The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

The secret agents of the imperial court brought the government's boats and government officials to catch up with the police, and entered the water village to clean up the aftermath.

In addition to the beautiful women in the hall for the enjoyment of the water bandits, some poor civilians who were captives were also imprisoned in the village to be sold.

The dead water village began to be noisy again.

"What should we do now?" Chi Si asked Yang Wentuo.

There are towns along both sides of the river, upstream and downstream, which one should they go to?

Yang Wentuo thought for a moment: "Go down the river to the next county and town, inspect for a day tomorrow, and return to Linxiang overnight in the evening."

On the second day, I went to the Dragon King Temple to meet the Dragon God.

Chi Si was taken aback.

Time is so tight?

He had just encountered a water bandit and was captured to be sold.In the future, it will be presented to the Dragon King as a tribute.

From the capital all the way to the present, I haven't had a good rest.

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind, which was full of evil thoughts and delusions.

"Ah Ji, I just used spells, and I have to rest for a whole day to recover my spiritual energy before I can deal with the Dragon Lord. If I don't recharge my energy, if I do meet a Dragon God, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat him."

Yang Wentuo was startled, and looked at him for a while.

"Then..." Leng Run turned to the gate of the village and took a look at the direction, "Let's go back to Linxiang directly."

The fatigue and distress that he had pretended disappeared in an instant, and the spring breeze of triumphant intentions blew into his eyebrows in an instant.

Chi Si leaned on the delicious neck nest of his heart and slept to recharge his energy and sleep. When the boat sailed along the river to Linxiang and returned to the residence of the county government, the shadow of the moon had already set in the west.

He had a good night's sleep, and now he was full of energy, and he couldn't wait to eat and drink to quench his hunger.

There is a day and a night for him to rest and recuperate, and he can eat, drink and have fun unscrupulously.

***

The auspicious days calculated by the magistrate of Linxiang County with an expert Taoist priest seem to be quite accurate.

Although the sun is shining brightly in midsummer today, there is cool and humid water vapor blown by the river wind, bringing a rare coolness in summer.

The ceremony of worshiping the gods will be carried out early in the morning.

As Chi Si's tribute to the Dragon Lord, he didn't need to prepare anything else - he just had to get up early and didn't wake up.

I don't know how the common people treat other tributes, but the government servants dare not shut him down or tie him up, so he can only let the tributes hang around lazily, following behind the sacrificial procession.

The people heard that the county magistrate had found a peerless beauty to present to the Dragon King, and they found two at a time. They came to the gate of the county government office early in the morning and waited in the street.

Just standing on tiptoe to look around, there are only ordinary three animals and the statue of the Dragon King on the offering board. How can there be any beauty tributes?

The sacrificial procession had to go upstream on the main road in the city first, and Chi Si mingled at the end of the procession, yawning profusely.

He was wearing a plain white robe today.

Even if it was a tribute to the Dragon King, the county magistrate did not dare to neglect the high-ranking officials from the capital, and prepared the most expensive cloth in Linxiang for them.

Although it is incomparable to the expensive and luxurious fairy robes when I was a national teacher in the court, the dark light is dancing and the fairy air is floating in the air, and it is also expensive to wear on the body.

Yang Wentuo, who used to love to wear black clothes, changed into bright white with dark lines today.

It doesn't have the majesty and majesty of the golden embroidered python pattern, but it adds a bit of clean and unrestrained elegance.

Walking to a large temple that was full of incense and smoky, the team didn't stop moving forward and couldn't enter the door.

"Still leaving?" Chi Si wondered.

What kind of Lord Dragon is this, who wants to parade in such a big circle around the street?

The head of their Yuquan sect, who has reached the level of god transformation, did not receive such treatment.

"This is not the Dragon King Temple."

Her clear voice was hoarse with tiredness, and she couldn't hide her joking smile: "This is the National Teacher Temple."

Ah? ?

Chi Si was stunned.

If he is not mistaken, since the founding of the Dayan Dynasty, there has only been one national teacher?

that is not……

"For you." Yang Wentuo couldn't bear it anymore, and chuckled lightly.

"The two largest temples in Linxiang, the water route is dedicated to the Dragon King, and the land route is dedicated to the imperial teacher of the dynasty."

He joked again: "Many towns are like this, and there are Guoshi temples all over the country. It is said that the petition is effective and the incense is very prosperous."

Chi Si was speechless for a while.

In this mortal world, he has never shown his strength.

To deal with those mayflies and ants, you don't even have to move your fingers.

These people simply can't see his profound Taoism and his illustrious military exploits.

In his own secluded heaven realm, he was also a well-known Daoist Lingzhuo, but no one had ever built a temple for him.

He was joking and joking among his fellow disciples, not treating him as a human being.

Don't send monks to respect him and fear him, kneel at his feet and beg for mercy, but they won't kowtow in front of him with bamboo incense to make a wish.

The hoarse voiceless continued to tease: "How does it feel to be enshrined by Wanmin?"

Chi Si thought about it for a moment, and said solemnly: "If I knew this, I should be like the dragon god and stir up trouble."

Seeing a flash of doubt on the other party's expression, the handsome and arrogant smile was full of emotion: "I also want tributes from the beauties in the world. I want them to offer me the fairy and jade King Linyuan, and let me enjoy it."

Yang Wentuo was startled, then shook his head and chuckled: "Next time I will go to your temple as a tribute by myself."

The sacrificial team walked another street and came to the bank of the river.

There is also a large temple on the bank that is smoky and smells of sandalwood and candles—it must be the Dragon King Temple.

Chi Si tilted his head and looked around.

"What's wrong?" Yang Wentuo wondered.

"The feng shui here is a bit strange." Chi Si raised his eyes to look at the sky, lowered his eyebrows to look at the ground, and turned his neck to look at the waves of the winding river.

He explained to the other party in detail: "There is a node of the earth's veins here. The yin and yang energy in the world gathers here, and after the exchange is mixed, it flows elsewhere."

"Who built the Dragon King Temple in the first place? I don't know if it was accidental or intentional, but the location is quite right, just above the spiritual node."

Yang Wentuo knew nothing about Feng Shui formations: "What's the problem?"

"It doesn't affect ordinary people. How should I put it?" Chi Si pondered for a moment, "This is the enshrined Dragon King. In fact, the dragon in folklore is a kind of monster in the cultivation world, and there is nothing special about it except for its innate spiritual power. place."

"But except for a very few natural dragons, most of the dragon monsters are transformed from low-level snake boas and other monsters."

"I've also heard similar legends," Yang Wentuo nodded, "Snakes turn into anacondas, turn into dragons for thousands of years, and turn into dragons with horns."

"That's right." Chi Si nodded and said yes, "The spiritual power in this world is thin, and it's extremely difficult to practice. It is reasonable to say that you can't tell a demon. But this temple that happens to be on the node of the spiritual vein has formed a temple with plenty of spiritual power." The cave. If there are snakes and anacondas practicing in it..."

Qinglang's voice was slightly smooth: "After a long time, maybe it is really possible to cultivate spiritual wisdom and transform into a human being."

"So, is it really possible for Lord Dragon?" Yang Wentuo asked.

"Did I say before that if you want to call the wind and rain as you please, you will at least have a golden core?"

"Perhaps it should be." Yang Wentuo arched his brows, gliding at the dividing line between modesty and arrogance.

He still... doesn't know much about the Taoism scriptures that Xiuxian asked.