Seeing the old monk Baiyun fainting, Huang Shaohong shook his head amusedly and angrily. What kind of monk is this? Why does he look more out of place than himself?

Why do you use essence and blood to refine it? Why do you want to harm the world? Shouldn't it be so exaggerated?

Who can't see that this 'apricot yellow flag' is a magic weapon? If it is stained with your essence and blood, I'm afraid you will really refine it and recognize it as its master and take it for your own use.

And what Huang Shaohong found most amusing was that the old monk Baiyun was clearly on the verge of fainting, but he relied on his willpower to keep himself from fainting, insisting on taking advantage of this 'apricot-yellow flag'.

How fucking greedy is this!

I don’t know how the old monk cultivated such pure Buddhist teachings. I’m really puzzled.

Huang Shaohong turned his head and looked into the large pit that had been smashed by the rat demon before. The gravel at the bottom of the pit was covered with dark scorch marks, which were obviously the marks of lightning strikes.

Looking towards the temple door again, I saw that the doors and windows of the mountain temple had been smashed into pieces, leaving only a lot of blackened wood on the ground.

Recalling the previous thunderstorm that seemed to have the power to destroy the heaven and earth, if a mountain god had not appeared to block it, with the speed of thunder and lightning, he might not even have time to summon his pet, and he would be in trouble.

Huang Shaohong felt that although he could be resurrected and the mountain god blocked Jilei mostly to protect himself, he was the kind of person who was good to me and I was good to you.

Not to mention receiving a drop of kindness from others and repaying it with a gushing spring, but he has received this kindness.

Therefore, in gratitude to the mountain god for blocking the thunder, Huang Shaohong planned to tidy up the dilapidated mountain temple while it was still dark and he was not sleepy. It was also his own intention.

The two monks Baiyun and Shifang were unconscious on the ground. Huang Shaohong checked them and saw that their injuries were not serious, so he dragged them to the corner of the mountain temple and asked them, master and disciple, to rest aside.

When the two monks moved to salute, they saw that the wooden box Shifang was carrying turned out to be a shrine covered with red cloth. He couldn't help but feel moved in his heart. He lifted up the red cloth with his hand, and immediately revealed a pure gold Sakyamuni Buddha inside.

Come sit down.

"It's just like in the movie!" Huang Shaohong thought to himself, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, then covered the red cloth again, restored it to its original shape, and placed it next to the two monks.

After doing this, Huang Shaohong took out the rags, brooms and other items from his bag and packed them up himself without calling out Jarvo or the governor for help.

With his warrior's physical fitness, he worked with nimble hands and feet, and it only took him an hour to clean the inside and outside of the temple.

After finishing all this, the clouds had stopped raining outside, so Huang Shaohong burned the zombies he had killed last night, filled the pit in front of the temple, and moved earth and rocks to level the pit.

I also found a large enough sycamore tree far away from the mountain temple, chopped it down with the Yitian Sword, and made new door panels and window lattice for the mountain temple, plus a brand new shrine, sacred case and other items.

This carpentry job is difficult for ordinary people, but for a great master like Huang Shaohong, who can control every muscle and strength accurately, there is nothing he can't do as long as he has the tools.

It just so happened that he didn’t have too many tools in his luggage.

The brand new doors and windows were pressed, the sacred case was put away, the statue of the god was brought down and placed on the new shrine. After finishing it, he went outside and used Qinggong to jump to the top of the temple, and repaired the damaged areas on the mountain temple.

Fan.

By the time the sky turns white, the mountain temple has been completely renewed inside and out.

At this time, Baiyun and Shifang had not yet woken up, and Huang Shaohong was not worried. The two monks had been awake for most of the night, and their abdominal organs were injured by the thunder. It was normal to rest for a while.

After thinking about it, looking at the desolate appearance of the mountain temple before, this mountain god was also quite miserable, and I thought that maybe no one had worshiped him for many years.

Huang Shaohong felt that this mountain god was pitiful, so he took out the delicacies he had prepared in his luggage, and took a roasted whole lamb, a roasted suckling pig, and a stack of braised beef tendon, which was enough to make up the three animals.

Then he took out the fire folds and several handfuls of incense and placed them on the sacred table, leaving them for people passing by later to worship the mountain god.

Speaking of these letters and incense, they are all good things. They were obtained by Huang Shaohong in the Zixiao Palace when he was studying scriptures in Wudang Mountain.

He twisted three sticks himself, lit them, raised the incense to his chest with both hands, and said loudly: "Thank you to the mountain god for saving me. Huang Shaohong thanks you here!"

After saying this, he bowed three times, inserted the incense into the incense burner, turned around and wanted to check Baiyun again, Shifang master and disciple were startled suddenly when they were injured.

Three steps behind him, he saw a middle-aged scholar in a white robe. He was twirling his green beard on his chin and looking at him with a smile.

"You are?"

Huang Shaohong did not sense any threat from the white-clothed scholar, but only felt a sense of affinity. However, he knew that this scholar must be extraordinary if he could appear behind him silently.

The scholar in white first cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Taoist, I am polite. I am Xue Zhenyi, a poor scholar. During his lifetime, he knew some medical skills and often treated people. He accumulated some merits. After his death, he was granted the title of the underworld. He became a doctor five hundred years ago.

This mountain god within a hundred miles radius!"

He said it lightly, but all fools know that the person who accumulated merit and was named the Righteous God of the Yins must have saved countless lives with his superb medical skills during his lifetime, so he could be treated like this.

Huang Shaohong also understood the truth and quickly returned the courtesy: "Huang Shaohong has met the mountain god. This time he encountered the rat demon and passed through the tribulation. Thank you to the mountain god for protecting him!"

Xue Zhen shook his head and said with a smile: "You're welcome, fellow Taoist, just call me fellow Taoist. I'm just trying to protect myself from the thunder tribulation. After all, it's the rat demon who caused the trouble!"

"Although the rat demon has not yet transformed, it has acquired the evil magic from somewhere. It kills people as blood food, so that the magic is extremely powerful..."

"I am the mountain god, so naturally I can't live without food. I have also thought about getting rid of the demon, and I have fought with it several times. However, my power is low, but I can't help it!"

"This time I would like to thank fellow Taoist fellow Daoist for helping God eliminate demons. His merits are immeasurable. Speaking of which, he really helped me a lot!"

Huang Shaohong first called "fellow Taoist" and then said a few words of humility, saying that he skillfully helped God eliminate demons, mainly to protect himself, and he really didn't dare to take credit.

Xue Zhen nodded, and his smile became even brighter. For Huang Shaohong's humble attitude, Master Shan Shen, a scholar in his previous life, became more and more satisfied.

He took out a golden talisman from his cuff and handed it to Huang Shaohong.

"In order to thank fellow Taoist for helping God to get rid of the monster, and for helping me to repair the temple and dojo, here is a 'Mountain God Curse'. It was made by me using the wishes of the believers and my own magic power when the incense was strong. It is quite useful.

Just give it to fellow Taoist as a token of my gratitude!"

"How embarrassing!"

Huang Shaohong said he was embarrassed, but his hands were not slow at all. He quickly took it with both hands and put it away.

"Fellow Taoist is really a wonderful person!"

Xue Zhenyi laughed loudly, explained how to use the talisman, nodded approvingly and said: "I first saw that my Taoist friend was decisive in killing, and there was an aura of resentment lingering in his body. I thought that my Taoist friend was the murderer..."

"But if you see a fellow Taoist encountering a zombie and not be afraid, that is great courage!"

"Assisting Heaven to kill the rat demon is a great act of benevolence!"

"The clever method is great wisdom!"

"When you see the Golden Buddha, you don't have greedy thoughts. This is a great righteousness!"

"Repairing temples with gratitude and repaying kindness is a sign of faith!"

"Fellow Taoist, please worship the idol, offer three kinds of animal sacrifices, and all the Taoist rituals are indispensable. This is polite!"

Speaking of this, Cui Zhenyi, the mountain god, said with admiration:

"In today's world, disciplines have been abolished, rituals and music have collapsed, and the rule of law is weak. There are fewer and fewer people like fellow Taoists who possess the Five Constant Virtues and have both talent and virtue!"

Huang Shaohong looked confused: "What? I didn't hear clearly what you just said!"

The mountain god said it again: "I would like to say that in today's world, there are fewer and fewer people like Taoist friends who possess the Five Constant Virtues and have both talent and virtue!"

Huang Shaohong shook his head again: "Ah? What's wrong with my ears? If you say it again, I can hear it clearly!"

Cui Zhenyi thought that the young man in front of him had lost his hearing due to thunder, so he stretched his finger, and a divine light hit Huang Shaohong's ear.

But he didn't know that when the divine light entered his body, he was instantly swallowed up by a piece of broken copper on the opponent's chest.

After Cui Zhenyi cast his divine light, he spoke again: "Let me talk about today's world..."

Halfway through his words, he saw the corners of Huang Shaohong's mouth turned up with a look of benefit on his face. He immediately understood the truth and couldn't help but laugh, and immediately changed his words:

"Not to mention the current world, even if I have been serving as the mountain god for five hundred years, I have not seen many people as shameless as Taoist friends!"

Huang Shaohong laughed: "You're welcome, I just think your voice, fellow Shanshen Taoist, sounds nice, and I want you to say it a few more times!"

Cui Zhenyi pointed his finger at him and smiled bitterly: "Fellow Taoist, you are really enigmatic... The little god can't see through you!"

The two chatted and laughed, but they were a little less polite, and their conversation became more intimate. Under Cui Zhenyi's active suggestion, they became brothers.

After chatting for a while, Cui Zhenyi suddenly said:

"Brother, I have something to do, and I would like to ask my dear brother for help. I wonder if it is convenient for my dear brother!"

Naturally, Huang Shaohong couldn't agree to everything, so he just said: "As long as we can do our best, we will do our best!"

"good!"

Cui Zhenyi clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This matter is not difficult to say. Three hundred years ago, something happened between heaven and earth. My brother was a mountain god, but he couldn't even contact the underworld. The surrounding land, the city god,

The wandering gods of day and night, and all the underworld figures, have completely disappeared..."

Huang Shaohong was stunned when he heard that. He suddenly thought that in the movie "A Chinese Ghost Story", there were indeed zombies, monsters, and ghosts running rampant. Even ministers and prime ministers were killed by monsters. When watching the movie, he still thought about how the world would become.

Like this.

Now, after listening to Cui Zhenyi's words, none of the underworld gods can be found. Without the restraint of the underworld, monsters, ghosts and the like will naturally become more and more rampant. It makes sense that the world will become like in the movie.

I only heard Cui Zhenyi continue to say: "Brother, I would like to ask my dear brother to go to the 'Capital God's Mansion' in the capital, and ask the Lord Wen Tianxiangwen, the city god, on my behalf, what happened to this underworld, why?

How should I handle myself, brother?"

Huang Shaohong frowned and said: "Brother Cui, you said this was already the case three hundred years ago. Haven't you asked others to handle this matter for many years?"

Cui Zhenyi said helplessly: "Why not? In the past three hundred years, my brother has asked five people to rest in the temple in their dreams. The last one was a passing scholar named Ning Caichen a hundred years ago!"

"However, these people clearly promised to be my brother in the dream, but never came back. I don't know whether they didn't believe what they said in the dream, or something happened on the way. It really makes me worried!"

"Ning Caichen?"

Huang Shaohong was a little funny. He remembered that the scholar in "A Chinese Ghost Story" seemed to have eloped with a wealthy lady who looked similar to Nie Xiaoqian. How could he remember the things you entrusted him with?

He then thought about it. When he arrived in this world of immortals, he would naturally have to travel a lot. Then it would not be difficult to go to the capital. He immediately responded:
To be continued...