Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 138

In front of the Lingxian Temple, crowds are surging, and the rough wooden carvings on the simple stage are dancing in the hands of the actors, performing stories from hearsay, or adding fuel and jealousy, killing barbarians, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

There are also people from far away in the city who came to hear the anecdote, put their toes on their toes and stretch their necks to look out. When they saw the big trees with luxuriant branches and leaves on the side of the temple in the distance, they felt magical.

"It's really a big tree. I remember four days ago, I was here, and there was no tree at all!"

"Could it be that the hunchbacked Miaozhu secretly planted it in the middle of the night?"

"Nonsense, with such a big tree, it is impossible for even a dozen people to remain silent. Could it be that the people around here can't hear it?"

"Go and see if the soil is refurbished!"

The rambling market chat naturally made others want to find out, and the crowd began to surge again for a while, rushing towards the red and colorful 'Sacred Tree'.

There are also devout pilgrims who carry baskets containing incense candles, step into the ancestral hall and kneel behind other pilgrims, praying for safety, money, and peace in their homes.

In the crowd, a child stood up after kowtowing his head and looked around secretly. He obviously didn't see anyone who looked exactly like the god, and he was relieved. He squeezed the crowd out of Zhenjun Temple and headed south quickly. run home.

Chengningfang is located on Chengnan Street. The child ran home from the temple in one breath, panting tiredly, and pushed open the courtyard door. His father was sitting under the eaves drinking water. Seeing his son coming back, he touched his little head.

"Run in such a hurry, what are you doing? Cough cough cough..."

After saying a few words, the man coughed violently, and the child on the side obediently picked up the bowl of warm water on the ground, gave it to his father to drink, and said softly: "I went to the Zhenjun Temple to pray for my father. I heard outsiders said that the Zhenjun Temple It is very effective, and a big tree grew out of thin air the day before yesterday."

The child's words were innocent and sensible, which made the man hug his son happily. He naturally didn't believe this, and he had been sick for some time. If the gods have spirits, he has worshiped so many temples and seen so many doctors , It should have been cured long ago, how could it be delayed until now, unable to go out to find a job, and the family has no money to support.

On the side, seeing his father silent, the child thought it was his unbelief, so he talked about his sneaking to the temple yesterday.

"Father, my son saw a person the day before yesterday, who seemed to be invisible to others, standing at the gate of the temple, who looked exactly like the statue inside, and was wearing the same clothes, could it be the real monarch?"

Hearing this, the man came back to his senses and quickly covered the child's mouth. Although he didn't believe it, he was afraid that the child would see something and cause trouble if he said something.

At this moment, the courtyard door was opened, and a woman came back with a dustpan in her face, and saw the two of them muttering under the eaves, her face darkened, she didn't know what she was muttering, and Shi Shiran walked to the stove.

The father and son didn't dare to talk too much.

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"Incense enlightenment is indeed faster than practice..."

In the Zhenjun Temple at this time, smoke curled up and drifted over the statue on the altar. Chen Yuan's body was in the statue, and his soul was more solid than before. Not to mention, he faintly felt that mana was beginning to accumulate, and he was connected with the body under the altar. , is also becoming clearer.

Looking from the eyes of the statue, you can see the color of misfortune and blessing on the heads of the people who come in and out of the temple. Floating black clouds mean disaster is coming. If there is red smoke, it means danger is approaching. If it is behind a person A faint golden halo appears, which means that there will be help from noble people in the near future, or good luck...

However, Chen Yuan still doesn't see it very clearly, but this is his first contact with it, which is quite new. He tried to reach out and push a black cloud over the head of a pious old woman, and the mana he had just accumulated went away. After a while, the black cloud over the old woman's head also faded away.

What came back was the old lady who came to pay back her vows in the past two days. Her face was beaming and her spirits were much better than when she came here before.

This is the benefit of sitting in a temple and eating incense. No wonder there are many mountain spirits and wild monsters in the countryside who smoke incense.

Feeling the traces of feedback, Chen Yuan could feel the spells she knew before and could use them under the power of incense, but she didn't know whether the effect would be the same as before.

"Why didn't the kid come today?"

This is the third day, and apart from the previous two days, he has seen the child come over, but he has not appeared until today. It is rare for a stranger to see him.

It's normal for a child's temperament to not come over once the heat is over. '

Now that she has accumulated mana again, Chen Yuan tried to wake up Guan Zhang and the others, but there was still no response. She wanted to sink into the spiritual consciousness to go to the Zhenjun Temple on the other side of the world, but she couldn't get in after trying several times.

'Is it still necessary to return to the human body? '

'What if I re-carved the wood carving? '

With this in mind, Chen Yuan waited until the sun went down, the pilgrims in the temple gradually left, the sky gradually darkened, and the guest rooms on the side of the temple were dimly lit with children laughing and talking.

Silent night.

Chen Yuan floated out of the statue and came to the open space beside the temple. Listening to Xu Huaiyu's family who were gradually falling asleep over there, they came to the Wuguzhu, looked up for a moment, and stretched out their hands to touch the relief on it.

He randomly picked a person from the relief and wanted to carve it, but unfortunately there was no movement, which made Wuguzhu tremble instead.

Before Chen Yuan figured out what was going on, she saw a small bag bulging on a branch, and then slowly swelled and enlarged, twisting and showing a little human-shaped outline.

Is it carved in this way?

However, seeing this scene, Chen Yuan couldn't help but burst out laughing. This is similar to the fruit of ginseng fruit. He raised his hand and pressed it again to release the mana. In an instant, the outline of the human figure became clearer, showing the clothes, On the face, he is holding a gourd in one hand and a sword in the other, lying down to drink.

It's just that the breath passed to Chen Yuan is very weak, and it can't be directly manifested like the one carved by myself.

'Perhaps it will take some time. '

Thinking about it this way, Chen Yuan walked around in a circle, and the old cow and the ghost servant Wang Zhaoyuan wandered behind as if they were patrolling the territory.

"You don't need to follow. After a few days, your mana will recover. I will go to the City God to have a look, and I will meet the Taoist Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion who is still in the city."

Let the bull and the ghost disperse, and Chen Yuan returned to sleep in the statue, raising today's incense for worship.

The clear moon was covered by night clouds.

On the deserted street, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, a pair of small feet stepped over the bluestone paved floor tiles, and the figure of a child ran out from the darkness.

When he saw that there was only one light on in front of him, the child stopped and saw that it was Zhenjun Temple, squeezed his little hands, and rushed in, with red eyes, and pushed open the door of the temple.

"Zhenjun, you pay my father!"

It was the child who had been here for two days. He pointed to the statue on the altar in front of him and cried.

"I've come to worship you these two days, why didn't you bless my father...he never did bad things...why let him die, aren't you very effective? Why is my father still dead after worshiping you? !"

The cry of the child echoed in the ancestral hall, and in the tearful eyes, the statue stared at him with majestic eyes like a living person.

(End of this chapter)