Chapter 143 Weishui God Dragon Temple
"Why is this?"
Looking at the slightly shining golden light on his body, Yingling City God was shocked and quickly stood up.
He opened his sleeves and turned around in place, and the faint golden light surrounding him was like a shadow, and did not dissipate.
It's indeed a golden body!
Yingling City God looked at the judge Wen in front of him, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
The golden body and divine body are invincible to all evils, which is a magic practiced by the gods in the underworld.
Although Yingling City God is a county city god, the main god of the underworld, has a divine position and has refined the divine body, if you encounter such a demon with extremely evil spirits and high magic power, you may also be destroyed.
Yingling City God had been refining the golden body with the power of incense and the spirit of divine body before, but after careful calculation, he had to absorb incense for at least two hundred years before he could have hope.
Moreover, even after accumulating these two hundred years of incense, there will be many variables along the way of refining.
I didn't expect that it would be refined overnight now!
"Why is this? The two hundred years of incense power was achieved overnight?"
Yingling City God frowned and walked down the platform.
While thinking, I suddenly thought of something.
"Is it because of Zhang Xianchang's letter?"
I had no warning before, and only suddenly realized that the golden body was just refined after being reminded by Wen Jue.
If there is any difference from usual, then there is only the incense letter that Zhang Xianchang shines with golden light!
Moreover, when the smoke just now poured into the City God's body, there was indeed a strange and mysterious feeling, but Yingling City God focused his attention on the words "Golden Light" so he did not pay too much attention.
Yingling City God looked at the golden light shining around him again, with an unstable expression on his face.
"I'm afraid it's really the kindness that Zhang Xian gave."
"But, how can we repay the incense power for these two hundred years..."
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In Yingling County, Zhang Xuan was wandering around the noisy streets with Yaoguang on his back.
Yaoguang behind him was very excited. Although Zhang Xuan warned him many times, he still couldn't help but make an extremely subtle buzz when he encountered something fun.
I don’t know how long I walked around, Yaoguang finally returned to quiet, as if he was huddled in the hilt of the sword.
Seeing that Yaoguang was asleep, it was getting late, so Zhang Xuan thought that it was time to go back, so he found a rice shop and weighed half a bag of fine rice on his shoulders.
Carrying Ximi and Yaoguang, Zhang Xuan slowly walked out of the city.
There was also a straight windmill hanging on the hilt of the sword on his shoulder. It was specially bought for Yaoguang.
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Dozens of miles away, the Weishui River, which is like a jade belt, is sparkling.
The big locust trees planted all over the river are extremely lush. The locust flowers are snow-white, blown by the breeze around them, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.
The narrow river bank on the north side of the Wei River is crowded with people.
It was dark and looked closely and there were hundreds of people. Next to the crowd, there were various incense and candles, as well as tributes such as fruits and pastries.
At the front of the crowd, an old man with gray hair and crutches was standing trembling in front of a newly built temple. A middle-aged man was quietly supporting him.
Behind him, two rows of younger middle-aged men were arranged, dressed so gracefully that they were gentry in the county at first glance.
Then, there were middle-aged or young people wearing various clothes, including businessmen, farmers, and even children from county schools.
Everyone stood respectfully in front of the temple, in a state of solemnity.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a tough body came to the front and bowed to the old man with a cane.
"Mr. Fang, you are old, why should you come here in person?
We have our own cuisine here, so the old man can rest assured.”
The old man, named Fang Zhiwen, is a master of numerology in Cang County. He had previously served as a magistrate in Qizhou, the capital of the Haidong Administration and General Secretary. After he was old, he resigned and returned home, so he was well-known in Cang County.
The middle-aged man was named Cheng Tong, who was a wealthy businessman in Cang County. He was gifted since childhood and had a lot of insights into the numerology method. He also had prestige in the numerology circle of Cang County.
After hearing Cheng Tong's words, Fang Zhiwen waved his hand gently.
"No, no, this matter is of great importance. If I am not here, I will never be relieved."
When it rained heavily that day, Fang Zhiwen saw with his own eyes the four big words "Wei Shui Shenlong" condensed in the wind and rain.
The four words are vigorous and powerful, and appearing out of thin air in a storm is definitely not something that humans can do, and it will not be a coincidence.
There can only be one explanation: God shows you!
For this reason, Fang Zhiwen also observed it carefully using numerical methods, and he would never make any mistakes.
Since the gods appeared in the sky, Fang Zhiwen quickly summoned neighbors in Cang County who knew some skills and numbers to discuss.
Many of them also saw that wonder, which further strengthened Fang Zhiwen's view.
The god has already shown that there must be a response.
Moreover, the heavy rain was a life-saving rain after several months of drought. The significance was self-evident, so we must handle it as soon as possible.
After discussion, it was decided to build a temple for the Weishui Shenlong on the north bank of the Weishui River for worship.
These neighbors who knew the method of numerology were originally big gentry families, and soon raised money and grain.
Then they hired the county foreman to build a temple for the Weishui Shenlong. In order to build the Shenlong Temple as soon as possible, they also had more wages for the foreman.
The foreman led the craftsmen to work overtime, and within a few days the brand new temple was built.
The specifications of the Shenlong Temple are imitated by the land and the mountain temple are more than one meter high and three or four meter long and wide, making them extremely spacious.
Above the temple gate, a black plaque was hung high, and the three gold-plated characters "Shenlong Temple" were shining.
In the temple, a wide tablet was made of paulownia wood, with four big words "Wei Shui Shenlong" written on it, and it was quietly placed on a wide table.
I looked at the Shenlong Temple in front of me, and then at the sun in the sky.
Fang Zhiwen calculated with his fingers and then looked at Cheng Tong beside him.
"The time is almost over, let's start."
"Yes." Cheng Tong bowed, then turned around and raised his hand behind him.
The servant who had been waiting behind him for a long time immediately came to the Shenlong Temple with incense, candles, fruits, pastries and other offerings, and arranged these things one by one.
Then, the loud trumpets around him rose up melodiously.
Fang Zhiwen, who was standing in front, looked solemn, handed the crutch in his hand to the servant beside him, then took the incense candles scattered with blue smoke with both hands, and slowly walked towards the Shenlong Temple ahead with trembling.
Under Fang Zhiwen's leadership, the crowd behind him moved, and everyone was holding a bouquet of incense and candles in their hands, with a solemn expression and blue smoke around them.
At this time, in the brand new Shenlong Temple, the huge incense burner placed in front of the "Wei Shui Shenlong" tablet emitting faint light was already full of newly harvested food.
Not far away, deep in the shimmering Weishui River, the Weishui Dragon Palace is hidden under the water, and the waves are surging.
Inside the magnificent Dragon Palace, a huge black dragon was entrenching in it, snoring gently.
Chapter completed!