Chapter 108: Disciples should keep their true intentions
"Of course it's the Young Master." Mai Yi Xianshi smiled and said, "Young Master, don't believe it. No one can say for certain about these false and true things."
"Since no one can say it accurately, what do you say?" Bai Jun asked.
"Haha, humans can't say for sure about these things, but God can't say for sure."
Bai Jun raised his eyes and looked at the top of this person's head. He couldn't see clearly because of the gray clouds. Could it be that he was a hidden boss in the game world? But where are there so many old gods in this world?
"Speaking of which, you may not believe it. Although I came to the mountain temple, I don't believe in gods." Bai Jun said lightly, turned around and left.
Mai Yi was stunned, what kind of weirdo is this? He doesn’t believe in God and he still comes to burn incense in the mountain temple? Are stupid people rich in money? In that case...
Bai Jun stepped into the threshold of the mountain temple. The courtyard full of pilgrims was quite quiet. There was no noise. The pedestrians were also quiet when walking around. Only the curls of green smoke rose into the sky.
Seeing the statue with the condensed divine power of the Shinto avatar accepting worship from mortals, he had the illusion that the other party was superior.
Bai Jun walked to the backyard, where Chuma's disciples lived. The elderly Wang Yuansheng was reading ancient books in the house. Suddenly he noticed something. He raised his head and saw the person standing in front of the door through the sunlight in the courtyard.
of Bai Jun.
At that moment, in the mottled interplay of light and shadow, Wang Yuansheng's old eyes saw God.
He hurriedly stood up, looked around again, and found that there was no one around, but he raised his hand and spread his palm, and a crystal-like white jade scale lay in his hand. The old man suddenly froze, and bowed tremblingly and excitedly.
Next: "Disciple thanks Liu Zu for his great kindness!"
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For those disciples who took action, Bai Jun would not punish them in any way. The war with the Seven Gu Sect was about to end, and it was time to take back their divine power.
Bai Jun will take back their divine power and promise them peace, wealth and a happy family life.
"My disciple hopes that after his death, he can be buried at the foot of the mountain where you live and stay with you forever!"
Bai Jun walked slowly on the road down the mountain. This mountain road was built with incense money and spread across more than ten villages, benefiting thousands of households.
"Tick~"
"Hoo~"
A sudden voice sounded. Bai Yan heard it and felt that there was something cute in the ferocious accent?
Bai Jun was silent for a moment and sighed, "I will do what you wish."
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the main road has turned into a small road. The wild forests and wilderness are probably the most common ones on the outskirts of the mountains.
Wang Yuansheng said excitedly: "I can see you again at the end of my life, and I will die without regrets."
This kind of faith transcends worldly greed, ignorance, anger, love, hatred, and love. It is an emotion that is superior to human nature.
A group of six or seven people with their faces covered and dressed in high-end clothing, armed with machetes and machetes, quickly chased after him and surrounded him.
"Liu Zudan, please give me your instructions."
Wang Yuansheng asked in a low voice: "What if they don't come back? Will there be any punishment?"
"Stop! That scholar!"
I heard in my previous life that the most devout believers of Tibetan Buddhism would kowtow every three steps and bow every nine steps on the pilgrimage. Even if their knees are ulcerated, even if the wind and rain blow, they will not stop moving forward on the pilgrimage. Their ultimate goal is to
To see your own faith.
Wang Yuansheng said excitedly: "Liu Zu's words are serious. No matter how old my disciples are, they are still children in front of you."
At the bottom of the mountain, the sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain. It was early spring at this time, and the rain was still slightly cold.
Wang Yuansheng was stunned, and felt a gust of wind blowing, turning the pages on the table, waking him up from his deep sleep.
The slightly cold wind blew, which made Bai Jun feel a little tired, and it was time to find a hole to sleep for a while.
"Xiong Lao Er, what are you thinking about? We only rob wealth, not sex!"
But if you don't come back, I'm afraid your heart has been fascinated by the world. Such people cannot control divine power. Just like it is harmless for mortals to fall in love, but it will only cause great disaster for gods to fall in love and use power for personal gain. Having divine power
People who are blinded by the greed for money and power will only make the world a mess.
"Say it."
A drop of spring rain fell on the river and caused ripples. The fish first woke up and surfaced. Reflected in the river was a man in white on the shore. He slowly took out an oil-paper umbrella from behind, opened the ribs, and walked in the drizzle.
When Bai Jun heard this, he couldn't help but sigh, "The vicissitudes of time make the difference between immortals and mortals. Time flies so fast."
Bai Jun was not surprised and just said: "Get up, I have something I need you to do."
Bai Jun walked up to a wall-mounted statue, waved his hand, and the statue channeled spirits.
"Send someone to tell all the disciples who have come out to come back and burn a stick of incense before this year's Liuxian meeting, right in front of this little statue in your room. As for whether they are willing to come back, it depends on them."
Bai Jun chuckled and said: "There is no punishment, just to see if their hearts are still here."
"This book is quite handsome." A burly masked man said roughly.
If they can still go all the way back from the distant Tianzhu Kingdom just to pay for that stick of incense, it means they have not forgotten their original intention.
He turned around, and under the gloomy sky, the mountain temple located halfway up the mountain looked quite solemn.
No, he is a human being now and wants to sleep in an inn.
Bai Yan saw it all. For a person to be so pious is already the pinnacle of faith.
"I have a wish in my heart, and I dare to ask Ancestor Liu to fulfill it!"
Bai Jun glanced at the top of his head and said slightly sadly: "You only have more than a year left to live, I can help you extend your life for a few more years."
Wang Yuansheng was the concierge who guarded the mountain temple back then. He is now the leader of the disciples, but for decades, he has offered three incense sticks in the morning, noon and evening every day, paid respect to the gods, and personally cleaned the temple every month.
The altar, table, and each sacrifice must be carefully prepared half a month in advance without any flaws. Pray day and night before God, not asking for what you need or what you want to worship, but for God's peace.
Bai Jun stepped forward, slowly helped him up, and said, "You are not young anymore, so you don't need to give this big gift."
"Thank you, Liu Zu! Thank you, Liu Zu!" He excitedly bent down again and bowed to the ground.
There were tears in Wang Yuansheng's eyes. He looked at the god who had the same appearance as decades ago. It seemed that time had not passed on the god, but only added to the charm of the god. "Thank you Liu Zu, but I have no regrets in this life."
, living a few more years will make no difference, and will make you violate the laws of the underworld. It is the greatest gift for my disciples to see you one last time before death."
He knelt down with a pop and said with uncontrollable trembling: "Greetings to Liu Ancestor! Greetings to Liu Ancestor."
Wang Yuansheng feels that he is lucky to be able to see the gods he truly believes in. In the eyes of the most devout believers, gods do not need to be filled with clouds, golden clouds, or have any golden statues. As long as they are the gods they believe in, they are the supreme gods.
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"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, you scholar, take out all the money you have! We can still spare your life, otherwise..." A rather fierce man said sharply, and raised his hand with a cold light.
The tip of the knife pointed at him.
"This is under the mountain temple..." Bai Jun said.
"Stop talking nonsense, what about the mountain god? What we are robbing is human wealth, and it has nothing to do with the mountain god's financial path. You are a big fat sheep, you have at least a hundred taels on you, right? You might as well take it out yourself.
Save some dignity for a scholar like you." Another big man threatened in a cold voice.
Bai Yan raised his umbrella, and his delicate face was revealed in the drizzle. He chuckled and said, "Even if you want to rob, you shouldn't rob the mountain god under the mountain temple, right?"