The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Chapter 177

After finishing speaking, Gou Mang kept his hands on his hands, and after the thirteen seals of locking the dragon took effect, a stone tablet was drilled out of the soil in front of the mountain, with the word "Fu Long" written on it.At the same time, a bamboo stick flew out from Goumang's wide sleeve, and it fell right into the Ji acupoint on Shaotong Mountain.

Vigorous and gushing out, the bamboo sticks took root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a single tree became a forest. But in an instant, Shaotong Mountain was covered by a vast bamboo forest.In the bamboo forest, a phantom of a woman in green clothes walked out, she bowed to Jumang, then walked back into the bamboo forest and disappeared.

Shen Zhongyu watched this scene from the side, but asked: "Dare to ask the great god, what is the meaning of this?"

"Bamboo can calm the mind, so I will use the bamboo forest to cleanse the dragon's veins. Originally, the mountain god here was lucky enough to get the right fruit, but at this moment it is not possible." Gou Mang said while looking at Shen Zhongyu with condemnation in his eyes.

"May I ask why?" Shen Zhongyu felt that something was wrong and asked immediately.

"It is my bamboo staff that has fallen into the acupoint of the Lingshu of this mountain. This bamboo will replace the unformed mountain god and become the master of this mountain until I take it back."

"Why?" Zhang Zhihe looked at the dense bamboo forest and asked in puzzlement.

Gou Mang looked at the two of them, sighed, and said: "You really don't understand?" She thought for a while and said: "In ancient times, mortals regarded blood sacrifices to gods as a common thing. Of course, they usually use slaves. Although the flesh and blood of these slaves will benefit the gods, the hatred and curses before their death will seriously affect the sanity of the gods. I don’t know how many gods addicted to blood sacrifices have fallen. "Speaking of this, she lowered her eyebrows, looking solemn and sad.

When Shen Zhongyu heard the words, he knew that he had almost ruined the path of the mountain god. He was convinced and bowed deeply to her: "I was wrong. How about this? There is no temple on this mountain. I will build a temple for the mountain god. How about it?"

Hearing this, Gou Mang smiled slightly, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg in an instant, or like the brightest star in the night sky, disappearing in an instant, and said: "You don't need to come, I will."

"Then I will congratulate his temple for three years." Shen Zhongyu said, "I will serve incense for him for three years to redeem my past."

"I'm with sir." Zhang Zhihe said immediately.

"I will stay here too." Chu Fengge nodded.

"You guys have a heart." Gou Mang nodded, "Then let's start."

When everyone landed on the top of the mountain, Jumang looked at the wind and water, waved his hand, and the bamboo that had been rooted in the mountain immediately jumped out by itself, bouncing and bouncing to form a three-way bamboo fence courtyard, and then yellow With mud and white ash attached to it, the bamboo house became a house with white walls and black tiles in an instant.

Gou Mang led the people in, while adding what was missing in the temple. After a while, the statues, incense tables, futons, etc. in the front hall, as well as the wing rooms for pilgrims, and the small garden in the backyard were all ready.There are clusters of flowers everywhere, and the fragrance is fragrant.

After reading it once, Shen Zhongyu said: "There is still a stone step left, I will do it."

Gou Mang looked at him when he heard the words, Shen Zhongyu said: "I will sweep out a stone step with my own hands."

"Okay." Gou Mang said: "I want to start the sacrificial dance, enlighten the spirit."

"Qi Ling?" Zhang Zhihe said, "Can we watch from the sidelines?"

"Whatever you want." Gou Mang said, and entered the backyard.Half a day later, she came out in a set of pale yellow sacrificial robes, on which was a picture of the shape of the mountain. Although she was slender, she looked solemn and solemn. When she came to the empty altar, she lowered her eyes and washed her hands. incense.The three of them watched from the side, and couldn't help but put their hands in their wide sleeves solemnly, and stood aside without saying a word.

Gou Mang gave a deep bow to the altar, then backed away in small steps, her dancing steps were slow and lovely, her figure turned around, her wide skirt and sleeves flew together, like camellias blooming in an instant, her slender, white neck and high raised The jade arm of the flower is the stamen.

"Come out of the clouds and return to the wind, stir the springs to flow waves. Come out of the clouds and be deserted, and return to the wind to blow up; stir the springs to be cold, and flow to the waves. Soup. Jiamu is raised up, and the shade is wide..." The sentence is delicate and tender His voice rang out, and with the turbulent breeze, the bamboo leaves outside the window rustled like a harmony.Chu Fengge looked at the petite figure and the flying golden dress in front of him, and couldn't help thinking about it. He thought that many years ago, he also stood in another temple and watched people dance to sacrifice to the gods.

That was Yun Zhongjun who was still in the Golden Core stage. At that time, he had just succeeded the title of Yun Zhongjun, so he naturally had to offer sacrifices in person.The young man with red lips and white teeth was wrapped in a bright red sacrificial robe painted with sun patterns, walked up to him, and said with a smile: "This is my nephew?" At that time, the mother was still there, and she stood aside, and said with a smile: "Yes, Fenghuang'er Call uncle quickly."

Chu Fengge was lost in thought, and just about to open his mouth, he suddenly felt startled, collected himself, and saw the scene in front of him: Jumang had just stopped, and he drew his sleeves and bowed to the altar again.At the same time, there was a thunderbolt in the sky, the sky became dark all of a sudden, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the shaking trees outside the window were like ghost shadows, and the whirring sound was even more like ghost crying.

This is the seal of the ghosts and goblins in the world who sensed that someone had to seal the gods and came to snatch the gods.The three of them looked at each other, leaving Shen Zhongyu guarding in the room, Chu Fengge and Zhang Zhihe merged their swords as soon as they went out, charged into it, and slayed demons.

After a few moments, the sky cleared.The wind came from outside, and it seemed to be whirling around on the altar, and everyone seemed to see a young man with a vague figure, smiling and saluting to Jumang.

The breeze dissipated, leaving a vivid and lifelike portrait of a smiling boy on the altar.After a long time, Chu Fengge let out a long sigh and said, "Is this the mountain god here?" Shen Zhongyu, who was about to speak, looked at Chu Fengge in surprise, without saying anything, and pulled Zhang Zhihe beside him by the way.

Gou Mang heard the words, looked at Chu Fengge, and said, "Exactly." She hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, "Who are you looking at? You don't look like someone who believes in gods."

Chu Fengge said with a little embarrassment: "My uncle, he also practiced Shinto."

"Oh." Gou Mang said, "The matter is over, do you want to stay?"

"Of course, my apprentice made mistakes, and I have to reflect on myself."

"Yeah." Gou Mang said in a low voice, "I know. I'm going to be a director too. It's a very bad thing. I'll come to you when I'm done with it, okay?"

"My luck."

"En." Gou Mang nodded vigorously, "I'm leaving." As soon as the words fell, Gou Mang's petite figure disappeared in place, and the scorching sun penetrated from the door and sprinkled on the ground. A robe as yellow as gold.

Shen Zhongyu and Zhang Zhihe looked at each other, and said, "We have to work too." After thinking for a while, the silk robe with a black background and silver lines and cloud patterns on his body turned into a simple linen robe. Take out a broom and go to the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the foot of the mountain was still overgrown with weeds, and there was no road, but when he swept it, a stone step appeared under the broom.Shen Zhongyu found it interesting at the beginning, listening to the chirping of birds and cicadas in the mountains, and occasionally passing by the mountain stream, he could hear the murmur of running water, like playing a piano, and Zhang Zhihe who followed him step by step.

When he got to the middle of the mountain, he felt a little bored, the stone steps at the end could not be swept away, the noisy cicadas in his ears, and the unchanging mountains and forests.He stopped, looked back, and found a long mountain road stretching behind him. At this time, it had gone from a bright day to a sky full of clouds, and it was actually dusk. He saw the sun pillow on the soft bed halfway up the mountain On the cloud, before falling, he couldn't help exhaling a long breath, and turned back to continue.

But when the sky was full of stars, he suddenly raised his head and saw the temple gate in front of him, but he was neither happy nor sad, peaceful and safe. He stepped over the threshold, cleansed his hands and burned incense, and then he turned his head and said to Zhang Zhihe: "I should thank God Goumang for his teaching."

Zhang Zhihe also said in a daze: "Exactly, this section of the road should be called Xinxin Road."

"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times, so as not to stir up dust." Shen Zhongyu remembered the Buddhist verse, and said, "We still need to do more self-examination."

"Ah."

But in the Hai family in the upper realm, unlike the peaceful temple in Zhushan, the temple dedicated to Jumang was very lively.Almost the entire Hai family, as long as they could crawl, crowded into the temple, hoping to please God Jumang, who had recently re-enthroned as a god.

Earlier, the vision of God Jumang had spread throughout the Three Realms, and the Hai family didn't know about it, but unfortunately, no matter how they prayed, Jumang never responded.And today, God Jumang finally answered their prayers.Such news made them ecstatic. Even the old and indifferent head of the Hai family couldn't help being excited when the Great God returned. Now, our Hai family should be the hegemony of the eight families.

Gou Mang's spiritual consciousness was attached to the statue, and he looked coldly at the Hai family who were running around and telling each other. For some reason, he felt a deep sadness. Their prayers ran counter to my proposition.

In her long memory, she once knelt down piously under the statue of the gods and asked for the blessings of the gods. Compared with the cunning and ghostly believers in front of her, she could only let out a long sigh. They no longer need gods. .

Her memory has long since faded, and the emotions contained in her memory cannot shake her. Although she has inherited the memory and priesthood of Jumang from the past, she has no similarities in personality and hobbies. It can be said that she is another Jumang.It's just that as a god, the shared emotions made her feel sad.

When she saw Hai Rouzhi crouching down in front of her statue, begging for God's favor, Gou Mang couldn't bear it anymore and stepped off the altar.Everyone at the scene saw the wood-plastic god statue come to life in an instant, transformed from a kind-faced young woman into a delicate and indifferent girl, they held their breath and calmed down, secretly envious of Hai Rouzhi's luck, she He actually got the favor of the Great God.

Hairou's pretty face couldn't help showing joy, she looked at Jumang full of expectation, her eyes were shining like a star.

Gou Mang looked at her, but said coldly: "From now on, you are no longer my blessing."