can only practice according to the method of cultivating wild gods in ghost temples." Song Lin thought to himself.

Anyway, there is no Taoism in this world, so don't worry about attracting blows from Taoism.

The supreme god of this worldview, King Panhu, Panhu created the world, his hair turned into trees, his eyes turned into sun and moon, his breath became wind and clouds, and his flesh and blood turned into mountains and rivers.

And the essence and blood turned into folk gods.

Almost all walks of life in this world, no matter what they do, they are protected by ghosts and gods.

There are mountain gods for hunting, kitchen gods for eating, fish gods for fishing, and river gods for rivers.

These are just types, not the names of gods, and the gods in charge of these things are different in different places; King Anliu, Fairy Boy who protects the house, and the old man Dongshan on the mountain, etc.

"The back village of Dongshan Mountain is located at the foot of Dongshan Mountain. This place makes a living from hunting. It can be used as my base..."

Song Lin thought to himself.

God's position is tailored to local conditions, depending on where you are.

People here live by hunting, so they can't hold positions like fish god or valley god.

"In the case of the Hunting God, there is no one vying for the position."

The biggest god here is the old man Dongshan. This guy should be a mountain god, and he is also a kind of evil god.

Every year, a tiger is sent down the mountain to eat many people. The villagers respect and fear him, and spend a lot of manpower and material resources to worship this guy.

Then again, if you let someone worship you rashly, I'm afraid it will attract a blow from the old man Dongshan.

However, this is not a problem. When the cultivation level reaches a certain level, you can project rampant soldiers and magical powers from reality.

Thinking of this, Song Lin probably had some calculations in his heart.

That being the case, then take this village first.

First of all, we need to find someone to hold a dream, show our own strength, and let him build a temple for him.

Only when temples are built and people offer them with incense and fire can mana be generated.

This kind of ghosts and gods will not give birth to mana by themselves, mana comes from incense.

Song Lin turned around and went out to Dongshan with a dark wind.

The ghost's body is light and fluffy, in a translucent shape, with a faint ghostly aura lingering around its body.

This ghostly body is different from the physical body. It has no sense of smell, touch and taste, and it all depends on telepathy, which makes Song Lin feel strange.

Been in the dungeon for many years, I have experienced all kinds of bodies.

The mountains are hazy and the moonlight is clear.

When Song Lin came to the mountain spring, he suddenly noticed movement in a small cave on the side of the mountain wall. When he looked inside, the white shadow disappeared in a flash.

"Huh? White fox!"

The white fox is an extremely rare beast, and its fur can be sold for a hundred taels of silver in the market.

Thinking of this, Song Lin had a plan in mind.

Dongshanhou Village, inside the village chief's house.

An old man with dark skin and calloused hands and feet was sleeping, next to his wife, and hunting tools hung on the wall.

Not all village chiefs are rich. In a poor mountain village like this, even the village chief has to go hunting to support his family.

In the dream, the village chief Yang Dashan came to a luxurious temple, surrounded by hazy white mist, like a fairyland.

Yang Dashan walked into the temple subconsciously, and saw an inverted statue enshrined in the depths of the temple, and a young man in purple official uniform stood in front of the statue.

The young man turned around slowly.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember it.

"Uncle Yang, long time no see."

"You...you are Goro?" Yang Dashan suddenly remembered, it was the unlucky boy who fell off the cliff seven years ago, "You...do you have any unfulfilled wish?"

"No, I have become a fairy."

Song Lin told a long story.

Said that after his death, he saw the goddess who was sitting down by the Great God of Panhu. The goddess taught him the Nine Heavens Xuanfa, and he learned it for seven days in the sky.

This story is a bit embarrassing, but it has to be made up.

No matter what kind of god, there must be a loud background.

You must know that Song Lin grew up in this mountain village, and none of these old people knew about his dark history and embarrassing things.

It is obviously impossible to make people bow down to you without making up a resounding background.

"This..." The old village chief still couldn't believe it.

"It's not too late. There is a cliff in Fangmaxi pine forest in Dongshan Mountain. There is a white fox in the cave at the foot of the cliff. You will find out when you go there tomorrow. Just remember, after you sell the fox fur, build me a temple to keep you hunting!"

Whoa!

As soon as the words fell, Temple and Song Lin disappeared.

The next day, the old village head woke up, startled and suspicious of his dream last night.

When I told my wife and son about this, they also felt dizzy.

"It's weird, it's impossible to dream of Goro for no reason."

Yang Dashan murmured to himself that he was also a superstitious person, so he dragged him up the mountain regardless of his son's complaints.

Unexpectedly, after this trip, they actually got the white fox. After selling a hundred taels of silver, the whole family believed in Wulang.

When I went back to the village and told the villagers about this, the villagers were terrified, but they couldn't believe it when they saw the village head getting rich overnight.

When Liu Niang heard this, she hurried home.

"Fifth Brother, Fifth Brother has really appeared."

Liu Niang wept with joy.

Fifth brother not only came back, but also became a god. Who can understand the sadness of not being understood by others in the past seven years.

Others said that Liu Niang was bewitched by an evil spirit. If her husband Zhou Da hadn't understood her, she might have gone crazy long ago.

"Uh...Really?" Zhou Da couldn't believe it either.

"The village chief said it, and he also said that he would invite craftsmen from the next village to come over and build a temple for Brother Wu."

"That's great!" Zhou grinned his big white teeth and smiled honestly. The village head is the most prestigious person in the village, so what he said can't be wrong.

"Six Niangs!!"

The village head brought people in, gave ten taels of silver as a reward, and said, "Show Lao Lin the statue, and he will carve a bigger one later."

Song Lin's bone altar will also be placed in the temple for worship.

Five days later.

Temples were built.

The temple is not big, about the same area as the Earth Temple, with three steps in length and width, yellow tiles and white walls, and an upside-down Goro statue half a person's height.

The craftsmanship of this wooden frame is obviously much higher than that of Liuniang's. The face of the statue is painted with green and red oil paint, with angry eyes and ferocious eyes, very majestic.

The village head lights incense candles, puts pig heads, roosters, beef, etc., and recites the mantra to invite the gods:

"I invite Song Wulang, who was born in the year of Jiazi, to blow a horn with his hand until the sky is yellow and the earth is yellow... There are names everywhere on the altar, and every household is auspicious, and the disciples kowtow and look forward to coming!"

Since there is not much culture, please God's spell is somewhat straightforward.

The village chief stomped his right foot, knocked the gong next to him, and blew the horn, beckoning God to success.

God's name: Dongshan Hunting Lord.

People generally call it Wulang God for short.

At the same time, Song Lin, who was floating on the statue, also sensed that there was an extra line of information in the catalog of ghosts.

Name: Song Lin, Dongshan Hunter.

Type: ghosts and gods

Boundary: team position Yincao

Dao Xing: seven years

Supernatural powers: entrusting dreams and asking with bamboo hexagrams.

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