When Song Jiang and Gu Hao heard this, they all looked at Meng Zhe curiously, hoping that he could give an answer. Unexpectedly, the latter said without even looking, "I'm not familiar with things that happened in the past thousand years... but

The law of things is always that when things go to extremes, they will reverse, and when the moon waxes and wanes, after all, not every temple will always be prosperous, and the gods who are no longer enshrined will gradually be forgotten by people. As time goes by, even the immortal gods will gradually fade away.

Eliminate, and eventually completely disappear from this world."

Song Jiang was slightly startled when he heard this and said, "What about you, do you also have such a day?"

Meng Zhe said indifferently, "Nonsense! No one can waste time... Even mountains and rivers are not eternal. Fang Jing can still be his Jinghe River when he goes back now. If one day there will be no Jinghe River."

, and no one remembers him as the river god, then he will naturally disappear from this world."

Song Jiang felt uncomfortable in his heart, not for Fang Jing, but for Meng Zhe, because the former still had a Jing River to go back to. Even if it would disappear one day sooner or later, at least it would be hundreds of thousands of years later.

…

But Meng Zhe is different. Some people remember the White Tiger God, but he doesn't even have a place to be worshipped. How long can people "remember" him last? One hundred years? Two hundred years? Then

Will he also completely disappear from this world?!

Then Song Jiang felt that he might be thinking too much. He, a mortal who could only live for a few decades, should worry about whether an immortal like Meng Zhe, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, would disappear. It was ridiculous to think about it...

…

Meng Zhe saw Song Jiang's face changing from gloomy to clear, and guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Everyone has his own destiny...It's the same with gods, what's supposed to come will eventually come, so why do you think so much?"

The most important thing now is to think about how to release the Lord of the Jinghe River smoothly. Although this guy has not fallen into a demon yet, it does not mean that he will not when he regains his freedom. There are many times where good and evil are just a matter of thoughts.

"

After hearing this, Song Jiang quickly asked, "What will happen if Fang Jing falls into the devil? Will all the ghosts of Tan City trapped by him in the illusion be destroyed?"

Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "Those ghosts are nothing. If they are gone, they are gone. If there are many ghosts, they will not be enough. The problem lies in Jingtan Temple and the places around it. Fang Jing is a water god. Do you think he

How will you take revenge on the world once you become possessed?"

Song Jiang thought for a while, then his expression changed and he said, "Flood...? No way? That Fang Jing seems to be quite reasonable."

After hearing this, Gu Hao sighed and said, "How about being trapped for a thousand years? Now I can no longer use normal thinking and logic to speculate on his thoughts... It would be better if he only flooded to the boundary of Jingtan Temple.

Otherwise the consequences could be very serious."

"Let me tell you, the problem still lies with that monk named Jinghui. If we find him and vent his anger on Fang Jing, won't this matter be solved?" Deng Kai took a sip of water and said carelessly.

Gu Hao snorted after hearing this, "It's easy to say... I can find Bian Dalian because Wang Yaning is her reincarnation. Where do you want me to find Jinghui's reincarnation now?"

Song Jiang on the side suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "How could I forget about him? We still have someone we can find..."

"Who?" Gu Hao asked.

"That monk in the Demon-Conquering Hall...there must be something wrong with that guy." Song Jiang said confidently.

The next morning, Song Jiang and others stood in front of the Jingtan Temple again. Gu Hao could still only stand at the door of the temple, unable to move forward. If he wanted to go in, he would have to wait until the barrier that trapped Fang Jing completely disappeared.

That's it...

Meng Zhe could naturally feel the barrier that could trap the River God, but it could not stop him. Meng Zhe passed through the transparent barrier with a relaxed expression, and walked into Jingtan Temple with great swagger...Song Jiang

Seeing this, he turned around and said to Gu Hao, "Please wait outside for a while, we should be able to come out soon."

After Song Jiang finished speaking, he quickly caught up with Meng Zhe. Zhou Shiwu naturally wanted to go in, so he said to Deng Kai, "Don't go either... just wait here with Gu Hao, in case anything happens."

No matter what happens, I can run away immediately."

Deng Kai originally didn't want to go in with them. After all, in his opinion, a group of monks was really not worth mentioning. He might as well wait outside with Gu Hao. But as soon as he heard that something happened, he could run away immediately, and he became a little panicked.

He said, "Run away immediately? It's not that big of a deal...what could possibly happen?"

Zhou Shiwu smiled and said nothing, turned around and chased Song Jiang and Meng Zhe. When Deng Kai saw him, he turned pale and looked at Gu Hao and said, "Why are you running?"

Gu Hao glanced at the clouds in the sky and said, "I hope I'm overthinking... But don't worry, if things really come to that point, there's still no big problem in getting you out of here."

When the three people from Song Jiang came to the Demon-Futing Hall, there happened to be a few pilgrims visiting it, and the previous monk was also dutifully introducing some of the history of the Demon-Fuming Hall to them, so when they saw Song Jiang and the others coming in, they just nodded slightly.

Didn't come forward to talk...

Song Jiang and the others didn't care about this. They all looked around, especially Meng Zhe. The first time he came here, he stared at the few old objects enshrined in the temple in trance, until Song Jiang on the side asked in a low voice.

He, "What's wrong? What's wrong with these things?"

Meng Zhe nodded and said, "These are all filthy things. Logically speaking, they should be enshrined here to eliminate the evil spirits on them as soon as possible, but why do I feel that these things are still full of evil spirits?"

At this time, the pilgrims left the Demon-Conquering Hall one after another after listening to the monk's explanation. In the end, only the monk guarding the temple and Song Jiang were left. When the monk saw Song Jiang and Zhou Shiwu coming to the Demon-Conquering Hall for the third time, he raised his hands

He put his hands together, smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha...two donors, we meet again."

Song Jiang originally wanted to say a few polite words to him first and try to show off, but unexpectedly, Meng Zhe directly grabbed his collar and pulled him aside, and then asked the monk bluntly, "Who are you?

"

"The poor monk is the guardian monk of the Demon-Conquering Hall. He introduces the history of this place to the pilgrims coming from the south and the north..." The monk said unhurriedly, with no trace of panic on his face.

Meng Zhe hummed after hearing this, "Oh... In that case, then the master should know all the objects enshrined in the Demon-Conquering Hall? Can I ask about the broken shoe placed in the second position of the third row above?

What’s the origin?!”

When Song Jiang heard this, he looked at the place Meng Zhe mentioned and found that there was an embroidered shoe worn by an old woman, and it was a three-inch golden lotus...

An update today...
Chapter completed!