Xu Tong's ancestor was the temple keeper of Donglin Temple, and he passed down some rudimentary cultivation methods, so he was a little familiar and knew some minor skills.
"You have the appearance of an emperor, and I don't dare to get close to you. I can only hurt the people around you to scare you. Let me see what is causing trouble."
When Xu Tong found out that these people were killed by ghosts, his hands and feet were already cold. His family knew about his family affairs, so he could tell him about Feng Shui. If he really wanted him to slay monsters, why not?
Prepare a coffin for him first!
But this cannot be said.
People in the Yang world can't see ghosts unless the ghosts show up on their own initiative, so he went back and took the cow's tears and wiped them on his eyelids, chanted the incantation softly, and opened his psychic eyes.
This was an incredible sight. Instead of seeing the ghost, I saw a "person" wearing dark blue robes standing on the river!
"Who are you!" Xu Tong screamed, causing Wu Zifa to follow his line of sight, but saw nothing. His heart skipped a beat, "Old Xu, is there really a ghost here?!"
Isn't this "person" Yang Fubo?
Yang Fubo set himself the task of patrolling the main river every day and patrolling the branches every three days. When he patrolled the main river today, he vaguely felt a trace of ghost energy. When he came here, he saw that the evil ghost had harmed people and escaped.
He had just started practicing Buddhism and had little practice. He did not dare to leave the Jinlai River, so he did not chase him out. Instead, he was caught and "acting".
"I am the River God. The evil ghost that harmed people has escaped. You can go back." Yang Fubo saw that Xu Tong was a capable person and barely managed a few words. He thought that he had to practice hard and don't be compared to an ordinary person.
Go down.
Although Xu Tong had seen the appearance of gods in the letters written by his ancestors, he couldn't believe it when he actually encountered it. "Are you really the river god?"
"Say, mortals shouldn't see me. If I hadn't learned the magic from you, I would have detained you in the river to keep you company with me. Remember not to tell anyone about what happened to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Tong prostrated himself, "You are the god of the river and you cannot ignore it. Please catch the evil spirit. I will ask the general to build a temple for you and enshrine you to protect you."
The incense is booming!”
"Incense?" Yang Fubo looked at him and Wu Zifa coldly, "What do I want that thing for? When the evil spirit comes back to the river, I will catch it."
If you don't come to Hezhong, you won't care about his affairs. Don't think he doesn't know that the evil ghost is going after Wu Zifa. Xu Tong just wants to lend his hand to keep Wu Zifa safe.
It is a fact that Jin Guo himself failed to live up to expectations, and it is also a fact that Wu Zifa was destroyed by Wu Zifa. However, seeing that Wu Zifa's army did not make things too difficult for the people of Jin State, he did not hate Wu Zifa, but just regarded him as a stranger, but he did not
Likes to be tied up and do things.
At this moment, Yang Fubo truly thought that the superior's words were reasonable and that they were not related to ordinary people, which made him feel bad.
Xu Tong didn't expect him to disappear all of a sudden. Could it be that the river god in Jin Kingdom was hostile to Daliang?
Not even temple incense.
Wu Zifa called him back to his senses, "What on earth did you see?"
Xu Tong said excitedly, "There really is a river god in the Jinlai River, but he doesn't seem to be happy to help you catch ghosts. Maybe"
He couldn't go on and wondered if he was using the name of the River God to establish the general's image as a true dragon and emperor. He looked at it and made him dissatisfied with the general.
"What could it be?"
Wu Zifa was still pressing questions, but Xu Tong was shocked. If he was really hated by the river god, would the general's throne be stable?
"I think the general should build a temple here to worship the river god and pray to the river god to bless both sides of the bank with good weather. It would also be a good thing for you."
Xu Tong, Lieutenant General Sun and other confidants thought that they had pushed the general to oppose the King of Liang and allowed the loyal general to embark on the road to becoming a king.
Little did they know, Wu Zifa saw all their actions and took advantage of the situation to rebel.
At this moment, what he was thinking about was that the ice melted and the carps jumped into the water in the name of the river god. If the river god Xu Tong said really existed, he should build a temple to apologize.
However, in his mind, he even thought that Xu Tong was suffering from hysteria, or that he was obsessed with something unclean and created the "River God".
As the saying goes, if the water is deep, there are spirits. The word "deep" refers to the age and the depth. This big river was built not long ago, so where do the spirits come from? The ghosts of the people who built the river are almost the same.
However, whether it's a god or a ghost, he can't afford to offend him. Since Xu Tong said he wanted to confess, he should do it.
Wu Zifa waved his hand and asked people to build temples, then hesitantly asked, "Then the cause of their death?"
"There is indeed an evil ghost. General, please stay here for a while and ask the river god to get rid of the evil ghost. Otherwise, if you go on the road rashly, the evil ghost will follow and hurt people!" Xu Tong's words were sincere, which made Wu Zifa couldn't help but think.
To believe.
"Okay, I'll do it for you."
Xu Tong happily went back and read through all the manuscripts left by his ancestors, trying to find the specific method of serving the gods. He did not ask the river god to protect the general, but asked him not to disrupt the general's road to becoming a king.
Every day after that, in the name of worshiping the river god, Xu Tong and Wu Zifa knelt and worshiped by the river, chanting.
Yang Fubo didn't want to pay attention, but Xu Tong was reciting prayer scriptures, which can stimulate the power of vows. He prayed to the river god, and his voice reached Yang Fubo's ears.
Yang Fubo was so annoyed that he only regretted that he had not learned the art of suppressing sounds.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Xu Tong looked at the black-faced River God and said respectfully, "The general has the appearance of an emperor. If you help him, it will be good for you. Please help us catch the evil ghost!"
"I have already said that if that evil spirit dares to set foot on the Jinlai River again, I will take him down." Yang Fubo said, taking another look at Wu Zifa. In the past two days, his qi-watching skills had improved a bit, which is true.
I found that Wu Zifa had a bit of royal aura in him.
But so what, before becoming a king, even if you have the aura of a king, you will die easily.
Xu Tong was rejected twice and knew that it was hopeless to ask the river god to protect the general. However, the next day, he brought Wu Zifa to pray for the people of the world. This lasted for several days and forced Yang Fubo out.
This time Xu Tong bowed respectfully, then turned to ask Wu Zifa to speak.
Wu Zifa couldn't see Yang Fubo, but he followed Xu Tong and held his hands forward. He spoke eloquently about his ambitions and ambitions, and said loudly, "Ask the River God to give me advice on how to govern the world!"
"You don't even respect God, how can I teach you how to govern the world?" Yang Fubo just wanted to dismiss them, so he cited one of their mistakes as an excuse, "If I'm right, you broke the ice and threw the carp.
But he relied on God's will and me to declare that he is the son of God. Have you ever asked me and the emperor what you meant? If you don't respect ghosts and gods, why should you come to ask them for advice?"
Xu Tong paused in his heart and asked cautiously, "Who is the sky? Who is the emperor?"
"What I am talking about is the Taiyan Ziwei Mila Changsheng Emperor who rules countless worlds, including this world. Who do you think he is today?"
Xu Tong was at a loss. His ancestors only worshiped a mountain god. He had never heard that there was an emperor above the mountain god.
The only thing he could think of was, if the great emperor was God, should he ask the general to bring God's shrine back to worship him as a sign of legitimacy?