I'm not the underworld

Chapter 49
The mountain gods may be good people with meritorious deeds who are rewarded after death, or they may be spirits and monsters in the mountains who cultivated to Taoism and ascended to immortality.

Obviously, the mountain god of Huanglong Mountain is a good fairy.

The three old Taoist priests looked stiff, staring at the scene in front of them with wide eyes in shock.

Did this really make this kid call out the mountain god?This unscientific!
The mountain god in Chinese clothes has the majesty of the gods and the temperament of the dust, which makes people dare not look directly at them.

In front of the mountain god, Chen Yifan undoubtedly looked ordinary and insignificant, but the mountain god had a respectful look towards him, which was weird no matter how people looked at it.

"Do you know where there is a poor god statue within the range of Huanglong Mountain?" Chen Yifan asked the mountain god directly.

"There is indeed an old beggar in the mountain who worships the God of Poverty. However, that old beggar has a weird personality and is so powerful that even the demon king Huang Lu dare not provoke him." The mountain god replied with a slight smile.

Chen Yifan's eyes lit up. Jiang Jun, the landlady of Longkou Village, said that everyone worshiped the God of Wealth, and he thought so too. Who would worship the broom star?
There is still some doubts in my heart, but I didn't expect that there are actually people worshiping the poor god!
"Thank you, Mountain God, and please point out the location for me!" Chen Yifan thanked quickly.

"Nowadays there are many spirits and monsters in the mountains. If they don't know the true face of the emperor, they will be rude and offend. I will let my great-great-grandson take the emperor to you!" The mountain god smiled lightly.

Immediately, he shouted: "Yan, are you still not coming out? It's time for you to repay your favor!"

A thigh-high weasel jumped out from behind the mountain god statue, and bowed to Chen Yifan with its paws in its arms.

Immediately, under Chen Yifan's astonished eyes, the weasel turned into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who looked somewhat like a mountain god, with two yellow ears shaking twice on his head.

Chen Yifan opened his mouth in astonishment, then regained his senses, pointed at the boy in the brown weasel-printed T-shirt and said, "I recognize you! You are the one from last night..."

"See Dijun!" The young man's mouth twitched, his face turned red, and he quickly kowtowed to Chen Yifan, interrupting his words.

There's no way, that's the only way for Huang Jing to become a demon, he is not a master of women's clothing.

"Emperor, please, the little demon will lead the way for you!" Yan didn't know Chen Yifan's real body at first, he just found a random mortal to ask for the title. Now when his grandfather said it, he knew that it was a complicated thing in his heart.

No wonder he had 500 years of Taoism once he became a demon, 400 years more Taoism than the normal Huang Jing became a demon out of thin air.

If it's just an ordinary mortal, it's fine, he can repay this kindness by doing a few favors at will, such as letting the benefactor make a windfall or something.

But it happened to be a great god, and this time it can be regarded as putting himself in it. The kindness of a great god with a priestly position like Emperor Fengdu is likely to become a boy under his god's throne, and the kindness can never be repaid in a lifetime.

Of course, even so, this kind of attunement is something that ordinary monsters can't wait for.

How about a lifetime of gratitude?At least, under the hands of such a great god, their dao fruits are considered stable. As long as they don't make any big mistakes, they will basically be stable. It's only a matter of time before they become demons.

But Yan is a little tangled, he is a little monster in the new era, and he hasn't been able to go to that colorful world yet!

If he went back to the dojo to practice with the great god, wouldn't he be depressed to death?

What's more, this great god is still below, and the cultivation environment cannot be some fairyland with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

He has long wanted to venture into the world of flowers and flowers outside, but he can't transform into a monster without becoming a monster. It's too dangerous to go down the mountain with his body, and his grandfather won't let him go.

"Cough! Haha!" Chen Yifan was startled, then laughed twice: "It's really interesting!"

At this moment, a layer of barriers in his heart was suddenly relieved, he glanced at the mountain god in front of him, and then at Yan.

Immortals, demons, and humans are nothing but creatures of the world.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Chen Yifan looked at Yan and said.

"Yes!" Yan respectfully replied, recovered from his entangled thoughts, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

Walking to the door, Chen Yifan paused: "That's right! When I was young, I lost my way in the mountains and finally found this mountain temple. Did you help me go home?"

"Old things, I didn't expect the emperor to still remember it. I didn't know the emperor's true face at the time, so I offended." Shen Yuan was walking towards the crooked and worn-out statue, and smiled lightly when he heard it.

It has been four or five hundred years since he became the mountain god of Huanglong Mountain, and what happened seven or eight years ago seems like yesterday.

Chen Yifan just asked, and when he got the expected answer, he said lightly, "Thank you!"

Although he is the Great Emperor of Fengdu, that happened in his previous life, and now he is just a mortal with no priesthood and no possessions. His strength is not as good as that of the mountain god, and he has no treasures. It's out of the question.

It's better to keep this kindness in your heart and repay it when you have the ability.

A yellow oil-paper umbrella appeared in Yan's hand, and he stood at the gate of the temple waiting for Chen Yifan. When Chen Yifan stepped out of the temple gate, he respectfully handed over the oil-paper umbrella and put it on Chen Yifan's head.

"That guy...isn't human!" Qiu Yuxian had a Taoist grandfather since he was a child, and he read a lot of legends about gods and monsters. He had watched "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" dozens of times, and now he came to his senses. Come, muttered.

The mountain god glanced at them, and the memories of Qiu Yuxian and Qiu Yu were erased.

With their strength, they are not worthy of knowing this.

Only the old Taoist priest Qiuyuan has profound mana, and in the eyes of the mountain god, he is already qualified to touch these things.

"May I ask, Lord Mountain God, who was that god just now..." Qiu Yuan hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, and asked.

The mountain god of Huanglong Mountain is not like Mount Tai, and the mountain god of Mount Huangshan also has some status in the heavenly court, but is just a small god.

But even if he is just a small god, he will not pretend to any mortals or monsters. The boy just now can only be a "god"!And it's a god whose priesthood is higher than that of the mountain god!
"With your cultivation, you don't know how many emperors there are in the world, right? As for who that is, if he doesn't tell you, how can I tell you?" Shen Yuan shook his head, his figure merged into the statue and disappeared.

"Grandpa! What are you talking about? Why do you suddenly worship the mountain god?" Qiu Yuxian and the others supported their heads, shook their heads, and asked Qiu Yuan who was kneeling in front of the mountain god statue.

Qiu Yuan ignored it, but grabbed the peach-wood sword, looked at Chen Yifan's back, and said to Qiu Yuxian and the two: "Quick! We have to keep up with that... senior!"

As he said that, as soon as Qiu Yuan stepped out of the temple gate, the silent vines suddenly attacked him.

"Grandpa! You are crazy!" Qiu Yuxian exclaimed.

Immediately, he grabbed the Dharma bell in his hand and shook it. A stream of mana was contained in the sound waves of the Dharma bell, like a beam of sword energy drawn on the vines, repelling the vines.

But there were more and more vines, and Qiuyuan kept waving the mahogany sword in his hand to block a lot, but he still couldn't get out, so he could only fall back into the temple in embarrassment again.

Looking at Chen Yifan walking away, Qiu Yuan became a little anxious, and shouted: "Senior, please take us with you!"

(End of this chapter)