Chapter 15 The story must move forward
When Li Yuan opened his eyes again, his body condensed out from Anshan.
He still looked like that young man who looked a little timid.
Li Yuan yawned, habitually feeling the movements around Anshan.
The old trees on top of Anshan Mountain sway gently.
"Lord Mountain God, you have been sleeping for a hundred years."
Li Yuan was surprised and happy about the old tree's spiritual power.
But then, he became depressed again.
"Has it been... a hundred years?"
Li Yuan was stunned and quickly floated towards the location where the mountain temple used to be.
On the way down the mountain, Li Yuan saw several mountain god temples, all of which were beautifully built.
As he looked around, the once desolate and dilapidated Anshan was now full of spring forests.
All kinds of trees grow luxuriantly here. It seems that mortals have brought fertile soil from other areas, and Anshan has changed its appearance greatly in the past hundred years.
In such a favorable environment, it is normal for the old tree to survive for so long and communicate with spirits smoothly.
Even during Li Yuan's sleep, the old tree watched over the other spiritual creatures in the mountains and prevented them from disturbing mortals.
Li Yuan flew all the way without any intention of stopping at the newly built mountain god temple. He just flew straight to the location of the previous small dilapidated temple.
A hundred years was too long, so the rebuilt small mountain temple was rebuilt again.
Become exquisite and bright.
Li Yuan came to the largest mountain temple in Anshan, transformed into his original young man's appearance, hid his immortal aura, and walked out from the corner of the mountain temple.
There is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to worship, all of them are generous and the incense is constantly burning.
Li Yuan stood in the mountain temple and looked back. The stone statue that was once carved by the villagers was now covered with a thick layer of gold.
Although it was dazzling, Li Yuan felt a little bit uncomfortable.
"Young man, what are you doing standing in front of the golden statue of the Mountain God? Come here quickly, or you will wake him up!"
A woman saw Li Yuan staring blankly at the golden statue and couldn't help but cry out softly.
There was a man sweeping the mountain god's temple. Upon hearing the sound, he hurried out.
"Young man, just bow down and pay your respects, don't offend the mountain god!"
An old man with gray hair came out. He was very old and almost half buried in the ground.
Li Yuan came back to his senses, turned around and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, I won't offend the mountain god."
The woman said with a stern face: "How come you didn't even mention the word 'master' when you were talking to me? If your parents knew, they would scold you!"
Li Yuan listened to the familiar accent and looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him, feeling mixed emotions.
"You...you are..."
"Master Mountain God?!"
The gray-haired old man had poor eyesight and stood next to Li Yuan for a while before he shouted with a little hesitation.
The woman was startled: "What, Master Mountain God?"
She quickly looked at the golden statue in the temple and found that its face was exactly the same as Li Yuan's!
"The mountain god has appeared. Everyone, come and pay your respects to him!"
The woman shouted at the top of her voice.
All the pilgrims who came to burn incense knelt down without knowing what was going on.
In front of the mountain temple, a large crowd of people knelt.
Li Yuan looked back at the old man, feeling his aura, and felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.
"You are......"
He tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember it for a moment.
"Master Mountain God!"
The trembling old man suddenly knelt down.
"My great grandfather is Zhang Xiaohu, the mountain god!"
The old man's eyes were red and he burst into tears.
He is the only centenarian in Anshan. He had seen Li Yuan's face when he just opened his eyes!
Looking at the old man whose body was shaking, Li Yuan felt dazed.
Deep in my heart, those people and events emerged one after another.
He quickly helped the old man up: "Get up quickly."
"No need to be so polite!"
Li Yuan shouted outside.
A wisp of fairy air spread out, allowing the entire mountain temple and people outside to hear it clearly.
But no one dared to take the lead.
Li Yuan personally supported the trembling old man and found gratitude and admiration in the other's eyes.
But more of it is awe.
Stories about mountain gods have been circulating in this area for hundreds of years.
In the story, Li Yuan can call the wind and rain, summon clouds to cover the sun, and lead poor mortals to a new life. He is almost omnipotent.
These people grew up hearing stories like these.
Li Yuan withdrew his gaze from the old man and looked outside the mountain temple. He found that the eyes of those people were full of awe, but the closeness they once had was no longer there.
Somehow, Li Yuan suddenly lost interest in the conversation.
When he first became a mountain god, he imagined the scene of mortals kneeling down and worshiping him in awe.
But now that the scene he had imagined had really appeared, Li Yuan couldn't feel happy.
Li Yuan patted the old man's shoulder, released a wisp of spiritual energy into his body, slightly adjusted his body, turned around and turned into a wisp of green smoke and left.
After all, he had been away for too long.
It has been so long that all the people who once knew him have passed away and been buried in the years.
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The land in Anshan is no longer dry and cracked, but is rich in species, with flowers, fruits, clear streams and ponds.
Walking in the dense fruit forest, Li Yuan felt mixed emotions and a little melancholy.
These old forests were all planted one by one by the once simple villagers.
During that period, Li Yuan worked together with them, toiling under the scorching sun, and spent decades to bring the desolate and remote Anshan back to life.
Later generations also inherited the will of their ancestors and continued to improve the environment of Anshan. After a hundred years of persistence, Anshan is now covered with lush vegetation, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
Li Yuan picked a fruit casually.
He took a light bite, ready to savor the sour taste.
But when the juice reaches your mouth, it is sweet.
Li Yuan frowned, sat there, looking at the huge fruit in his hand, and remained silent for a long, long time.
"Children, the fruit is sweet, but where are you?"
For some reason, Li Yuan felt like crying.
He watched the children grow up, the children he educated with all his heart, but now they are all buried in the earth.
Perhaps even the bones have decayed.
There was also the former Anshan Animal Planting Team, which was so pure, but now not even a trace of it is left.
Li Yuan even hated himself for not being the King of Hell. If he were the King of Hell, he would tear up the Book of Life and Death and leave these old friends in the world!
However, Li Yuan knew that this was just his fantasy caused by sadness.
Li Yuan was filled with sorrow, and wandered unconsciously in Anshan for a long time.
Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why the immortals and gods do not establish relationships with creatures in the mortal world.
There is a difference between immortals and mortals. If you put too much energy and attention on mortals and animals, you will eventually be hurt by time.
Mortals will grow old and die, and those vivid faces will be frozen in memories.
The person who is left at last is the one who suffers the most.
Li Yuan remained silent for another ten years.
He once again saw off the centenarian with his own eyes, and looking at the prosperous but completely unfamiliar town at the foot of the mountain, his heart gradually became calm.
Anshan is now very prosperous, and the mountain is full of spiritual energy.
God seemed to have noticed the changes in Anshan, acknowledged Anshan's existence, and restored the basic rainfall.
The invasion of demons that Li Yuan once worried about is no longer realistic.
The golden light of merit and virtue on his body is now much brighter than before. He even has a lot of merit and virtue because he saved a mountain and all the lives within a thousand miles of the surrounding area!
The demons that were once scared away by the Taoist priest's rice wine can now be suppressed by Li Yuan with just a flip of his hand!
The place is full of people, rich in spiritual energy, and the mountain god is also powerful. No blind demon would dare to come here and cause trouble.
Even if some little evil spirits sneaked in, Li Yuan believed that the masters and experts in the mortal world would take action.
This world is not governed only by gods and immortals.
Some masters in the human world can call the wind and rain with ease, and with a talisman, they can even invite the gods in heaven.
Li Yuan took a walk around the town and found that it was indeed prosperous and stable.
While he was happy for Anshan's rebirth, he also felt deeply moved when he looked at those smiling faces.
The difficult stories of the past will be passed down among people, and those of our ancestors will not be easily forgotten by future generations.
Li Yuan sighed, smiled freely, turned around and left.
Anshan is stable now, and he also wants to see the wonderful outside world that the children talk about.
Also find some resources that Anshan needs.
The old friend is gone, but the story must go on.