ninety thousand miles

Chapter 292 Another visit to the Temple of God and Heroes

Because of the rain, there were very few people along the way.

They parked the car in a remote place near Qinshuitan.

After getting off the carriage, Li Chuan smelled a dull dampness and looked in the direction of the Shenxia Temple. In the rain curtain, the outline of the ancient temple was somewhat blurred, as if half-hidden in the gloomy sky and lake water.

Luo Xueli seemed to be very satisfied with the weather. He said, "There are fewer people and it will be more convenient for us." Then, he looked towards the lake and said, "I'm going."

"Okay." Wen Guying said.

Luo Xueli walked a few steps in the direction of Qinshuitan, and then his figure disappeared.

Li Chuan held up his umbrella and said to Gong Ersan: "Let's go too, maybe the temple has already started."

"Let's go." Gonger said.

"If something goes wrong, ring the Tianyin pot. Don't force it." Wen Guying said.

"Don't worry." Li Chuan responded.

Li Chuan and the others walked slowly towards the Shenxia Temple. When they got nearby, they heard faint sounds coming from the temple. They quickened their pace and entered the temple.

Li Chuan felt his eyes brighten up. It turned out that there were many candles lit in the temple. The candlelight illuminated the statues and murals of Shenxia.

At this time, there were already more than ten people standing in the temple, all aged between thirty and fifty years old, including men and women. Yi Jushi was standing among them.

Seeing Li Chuan and the others, Yi Jushi immediately came up to them. He looked a little happy and said, "You are really here."

Li Chuan said: "Well, I just have nothing to do, so I came over to take a look." Then he asked: "What activities are there usually?"

Yi Jushi said: "There are no complicated etiquette. It's just that everyone worships together, chats about daily life, and each contributes some money."

Then Li Chuan and the others stood aside to watch the ceremony.

Perhaps it was because the crowd in the temple dispersed the cold air, but this time Li Chuan didn't feel cold even after standing for a long time.

Burn incense, pay tribute, and tell the story of the heroes... Yi Jushi said it simply, but after following the set of procedures, it took only half a day.

Li Chuan observed the behavior of these dozen believers and listened carefully to the conversations between them. He felt that they were all ordinary people. It seemed that it was just because the magic hero showed up to them and saved the lives of their relatives, so they came to worship and donate some money on the sacrificial day.

After the sacrifice, the believers said goodbye to Yi Jushi one by one and left.

"How's it going? Don't you think it's a little boring?" Yi Jushi said as he walked to Li Chuanqian.

Li Chuan shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Yi Jushi said: "In the next year, we can invite people to come and repair it."

Li Chuan saw the money box Yi Jushi was holding. He took out some copper coins and put them in.

Yi Jushi said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you very much."

Li Chuan asked: "Does everyone come to worship the hero every year?"

"I will try my best to come if I can," Yi Jushi looked out the door and said, "It's just that every year there will be fewer people than the previous year. Maybe in a few years, I will be the only one left."

"Are there any conditions for the magician to appear?" Li Chuan asked.

Yi Jushi said: "When my mother got sick, someone in my neighbor's house on the same street also got seriously ill. We visited famous doctors together. When there was no hope, we prayed to gods and Buddhas together, and we also came to the Shenxia Temple together."

"But later, Shenxia saved my mother, but didn't save his family. Why do you think this is?" Yi Jushi asked.

Before Li Chuan could speak, he asked himself and answered: "There is no reason, it's just that when I prayed, the hero happened to hear me."

Yi Jushi turned around and said, "Master Li, these two around you are not ordinary people, right? Why did you come to Shenxia Temple?" Li Chuan was not surprised that Yi Jushi saw this, He did not avoid Yi Jushi's gaze and said, "I'm here to check something."

"What's the matter?" Yi Jushi asked.

"Do you know Shenxia Island?" Li Chuan said, paying attention to Yi Jushi's expression.

Being a gatekeeper in such a cold place, this Yi Jushi is obviously not an ordinary person. I just don’t know if he is a disciple of the Divine Hero or someone else.

He saw Yi Jushi frown, then shook his head and said, "I've never heard of Shenxia Island. Where did you hear about it?"

"A person who calls himself Shenxia Sect." Li Chuan said.

"Who?" Yi Jushi asked.

"People from the Shenxia Sect." Li Chuan answered again.

"Where is he now?" Yi Jushi asked.

"In a place that is difficult to reach." Li Chuan said.

"Did he ask you to come?"

"He told me about Shenxia Island." Li Chuan replied.

"I see," Yi Jushi nodded, seeming to be relieved. He said, "The people who treated my mother were members of the Shenxia disciples. So there is a Shenxia Island, right? You can look around here, maybe I can find some clues."

"Ok."

"Then I'll take a rest first. If anything happens, you can call me from behind." Yi Jushi added.

"OK, thanks."

Li Chuan watched Yi Jushi walking from the back. When he passed a candlestick, he noticed that Yi Jushi's shadow had a strange shape.

Is it a ghost? Or something else?

Li Chuan thought for a moment and did not chase after him. Instead, he took a candle, caught the fire, and walked towards the mural on one side. Under the candlelight, the statue of the god is very clear.

"Brother, look, there is a boat here." Gonger suddenly said.

"Where?" Li Chuan walked over with a candle and squatted down. Sure enough, there seemed to be a boat drawn in the water marks.

Maybe he should get into the occult and look at the murals. Thinking of this, Li Chuan lit the boat with the candle in his hand. When he was about to concentrate, he suddenly smelled the smell of moisture again.

He turned his head subconsciously, only to find that the surroundings were foggy again, and the candlelight passed through the fog, forming halos one after another.

He went to find Gong Er and Pang San again. When he confirmed that they were still around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, what's going on?" Gong Er asked.

"Who knows," Li Chuan sighed and said, "Stand beside me and don't move around. I want to observe carefully first."

"Don't worry, brother." Gonger said.

Then, Li Chuan used the candlelight to concentrate. He soon entered a mysterious state, and the mist, candlelight, statues, and murals on both sides seemed to be soaked in water.

A cold wind blew by, and the candle light in Li Chuan's hand went out, and other candles in the temple also dimmed one after another. He suddenly came out of his mysterious state.

There was no light in the temple.

He heard the sound of flapping, and it seemed that the second person and the third person were fighting with something.

Li Chuan no longer hesitated and took out the Tianyin pot. At the same time as the meek and gentle sound of the pot sounded, he saw that Yi Jushi was firmly grasped by Pang San's two pliers, and Gong Er kept fanning him with his wings.

(End of this chapter)