Cang Linyuan raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, as if telling an ancient legend.
Zhang Jianguo and Liu Shuliang both followed his gaze and looked at the sky. Above the clouds, it seemed that there were really splendid pavilions and palaces, with countless immortals living in them.
"Brothers, be careful!"
The atmosphere here was broken by the reminder from the driver of the garbage truck.
There was a pothole in the road, and the garbage truck bumped a little, and some river sand slid down, landing right at the feet of Cang Linyuan.
Some of the river sand splashed even fell on his shoes.
Seeing this scene, the image of a master he had just constructed in Liu Shuliang's mind immediately collapsed.
Although Liu Shuliang only manages a small temporary gas station, as a member of the 100,000-strong logistics force of the Zhenbei Army, he still knows far more about the returnees than ordinary people like Zhang Jianguo.
Even if it is only a first-level atavist, his strength, agility, and reaction speed are far higher than ordinary people.
Not even falling river sand can't be avoided.
The middle-aged man in front of me is probably not even a warrior.
Liu Shuliang stopped listening to his nonsense and said to Zhang Jianguo who was standing aside, "Uncle Zhang, eat quickly, the food is almost cold."
Zhang Jianguo came back to his senses, quickly took a few mouthfuls of rice, raised his head again, and asked the middle-aged man, "Brother, I see you know a lot, so which war god of the country is here to consecrate the god?"
Cang Linyuan picked up an abandoned piece of wood from the side and wrote something on the river sand in front of him while shaking his head, "The God of War of the Kingdom does not have such qualifications, nor does he have such ability."
Zhang Jianguo was slightly stunned. Even the war god of Zhenguo was not qualified, so who in the entire Kyushu was qualified?
Liu Shuliang on the side was a little angry. This middle-aged man dared to be disrespectful to the war god of the country. But the other party was an atavist, so he couldn't get angry easily. He could only pull Zhang Jianguo aside and said, "Uncle Zhang, don't listen to this man's nonsense."
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Zhang Jianguo smiled and said, "I also think what he said is a bit exaggerated. If someone can really become a god, wouldn't it be more powerful than the war gods of the country?"
The two walked aside and whispered, turning their heads to glance at the middle-aged man from time to time.
But I saw that the other party was just sitting on the side of the road, writing and drawing on the river sand with a wooden stick.
After a while, the middle-aged man got up and left, and the little boy who was kicking stones next to him also followed him and walked away after a while.
Zhang Jianguo threw the lunch box into the trash can next to him and wiped his mouth, "I'm going to work. I heard from the superiors that the Conferred God Platform will be completed tomorrow, so we have to work harder."
When I was driving back, I caught a glimpse of a word written on the river sand.
"Gen"
Zhang Jianguo scratched his head. He didn't know what the word was, but he didn't take it to heart. Someone was urging him on the pager, so he trotted into his truck, turned on the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and merged into the long flow of traffic.
the other side.
Cang Linyuan took the little boy and walked along the edge of the construction site.
Every time he took a step, faint spiritual energy fluctuations appeared under his feet, and then slowly disappeared into the Conferred God Platform.
"Genba belongs to earth, is matched with mountains, and lives in the northeast."
"As a young man, you should be in the Gen position, close your eyes, concentrate, and feel it carefully."
However, the boy did not follow Cang Linyuan's instructions. Instead, he rolled his eyes and drew a lifelike picture of a chicken eating rice on the dusty ground with a branch.
Cang Linyuan had no choice but to take this disciple who was extremely talented but had no interest in calligraphy. He could only keep him by his side as much as possible and exert a subtle influence on him.
The boy suddenly asked: "Master, can I ask you for a favor?"
Cang Linyuan was stunned, "What to do?"
The boy grinned and said, "Feng Shen, help me get a quota so that I can be a priest in heaven."
As he spoke, the boy's innocent face was full of expectation and yearning.
"Just you?" Cang Linyuan couldn't help but laugh, "You're not even a first-level atavist. If I give you the godhead, can you handle it?"
The little boy clenched his fists and said stubbornly, "Why can't you catch it?"
Cang Linyuan pointed to the sky, "The seat up there is not easy to sit on, and I don't want you to sit there either."
"After all, those who work under Mr. Daoist Li are not human beings."
Just as he was talking, black mist suddenly filled the front, and the temperature suddenly dropped.
From the black mist, a Yin god slowly walked out. He had a battle helmet on his head, was wearing lead armor, had a belt around his waist, and leather boots. He held his hands in front of his chest and bowed to Cang Linyuan: "Linyuan
Fellow Taoist."
Cang Linyuan bowed in return and said, "King Bian Cheng is so polite. Our master and disciple will be passing by here, so please make it convenient for us."
King Bian Cheng of the Sixth Hall waved his hand casually, and in the Conferred Gods Platform behind him, a shadow of the King of Hell's Hall appeared. With a creak, the door of the hall opened wide.
King Bian Cheng cupped his hands and said, "Yin Tianzi has ordered us to obey the orders of the gods of war. If there is a place where we can be used, please give me the instructions of fellow Taoist Linyuan."
He glanced at the little boy behind Cang Linyuan.
Just one look made the little boy feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his soul drifted away from his body.
But at this moment, a warm current was driven into the little boy's body, and threads of spiritual energy emerged from the surface of the little boy's body, pulling back the flying soul.
"King Bian Cheng is too polite."
Cang Linyuan cupped his hands, pulled his disciple, and slowly walked into the palace gate.
On both sides of the main hall, there are many ghosts and ghosts standing, with terrifying looks and powerful auras.
When the two men appeared at the construction site of the Conferred God Platform again, the little boy's face was completely pale, and his voice trembled: "Was that... hell just now?"
Cang Linyuan nodded, "The leader of the Sixth Palace, King Bian Cheng, shouted about the Great Hell and the City of Wishi."
The little boy was extremely frightened as he thought about the scene just now.
Cang Linyuan looked at the huge God-conferring Platform and felt the many powerful Yin gods hidden in various directions, "I have long heard that there are ten kings of hell and five ghost emperors in the Netherworld."
"At the beginning, we didn't take it to heart, but as the underworld revived, the power of these Yin gods expanded rapidly."
"In just a few short months, it has reached a point where even the Temple of War is afraid of it."
The little boy on the side was stunned.
Cang Linyuan stretched out his hand and scratched the little boy's eyebrow with his index finger.
There was a gaping hole between the little boy's eyebrows, which rolled open from side to side, and one vertical eye opened.
The surrounding scenery changes instantly.
A huge mountain overlaps with the Conferred God Platform.
All around the mountains, there was a chilling gray mist.
Ten majestic and majestic palaces, filled with gloomy energy and extremely terrifying, appear and disappear in the gloomy gray mist in the mountains.
In every palace, there is a terrifying evil god sitting in charge of many evil generals.
Outside the Conferring God Platform, four tall pine mountains appeared out of thin air in four directions: east, west, north and south. They were like four huge pillars, supporting the gray sky, and like four giants, guarding the mountain in the middle.
"It's not good to see too much of the netherworld."
Cang Linyuan wiped his finger on the little boy's eyebrow again, and the yin and yang eye transformed from spiritual energy disappeared immediately.
It took a while before the little boy came back to his senses. His face was as pale as paper and his whole body was trembling.
He rubbed his eyes and swallowed hard, "Are those all true?"
Cang Linyuan nodded, "The realm of the netherworld was created by Taoist fellow Taoist Xiao Li, and all these evil spirits and evil spirits serve him as their master."
"Now, Fellow Daoist Li is going to hold the Conferring God Conference here again. If it succeeds, a new heaven will also be opened."
"Essentially, those priests," Cang Linyuan lowered his head and looked at his only disciple with a serious expression, "are no different from the Yin gods you just saw."
"Now, do you still want to be made a god?"
The little boy's head shook like a rattle, "Master, I will definitely learn to write from you in the future!"
