The night moon sinks westward, and the Beim Mountains are quiet under the night sky.

In the mountain temple in front of the ancient Wei battlefield, on the broken walls, the handwriting was hidden in the shadows, but there was a bright literary spirit, reflecting the four walls.

Ming Jun pulled the cart and appeared outside the temple gate again. The golden armored god entered his own realm in the world, standing in front of the wall poem and pondering.

After entering the temple, the golden armored god suddenly felt that he was in a layer of vague membrane, and all the discomfort outside were isolated.

Temples are the living place of gods in the world, and have a good protection effect, although most of this protection has been removed now.

The Golden Armored God didn't care, just watched the words on the wall.

It’s okay to have a tribute, but it’s just a red level. However, this tribute poem has a faint green light accumulated and operated in the poem, but it seems to be there or not.

The so-called famous poems passed down from generation to generation can only gather luck quickly only when they are widely spread. Now this poem can only recover very slowly.

However, for gods, this is not a problem. What the underworld lacks the most is time, and what it lacks is such a finishing touch that conforms to the divine nature.

After thinking about it for a moment, it suddenly felt a sudden change in its heart.

At this time, it was raining outside, and the sound of rain penetrated through the door. I don’t know how long it took, the Golden Armored God Man slowly breathed and said, “Ye Qing…hehe!”

"I had a premonition that I would wake up from my long sleep in three years. I didn't want to go ahead three years, and there was such a good starting point!"

"Since this is the case, why are you so stingy to help me?" The golden armored god smiled and thought about it. After a moment, a green pen was holding it, and the signature was added to the right of the poem: Ye Qing!

These two words are exactly the same as other words, but they reveal a slight scent that directly attracts people's attention.

"A third of your wish will be signed here to help you overcome this small difficulty." The golden armored god took a step, the wind blew across the curtain, and his figure disappeared into the temple in the sun.

The next day, Shandao

At this time, the sparse autumn rain hangs in the cold wind, which is the solemn and sad autumn environment.

Under the escort of eight tollers, he inspected from west to east and rushed to Jiaomen Township. The toll leader Yin Bantuo was a little wet with his clothes. He was dissatisfied, but he did not dare to show it. From a distance, he felt relieved when he saw someone coming to greet him.

"Why did the county magistrate have to patrol the county on a whim? We were so tired that we all ate rain and wind, but fortunately it was about to end here."

At this time, more than a dozen people had stood on the flat ground in front of the village, all dressed neatly, and were looking forward to it under the guidance of a middle-aged man. When he saw this ox cart, he immediately greeted him.

"Kowtow to the county magistrate!" The group kowtowed on the grass in the rain.

With a "crunch", the ox cart stopped, lifted the curtains, and walked down the county magistrate. He was about thirty years old, wearing a high crown, with a white face and three black beards under his jaw, which really had a demeanor.

After glanced at it, he waved his hand: "Why do you want me to welcome you all? You are tall and tall? This is your fault!"

"What the adults are talking about is... but since he took office, we have benefited a lot from being honest and honest. This time, we have been patrolling nine townships in the county, and we have worked hard for the people. We all want to see the adults' noble face in person..." Gao Lichang said respectfully, and at this time, the villagers and elders also joined forces.

Seeing this, the county magistrate felt like a mirror in his heart. Seeing that everyone was still half bent and made an offer, he reached out to help him, and asked the two elderly villagers to get up and walk inside.

This is the third village on the way to inspect, and he hopes that what he sees will improve.

At noon, the county magistrate was persuaded to stay at the township and went in all the way. He saw that it was a gentry's home and three courtyards. At this time, two chefs were busy cooking on the mat and waiting for someone to come, and it was almost done.

When the county magistrate saw that he had a bowl and wine on his own mat. There were seven or eight dishes, cooked pork, and chickens and ducks. Others were vegetarian dishes. Although the style was not very good, it was full of fragrance.

The following tolerances, the dishes are similar in style, but there are four people in one seat. When the banquet was over, the village chief invited him to sit down with a smile: "Please use chicken soup first. The countryside is not bad, but these are fattening and refreshing, please!"

The county magistrate glanced at it and saw that it was not exceeding the specifications. He sat down and used a mouthful, saying, "It's not bad!"

Seeing the county magistrate use it, it suddenly became noisy. He was allowed to drink a bowl of yellow wine and another bowl of chicken soup. He followed the county magistrate's cold air traveling in the autumn rain and was immediately expelled. He was warm all over and excited and immediately became full of energy.

Seeing that everyone was eating delicious food, the county magistrate used it a little and pondered a little: "The biggest problem in this township is the shortage of fertile land, secondly, it is inconvenient for fairness and inconvenience. Even if there are mountain goods, it is difficult to transport them out. In addition, it is the prevention of mountain floods in summer and autumn... Fortunately, in the peaceful season, if the year is not good, it is not surprising that the people here are brave enough to give birth to bandits."

"But this fair paving is not within my authority at this time. It cannot be approved and implemented by the county magistrate." After sighing slightly, he waved his hand slightly, and an old servant stepped forward: "Master, what are your instructions?"

"I'll give you a few taels of silver later." The county magistrate said calmly.

"Yes, Master!"

After using up the banquet, all the consignees left and rested. Several scholars from the village were accompanied by these people, and the words were quiet and inaction. The county magistrate sighed in his heart.

The Three Classics and Five Classics lead to the great path, but these people read books to death, or just to be officials. No matter how much they read, they will not see the wisdom light. What's the benefit?

I heard an old scholar named Zhao say, "We must travel together, and we should see the clouds and rains dissipate. How about it?"

But he wanted to be a good person. The county magistrate laughed secretly. At this time, a maid behind him was a little anxious and wanted to stop him. The county magistrate had seen him a long time ago and waved his hand.

This is the maid sent by the clan to serve him. Everything else is good. He was strictly ordered by the old lady and was worried about his work and day, but he had to practice for a while.

Once you enter the officialdom, you are as deep as the sea and have no real truth. Why can you be successful in the world? And although these gentry are elegant, they are all powerful figures in the village, so there is no need to be unfamiliar with them in small matters.

He immediately ordered: "Mr. Zhao said that traveling in autumn is an elegant thing. Qing'er, please accompany us out."

The maid Qing'er was silent and had to order two people to follow her. For the aristocratic families, these families had children far more reliable than the tolerance guard at critical moments.

The rain passes by the sky, shines on the mountains, the autumn air is clear and cool, and it is indeed extraordinary!

"Sir, there is no view in the mountains, but when it comes to ancient sites, there is a deserted temple not far away. Therefore, it is said that it was a former dynasty, the former dynasty, and the generals of the former dynasty had also shown their spirits before..." Gao Lichang led the way, and before he knew it, the people approached the valley!

"Ancient sites?" At this time, a gust of wind passed by. There were ancient sites here but it was unheard of. The county magistrate became interested when he leaned down: "Go and take a look!"

"Yes!" The two of them cut open the dead branches with their knives. This was the last section of the mountain road, so they were about to go up.

"Slow!" The county magistrate looked at the valley and felt it, his eyebrows slightly frowned, revealing his solemnity: "This valley is not a good place, and the yin energy is not good for the people. Why don't the valley entrance be blocked in the village? There is not even a warning sign."

When he heard the county magistrate’s question, his tone was not good, and sweat suddenly oozed out from Gao Li’s long forehead. He bowed quickly and explained with a plump smile on his face: “This is the only way for villagers to collect herbs, but it is hard to stop it. And as long as you enter the mountain at noon and come out before the sun sets, there will be no problem.”

"The village also has more advice, so that the villagers will not enter the valley at night. However, this is the livelihood of the mountain people and cannot be forced to stop it. Moreover, it has been peaceful all these years!"

The county magistrate was stunned and felt suspicious. The Taoist Dharma in this world showed saints, and the imperial examinations used Taoist scriptures as the canon, half for the court, and half for the ascension to ascend to immortality.

Of course, the difficulty of immortality is mostly a dream, but when the scholars passed the imperial examination, they practiced different degrees of Taoism. When the county magistrate saw that the cold wind in the fields was full of desolation.

The county magistrate frowned and thought to himself: "This place has many evil evils and five evils invade each other. But the so-called defeated place, evil spirits come out through the ground. This is the evil spirit. I am afraid that many demons will be raised. Even if the mountain people come out of the mountain before sunset, they will not be able to resist. Why is there nothing wrong?"

But he didn't show any signs at the moment, just nodded and sighed: "It's difficult for people to live."

Then he went up, and after a moment, the ancient temple was revealed, and there was a flat turtle carrying monument, with the words carved like a sword.

When the county magistrate saw it, he thought to himself: "There is a temple? Is the mystery here?"

He didn't immediately rushed to the temple and carefully went forward to identify the stele and stone. Although it was weathered, it was still vaguely visible. But being able to become a county magistrate was extraordinary. After thinking for a while, he remembered it.

"The battlefield of the ancient Wei... let me think about it. It turns out that this is the place where General Zhang fights!" The county magistrate was secretly surprised: "General Zhang was loyal and wise, and he was almost defeated on the battlefield for fourteen years. He died here in battle. He was then followed by the Dalu Dynasty, praised his loyalty and wiseness and enthroned him, and achieved a righteous god."

"Achieve the righteous god, the military soul is immortal, and it can suppress this place, making this evil spirit unable to take shape!" Thinking of this place, the county magistrate couldn't help but understand and opened his frown: "This is a contribution to the people of this place!"

Thinking about it, looking at the temple, the sun was shining brightly, and I could see clearly that the temple gate had collapsed due to disrepair. The clay statues of the two in the middle could be seen in the three walls, all of which were mottled and worn, and some were even more covered with moss.

"This temple has been missing for a long time!" The county magistrate sighed in his heart when he saw that the temple was in disgrace.

After the Taoist ruled the world, the Tao still existed and was very prosperous, but it was exactly the same as the gods within the Buddhism. The gods of the Taoist Tao are difficult to last forever, and only the immortals (Arhat Bodhisattvas and Buddhas) can last forever.

For millions of years, Taoist kings and immortals in the heavenly court have ruled the world high above, while the gods and humans below have changed countless batches.

Knowing that this is a necessity for the operation of the great way, these gods who have been praised also have metabolism, the county magistrate still felt a little sad when he saw this withering.

After all, immortality is the privilege of a few people, and what most officials seek and gain, that is, they are granted the title of the court after death, and can be ranked as the righteous god. Now that I see this, I naturally feel sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox.

But precisely because this is a fundamental problem, in the process of the rise and fall of gods, everything must be cautious, and it is not possible for me to change it now.

As he sighed, the county magistrate put away his thoughts and stepped forward. He couldn't do anything else, at least he could eat incense.
Chapter completed!