After walking forward for more than ten miles, Chang Jin and the other two paid the ship and got ashore at a pier.

This place is called Shuhe Town, which is the place where the Venerable Master appeared in the future. The first Venerable Temple was built here, and it is also where the true body is located.

They originally wanted to ask someone to ask about the location of the Venerable Temple. Only when they were close to the town did they know that there was no need to ask. There were people who went to the Venerable Temple to burn incense and lined up in a long line of more than two miles. Among them were gentry who came in sedan chairs, scholars dressed like this, and of course, more were ordinary people.

The two looked at each other and both revealed surprise. They were mentally prepared on the way, but they did not expect that there were so many people who believed in the coming world.

Before, when Xiaoqian gave the river god melon in her dream, there was no such grand occasion.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look," Chang Jin took a deep breath and said.

They walked forward for more than half a mile and saw a cart not far ahead falling into the rut. There was an old woman with white hair sitting on the cart, a middle-aged farmer in a worn-out clothes pulled the handlebars hard to pull the road.

Because it had just rained, the ruts were covered with sludge and the wheels were firmly attached. The farmer tried several times and his face turned red and he never pulled the cart out.

Chang Jin took a few quick steps, reached out to hold the carbang and pushed it, and the wheel was pulled out of the sludge.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," the farmer turned around and saw someone helping him. He hurriedly put down the cart and said in fear. Chang Jin and Wang Qinian and the other two dressed in long gowns with exquisite materials and fine sewing, which looked like they were not ordinary at first glance.

"Why are you so kind of polite? Who will be out of trouble when you go out?" Chang Jin pointed to the old woman on the fingerboard cart: "Are you going to the Venerable Temple to burn incense?"

"Oh, I made a wish with me. She was blind and wanted the elders of the Venerable Association to see if they could be cured. Are the two young men also here to burn incense?"

Wang Qinian didn't know why Chang Jin was so enthusiastic about a farmer, and nodded and said, "Well, we heard that the Venerable Immortal is very effective, so we are here to pray for our family."

"Oh... It turns out you are not here to find the fate of immortality." The farmer was obviously relieved.

"Immortality, what kind of immortality?" Chang Jin asked in his heart.

"The two young masters don't know yet," the middle-aged farmer lowered his voice, "The temple of the Venerable Immortal is in the front mountain of Ziyu Mountain. There are many people worshipping them. There was nothing wrong before. Recently, it has been reported that the World-Honored Master appears in the back mountain... If a mortal is met, he can become an immortal. In the past few months, many people have entered the back mountain to find a fairy fate, but most of them have not come back. According to the elders of the Venerable Association, they have all become immortals, but no one knows what's going on... The two young masters, just listen to my advice, just go to the front mountain to worship the Venerable Immortal, and don't look for any immortal fate in the back mountain."

"Thank you for your advice" Chang Jin responded with a constant expression. It seems that there are quite a lot of secrets in this coming World Venerable, so you must understand this time.

A magnificent temple is hidden among green trees on the hillside of Ziyu Mountain. But I saw the blue smoke curling above the temple, rushing straight into the sky.

Chang and Jin followed the pilgrims to the foot of the mountain. Seeing that others were holding incense and candles, he also took out a ingot of broken silver from his arms and bought a bundle of candles from the stall on the side of the road.

Because of this temple, the business at the foot of the mountain is booming. There are all kinds of stalls along the way, selling incense, candles, tea, fortune telling, soup cakes and snacks, which is simply a small street market. Wang Qinian originally wanted to take a break at the foot of the mountain, but along the way, he found that the noodle and tea stalls were full of people, crowded, and there was no place to stay.

The two of them could only save rest and ran straight toward the mountainside.

Ziyu Mountain is about two or three hundred feet high, not steep, and a dirt road has been built on the hillside. This distance is naturally nothing for ordinary peasant pilgrims.

But those wealthy families said something else, and they could only pay to hire someone to carry it on a slider.

The slide rod is made of more than half a meter long spotted bamboo, with short bearings on both ends as shoulder lifts, and then woven with bamboo strips and ropes in the middle, and tied a foot pedal in front.

This slide rod is carried by two people, and is light and flexible. It can be walked on both roads and small roads, especially suitable for mountainous roads.

This chapter is not finished and will be added later.
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