This very effective mountain temple does not look like it from the outside.

The exterior wall is so short that any child can turn over the wall.

The plaque at the door was blown by wind and rain, and there were only a few traces of the words that were so shallow that they could not see what was written. If the stone road leading to the Shanshen Temple had not been cleaned and there was no trace of weeds, Mo Li would have suspected that this was an abandoned wild temple.

"arrive."

The one who led the way for Mo Li Mengqi was the grandson of the old village chief, named Dezi. He worked as a tailor apprentice outside for several years in his early years. He was knowledgeable and could also listen and speak.

Meng Qi's accent was obviously from Taijing. Dezi had seen people who spoke this accent in Jiangxia County, all of whom were powerful and powerful. So when he found that Meng Qi seemed to be very interested in the mountain temple, he took the initiative to lead people to see him without saying a word.

The villagers were busy going to the banquet to congratulate the lake they took a boat.

The Mountain God Temple is right by the lake. Dezi put down the boat oscillator, carried a hanging of dried vegetables and walked into the temple.

"There are thresholds here, please be careful."

If Dezi didn't remind him, Mo Li might have missed this threshold.

Because it is only half left, it is still stuck in the soil, the same color as the mud.

——What kind of mountain god is doing so miserable.

Mo Li was very puzzled, it shouldn't be. Although this fishing village looks not very wealthy, it is more than comparable to the top. Every household has one or two good clothes to wear to attend the wedding banquet. In the hot days, the little kids in the village also wore bellybands and did not run around naked. There were also a large number of elderly people in the village.

To see whether the people live well, one is to see the old and the young, and the other is to see the complexion.

Looking, listening, asking and touching is the basic skill of medicine. The first thing is looking. How good can a person's complexion on his face be if he can't eat enough?

The village is not poor, and the villagers still think that the mountain god is effective and the temple is not far away. Why is it so broken?

Speaking of which, Mr. Qin also lives in the mountain temple in winter, but there are several mountain temples in Qimao Mountain, and the mountain gods worship each other, so there is no question of which incense is more prosperous. People who enter the mountain pass by will go and worship. The mountain road is so difficult to walk, and the temple is not as dilapidated as before!

Dezi obviously knew what Mo Li was surprised. He rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "My father laughed. This is the rule passed down by the old man here. The mountain god temple cannot be built. If the temple collapses, it means that the Shan Junze God is tired of living. If it changes the place and build a new temple."

Mo Li: "…"

I have gained some knowledge. I have only heard of officials who do not build yamen before, but I didn’t expect that there are still people who do not build temples.

"No wonder, I remember there was no mountain temple here in the past." Meng Qi walked in with his hands behind his back.

Because in the name of seeking relatives, no one doubted Meng Qi's words.

Dezi nodded quickly and said, "This temple started ten years ago. Before, everyone just invited a statue of god to worship. During festivals, they had to go to the next village or the mountains to burn incense."

"What, are there many mountain temples in Feihe Mountain?"

"No, there are so many! But they are not favored by Shan Junze God, and it is not as effective as the temple in our village! The mountain god must have liked to live here. My grandfather said that when the temple collapses, another one will be raised on the sandbank in the middle of the lake. Everyone has already started to accumulate wood, bricks and stones."

Dezi was excited when he spoke, Meng Qi twitched his mouth and felt a bad premonition.

He had never heard of the effective statement of the mountain temple back and forth, and the rumors in the mountains were just like that, foxes, weasels, or cranes turned into people, repaying gratitude or revenge. The mountain god usually acted as a fair and smoothing out the mess in the story, and then grabbed the monsters, without even a name from beginning to end.

It is definitely not possible to make Meng Qi finally doubt whether the dragon vein exists in Feihe Mountain.

When Meng Qi heard the villagers mention that the mountain temple was particularly spiritual, he almost thought that the dragon veins of Feihe Mountain had changed their temperament.

"Doctor, something is wrong."

"Um?"

"...Feihe Mountain Dragon Vein will not show up easily, there may be people from Ayanpuka here."

The Taoist in the mountain temple said with certainty that there was a distinguished guest in the north. If it weren't for the coincidence of the blind cat encountering a dead mouse, it would be that there was a ghost in the identity.

“How did Ayanpuka know that we will go in this direction?”

"There is only one way to enter the mountain without taking a boat, especially the reed marsh in the ten-mile river bay. It is no problem to hide a thousand or eight hundred people. I suspect it is the nest of the people of Xiliang. If we value the dragon veins, we must come and check it out first, instead of fighting them immediately..."

Meng Qi paused, and then continued in a deep voice, "Of course there is another possibility, that is, this mountain temple is really effective and has a great reputation. If we deliberately inquire, we must come here to see it. The people of Ayanpuka sit in the temple and don't have to wait anywhere."

While speaking, he had already entered the temple gate and saw a Taoist with gray hair and wrinkles around him.

This Taoist man did not wear a Taoist temple or took a whisk. His robe was covered with dust. He was said to be a monk, but in fact he was more like a firework Taoist who did odd jobs.

Dezi handed over the dried vegetables in his hand and greeted with a smile: "These two father-in-laws are from Jingnan to look for relatives, and they have to go to the mountains. I heard that the mountain temple here is effective, so I'll come and take a look."

The Taoist steps are heavy, his body is weak and his energy is floating, unlike his body that he possesses martial arts.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a rough voice: "The temple is so beautiful, but sincerity is spiritual. The mountain god does not protect outsiders."

De Zi choked and was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

Meng Qi frowned slightly and made an unhappy expression, saying, "It's not very beautiful, but there's nothing shameful about it. I have never heard of any temples of gods and Buddhas, so outsiders are not allowed to come to see it."

After hearing the official words, the Taoist was stunned and looked at Meng Qi again.

"Just look." The Taoist said aloud and turned into the wing room on the left.

There was an open-air stove there. Taoist squatted there before and burned fire, and there were piles of debris blocking it, so they didn't see anyone when they came in.

Mo Li asked Meng Qi with her eyes: Is it Ayanpuka's subordinate? Are you living such a miserable life?

Meng Qi looked back calmly: Otherwise, would the villagers still cook for him? It’s not rich here, so at most I can send some dried vegetables and steamed buns occasionally!

"...I'll be the statue of a god when I enter the main hall. My father-in-law will go here." Dezi brought the person, and it was difficult to leave it alone, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to greet him.

Mo Li also gave him face and slowly entered the main hall of the temple with his guidance.

Too small and too simple.

There is no hanging curtain, no table offerings, only a mud-shaped copper incense burner with no visible appearance, and two futons on the ground.

"What's this?"

Meng Qi was also shocked, probably because he had never seen such a rough statue of god.

Or, how could anyone make a statue of god halfway and worship it?

This nose is not a nose, and the eyes are not an eye. In addition to being able to see that it is a personal figure and a person wearing clothes, his facial features are even blurred.

"Shanjun Ze God!" Dezi patted his chest and said seriously, "The statues in other temples are not right. I have seen them after leaving the village. Except for the clothes worn by the gods and the hats worn by different people, they actually have a face. Whether it is the City God, Land God or the Dragon Prince of Wealth, will the gods be angry? So the old man in the village said, "It's enough for the earth to be a mortal. The appearance of the mountain god is not good, nor should anyone know it. If you see too much, you will be disrespectful. If you take a vacation, you will offend. Who would be willing to have the same face as other gods?"

Meng Qi Moli: "..."

This is a reasonable thing?

But it’s really not because the fishing village is short of money and cannot invite craftsmen to paint statues, so I did it casually?

"Well, how many incense sticks do you sing on weekdays? What is the most effective thing to ask for?" Meng Qi asked slowly.

Dezi scratched his head and said frankly: "That's all, the weather is good every year, there will be no flood or drought, and no beasts go down the mountain to invade the village. No matter how poor you are, you can catch fish and not starve to death."

Mo Li was fine, but Meng Qi had figured out something wrong.

Feihe Mountain has a very good terrain and many waterways. It is impossible to cause floods unless it rains ten days and ten nights.

It is even more impossible to have a drought. It is not the turn of water shortage here if there is a drought.

The lake in front of the village is not stagnant. There are two streams injected into Feihe Mountain, and there are many water, fish and birds. There are many people in the village here, so the birds don’t come to prey. As long as the villagers don’t catch all the fish in the lake, they can always catch some fish and shrimps.

Just now, at the wedding banquet, Meng Qi could see clearly what was in the bowl and plate, and fish and shrimp were all very common types.

Not delicious, but also prickly.

If you don’t put heavy oil and salt, and are willing to put seasonings, the smell of earth cannot be removed. Rich and powerful people dislike not to like to eat it.

The villagers do not have enough food, so they can only put a pot of water and boil it, which is better than being hungry.

Although there were big bowls of fish and shrimp on the table, the villagers just snatched the meat. Before Meng Qi left, no one touched the fish, which meant that he was tired of eating it.

——In general, the prayers that De Zi said were something that could be realized without asking for anything.

It is difficult to grow crops on the land here because the weeds are too strong. Even if we keep pulling weeds and digging three feet or setting fires, we will not destroy the grass roots. Therefore, the crops planted are difficult to grow well. We can only grow vegetables and raise a few chickens, ducks and geese. There are few pigs, so we still make a living by fishing on weekdays.

"That's all?" Meng Qi asked.

"No, what about?"

Dezi looked confused.

Meng Qi couldn't tell whether this boy was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. He had a smart look like he had seen the world before, and he could observe his words and expressions.

"Is it effective to seek wealth, peace and health, and to seek children?" Mo Li also thought about it.

It depends entirely on whether a boy or a girl is born, let alone whether you make a fortune or not. If these two points cannot be achieved, it is also called effectiveness?

Or is this temple also the same old style of sincerity? Anyone who does not make a fortune is not sincere?

Wouldn’t the whole village be dishonest to the gods?

Mo Li felt that this was not the case.

Sure enough, Deko scratched her head and suddenly said, "I don't ask for it, the mountain god doesn't care about these."

Mo Li: "…"

Dezi said with a sensible remark: "The old man in our village said that if you want to have a son, you should find the Emperor Guanyin to give up his son, and you should find the God of Wealth to make money. If you don't have a disaster at home, you will worship the Kitchen God. As for peace and smoothness, each family has its own sayings. The Mountain Lord Ze God is this mountain, this water god, how can you care about trivial matters in the world? People in other places are too greedy, so they ask for this and that, so the mountain gods there are not effective at all. The gods perform their own duties, just like asking for help on weekdays, they always need to help, otherwise would they have to ask for other gods to take care of us? There is no reason, no matter where they go!"

Meng Qi: "..."

This time Mo Li couldn't help but laughed.

This was not the sound of the old man should have. Dezi was startled and looked back suddenly.
To be continued...