I didn't intend to be a Fairy

The world is a vast expanse of white, but it is not pure white, but a textured white with a slight hint of gray, like the depths of an endless fog.

The white mist is still moving with the wind.

In the depths of the fog sat a young Taoist, dressed in a washed white Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged, and the white mist swirled around him.

Suddenly, a divine light came to the world.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a god appeared in the mist.

He is a rough and coquettish middle-aged man, with loose hair and a beard, wearing a classic and gorgeous robe, with a restrained look, casual and casual, and elegant.

"Shenjun, long time no see."

As soon as Song You saw him, he got up and saluted.

"I can't remember how long it has been." Yue Wang Shenjun stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him, "I remember you sarcastic about me."

"It's been six or seven years. For the gods, it may be just a flick of a finger, but for ordinary people like me, it's been long enough." Song You's expression was very calm, but he subconsciously ignored the king of Yue. The second half of the sentence, "It has been six or seven years, and I have walked through half of Yan, and the most impressive thing is the demeanor of the gods."

"Let's be honest, what's the matter with the successor of Fulongguan inviting me?" Yuewang Shenjun said bluntly, "You are really far away."

"It's not because I'm far away, it's because there are too few god statues in the temple of the gods."

"You still dare to mock me?"

"No."

As Song You said, he waved his hand, and a table appeared in front of him: "Shen Jun, please sit down and talk."

"..."

Yuewang Shenjun looked at him with his hands behind his back for a moment, then sat down.

But after sitting down, he looked left and right, only to feel a vast expanse of whiteness, and said: "You have neither scenery nor tea here, isn't it boring to sit?"

"I'm not proficient in the method of dream creation, so I can only do this."

"Let me add some."

After Yuewang Shenjun finished speaking, he waved his hand.

The fog under him dissipated immediately, revealing a green hill.

The green hills have gentle curves, and the green grass is like silk, all of which are blown to one direction by the wind.

The white mist around them also dissipated, revealing an old pine tree, which looked like a bonsai, bent down towards them, and the protruding branches were like a pavilion, just blocking their heads.

The white mist in the distance was also blown away by the wind, and what appeared were mountains, one after another, or as high as the sky, all vague and unreal, like ink. There is nothing between the mountains and below these mountains, only the dense fog that could not be dispersed. It seems that everything is in the fog, and it seems to be in the sky.

There was a faint light above the head, like the sun, the light penetrated through the fog, but did not penetrate completely.

When Song You lowered his head, there were more tea sets on the table.

For a while, the two seemed to be sitting and talking to each other in a painting.

"God is a good means."

"Immortals, it's common to entrust dreams to mortals, and more or less they will have some magical means to create dreams and convey dreams." Yuewang Shenjun is very open-minded, "I am not the most powerful, I heard that the most powerful, can weave it is also true. A dream that is also false, is false, but also true.”

"I have seen such a god before."

"I have seen two of them before." Yue Wang Shenjun said, "One is the dream god of the heavenly palace, and the other is a god on the ground. As far as the attainments in dream spells are concerned, they are almost the same."

"I don't know the one on the ground that the god said..."

"Under Yunding Mountain."

"In Mirror Island Lake."

The two immediately looked at each other and smiled.

Yuewang Shenjun poured tea from the pot with an elegant gesture.

Song You silently looked at his old man.

Yuewang Shenjun is undoubtedly an ancient god.

Unlike young gods like Zhou Leigong, people in the world still remember Zhou Leigong's appearance, but they may not remember his real face, so the statues of Zhou Leigong in the Leigong Temple are somewhat similar. It's hard to say whether the score is seven or eight. And even the oldest statue of Yuewang Shenjun in Yizhou has lost the true appearance of the god in the changing times and aesthetic changes.

Yuewang Shenjun is undoubtedly another free and easy god.

Unlike those pragmatic gods who would change their appearance according to the world's imagination, aesthetics, and needs, he didn't even want to wear the official robes of the gods, and only wore ordinary clothes.

Song You thought of those elegant people in ancient books and poems. It was a relatively primitive and simple era, and elegance was also a serious elegance. Today's celebrities and elegant scholars are actually like this. They are particular in some places and casual in others, but they only learned the essence of that era.

A mountain wind from nowhere blows his hair.

Although full of beards, he is also extremely romantic.

"Please drink tea."

Yuewang Shenjun handed the tea to Song You.

Song You also raised his glass to drink it.

Very classic taste.

"Good tea..."

"Let's be honest, why did you ask me to come here? I've been neglecting worldly affairs for many years, so don't let me guess." Yue Wang Shenjun said, "If you need help, since you are from the same hometown, the ancestors of your family also have help." Many have dealt with me, as long as it is not too much, I am willing to help."

"Does the god know the underworld?"

"It's not that closed."

"Please ask the god to sit in the underworld and be the ghost emperor of the underworld."

"..."

Yuewang Shenjun put down his teacup, almost got up and left, then stared at him with a frown:

"Don't play tricks on me!"

"hehe……"

Song You smiled, and then said, "I don't know what the gods are in charge of?"

"This seat is in charge of everything."

"ah……"

Then it doesn't matter.

Just like Xianweng.

No matter what you ask for, you can go to pray, but almost none of them will work. Whether you go to pray or not depends on your mood.

"The people in Yizhou respect the gods, so the gods keep burning incense, but the gods are an emperor, and only the incense in Yizhou can support the emperor's dharma body? The gods have great supernatural powers, and these incenses can Can it sustain the divine power of the god?" Song You said, "Besides, in my opinion, the incense of the god is also decreasing year by year, right?"

"If you don't want to give, if you don't give up, if you don't give up, if you want less, if you die, you will ask for it. I have already made a lot of money."

"I'm not joking." Song You said, "I sincerely want to ask the god to sit in the underworld and be the ghost emperor of the underworld."

"How do you convince me?"

"The belief of Yin Ling is also belief, not to mention becoming a ghost emperor, there are many beliefs in the world, this is not limited to Yizhou, but the whole world." Song You paused, "The most important thing is..."

Yuewang Shenjun frowned and stared at him.

"Although the ghost emperor is supreme in the underworld, he doesn't need to worry about political affairs, and he has no real power. The operation of the entire underworld has to be taken care of by his subordinates. At that time, the gods will be the same as now. They don't need to do anything, just sit Just enjoy the incense."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"I admire the demeanor of the gods."

"This seat knows."

Yue Wang Shenjun looked at him, smiled and said: "You have taken a liking to my lazy temperament..."

"It's the demeanor of a god." Song You bowed his head and said sincerely, "He is free and unrestrained, has integrity and character, has virtue, supernatural powers, and an upright temper."

"May Tiangong agree?"

"How can you disagree?"

"Really do nothing?"

"If you want to do what you say, do a little bit." Song You said.

"explain!"

"It's to protect the underworld, to ensure the normal operation of the underworld, to ensure that the affairs of the underworld are determined by the ghosts, and not to be intruded by gods, Buddhas and monsters." Song You said sincerely.

"..."

Yue Wang Shenjun was obviously moved, but he frowned after hearing these words.

"Not to be infested by gods, Buddhas and monsters? The Heavenly Palace is powerful, and the Western Heaven is also developing rapidly. If they insist on intervening, how can I stop it by myself?"

"God, don't worry."

Song You was not in a hurry, holding a tea cup and said:

"Firstly, the gods and gods have great supernatural powers and boundless mana. They are also the gods of the heavenly palace and the gods of the emperor. If you want to send people to the underworld, the gods represent the heavenly palace, and the heavenly palace depends on the gods to control the underworld, so how can you make things difficult for the gods? The gods rely on the heavenly palace, so what can Buddhism do?"

Yuewang Shenjun was thoughtful.

"Three times, the gods are the ghost emperors, but they are not idle jobs. Their status in the Tiangong is rapidly rising, and the power of incense and fire in the yin and yang realms is increasing rapidly, and the two phases are growing. Who dares to provoke the gods?" Thinking about something, he just said to himself, as if he didn't give him time to think, "Fourth, the current ghost city on earth is built by the people below, and the underworld in the future will also be formed by condensing the ghost city on earth, most likely I will do it here, and I will leave the means to help the gods."

"What means? How to help?"

There are too many questions in Yue Wang Shenjun's mind at this time, but the time is too short, so that he only has time to ask the most important one.

"The ghost city on earth, the underworld on earth, the heaven and the earth are different from the mortal world, and also different from the heavenly palace. As long as the ghost emperor can get a few halls of ghost kings to help him, this world will be the world of the ghost emperor, how about it?"

"..."

"My lord, it's almost dawn."

"Can Tiangong really agree?"

"When I invited my Yan'er to look for the god, the Heavenly Palace was sending an envoy to the lower realm to talk to me."

"What did the envoy say?"

"No objection."

What Song You said was also true.

Shenjun fell into silence and thought again.

But at this time only the preacher said:

"Actually, what I said above is all true, but it is also to persuade the gods, but the real reason is that the gods of the heavenly palace did not care about the life and death of the ghosts in the underworld before. The power of incense, but I really don’t want to hand over this position to a group of immoral gods who will do anything for the power of incense. Yin spirits also have life.”

This sentence is full of sincerity.

Even the Taoist put down his teacup after finishing speaking, stood up, and bowed deeply to Yuewang Shenjun: "I only believe in Shenjun, and there is no other candidate except Shenjun."

"..."

Yuewang Shenjun was stunned for a moment, and then his expression gradually became serious. He also put down his teacup, stood up and helped him, and then gave him a deep salute, and replied:

"This seat... agrees!"

"Thank you, Lord God."

"Trust is the most important thing to live up to your trust."

In the dream, there are many mountains and shadows, which seem real and unreal, the wind blows and the fog moves, the grass is like silk, the tea table under the pine is steaming, and the Taoist and the god are saluting. If it can be frozen, it will be a good painting.