Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 392 Gather incense and reopen the view of the true king

The stream flows over the blue stones, and the birds in the dense forest shake their branches and leaves and sing.

The seven or eight men who were marching brushed away the weeds and bushes, jumped over the bluestone along the stream, and let the woodcutter and the herbal picker identify their position. By this time, the sun had risen above the clouds.

Many people became suspicious in their hearts, thinking that these two people were just lying and bragging, and the precious medicinal materials and wood they got were just excuses from the mountain gods, so that others would not dare to hurt their hearts.

"Is it this way?"

"Everyone be careful, there is moss on the stone, be careful not to fall into the water."

"Da Linzi, hurry up and see if you are going this way."

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The crowd reminded each other, and some woodcutters were asked to identify the direction. The urged woodcutters and herb pickers recalled for a while, glanced at a certain location, and their faces suddenly became excited.

"I found the way, everyone, hurry up, the way to the Taoist temple is this way."

As soon as the crowd heard their affirmative tone, the depression just now was wiped away, and they hurried over quickly, and some people still had doubts in their hearts. Huang Molan's huge figure rushed straight at one of the villagers.

"Don't hurt me!"

Seeing the figure jumping out, the woodcutter plucked up his courage and shouted, "Have you forgotten the words of the master?!"

The tiger really stopped, looked at the woodcutter who was talking, as if he knew him, and under the fearful eyes of everyone, he backed away slowly, then turned around and plunged into the forest.

Lin Ye was still swaying in the remaining wind, and a group of villagers were so frightened that their legs were limp. When they came back to their senses, their eyes were full of horror. At this time, all the doubts in their hearts disappeared at this time, and they knew that the two had really met an adventure.

Immediately without procrastinating, he speeded up and crossed the creek, and got into the forest in front of him. Soon the woodcutter found the entrance. Sure enough, as the two of them said, after passing a few big trees, the field of vision became wider. Wild flowers bloom everywhere in the valley, green old pine trees are all over the cliffs on both sides of the valley, and white cranes fly across the valley from time to time.

The whole group felt refreshed and happy, as if a scroll of painting was unfolding in the eyes.

"Look, it's that Taoist temple!"

The woodcutter's excited words were trembling, and he quickly called the villagers who came with him to go up the steep slope next to him, and rushed back and forth to the distant building.

"There is no big green bull like you said!"

"It's not full of precious light, it looks like an ordinary Taoist temple."

There were mutterings in the crowd, and someone looked up at the inscription on the gate of the temple: Lingxian Zhenjun Temple.

This is the first time I have heard of such a person named Lingxian Zhenjun, and I don't know who is enshrined in it.

A group of people surrounded each other and tiptoed into the Taoist temple. When looking around, they didn't see any masters like teachers. Instead, they only saw a small Taoist boy sitting on the stone steps in front of the main hall. When he saw someone coming, he glanced at it. I don't care about it anymore.

"Xiao Daoist, where is the expert in this temple?"

The woodcutter and the herbal picker had seen this Taoist boy before, and they knew that he had something to do with the master, "I'll take the folks over here to thank the two masters yesterday."

"My master, Zhenjun, and Daoist Feihe went outside. I don't know when I will come back. You can do it yourself."

Sun Yingxian didn't bother to pay attention to them, took out the scriptures from under his buttocks, flipped through them, closed them again, raised his face, and continued chanting while walking.

It turned out to be reciting scriptures from Daoist scriptures.

"The expert is not here, what shall we do?"

"It's better to take a look in the temple."

Everyone murmured for a while, seeing that the Taoist boy didn't care about their group, and after cupping their hands, they rushed to the gate of the temple, looking in curiously, one by one stood on the altar, the tall statues stared at each other, or held weapons and wanted to make a move. Killing, looking at it for a long time, it seems to be slashing at people, which is daunting.

"Hey, I've seen the one in the front row, isn't it Master Guan from Megatron Huaxia?! The dark-faced one next to him seems to be Zhang Fei?"

"Others, there are quite a few that I haven't seen... Why are they all kept in the temple..."

"Hey, look at the one in the middle!"

When someone pointed it out, the woodcutter and the herbal picker shuddered, staring blankly at the sculpture headed sitting on the chair, stuttering.

"It seems... big... everyone... that statue looks like... the tall man we saw... yesterday."

The villagers were taken aback when they heard the words, and followed their gaze. The sculpture sitting high on the altar had an inexplicable majesty, which weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

In other words, the one who led Da Linzi and Xiao Zhong to escape from the tiger's mouth was the true emperor enshrined in this hall?
Everyone thought of this almost at the same time, couldn't help but looked at each other, didn't dare to speak, quickly knelt down in front of the temple gate, and bowed to the statue of the real king and the heroes who didn't know him.

"Xiao Daoist, we take our leave."

After the worship, everyone felt a little uneasy. The woodcutter apologized to the boy who was reciting scriptures. As soon as he left, he met a young man who was coming from a distance. , and then told them to wait a while, and took out a bag of things from his sleeve, which was still warm.

The woodcutter took it respectfully, and couldn't help asking: "This gentleman... what is wrapped in paper?"

"Zhenjun knows that you are coming, let me give you something to eat on the way back." The young son said with a smile: "Zhenjun said, you are all hard-working people, you have worked hard all your life, and you can't live comfortably. Tired and injured, this food is shared among everyone, although it can't prolong life, it can also get rid of hidden diseases."

After finishing speaking, the young gentleman cupped his hands and went straight to the Taoist temple.

Look at me and I look at you. After hesitating for a while, the woodcutter still opened the paper, and there was dough inside, soft and soft, crystal clear, like jade carvings, with a faint fragrance, not too much, not too much. Exactly eight at least.

The eight people were hungry, especially when they saw such delicacies, they couldn't help themselves, so they couldn't help but took one each, stuffed it into their mouths and chewed, the nephrite-like dough melted after chewing a few times, and it fell into their stomachs and felt warm immediately. Rising all over the body.

The bones of the body that were a little tired suddenly regained strength. Some people even touched the kneecaps and exclaimed in surprise: "The old problem on my knees has healed."

This man had accumulated rheumatism all year round and suffered from pain all the time. Unexpectedly, as soon as he swallowed the dough, the cold pain on his knee would disappear instantly. He even ran a few steps quickly in front of his companions, jumping and jumping , I can't see the problem at all.

The others were also planing food in the ground, and they had injuries to some extent. Now they are all healed up like that man, which made them very excited. After a while, they all bowed and kowtowed in the direction of the Taoist temple, and then brought the news Hurry back and bring the news here to the villagers, and in the morning of tomorrow, they will come to offer incense and fulfill their vows.

(End of this chapter)