Turns Out I’m a Great Cultivator

Luo Huang was a little apprehensive, explained immediately, and said, "Mr. Li, we didn't know you were back, so we didn't invite you."

Li Nianfan smiled and said, "I did come back not long ago, but I just happened to catch up, Luohuang don't have to feel guilty."

Only then did Luo Huang feel relieved, but his face was still flushed, wishing he could slap himself twice.

Even if I know that the master is not at home, but on the eve of the establishment of the Town God's Temple, I still have to go and have a look, maybe the master will come back, my sincerity is not in place, alas!

"Meet sir."

Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang saluted Li Nianfan at the same time.

The two of them seemed extremely excited, they stood upright, and bowed a ninety-degree bow solemnly.

One is a generation of emperors, and the other is a great contemporary Confucian, but they maintain a deep respect for Li Nianfan. This is not pretending, but from the heart.

Zhou Yunwu said excitedly: "Sir, I represent the people of the whole country, thank you!"

Meng Junliang also said at the same time, "Sir, on behalf of all the bachelors, thank you!"

The status of the two of them among mortals is naturally entrusted by the underworld. Moreover, the entrusted dream is still at the level of black and white impermanence. From their mouths, I learned that the Town God's Temple was established by an expert.

When mentioning a master, the first thing they thought of was Mr. Li, so they asked specifically, and the answer they got was indeed Mr. Li!

Immediately, his admiration for Mr. Li reached its peak, and most importantly, the establishment of the Town God's Temple was of great benefit to both Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang.

One is to allow ordinary people to live and work in peace and contentment, and the other is to give hope to contemporary Confucians.

Once a great Confucian governs well, is loved by the people and enshrined, he may be recognized by the local government after death and become the local city god. What an exciting thing this is.

All in all, the Town God's Temple is a bridge between mortals and the underworld, a win-win situation!

Li Nianfan waved his hand, "Okay, you don't have to thank me, I'm just offering an idea."

Luo Huang hurriedly said: "Sir, you came at the right time. In the entire Luoxian City, you are the most popular inscription!"

Just now, everyone was still discussing who should write the inscription. This is a big deal, not only about mortals, but even communicating with ghosts and gods in the underworld. It can be said to be a big deal.

In fact, no matter who wrote the inscription, they were all dissatisfied in their hearts. They seemed to be discussing, but they were actually entangled with each other.

Meng Junliang handed the pen to Li Nianfan and said, "Mr. Li, I'll give you the pen, and I'll grind the ink for you!"

Li Nianfan didn't refuse. With his current status, he was indeed qualified to write an inscription, so he took the pen and stood aside.

The plaque has been finished, but the only thing missing is a pair of couplets in the Town God's Temple.

Don't underestimate this couplet. This is the real face of the city god. It must have a deep meaning, not only to include the world, but also to connect with the underworld.

Words must be good, but also have a background.

Li Nianfan looked at the Town God's Temple behind him, and then looked up at the people below.

There were a lot of people at the scene, three floors inside and three floors outside, but at this moment, they all consciously quieted down, looking at Li Nianfan eagerly.

Li Nianfan met everyone's earnest eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up at the distant world.

But in the distance, it is covered with snow, connecting the sky and the earth, and further away, I don't know what happened to the mirror-like Jingyue Lake.

The height here is high enough to overlook the lake and mountains in the distance, that is, the City God, illuminated by the lights of thousands of families at night, has the responsibility of petitioning for the people.

Just write it!

The paper has already been prepared and spread out on the table.

Li Nianfan wrote slowly.

Because it is relatively formal, the technique is not fast. The handwriting is only slightly scribbled, which is considered neat, but there is a peculiar charm in it, which makes people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

The people in the audience couldn't see the words, they were looking at Li Nianfan, they could only feel that he was elegant and elegant, his strokes were indescribably free and easy, his body seemed to be covered with a faint gleam, full of holy meaning, the city god It has actually become its background, and people can't help but feel admiration.

On the stage, Meng Junliang and the others stared at the copybook, feeling that every word seemed to come alive, representing a strong will.

Especially Meng Junliang, it was not the first time he saw Li Nianfan writing, and he took Li Nianfan as his ultimate pursuit, but every time he saw Li Nianfan writing, he would have different feelings in his heart, ashamed of himself, ashamed of himself.

Such a miracle, can I achieve it in my life? Even if I can only write one word in this life!

"Eight hundred miles of lakes and mountains, I know what year the picture is, and all the fireworks from a hundred thousand families will return to this tower."

The last word... Success!

"Buzz!"

There was a sudden ripple between the sky and the earth, as if some kind of rule was being forcibly changed, and a mighty mighty sky suddenly fell, even freezing the space here.

Ordinary people only feel a sense of suffocation, but the hairs all over the body of the immortal cultivator are standing on end, and the heart is jumping.

They saw the sky at the same time, and at the same time their bodies shook, their eyes widened.

However, a dazzling golden light fell from the sky, not only came from nowhere, but it was extremely fast, and it hit the Chenghuang Temple straight!

In an instant, the entire Town God's Temple was enveloped, and the original simple color seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, which was so dazzling that it hurt people's eyes.

Luck!

Good luck!

Just like when the emperor was established, Confucianism and Taoism were established at that time, and Buddhism was preached at that time, another wave of great luck descended, this time... the city god was established!

The monstrous luck was like a tidal wave, rippling towards the surroundings, coating the entire Luoxian City with a layer of gold. Naturally, ordinary people couldn't see such a vision, but the immortal cultivators present suffocated at the same time. Almost fainted.

I actually witnessed this grand scene that is hard to come by in ten thousand years!

At the same time, in the underworld.

Po Meng stood in the main hall, black and white impermanence stood on both sides, and there were many ghost messengers who were very busy, going from house to house to give people dreams.

Granny Meng held the Book of Life and Death in her hand, placed the book on the high hall of the main hall, and said, "The Book of Life and Death has the effect of judging life and death. It is like a guide. Now that it is back in the underworld, it will be much more convenient for the soul arrest in the future."

Hei Wuchang said: "It's a pity that there are still not enough manpower in the underworld. Even if we know the time of death, there are not enough manpower to send there."

Meng Po sighed softly and said, "How effective is the dream?"

"Grandmother, City God Temples have already been built in many places in the mortal world, but... the City God has never been seen before..."

Bai Wuchang paused for a moment, and then said bitterly: "We seem to have no right to set up one now."

If it was the previous underworld, the establishment of the city god could still be done, just give the official positions and responsibilities, and then slowly operate. But now, the underworld has already fallen apart, and many responsibilities will naturally be taken back. its corresponding approval.

In this way, it will make the city god more child's play.

To give a simple example, the previous Jifu was an institution recognized by the Dao of Heaven and was authoritative, but now, it is obviously not working anymore, and it has become a folk sect in nature, which is related to the issue of whether there is an organization or not.

After all, since the City God has been established, ghost messengers need to sit in the mortal world.

And since it is not recognized, the City God's steward cannot be regarded as a real ghost, and it is not suitable to stay in the mortal world for a long time.

Very contradictory.

At this moment, the whole underworld suddenly shook!

A golden light crashed into the underworld without any warning. This golden light was extremely rich and spread to every corner of the underworld. Wherever it was illuminated, it seemed like a lotus was growing every step of the way, causing huge changes in the entire underworld. .

The book of life and death placed on the high platform was illuminated by the golden light, and the originally dark self gradually turned golden. Beside it, the writing brush also slowly floated up, and the tip of the writing brush turned from black to black. Gold!

The golden light continued to shine, and began to overflow from the hall to other places in the underworld.

"Wow, boom!"

In addition to the Styx River, there was another sound of water in the underworld.

The water flow was fast, as if there were turbulent waves beating the waves, bombarding everyone's ears over and over again.

The familiar voice made all the ghosts tremble, as if their souls had left their bodies, and their faces turned into statues with expressions of surprise and joy.

Bai Wuchang was a little incoherent, and said in a trembling voice: "Mother... mother-in-law, then... is that... Huang Quan's voice?"

"It's Huangquan, definitely the sound of Huangquan water!" Po Meng was more excited than everyone else, with tears in her eyes, "Old lady, I have listened to Huangquan water for countless years, and I can't be wrong, Huangquan has started to flow again!"

She took quick steps and walked towards the periphery of the underworld.

Here, Taotao's Huangquan water is flowing. The Huangquan, which was already a stagnant water, is now gradually glowing with vitality. The golden light is like the light of the sun, pouring down, illuminating the entire Huangquan water.

Huangquan is what people call Jiuquan, which is the destination of the dead.

After a person dies, the soul will be led to the underworld, stay temporarily, and go to reincarnation along the lead of the Bana flower, but after the catastrophe, the underworld water withered, and the soul then turned into the fierce Styx.

Many ghost messengers stood beside the Yellow Spring, looking at the surging Yellow Spring water with blurred eyes, and suddenly felt a dreamlike feeling, as if... everything came back again.

At the same time, beside the yellow spring water, rows of flowers withered and blackened, with only rhizomes left, also glowed with vitality, and then bloomed one after another.

The other shore flower!

The fiery red flowers of the other shore, like the setting sun stained with blood, began to bloom piece by piece along the way, spreading out with the earth as the picture scroll.

"Flowers bloom on the other shore, flowers bloom on the other shore; flowers bloom without leaves, but leaves grow without flowers; flowers and leaves cherish each other, and will never be seen again." Meng Po whispered, "beautiful, so beautiful!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Above the Yellow Spring, not far away, the broken bridge began to roar, as if there was a rainbow hanging high, and the broken gravel seemed to be reversed in time, and began to reconnect little by little!

PS: This kind of text is completely different from fighting monsters and upgrading and pretending to face the face. I don’t have any routines that I can learn from. I can only think on my own, so I often get stuck.

In order not to disappoint the readers, every time I finish a session, I will carefully conceive the next session. Cavin's feeling...is really uncomfortable. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as not thinking about food and tea , fortunately, I have been stabilizing the update.

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