The snake demon husband is hard on the bow

Seeing the old man's firm attitude, Du Yuanyuan had no choice but to accept the hospitality, thanked him again and again, and set off again.

Going upstream, the golden sunlight flooded the river, and he suddenly felt a long-lost warmth.He should belong to this world. If Mo Qingye is safe and sound, can he stay here and live as an ordinary person? Even if he can't cultivate immortality or live a long life, why not spend his life in the world full of sorrow and joy? A kind of home.This road has gone for a long time, and Du Yuanyuan also thought a lot. When dusk is approaching and the night is falling, the scenery in front of him finally changes from deserted to lively. There are bustling people coming from the other side of the mountain and the other side of the river broke the silence of the evening.

Looking from a distance, about 1000 meters away, there is a temple standing on the mountainside, with strong incense.

It must be the Temple of the River God, and when it finally arrived, Du Yuanyuan looked down at the dying fish in his hand, then raised his head and walked towards that direction.

There were quite a lot of people who came to worship, from all directions, including ordinary people and high-ranking officials, all carrying sacrifices in their hands or on their shoulders. The grades were different, but they were all very rich.Du Yuanyuan was a little strange, that is, he arrived in the dark because of the long distance, but it is impossible for those people to travel through mountains and rivers like him, so why did they only come in the evening.

With a hint of doubt, he followed the crowd up the steps and walked halfway up the mountain. While walking, he asked the people around him, "Brother, let me ask, do you have to choose a time to worship the river god?"

"Of course, little brother, you are a foreigner." A man carrying a pastry looked at Du Yuanyuan in surprise, "The River God does not appear during the day, and only at night can you have a chance to see him."

"Ah," Du Yuanyuan rolled his eyes, "Have you seen it?"

"I don't." The man smiled honestly, "I've been there hundreds of times over the years, but I have never had the chance to see his respectable body."

"Then, has anyone in the area ever seen the true god of the river god?"

"There should be, there must be." The man adopted the common self-deception truth, "Listen to my grandfather, 300 years ago, his ancestors' ancestors once witnessed the true face of the river god, but It’s hard to say what it looks like.”

...Du Yuanyuan thought to himself, these poor people have been deceived by the river god, if they know that the god they worship every year is actually a good-for-nothing, they don't know how they should feel.

While speaking, we arrived at the gate of the temple, the air was filled with the smell of Tibetan incense, and the incense pots in the courtyard of the temple curled up with smoke.Devotees and believers lined up in a long queue to kowtow one by one to worship, and offered rich sacrifices, which were placed from the inside of the temple to the temple gate.The popularity is very high, Du Yuanyuan raised his eyebrows, wondering if he could meet the God of the River.

He always felt that he couldn't see it, because fundamentally speaking, his heart was not sincere. After hearing Bai Wei and Xue Qiantu's vivid descriptions, his impression of the God of the River was greatly reduced.

In his ideology, immortals should be pure-hearted and ascetic. From this point of view, Mo Qingye has the basic qualities of an immortal than the river god.Filled with feelings of negation and negation, it was finally his turn to kowtow in worship. Xiao Du first put a few fish on the corner of the altar already piled with delicious food, wine, and fresh fruits, then lifted his sleeves and knelt down, concluding He kowtowed his head firmly three times, and before he could meditate on his long-cherished wish, he was urged to hurry up by the people behind him, so he had no choice but to get up, and just walked out of the temple threshold with nothing.

How can this work? I haven't even said anything yet. Du Yuanyuan is a little worried. Even if he said it, can the God of the River really hear it? There is a big gap between what he expected and the reality before him.Poking at the door, he stared at the statue of the river god above the altar, a bronze and gold-plated statue, lifelike, and the statue on the seat was a fairy-like old man with a long beard that hung down to his chest , with eyebrows curved into the temples, eyes slightly closed, with a compassionate look overlooking all living beings.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person who is greedy for masculinity!Du Yuanyuan was beating the drums, feeling that his IQ had been ruined by those two monsters again.But now, there is nothing else to do but look stupid, and wait until the crowd disperses before making a plan.In this way, Du Yuanyuan sat down on the stone steps of the side hall, hungry and bored, looking at the rising crescent moon in the sky, feeling indescribably bewildered.

At eight o'clock at night, the crowd of worshipers still hadn't dissipated, and he felt drowsy while waiting, his stomach growling non-stop.It wasn't until midnight that the last few people left with regrets in their eyes. The temple finally fell silent. Du Yuanyuan raised his buttocks and stretched himself.

When having enough food became the top priority, all other worship and respect were dismissed. He rushed into the temple without hesitation, grabbed an apple on the altar, and gnawed it. It was tender and juicy, and he finished it. He ate fruits and pastries, and took a pot of wine and drank it. It was so comfortable and refreshing. Xiao Du children's shoes simply sat on the ground and ate and drank with their legs crossed.