kingnovel Chapter 131 The surname spontaneously builds a temple for the river god
Chapter 131 The surname spontaneously builds a temple for the river god
Filling port.
Yang Jiao's tears were still wet on her face as she glanced sideways at the handful of water in her palm.
The river god's particularly weak face appeared on the gentle ripples, his voice still soothing:
"Why did you stop crying when you saw me?"
She chuckled softly, thinking to herself:
I should have stopped crying.
Yang Jiao gently released the water back into the river, then scooped up another handful to wash her face. But the face she scooped up still bore the mark of the River God. She frowned.
"Stop playing, I want to clean myself up."
Only then did the river god reveal a helpless smile, and asked in confusion:
“I don’t know how this happened… My physical body dissipated, and my primordial spirit was on the verge of shattering as well. Fortunately, you released a lotus, which created a barrier in this water area, allowing my primordial spirit to dissolve within the mouth of the stream…”
Yang Jiao finally understood.
It must have been that after the river god perished along with the treacherous waters, he had no physical body and could only rely on the spiritual energy of the Purple Lotus to reside in the waters of Guankou. She hurriedly asked:
"Then how can I save you?"
As water flows on, the river god cannot remain without a physical form forever.
Even immortals with only the primordial spirit will not make any further progress in their cultivation.
and……
In the future, when people fetch a bucket of water to cook rice at home, a human face will suddenly emerge from the bucket, its squinting eyes smiling as it asks:
"Hardworking people!"
How terrifying!
Yang Jiao dared not imagine that scene, fearing that the river god would be exorcised as a demon.
He immediately said:
"I'll go find Master Taiyi to sculpt a portrait of you; he's experienced."
Yang Jiao got up, intending to head towards the Golden Light Cave.
But then they saw a group of people suddenly emerge on the Guankou Bridge. They were all young and strong, holding hoes and shovels, with determined expressions on their faces.
She took a step forward without making a sound, then turned back and quietly asked:
"You didn't scare someone while they were getting water, did you?"
The river god felt wronged and was torn between dispersing and scattering amidst the ripples on the water.
At this time,
Suddenly, the people on the bridge surged toward where Yang Jiao was standing in a great wave of activity:
"That's it! I saw a deity walk into the water and turn into light and disappear!"
"The one who will save us must be a deity here."
Yang Jiao took several steps back, only to see the people spontaneously come forward, start shoveling soil, carefully remove the impurities from the soil, and then draw a bucket of water from the river.
Yang Jiao looked at the face in the bucket and reached out to stop him:
What are you going to do?
Among the crowd, a local gentryman who had emerged from Guanjiang Estuary, somewhat elderly and hunched over, sighed and said to Yang Jiao:
“Young girl, you are too young to understand. I saw with my own eyes that the black mist in the black water was enveloped by the light of that deity. Several of us gentry from the town have discussed it together and decided to sculpt a golden statue for the Guankou River God!”
Golden statue!
Temples for gods are mostly made of clay and wood, but this river god has somehow managed to be treated like a Buddhist deity!
Yang Jiao was envious!
Without saying anything more, he watched as the people brought up a bucket of water containing the spirit of the river god...
Strong laborers poured water onto the soil and stirred it with shovels. Some villagers who didn't bring any tools also wanted to help, and they started mixing the mud with their hands or feet.
The river god's squinty face scattered and then gathered again in the soil, and a big foot kicked his face only to be cut off by a shovel.
Yang Jiao looked up at the sky and spread his hands, saying:
"Now that there's a golden statue, what's wrong with stepping on it a few times?"
She wasn't jealous.
When Nezha was resurrected, he was still made of clay by the hands of Taiyi Zhenren. The River God had even attained a golden body, truly beloved by the people.
In the soil, the river god reached out one hand towards Yang Jiao, but before it could fully extend, it was pulled back and buried in the soil by the people's actions. She could only hear a faint sound:
"Yang~Jiao~na~"
Yang Jiao snorted and turned her head away, filled with envy.
From an angle unseen by the river god, she smiled with her eyes crinkling, how lovely.
The clay statue created by the people's will and then sculpted into a golden body should have a greater will than the acquired statue of Nezha.
Every step he took, starting with mixing the mud, reflected the reverence humans held for him. It's likely that before long, the River God will have a physical form, one that's easier to cultivate than his previous one.
Dozens of people chimed in, saying:
"Cut down trees, cut down more trees, and build a river god temple by the bridge so that everyone can come and offer incense."
"Yes, yes, the local gentry are very thoughtful."
“I’ll go. I’m strong. I brought an axe. I’ll go chop down the tree.”
Yang Jiao looked on with satisfaction at what the people had done spontaneously for the River God, and walked toward the Yang family home with a warm feeling in her heart.
Behind them, the murmurs of the people continued:
“Before I came here, I passed by the riverbank and saw two particularly large trees, so we went to cut them down together.”
"I remember! It was a peach tree and a willow tree."
"Peach and willow trees are good, they are both good for warding off evil spirits. Quickly cut them down. If there aren't enough to build a temple, dig up the roots too."
Yang Jiao stroked the Jingwei in the Bagua Cloud Handkerchief and felt that the people were all good people.
The river god protects them, and they can also bring the river god back to life in their own way.
just perfect.
only……
Something seems off.
What kind of trees were they saying they were going to cut down?
Yang Jiao was suddenly pecked on the palm. She looked down and called out urgently:
"Jingwei!"
There is a hole in the Bagua Cloud Light Cloth, which was broken when it was used to protect Marshal Tianpeng from the lightning tribulation.
Just then, Jingwei found them, and a tiny head popped out, drawing Yang Jiao's attention to her.
The little bird was still somewhat weak, but its head curiously looked around. Seeing the river and the people on both sides, it suddenly cried out anxiously:
"Jingwei, Jingwei, Jingwei..."
Yang Jiao stroked her head tenderly and whispered:
"They won't drown, don't worry."
Right now, things are really getting busy.
Jingwei's primordial spirit may be less than one-tenth intact, making normal communication impossible. Apart from her longevity, she is not much different from other birds.
Moreover, his magical artifacts had all suffered varying degrees of damage after experiencing the lightning tribulation and the Nine-Headed Willow.
The only truly usable item left is the Treasure-Falling Coin in the Boshan Furnace, which belongs to someone else and would cause the user to stumble and fall – the risk is far too great!
Yang Jiao was gripped by fear of insufficient firepower.
The jade branch was damaged, the Bagua Cloud Light Cloth was torn, and the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Blades were reduced to scrap metal.
Thinking about who in the Three Realms could repair magical artifacts, the first person that comes to mind is:
"Laozi!"
This man was a renowned master of alchemy and weapon crafting. He even gifted Marshal Tianpeng his Nine-Toothed Rake. Furthermore, he forged the Iron Needle that stabilized the seas for Yu the Great.
But he couldn't even see the green ox spirit tied up in front of his door, let alone Laozi.
She murmured, then uttered another name:
"Taoist Duobao".
This person later went to Buddhism and became the Tathagata. Whether in his present or future identity, he is not someone I can easily meet.
Yang Jiao settled for second best. Apart from Laozi, one of the Three Pure Ones, and Duobao Daoren, there was only one other person who was also skilled in refining magic weapons, and he even knew him.
That was Yun Zhongzi.
Although, perhaps, possibly, probably... the magical artifacts he crafts might be somewhat unreliable.
However, Yang Jiao still had faith in his repair abilities. It wasn't like she was asking him to create a replica of a magic weapon; it was just to fix it.
Yang Jiao comforted herself:
"It shouldn't be a big problem, right?"