Chapter 166: Ruined Temple, Spiritual Sacrifice
Chapter 166: Ruined Temple, Thousand Spirits Festival
Compared with the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple, the Canshen Temple is much quieter and the incense is not very strong, but it is naturally much more lively than the temples in Gaoliu County.
There is still an open square at the entrance, with one main hall and two side halls. The Can God is in the middle, and on both sides are "Tian Can" and "Di Que", as well as several subordinate gods.
In the middle of the three main halls, one main and two side, there is a large incense burner that is half a person's height and several meters long. Perhaps due to its age, it has formed copper rust.
At this moment, many believers were entering and leaving the halls, with the smoke of incense burning in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
"The Canshen is one of the orthodox gods appointed by the Dayun court. Those who worship this god believe that 'the heaven and earth are not perfect, and all living things are imperfect'. There are relatively few believers."
Wang Peiyao was very familiar with the various lists and forces in the city, and had been to the Remnant Temple several times.
"If the heaven and earth are incomplete, all living beings will be incomplete?"
Li Yuan repeated it once, and then he saw the incense burner from afar. It was shining with a mixture of green and blood. It was actually a fourth-tier incense burner?
[Incense burner in front of the Sancan Temple (fourth level)]
[Bronze is forged by fierce fire, worshipped by incense for thousands of years, and the spirit has been born...]
[Control conditions: residual limbs, worship of the residual divine method three levels]
[Control Effect: Fourth Level (Blue): Fourth Level of Worship of the Remnant Divine Technique
Level 3 (dark blue): Bewitching, calming, slightly unlucky]
A fourth-tier incense burner? !
Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat; the grade of this incense burner was actually higher than the one in the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple in the city.
"Brother Li, do you want to burn incense?"
Wang Peiyao bought incense, candles and gold ingots.
"Since we are here, it is only right that we burn some incense."
Li Yuan took the incense and candles, and when he approached the incense burner, he seemed to be able to sense a slight chill.
“Is this the spirit of the incense burner?”
Li Yuan clenched his palms, his heart moved slightly, and he took control of the 'Five-Step Spirit Snake Belt' and the 'Spirit Fire Bull Bone Ring'.
hum~
The moment he changed the controls, Li Yuan felt slightly dizzy, and when he looked at the incense burner again, he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.
Wisps of green smoke gathered on the incense burner and drifted towards the three halls. The chill came from these wisps of green smoke.
"The incense of the remaining gods."
Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. This was the first time he sensed the existence of incense outside the military space, and it seemed a little different.
It was cold, sticky and damp, and gave an uncomfortable feeling as if a small snake covered in slime was wrapping around my neck.
After a change of mind, Li Yuan suddenly lost the desire to burn incense, and instead handed the incense, candles and ingots to other pilgrims beside him.
"Brother Li?"
Wang Peiyao was a little surprised, but followed suit and distributed incense and candles to other pilgrims.
The Hall of the Remnant God is very gloomy. This statue does not have the dense impact of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva statue, but it is also creepy enough.
His hands and feet were incomplete, his face was incomplete, and his eyes were half black and half white.
Li Yuan took a look and found that the statue was incomplete from head to toe, irregular and asymmetrical, and looked a bit creepy.
“This idol has also been harvested.”
Li Yuan's heart was slightly moved. This broken statue was only of the third level, not as good as the incense burner outside. The scent of incense was also very faint, and the color of the stone statue was also very new.
"How exactly does the court use 'incense'? The statues of gods are harvested from time to time, so why haven't the incense burners outside been replaced?"
Li Yuan was very curious but didn't show it. He took one look and turned to leave. He planned to visit other temples.
"Don't you worship God?"
Li Yuan took a glance and saw a temple priest wearing gray clothes. He looked very old, with one eye, one arm, and one leg, which was very much in the style of a ruined temple.
"How about doing some calculations instead of worshipping God?"
The one-eyed temple keeper sat behind the desk and said quietly, "No money required."
"How to calculate?"
Li Yuan took a look at him. There was no sign of weapon on the temple keeper, but his aura was lingering, as if he was strong and successful.
Well, one hammer can kill him.
"The remnant god is in front of me, I can see the fate of others, and I don't need anything."
The temple keeper grinned, and Wang Peiyao subconsciously took a step back, a little horrified.
His teeth were all broken, and even his tongue was split in half, like two little snakes.
"Oh?"
Li Yuan raised his eyebrows. Although he was a wild Taoist priest in his previous life, he had never been exposed to the fortune-telling business. Besides, was it so far-fetched?
"Then why not tell me about it."
"Ah."
The temple keeper stretched out his one arm and played with a pale white ball. After turning it around a few times, he said in a hoarse voice:
"The nobleman's spirit and soul are weak, and they cannot be scattered into a pattern, so the palace and the killing are mixed. Such scattered people are ruthless and indifferent to life...
There is water in your destiny, and water is born from metal, so you are destined to be associated with weapons, and you like swords and sharp weapons very much. It’s okay if there is no blood, but once there is blood, metal and water will be mutually exclusive, and you will be obsessed with killing..."
"Ka!" The temple keeper clenched the ball in his palm, his single eye looking like a ghostly light:
"You have a bad fate and bad luck. You are destined to die young, die suddenly, go to jail, and go to bloodshed. Tsk, this fate is really rare."
"Pooh!"
Before Li Yuan could say anything, Wang Peiyao couldn't help but scold him, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"Um……"
Li Yuan's expression did not change. He looked at the temple keeper and asked, "Would you like to sell the round bead in your hand?"
A faint scent of incense lingered around the grayish-white ball, but it didn't seem to be a weapon?
"what?"
The temple keeper was slightly startled: "No, I won't sell it."
"You can add more money."
Li Yuan pulled out the chair in front of his desk and sat down, discussing the business seriously.
“How can a guy who eats sell it?”
The temple keeper looked at Li Yuan in surprise and shook his head.
Li Yuan asked again: "Well, I want to donate something to the temple, who should I contact?"
"Donate money?"
The temple keeper's one eye lit up slightly: "How much do you want to donate?" "I saw that the incense burner outside the temple is very old, so I plan to donate an incense burner to the old man Canshen."
"incense burner?"
The one-eyed temple keeper was startled and declined politely:
"Thank you for your kindness, sir. But the incense burner has been used for hundreds of years and is also an antique. If I change it, I'm afraid old Canshen will not like it."
Li Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the temple keeper paused:
"Unless... you pay more!"
Li Yuan glanced at him, smiled and stood up:
"make a deal!"
……
After watching Li Yuan and the other two leave, the one-eyed temple priest kept twirling the ball in his palm. After a long time, he stood up, leaned on his crutch, and limped to the back of the hall.
Behind the ruined temple is a bamboo forest with houses scattered irregularly in between.
The temple keeper walked to the outside of a thatched cottage and bowed slightly:
"Helmsman."
squeak~
The door was opened, but Su Wanxiong did not come out. He asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"
"The True Master of the Divine Weapon Valley, Li Yuan, just came to the temple..."
"Li Yuan?"
Inside the house, Su Wanxiong narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the young man with excellent Qinggong skills whom he met by the river last year:
"The weapon-making genius?"
In recent times, Li Yuan has become very famous in the Divine Weapon Valley and even in the Zhelong City. He is less than twenty years old, but he can already forge top-grade famous weapons. Such a weapon-forging genius has not appeared in the Divine Weapon Valley for hundreds of years.
Even though he stayed indoors, he had heard of the man's reputation.
"It's him."
The temple keeper nodded and said, "He came to the temple, but he didn't burn incense or worship the gods. Instead, he said he wanted to donate an incense burner to replace the one outside the temple."
"Donate an incense burner?"
Su Wanxiong was slightly startled: "Just donating the incense burner? Nothing else?"
"Just donate the incense burner."
The temple keeper replied: "I heard that Li Yuan has many quirks. Not only does he like to collect weapons, he also buys boots and belts...
Well, his people have also been collecting incense burners in the past few months, but I don’t know their purpose.”
"A quirk?"
Su Wanxiong frowned slightly: "Did Snake Eyes find anything?"
"That's not the case."
The temple priest turned the ball in his palm: "The tombstone is not on him, but it seems that he has touched it before..."
"If it's not him, then it's 80,000 miles away!"
Su Wanxiong's face darkened and his eyes turned red: "How dare you take my things..."
Even from a distance, the temple keeper couldn't help but tremble in his heart and lowered his head:
"Captain, that person is eighty thousand miles away in Geyun Prefecture. I'm afraid he won't be back for a while. Without the tombstone, the Thousand Spirits Sacrifice cannot be held..."
"Even if there is no tombstone, we still have to hold the Thousand Spirits Sacrifice, but the cost will be higher."
Su Wanxiong's eyes darkened: "The leader has deduced that the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer is in one of the three wonders of the eight prefectures of Huizhou. It is very likely under that cold pond!"
"But without the tombstone, even if we hold a Thousand Spirits Ceremony, it will be hard to attract the attention of the 'gods', right?"
The one-eyed temple priest tightly grasped the gray-white ball:
"If the ritual fails, even if the Sea-Splitting Mysterious Whale Hammer is within reach, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it, let alone get it..."
"If it doesn't work once, try again a few more times! I don't believe that it won't work every time!"
Su Wanxiong took a deep breath and suppressed his restlessness:
"The Sanyuanwu army is coming. Once the two sects go to war, it will be enough for us to hold several thousand spirit sacrifices, or even ten thousand spirit sacrifices!"
"Sacrifice of All Souls!"
The one-eyed temple keeper was horrified.
"Before that, no one is allowed to move!"
Su Wanxiong slowly closed his eyes:
"As for the Divine Weapon Valley, the time for reckoning is not far away, so just be patient."
……
……
"There's something wrong with that temple priest!"
Looking back at the ruined temple, Li Yuan felt a little cold in his heart.
He didn't believe the fortune told by the temple keeper at all. It was no secret that his name contained the character "Yuan" (meaning "Yuan") and he was a genius in forging weapons.
But he seldom appears in public, and even the inner disciples on the inner island have not seen him very often. How could the temple keeper, who has difficulty moving, recognize him at a glance?
What does this mean?
This means that the old guy may have been eyeing him for a long time!
"Well, let the old boss know to collect a small amount of net first. When fishing, it's nothing to miss one or two rods occasionally. You have to raise the rod when you need to!"
Li Yuan muttered to himself.
He wasn't sure whether the temple keeper was related to some evil cult, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
After all, he wasn't the one who was struggling.
Feeling a little relieved, Li Yuan returned to the weapon forging shop. As soon as Jing Shuhu, who had a bad look on his face, showed up, he immediately told him his guess.
"It's a little suspicious when you put it that way. However, these temples are closely related, so if it's just a guess..."
Jing Shuhu glanced at him and frowned slightly.
This guy is becoming more and more like Han Chuijun. He is a little suspicious and wants to take action directly...
There is a play!
Seeing that he seemed to be somewhat interested, Li Yuan struck while the iron was hot and persuaded him:
"Whether your guess is right or not, you won't know until you take action. If you're wrong, the worst that can happen is you can apologize. But if you miss the point, it will be too late to regret it!"
"Um……"
Jing Shuhu pinched his beard:
"Let me think about it, let me think about it..."
(End of this chapter)