The Qingcheng Mountain Road is full of tourists, and you can see young men in brocade clothes, scholars in long gowns, merchants from all over the world, and peddlers everywhere. Everyone comes here to go up the mountain to worship, pray for peace here and no more wars.

The news that Shen Yuanjing left Qingcheng Mountain and settled here was accidentally spread by a woodcutter. The people in the Sichuan were not as convinced by Jing Xiang, and they were still waiting and watching.

Yu Jie took the opportunity to go up the mountain to pay a visit and invited local elders, gentry, sons, celebrities and wealthy tourists from all over the world to come and watch the ceremony.

The wind was bright and sunny that day. After Yu Jie bowed to the sky with the ceremony of worshiping the sky, Shen Yuanjing jumped down from the top of the mountain, and when he reached mid-air, he quietly sprinkled clear water, activated his internal strength, turned it into auspicious clouds, and stepped down.

This action that fell from the sky made everyone beggar, half-doubted and half-doubted, and said, "The True Lord, Jin'an, Jin'an."

Shen Yuanjing landed straight in front of Yu Jie, stroked his head with his hand, and ordered him to "guard this place with peace of mind to resist the northern enemy, protect the safety and life of Sichuan people in Sichuan, and do not suffer the trouble and mislead the hearts of heaven and people."

Yu Jie kowtowed until blood was seen on his forehead, and cried, "Your Majesty has sent a new general in Sichuan to recruit me to court. If I don't go, I will be unfaithful; but if I run this place, my ambitions will not be fulfilled. Once I leave, my hard work will be ruined for several years. When the Mongolians come again, life will be devastated and the people will be displaced. It is unrighteous to leave at this time. This loyalty and righteousness are difficult to achieve, so why can the True Lord teach me?"

Shen Yuanjing said loudly: "How can you harm the righteousness because of false loyalty? Don't worry too much. When I came, I had seen the Great Immortal of Thunder and the Great Immortal of Barefoot. When I talked about danger, the people should be the heaven and the court would be in trouble. You don't need to pay attention, I will only talk. They have already made my token, so you can see."

After saying that, he raised his hand and squeezed out a fire and hit a big rock on the side of the mountain above his head. He heard a loud "boom" sound, and the stone suddenly exploded, like thunder, shocking the whole field.

The gravel splashed, and a small part fell to the top of his head. The people kneeling in front of him looked like earth. They stood up and wanted to hide. They saw him pushing up with one hand and pulling his true energy everywhere. These stones were swept away by his utilities, and they threw them down the cliff together with large rocks. They all reached the bottom of the valley. The sound of "dongdong" could be heard.

Without saying anything, someone screamed in surprise: "Thunder!" Shen Yuanjing turned around and took a few steps forward, raised his foot and stepped onto the ground. With a loud "bang", he soared into the sky and landed on the wind ahead. A gust of white fog rose and dissipated, and the person disappeared.

Everyone watched him leave, praising the vastness of the gods. When they lowered their heads, they exclaimed again. It turned out that there was a piece of ground in front of them that had been sunken half a foot. It seemed like a giant was stepping on it barefoot.

This action was soon spread, and it turned out that people were very calm. Many people who had escaped had rushed back with their children.

For the working people, once they leave their hometowns on which they depend for survival and go elsewhere, they will have no spare wealth and have little long-term livelihood. They will have a hard time living and are in danger of peace. It is better to take a gamble and pray for the blessing of gods and immortals to make peace here.

Life in troubled times is like grass. Even if you can only spend more than one more day of stable life after you come back, you will make a profit for a day.

In the following three years, except for some friction with the imperial court in the east, there was no war in the north. There were more and more people in Chengdu, and the surrounding fields were reclaimed, and grain planting mulberry plants, salt and weaving cloth were sold, and the area was becoming more and more prosperous.

At the same time, a wealthy family set up a Taoist temple beside Yu Jie's decree to worship the Zhenjun of Qingwei, and the incense flourished day by day.

Yu Jie sighed, "I saw that this place was not in the "Eight Pillars of Prevention". I tried to persuade the True Lord to move, so I had to bite the bullet and put it on. I expected that his prestige alone would be so terrifying that he could achieve what he looks like today in Chengdu."

At that time, the aides advised him that since he had rebelled against the court, why not just support troops and become the king of Sichuan. He said, "I have a little fame, but no foundation, and I have strong enemies around me, and I am called a lonely person and a widow, and the way to die." He immediately refused.

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There were many people on the mountain road, and Guo Jing hugged Guo Xiang tightly. Fortunately, he had a strong hand, otherwise he would not be able to control this girl, but he would have suffered the pain in his ears and was chattering all the way.

Guo Yang, who Huang Rong hugged, had to be much more obedient, and she was obedient all the way, without any other moves except rubbing her face.

When he arrived on the mountain and saw the small Taoist temple, Huang Rong burst out laughing. Regardless of the surprise of the people around him, he said to Guo Jing: "How could this hall be so short and worn? Look at the True Lord's waist seems to be bent, are you afraid of touching the beam on the top?"

When the people around him heard this, they all glared at each other, because they were in the hall, and it was difficult to get into trouble. When Guo Jing saw it, he quickly pulled her clothes and signaled her to pay attention.

Huang Rong ignored it and continued, "I thought he came here from Xiangyang to benefit the people. Not to mention how luxurious and grand this temple was, the statue of the gods should always be more majestic. However, I expected it to be a wooden body, and the craftsmen invited were barely capable, and even the True Lord's three-point spirit was not even the True Lord."

When the locals heard this, their anger disappeared and looked ashamed. Guo Jing said seriously: "Rong'er, what you said is wrong. Zhenjun is noble in nature, and his glory and wealth are like clouds, let alone mere Taoist temples and statues of gods? If he was greedy for these, he heard that the Qingxu Temple was connected on Mount Hua in the Jin Kingdom and was luxurious and could not be placed in the imperial palace. Has he ever had any memories?"

Everyone around nodded, their expressions were much more relaxed. Huang Rong snorted and said, "You know how to please him now. Is this girl going up the mountain to you all the way, and I'm anxious to send her away?"

Guo Xiang shouted loudly: "No!" He twisted his body, jumped off Guo Jing, took a few steps, walked to the statue, and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, I'm here to see you."

She tilted her head, stared at the fairy's face, and muttered, "You don't have a beard, why are you grandpa? My grandfather's beard is so white and soft. He wants me to come and see you and teach me all the most powerful martial arts."

The rest of the people just thought she was a child Yan Wuji, and smiled on their faces. A man in gray clothes said, "Little girl, it's not easy to see the True Lord now. Since he fought two years ago, he rode alone and fought against the second Mongolian prince Kuoduan among thousands of troops, no one has seen the True Lord again."

"Ah!" Guo Xiang could barely understand, exclaimed in surprise, and said crisply: "Is he injured?"

"Hahahaha." The old man laughed, and everyone around him laughed. He said, "The little girl talks nonsense. The True Lord is a god, how could he be injured?"

Seeing Guo Xiang pouting, he patiently explained: "This is not what I am talking nonsense. Fairy Mochou and Fairy Gushe from Mount Emei were frowning when they came, and their expressions were leisurely. If the True Lord had any trouble, how could it be so relaxed?"

"That's it." Someone on the side added: "In the past two years, the sound of fairy sounds, either the sound of piano or the sound of flute, are often heard from the back mountain. It is difficult to tell the direction, but it seems to be in my ears. It is not the true master's playing, but who is it?"

Guo Jing's martial arts skills are almost the top in the world and he is quite familiar with the battle formation. Naturally, he knows that even if he is in the army, it is very difficult to hide and assassinate, let alone to collide head-on. He suspected in his heart that Shen Yuanjing was indeed injured and could not leave.

He and Huang Rong looked at each other and knew that the other party and he were just thinking. They couldn't help but worry. After a hurry to worship, they quietly turned to the back mountain without paying attention.
Chapter completed!