"It's good to worship him. No matter how you say it, we have received great kindness from the little immortal. If we worship him, we will feel better."

The wind and waves in the river are strong, and there is a fine line between life and death.

These fishermen are used to this kind of fearful life, and almost instinctively, they still want to worship something and pray to some existence in the dark world.

Even if you really don't get blessings, I still want peace of mind.

So everyone discussed and worked together to build a small immortal temple on the mountain wall behind the village.

It is said to be an immortal temple, but in fact it is more like a small shrine.

On the mountain wall, the rocks were hollowed out to free up a small space, a small offering table was placed, some melons and fruits were placed as sacrifices, and a small clay sculpture was placed in the middle.

This small clay sculpture is made by Yu Yutou.

When he was young, he also traveled and saw some of the world.

He had seen many stone and clay statues of gods enshrined in some temples, and it came in handy at this time to make one based on them.

After preparing his body and preparing to pinch his face, Old Yutou was a little confused and asked, "What does that little immortal look like?"

He raised blood fish, his faith was devoured more, and his consciousness became weaker.

In the dream, he fainted early and didn't see any little fairy holding a golden sword to kill the fish monster.

"My whole body is covered with golden light, I can't see clearly..." someone said.

"Go and ask if anyone has seen clearly what this little immortal looks like." Old Yutou

But after everyone asked around, they all shook their heads.

Someone said: "Uncle Yu, you can just make it as long as it's like that. Clay sculptures are not their true form."

Others echoed: "Yes, yes."

Old Yutou thought about it and thought it was right.

A little fairy who is very kind to everyone in the small fishing village...

Inexplicably, the face painted in ink came to mind.

The more Lao Yutou thought about it, the more appropriate it became.

If there really is such a little immortal, he should look like Mr. Mo.

He is handsome and kind, his eyes are shining, his temperament is gentle, and he exudes an extraordinary fairy spirit, and he also hates evil as much as he hates it.

Old Yutou followed the ink drawing and made a clay sculpture of a little immortal sitting upright with a golden sword on his back.

But his craftsmanship is not good, and he is only five or six points similar.

Only the eyebrows and eyes are lively and lively, and there are eighty-nine points of shadows in ink paintings.

After the clay sculpture is made, it is placed in the small temple.

From now on, if you fish on a cloudy day, go to the river on a rainy day, the weather is bad, or you have nightmares all day long, you may be disturbed by evil spirits.

The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village will go to this little immortal temple, burn a stick of incense and pay homage to this little immortal holding a golden sword.

Amid the curls of incense, the fishermen cultivators did not notice that a weak little silver fish slowly swam into the small immortal temple, hid behind the majestic little immortal statue, rubbed the incense drawn in ink, and

Bit by bit, he rested his spiritual body.
Chapter completed!