Before Chang Jin could answer, Huangfu Nanshan said again: "My old friend is a ghost in the Yuema River. He has been living at the bottom of the river for decades and has never killed half a person's life. Instead, he saved hundreds of people intermittently. Therefore, he was grateful to others and set up divine cards to sacrifice at home. The incense and thoughts in his body all come from this."

"Oh?" Chang Jin was very surprised after hearing this.

He once served as a priest in the land, so he naturally knew the origin of the water ghost. Almost all these ghosts drowned accidentally during their lifetime, their bodies sank into the bottom of the water and were swallowed by fish and shrimps, and finally the skeleton was eroded by the real water spiritual power. Because of this, the ghosts themselves accumulated considerable resentment.

To resolve your resentment, you must find another substitute so that you can get rid of your resentment and be reincarnated.

As for why this situation occurs, Chang Jin didn't know. He only knew that it was the iron rule of the underworld, just like the laws of the world, and there was no need for reasons.

Huangfu Nanshan and Wang Mingtang met decades ago. At that time, Huangfu Nanshan had not yet transformed, and Wang Mingtang had just drowned. They fell in love with each other and later became confidants. Every now and then Huangfu Nanshan would bring some wine and food to drink with Wang Mingtang.

One day after drinking, Wang Mingtang told him that he had been given guidance from the land here. Now that his sins are full, a woman crossing the river and drowned at noon tomorrow. That is his substitute. When he fell, Wang Mingtang could get rid of his resentment and return to the underworld.

At noon the next day, Huangfu Nanshan arrived at the Yuema River on time. Sure enough, he saw a middle-aged woman walking past the floating bridge with her baby. When the woman walked to the middle of the floating bridge, she stepped on the air and rolled into the river with the baby. When she fell into the water, the woman tried her best to throw the baby on the floating bridge and saved her child's life.

But after all this, the woman had no strength and was washed downstream by the rushing river water, floating and sinking, and in the blink of an eye, she reached a few feet away.

The child was gone and cried on the floating bridge. Huangfu Nanshan felt very embarrassed when he saw this. He wanted to swim into the water to save the middle-aged woman, but hesitated when he remembered Wang Mingtang's words. He knew that if he saved the woman, his brother would not be able to return to the underworld without a substitute, and he could only continue to stay at the bottom of the Yuema River and suffer the pain of the erosion of the true water and spiritual power.

For a moment, Huangfu Nanshan was in a state of turmoil. When he was anxious, he saw a driftwood floating above him and rushed towards the woman. When the other party saw it, he hurriedly reached out to grab it and then swam to the shore.

After the woman got ashore, she hurriedly ran to the pontoon bridge and picked up her baby to stay away.

Huangfu Nanshan was extremely surprised at that time, and I don’t know why. When the two met in the evening, he asked specifically.

Wang Mingtang told him that the woman was indeed his substitute during the day, but when he saw the other party holding a baby, he really couldn't bear to hurt two lives for himself. So in the end he gave a driftwood to let the middle-aged woman live.

Then he encountered several opportunities, but he couldn't bear to harm human life and gave up.

Later, Wang Mingtang lost his mind to reincarnation and stayed at the bottom of the Yuema River with peace of mind. He toured Hanoi every day. If he encountered someone falling into the water, he would personally go over and rescue the other party.

Over the past few decades, Wang Mingtang has saved hundreds of people. Many people have saved them. People say oral, thinking that there is a blessing from the water god in the river, and they have set up divine cards at home to worship.

After listening to Huangfu Yuanwai's detailed explanation, Chang Jin admired the water ghost named Wang Mingtang in front of him. He immediately stood up and bowed: "Being a ghost can do good, but being a human being always doing evil. In this way, people are not as good as the Ghost King, so please give me a bow later."

Do not do evil because it is small, and do not do good because it is small. Goodness can help the gods. Wang Mingtang is better at getting humane recognition than being recognized by the people on both sides of the Yuema River.

In fact, the so-called gods are not determined. Whether it is a demon or a ghost, as long as you enjoy the mortal kneeling and receive the power of incense and thoughts, you can be called a god. However, now the Taoist Dharma is revealed, and the Taoist Court forcibly stipulates that the gods must be granted by the Taoist Court. This is what they are considered to be the righteous gods, and the rest are evil gods and false gods.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it." Wang Mingtang hurriedly sideways and avoided him. When he arrived just now, he had already seen the extraordinaryness of the scholar.

It’s just that Huangfu Nanshan has been talking about his own affairs, and he can’t interrupt him. Now he has found the opportunity to ask: “Mr., who is this young master?”

"This is called Chang Yunsheng. He is a scholar who came to Wanshan Prefecture to take the prefecture examination. Yunsheng is a talented person and is now teaching Qingfeng Xiao'an to study." Huangfu Nanshan briefly introduced it to them.

After Wang Mingtang sat down, each person, a ghost and a demon began to eat and drink.

At first, there was an outsider Chang Jin, and Huangfu Nanshan and the others talked about the topics around strange stories on earth.

Later, they shouted, and they had no scruples. They knew everything about Chang Jin's questions. None of the three were ordinary people, so they didn't care about the loss of time. Before they knew it, it was already midnight.

Chang Jin still remembers the birth of Dushui Shuijun a few days ago. He visited the temple and found that the statue of the god was dilapidated and the incense did not condense. Obviously, the position of Hebo had been lost.

However, it is really strange that this place is not occupied by other water monsters. Huangfu Nanshan and Wang Mingtang have lived in Wanshan Mansion for decades, and they should be clear about this secret.

So he asked: "Can you two know about the matter of Hebo? I once went to Hebo Temple and found that Hebo's God is not occupied by the gods. What is the reason?"

Hearing him mentioning Dushui Shuijun, the two looked at each other, and then Wang Mingtang said, "Young Master Chang knows that these are all methods of the Taoist temple. There was originally a Hebo here, named Jiang Zhu, who was a great demon who had been practicing in the Dushui River for hundreds of years. Decades ago, Yuqing Dao rectified the water vein spirit path, and Jiang Zhu was appointed as Dushui River, and ruled the hundreds of miles of Dushui River section, dozens of river gods, and thousands of water monsters were all under his jurisdiction, and they were in the limelight for a while.

Later, somehow, Jiang Zhu offended Yuqing Dao. The Taoist Court asked him to give up the Hebo priest's position, but Jiang Zhu naturally refused. The two sides fought. At that time, dozens of Taoists were sent to siege, but Dushui Hebo was defeated and finally he was defeated and fled in panic. There were many river gods who were destroyed in this battle. The entire Wanshan Prefecture Water Vein Divine Dao was depressed, and it was only slightly restored in recent years...

After the war, the Taoist court wanted to find another water demon to take over the position of Hebo, but was afraid that the other party would commit rebellion again, so Yu Qian let the position of Dushui Hebo remain hanging in the air and did not enfeoff the imperial seal.

Over the years, many unsightly water monsters have wanted to occupy this place and enjoy the incense of the people, but they were all killed by the Taoist temple. After a long time, the demons in the river section of Dushui knew that the incense of Hebo Temple was in full swing, but no one dared to occupy it anymore."

So that's it. Chang Jin finally knew why this happened at the Hebo Temple Fair, and everything was controlled by Yuqingdao.

Huangfu Nanshan and the other two didn't know why Dushui Hebo had a conflict with the Taoist temple. Chang Jin could guess one or two... It was nothing more than the incense.

It is probably because Yuqingdao asked for too much incense and the Dushuihebo could not bear it, so he would rebel. He had heard the Ye Zong people mention that the incense and spiritual power obtained by Shinto must be 70% of the incense and spiritual power obtained by Shinto, and the remaining 30% are for their own use.

It is purely normal for gods to rebel in such exploitation.

Chang Jin is now increasingly wondering what happened a thousand years ago, and in the end, the Taoist dynasty was dominant, the Shi family avoided it, and the gods became slaves.

However, Chang Jin did not ask Huangfu Yuanwai and Wang Mingtang. They had been practicing for less than a hundred years, so they should know no more than themselves.

While they were talking, an accident was happening on the Dushui River nearly a hundred miles away.

The night is lonely and dark around it. On the surface of the Dushui River, the cold water flows slowly.

On a wide river surface fifty miles away from Wanshan Prefecture City, suddenly waves rolled, and countless huge fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs appeared in the waves. On the wave at the front was an old man in green. The old man had a pair of cunning triangular eyes, half-hunched, and a black wooden stick in his hand.

On the waves behind him, there were also a few water monsters standing solemnly, as if waiting for the arrival of some big shot.

The water demon square formation behind it was in a mess. The rolling demonic energy soared into the sky, almost covering the entire river.

The water monsters waited for about two incense sticks. The old man in green was shocked and looked up at the distance. Then he shouted excitedly: "Master Shuijun is back, Master Shuijun is back, let the young people be organized and not make noise."

"Get order..." Several generals received the order and immediately turned around, came to the team, and scolded loudly.

The fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs quickly calmed down and looked up at the distance.

I saw a huge wave of water rolling a few miles downstream, rumbling sounds upstream. Although the shadows in the darkness were so vague that I could not see more. However, the aquariums were naturally sensitive to changes in the water flow, and at this moment they clearly sensed that the spiritual power of the true water under them was changing rapidly.

In a moment, the big wave had arrived in front of me, two or three feet high.

At the front of the wave is a giant tortoise the size of a house. The giant tortoise is dark green all over, with a mysterious texture on its back. It has a huge head in front of the turtle shell, twice as thick as a bucket for ordinary people. It is covered with green hair, and two of them have long forked horns in the shape of coral.

On the back of the turtle, there was a middle-aged man in a crown robe. The man was behind his hands, looking ahead, with majestic and domineering spirit in his eyes. His body rose and fell with the turbid waves, but he did not shake at all.

At this time, the old man in green on the opposite side hurriedly led several generals to kneel forward and bow: "Mr. Qingyuan, the Weishi, pays homage to Master Shuijun, and welcomes Master Shuijun back to his house."

"Young people pay homage to Mr. Shuijun..."

For a moment, all the water monsters who had transformed into shape and could speak were kneeling down and shouting. The sound shook the sky and spread seven or eight miles away.

"Okay, you have suffered over the years. Get up, and now you go home with me." Seeing his subordinates kneeling respectfully on the water, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

"Master Xie Shuijun..." Amid the uneven answers, the giant turtle led the way, and led the water demons to fall down the waves and ran straight to the bottom of the water.

Soon, the river surface returned to calm, and it seemed that nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!