Chapter 196 [Spiritual Spring Surges Evil]

  Fang Chang had never seen such a simple mountain temple.

  It is said to be a temple, but it is actually a hole dug out of the rock wall, with a few characters engraved inside as a god's seat, which is extremely simple. I don't know when was the last time there was incense here, but there are some traces of incense ash in the deepest part of the cave.

  The half-human high temple once owned by Yunzhongshan Mountain God, compared with the one in front of him, it is simply a mansion.

Not to mention that after the "Linxi Village Water Cutoff" incident, the reputation of Yunzhongshan Mountain Temple has spread, and it has become a must-go place for a considerable number of passers-by down the mountain. People can enter.

   "Really..."

  Looking at the seat of the God of Fortune, and thinking of the temples next to Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village, Fang Chang sighed a little.

  The environment here is not bad, surrounded by pines and cypresses on the left and right, the ground is clean and flat, the stone walls are solid without gaps, birds and animals are running around, and there are frozen mountain springs and streams not far away.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is only one entrance left. There is a small road that has been abandoned for many years leading to this place. No trace of human activities can be found here.

  Fang Chang stepped forward gently, brushed off the dust in the mountain temple, twisted lightly, and knocked three times on the stone wall above:

   "Is the mountain **** here? If you have a visitor, please show up and meet."

   After finishing speaking, he took two steps back and stood quietly waiting.

Now that there are enough mountain gods and land city gods, he has been able to control the power of the **** restraint technique so that he will not pick out the local gods on the spot, or do things like "beat the gong next to the ear", so as not to arouse the host's resentment , or cause fear in the other party.

   After a few breaths, there was no movement.

   "I don't know if the Shangxian is in person, but the little **** is slow to wait."

  The local mountain **** is old, with snow-white beard and hair, with a hunched back and a long wooden stick in his hand, but his clothes are worn out and barely cover his body. He appeared in front of the small temple that was two feet square in an instant, and bowed to salute Fang Chang.

   Seeing this, Fang Chang was surprised, and after seeing the ceremony, he spoke and asked:

   "I don't know why this happened?"

  The mountain **** looked at the worn cloth on his body with a little shyness, and replied: "Being bullied by some grass-headed gods, and there is no incense. These years have been a bit embarrassing."

  Fang Chang shook his head and said: "After all, he is a **** of good fortune, so bullying like this is not a son of man!"

   After exclaiming to each other, the mountain **** said: "It's cold outside, and it's not a place to welcome guests. Please let the gods follow me into the cave for a while. It's just that the conditions here are simple, and I hope Haihan..."

   "It's my pleasure." Fang Chang readily agreed.

  The mountain **** slapped his crutches, and the two disappeared instantly, appearing in the cave.

  The words of the mountain **** just now are really not polite. The inside is really "poor" and the furnishings are very scarce. In addition to enough firewood beside the stove, the tables, chairs and tea sets are extremely dilapidated, with traces and gaps left by the years.

   Even, the mountain **** does not have proper tea, so he can only serve tea made from some herbs to Fang Chang, but there are some dried fruits and nuts, which are native products of this mountain, served on cracked plates.

  After thanking, Fang Chang took the teacup handed over by the mountain god—this is the best-looking cup in the cave.

  He tasted the Chinese herbal water. The medicinal materials in it were carefully selected, and the taste was similar to mint. Drinking it could refresh the mind, but to him, it was only a bit of cooling, which was still delicious.

   After notifying each other of their names and chatting for a while, the topic turned again to the predicament encountered by the mountain god.

  Fang Chang: "I just came over from Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village, and saw those wild temples next to me. I don't know why it came here? Why was it indulged so far."

  Hearing Fang Chang's question, the opposite mountain **** smiled bitterly and said:

"Since the little **** took over the position of mountain god, they have been there. The two mountain gods often did not communicate with each other, and I don't know the specific reasons. It's just that the grass-headed **** is fierce and bullies me. Fortunately, because of Ford As righteous gods, they didn't dare to go too far, and saved their lives for this subordinate."

"It's a pity that the world has changed. The temple is very remote. There are not many people around, and there is no incense. The cultivation level has been unable to improve. It is not like a mortal government. There are superiors, and they have to deal with things by themselves. And those grass The head **** is enshrined, and he strives hard every day, so that I have no chance of turning over."

  The situation of this mountain **** sounds even more miserable.

  Dignified and upright, he was suppressed by bandits as soon as he took office, and he has no income and no hope. So he could only stay in his own cave all day long, not even enough for daily expenses, even to the point where he was almost naked.

  Fang Chang has traveled far and wide, and has seen so many mountain gods, land city gods, water gods, etc. This is the first time he has opened his eyes.

  He asked the mountain **** in front of him:

   "I don't know how to deal with this situation according to the usual practice? Also, what is the biggest difficulty in dealing with them?"

  The mountain **** heard some meaning behind the words, and an undisguised joy flashed across his face:

   "According to the usual practice, for these mountain and wild sacrifices, it is natural to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, leaving no tiles. Not only us, it is said that even the officials in the human world under the mountain will completely eradicate them when encountering such situations."

"As for the difficulties...too many." He shook his head and continued to talk to Fang Chang, "but the biggest point is that my cultivation base is not enough. Over the years, I lack incense, my cultivation base has improved slowly, and I was bullied by those grass-headed gods. It can be regarded as falling into a vicious circle, the less cultivated, the more suppressed, and thus the slower the progress of cultivation."

   Hearing the words, Chang Fang was very happy. He had intended to get rid of those adulterous priests, and now Fude Zhengshen also had the same idea, so it was naturally better. It was very appropriate for him to do this kind of thing. And the lack of strength is just a small problem.

   "Since the mountain **** is interested, I will help you."

  Fang Chang smiled, then untied the Lingquan sword from behind, looked at it, and handed the sheath to the mountain god: "Please use this sword."

   "No way!"

  The mountain **** quickly stretched out his hands and took it solemnly. When he was about to decline, he felt that the hand holding the spirit sword was strong and powerful, and his body was light and comfortable, and he suddenly felt unwilling to let go. He stopped talking, and lightly looked at the aura-filled sword in his hand, his self-confidence gradually swelled.

   After a while, the mountain god's gaze became firm, and his hunched back straightened up a little. The other party said, "Thank you for the righteous help of the gods. The little gods will come as soon as they go! We must cut off the roots of those false gods!"

  Fang Chang picked up the teapot with a broken handle and replaced the handle with a hemp rope, poured himself some herbal tea, and slowly toasted:

   "Wait for the good news."

  The mountain **** cupped his hands and disappeared in place.

   Sipping tea slowly, Fang Chang waited silently in the Shanshen Cave Mansion, sensing the movement in the distance.

   Soon, there were a few traces of vibration from the surrounding aura, and the sound of mourning could be heard vaguely, but the momentum in the mountain was solemn, and the righteousness was bright in the sky.

  In a short time, the mountain **** came back with the Lingquan sword, and held it to Fang Chang with both hands:

   "Thank you Shangxian for borrowing the sword, it's really useful!"

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