White snake fairy in the world

Chapter 91

"Tianpin, it's very powerful." Bai Yan nodded and said, "A powerful practitioner can determine the rise and fall of a power, but it doesn't necessarily guarantee its longevity.

The seven Gu sects have wreaked havoc on the world for more than four hundred years, and the lives of people have been devastated, so it should come to an end.You see, in the direction of the seven Gu sects, the calamity energy is like a tide, and the death energy is entangled. Can it last long? "

Li Tianren looked to the northwest and asked doubtfully, "Why can't I see it?"

Bai Jun smiled, "That means your cultivation level is not enough."

He could see it because the white silk eye-girdle gifted by Liu Tianshuang eliminated the appearance of nothingness, allowing him to see the essence of Qi.

……

Dajin, starting from Jinjing, a team of hundreds of people walked for two months before arriving at the border, Qinan Prefecture.

At the foot of Qi Nanzhou Mountain, a majestic and tall temple has been built, but the plaque on the temple is still wrapped with red brocade cloth strips so that the handwriting cannot be read.

All kinds of halls, shrines, incense guest rooms, and temple disciples in the temple have been prepared, and many officials such as Zhizhou and Tongpan of Qinan Prefecture have already stayed in Laozhuang Town at the foot of the mountain.

Laozhuang Town was called Zhuangjia Village decades ago. It has been called Zhuangjia Village for hundreds of years. There are many ancestral houses of relatives of officials in the village. The houses built over time have long been comparable to a county town. The trade unions gather here to wait for the officials and family members to recruit servants, and there are also various vendors setting up stalls. There are people coming and going, and it is very lively.

The difference between here and the county is only a wall and a moat.

Xu Daoyang, the magistrate of Qinan Prefecture, was accompanied by a group of officials and local officials. They smiled and pointed out the prosperity of Laozhuang Town, the wide and clean roads, the large houses and courtyards, and the private schools with loud reading sounds. Various venues of the school.

He praised: "This Laozhuang town is really prosperous. Compared with several nearby counties, it is much better. Mayor, you have worked hard."

The mayor of Laozhuang Town hurriedly smiled and said: "Thank you, Master Zhizhou, for your praise. This is also because you have managed the Qinan Prefecture of Nuoda in an orderly manner, so that our officials can be effective and the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe!"

A smile appeared on Xu Daoyang's face, "Mayor Zhang is too modest. I heard that there is quite a custom of worshiping willow immortals here, and there are other customs that dragons and willows know better. I only knew about willows when I was notified by the capital suddenly." As for the fairy being sealed as a mountain god, mayor Zhang, as a local official, should know a lot of legends about Liuxian, why don't you tell us about it?
It's also good to let us know the temperament of this new mountain god, so that if we are lucky enough to meet in the future, it will be convenient for us to make friends. "

Hearing the words, Mayor Zhang hurriedly said: "Since the lord Zhizhou has asked, then the official will definitely know everything. But these things are a long story..."

"Hehe, don't worry, then we will go back to the station and listen slowly."

So the group leisurely returned to the post station, and the old mayor also began to tell the story of Liu Xian.

His voice, like that of an old farmer, echoed in this quiet inn and entered the hearts of everyone present.

"It is said that 500 years ago, when Laozhuang Town was still called Zhuangjia Village, many people who moved from the north merged into this old village.

One year, two young men went hunting in the mountains and saw a big white python, which could swallow a big eagle with its wings in one bite in broad daylight. Perhaps from then on, Liu Xian and his old man began to practice.

Later, a group of people went into the mountain to find some snake guts. I heard that they were martial arts masters, but it was a pity that [-] or [-] people went into the mountain, and no one came out.

one more time...

I once heard my great-grandmother say that her great-grandmother once saw Liu Xianpan practicing in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain. Two or three hundred years ago, many old people asked people to learn these strange stories and made a book. , called Liu Xianzhi.

However, this book was passed down for several generations before it was lost. In our Laozhuang Town, Zhao Wang, Zhang Li, worshiped and worshiped Liuxian for generations, and gradually some people in the village became officials and passed the exam. Even in the last year of Wuxu He also got a Jinshi in high school!
Our Laozhuang Town is an old place, and there are many things that are hundreds of years old.Throughout the ages, the style of writing in the village has become more and more popular. There are more and more scholars, and there are more than 300 people who have become seventh-rank officials. The village has gradually changed from a small wilderness village to what it is now. The prosperous appearance, we all think that this is the blessing of Liu Xian for generations.

In other places, there may be no taboo, but here, it can be said that there is a god in the head! "

"Huh~" The mountain wind blew, and the sky was gloomy.

Accompanied by the old mayor Zhang's old voice, the thunder roared, the summer rain poured down, and the mountains in the distance were boundless. In the deep mountains lived a fairy for hundreds of years, which made people feel in awe. middle.

……

Bai Jun held up an oil-paper umbrella, with a long flute pinned to his waist, walking in the heavy rain like an unreal figure.

He stood in front of the tall mountain temple. The plaque was wrapped in red silk, and the words could not be read clearly, but Bai Yan could see clearly, and the words "Huashan Temple" were engraved on it.

There is also a red seal of a jade seal stamped on it, presumably it is the personal seal of the holy emperor.

The gate of the temple was not opened, and an old man in common clothes was sitting under the eaves of the temple. Across the courtyard, he saw a white figure holding a blue oil-paper umbrella.

He was slightly taken aback, then stood up slowly, opened a big umbrella and walked to the temple gate, and saw Bai Yan.

The old man's expression froze, he rubbed his eyes, his voice trembled when he saw Bai Yan's handsome face, "You..."

He swallowed his saliva, and reorganized the language with an incredible and excited tone, "You...you are..."

Bai Jun laughed and said, "I'm a visitor from the mountains. I saw this new temple during the heavy rain, so I wanted to take shelter from the rain. Is it convenient?"

With trembling hands, the old man nodded fiercely and said, "It's convenient! It's convenient! Please come in!"

He hurriedly opened the two doors to the maximum, stood sideways in front of the door and stretched out his hand to greet him: "Please."

Bai Yan nodded, walked into the gate of the temple with an umbrella, and walked through the courtyard with the sound of rain, and the water under his feet flowed downhill. In the middle of the courtyard, directly opposite is a hall, because there is no visitor.Four of the seven doors were closed, and only the middle three were open.

The old man held a big umbrella and stood behind him, not daring to say a word. The rainwater flowed down the umbrella ribs and hit the bluestone slabs on the ground, making a crisp ticking sound.

Bai Yan put away his umbrella and walked into the main hall. When he looked up, he saw the statue that was roughly similar to his own appearance. This was a statue of Zhang Er God carved out of jade. Yin, with a golden piebald leopard lying under him, and a stone-carved white snake surrounded behind him.

However, although the statue is tall, its dull eyes make it look a bit dull.

Bai Yan raised his head and looked at the statue, and his pupils turned golden for a moment. The eyes of the god seemed to have brilliance, like a god overlooking the world, piercing through good and evil, hypocrisy and penetrating the soul, making people dare not look at him.

He turned around and asked, "Are you a temple watcher?"

The old man hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "The villain is just a gatekeeper. The officials in charge of the temple are those officials from the government. They are all resting in the back room. How about I call them all out?"

"No need." Bai Yan shook his head, "They've already arrived."

As soon as the words were finished, a middle-aged man in official uniform walked by with two guards. Seeing the wide open temple door, he couldn't help scolding: "Old man Wang, why are you opening such a big door in this rainy day?"

The old man hurriedly said in a slightly lowered tone: "Master Song, there is...someone is here."

"Huh? What? Someone is here? Who came to the mountain in this rainy day? Could it be that they were attacked by thieves?" The man walked into the hall curiously, saw Bai Yun and said in a daze: "Someone really came, but ours The temple hasn’t opened yet, hurry down the mountain, where are you the scholar, you can come to this mountain temple too?”

He said disapprovingly, but the expressions of the two guards behind him had changed, and they stammered nervously: "Master...Master, he...he..."

"What about him? Talk well if you have something to say, hesitating." Song Yuquan glared at the two guards.

"Old...Master, look up at the statue."

A guard said nervously.

"What's the matter?" Song Yuquan looked up when he heard this, and he was shocked suddenly when he saw it, as if there were two statues standing in front of him, one big and one small, one fake and one real.

"You... who are you?" Song Yuquan pointed at Bai Jun in horror.

"I just came to see myself." Bai Jun said lightly.

With a sound of "Plop", the old man knelt down beside Bai Jun, "My villain pays homage to Liu Xian!"

"Liu Xian?" Song Yuquan was stunned, and the two guards beside him also knelt down in shock.

Bai Jun asked, "What are you sent by the court for?"

Song Yuquan's upper teeth touched his lower teeth, and his tone trembled slightly: "My officer... I was sent by the imperial court to take charge of the incense and money of the mountain temple."

"And how many people are in the backyard?"

"They...they preside over the daily sacrifices and management of the mountain temple respectively."

"Is it true that all mountain temples and river temples send officials to preside over it?"

"Yes... yes, according to the laws of our Great Jin Dynasty, all temples with mountains and rivers and places of worship must be dispatched by officials from the Ministry of Rites." Song Yuquan said nervously.

Bai Jun nodded, and said to himself: "I see.

From now on, he will preside over the sacrifices in the mountain temple. "

He asked the old man, "What's your name?"

The old man excitedly said: "Disciple Wang Yuansheng, the No. 30th generation of horse disciples in the family, because of the birth date and not being connected with the immortal family, so he can't become a horse disciple to go to Tianjie Kingdom, and can only stay here to spend the rest of his life."

Bai Jun asked again indifferently: "Are there any disciples left behind?"

Wang Yuansheng only felt the surrounding air suddenly become cold, he trembled and said: "According to my knowledge, all the disciples from more than 30 lines have gone to Tianjun Kingdom, and none of them have moved back."

Bai Yan stretched out his hand to touch the center of his brows, Wang Yuansheng felt his whole body was full of strength, and subconsciously sensed that there was some inexplicable connection between a majestic willow fairy statue and him.

"From now on, you will be the concubine of this mountain temple, and you will also be the head of Liu Xian's entrance to the horse hall."

Wang Yuansheng was stunned for a moment, then he was stunned, and then he reacted and hurriedly bowed and kowtowed again: "Disciple will obey Liuxian's order!"

Bai Jun sighed: "Thirty years in the secular world, people's hearts are dead. Wealth and honor move people's hearts, and no one keeps the ancestral precepts."

He opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain of faint smoke. His figure gradually drifted away, overlapping with the distant mountains under the sky and rain.

(End of this chapter)