Zhang Heyan did not stop here. Anyway, he had already got off the boat and there was not much to do at this time. It would be better to finish what needs to be done and make plans.

Now he is actually very different from the ship. At least not many people around him know him, so there is no special vision, but instead makes him much more comfortable.

The bustling crowd spread from the port, and they basically live on this port, so except for the few people in the port unloading places, only laborers and boatmen, three or four roads around the port are surrounded by people.

Zhang Heyan also spent a lot of effort to squeeze out from the crowd. Now the road ahead became much clearer, and he also saw a sign, a sign written in the port.

"Guankou Town, ha!" Zhang Heyan smiled. There is naturally no problem with this word. This period is the intersection of several major currents, so it seems that it is correct to call it.

But this name easily reminds him of a story told by a master. The protagonist of the story seems to have such a title, and of course none of these are actually important.

What is important is that this title contains this complex meaning in some mythological systems. I wonder if the true king will feel as emotional as he sees such a name?

He had already used meals in the room before, so he was not very tired at this moment. Zhang Heyan decided to find the place where Bai Lan Water God lived first.

Of course, he could not look for it aimlessly. This was obviously not realistic, but he chose the target he needed to find very plannedly. There were not many people who knew Bai Lanjiang's name, and most of them were elderly people, so he needed to start from this aspect.

As a relatively prosperous town, most of the elderly in the city also have their own things to do at this moment. They are unlikely to participate in physical work from the port, so they should be at home or in the ground most of their time.

Instead of searching too much in such prosperous places, Zhang Heyan quietly left the area and walked into the low houses next to him.

There are many people in this kind of place, so it is difficult for him to ask too much. Instead, there will be more sources of information in the houses close to the official roads and farmland.

"You talk about the Water Temple? Is it the Jiang Temple? Isn't the Jiang God Temple? Isn't the temple of Master Jiang God in the port? The incense is in full bloom!" After listening to his story, a half-blind old man pointed at the port with his finger, where the voices were prosperous.

Zhang Heyan shook his head. It was not that he didn't know that kind of place. In fact, he had already seen it when he got off the boat.

Although there is no Jiang Shen in the Jiang Shen Temple, anyone with a discerning eye can see that under such a prosperous incense, how could it be the Water God who was so unlucky that he would be paralyzed when he bowed him?

"No, uncle, I'm talking about the Jiang Shen from Bailan River next door. Have you heard of it?" Zhang Heyan asked as loud as possible.

The old man who was still weaving bamboo baskets in his yard shook his head, "I haven't heard of it. We all worship the River God, so how could we worship the Water God?"

"That's trouble..." Zhang Heyan replied, ready to find his next target.

"Bailanjiang Temple? Is there this god around us? I have lived for 58 years, why haven't I heard of it?" The old woman was drying some dried vegetables in her yard and shook her head.

"Water God? Where is the River God? I haven't heard of it!" The old man obviously had a little temper. He knocked on a cigarette gun that seemed to be made of a bamboo pole, and said without raising his head.

"You said, "Brain... I see you are pretty handsome. You turned out to like my girl, Bai Lan! Come out!" When a shy little girl ran out of the house with a smile, the little Taoist priest had to escape in panic.

Zhang Heyan summarized his experience in asking questions and found that nothing was missing. These people were not hiding and asking for benefits from him, but their answers were very refreshing and unified, but they had never heard of it.

"What should I do?" Zhang Heyan scratched his head, feeling a little hungry, so he took out a piece of dry cake from his arms and started to chew, thinking while gnawing.

[At least it can be concluded that this place is not very famous, and most people have never heard of it] Zhang Heyan thought, [Then how should I find the location of this place? Could it be that I really have to search one by one?]

"No, you can ask this!" Zhang Heyan slapped his head and hurriedly walked back to the yard just now, but he was about to stop halfway through the steps. After thinking about it, he had changed his place.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, old man, can you allow me to ask something?" Zhang Heyan came to a relatively wide courtyard. The old man in the courtyard was lying on a rocking chair, shaking a fan.

In fact, the weather is just late spring, and it is not summer yet, and it is not particularly hot, so the old man just suffocates it all the time.

Hearing someone greeted at the door, he narrowed his eyes and raised his head, "It's a little Taoist priest! Come in!"

Then he slowly sat up and took a sip of tea, "Come on, sit down!"

He patted the small stool in front of him with the palm fan in his hand, "Tell me, what do you want to ask? Let me see if I can help you, Mr.?"

Zhang Heyan sat down peacefully, glanced around a little, and did not look into the house, but only looked at the yard, before saying.

"I want to ask, do you know about the dilapidated temples around this town?"

"Doomed temple? Which one do you think of?" the old man asked slowly, "In Guankou Town, there are three Jiangshen Temples alone, including Land Temple, Confucian Temple, Martial Temple, Taoist Temple, Buddhist Temple and ancestral temples of those big families. As for the dilapidated temples, those dilapidated lands are everywhere!"

When Zhang Heyan heard this, his head was shocked. Judging from the old man's style of conduct, he was obviously a person who knew things, and there was a fundamental difference from other old people who didn't know anything.

But it makes sense to think about it. After all, the yards of others are generally narrow and dilapidated, while the old man's yard is wide and comfortable. Although there is no luxurious decoration, he does not look like ordinary villagers.

At least he even had the ability to shake the fan and drink tea. When he saw Zhang Heyan's first reaction was not to fold his hands together, but to bow his hands very easily.

"Do you know if there are any water gods in these dilapidated temples?" Zhang Heyan asked again, "It is a temple that sacrifices to the water god, not the river god!"

"Then you ask the right person. After all, who dares to call himself the river god next to the river? They are just some mountain and wild water gods!" The old man smiled, "But we are a port, where did the water god come from?"

Zhang Heyan. I felt that there was still a play after hearing this sentence and was speechless for a moment, but what the other party said was right. How could there be a water god next to such a big river?

Before he could say goodbye, he suddenly heard the old man exclaim again, "No, don't you say that the old man hasn't remembered yet. There is such a water god next to Guankou Town!"
Chapter completed!