Of course, Zhang Heyan stayed here not because some farmers' lives attracted him, but because he saw the old man who showed him the way.

The old man was walking slowly on the ridge of the field with a long cigarette pole in his hand. It was just morning now, and he was carrying the morning light, but he looked so simple and elegant.

The reason why the young Taoist priest stopped was that he happened to contact each other's eyes. After seeing him, the old man's eyes were obviously different, so he waved to him.

"Tao Master?" the old man shouted uncertainly. When the boy slowly got the invisible fire, he confirmed the other party's identity. He smiled with satisfaction and walked over with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Heyan bowed, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, I have seen my father-in-law!"

"It turns out that it's really a Taoist priest in front of him, but he's abrupt. The Taoist priest came from here today. Have you found what he wanted?" the old man asked, his face full of smiles, and he didn't expect the surprise he would encounter today.

"Thank you, my father-in-law, for pointing out the road. I am very lucky. I have found the location of the Water Temple soon!" Zhang Heyan nodded, and did not forget to thank each other for guidance.

"Hey, the old man is just saying a few words. Isn't it the power of a boy like you?" the old man said, but he seemed very happy.

"Just find it, it's also a matter of being in vain for the old man's words. I wonder what the Water Temple is like at this time?" He asked again, with a look of recollection on his face.

Zhang Heyan hurriedly replied, "What kind of situation is there? There has been no incense for decades. At this time, the Water Temple has been dilapidated, but a kind-hearted person has completed the repair. In addition to the fact that it is a bit dilapidated inside, the outside is also complete."

The old man smiled and said, "The Taoist Master doesn't know that the repair was carried out by me thirty years ago. Although the Water Temple at that time was not very incense, there were still people who donated generously, unlike now... Alas!"

He sighed a little depressedly, as if he was helpless about the current situation, but the recollection in his eyes became deeper.

Zhang Heyan said curiously, "Listen to my father-in-law, there seems to be a story back then?"

"If the Taoist priest doesn't mind the old man being too long-winded, he can listen to the old man telling stories!" The old man said, casually finding a tree root and sitting down, and signaling Zhang Heyan to take a seat.

Zhang Heyan didn't care about anything else and sat there relaxed and comfortable. There was a small tree root opposite, and the two of them sat on the ridge of the field.

"I have no major issues for the time being, so I can listen to my father-in-law." Zhang Heyan said, and sat obediently in the place with a whisk.

"That was a story from a long time ago, about sixty years ago..." The old man told it slowly. This story was not fascinating, but it also had the flavor of the past.

"The Water Temple at that time was not like it is now, and it was considered a real incense! Not to mention the surrounding area, even the River Temple is enough to compete!"

"Later, Taoist priest, you should also know that the water god no longer appears, and the water god temple will lose its function. The glazed tiles were pulled away one by one, and the golden green on the wall was scraped off little by little... Even the pillars used to bear loads and the roof beams on the roof were stolen by those thieves!"

"Then why do you want to rebuild this water temple? Thirty years have passed, has the water god not come back yet?" Zhang Heyan asked, as he had discovered it before.

The situation of this Water Temple is indeed good. Although it is still a bit old and corrupt, it is not as bad as the dilapidated temple he encountered before.

On the contrary, there are many differences, and it can be considered as having few waves. Whether it is the surrounding walls or the wall tiles and black tiles, it is obvious that someone has taken care of them. Even if the situation is still not good, you can still see some careful appearance.

It's like the offerings placed on the stage, it seems a bit corrupt, but the time will never last too long, which means that someone will come to take care of it every once in a while.

At that time, Zhang Heyan thought that he was a hunter who came to rest in the middle, or some other people, now it seems that they are these old people.

"The old man is over seventy years old this year, and he left much later than my old brothers. Of course, the old man must guard this game!" The old man smiled and said, "I also received the favor of the Water God. If I was ungrateful at this time, my old brothers would look down on me!"

Zhang Heyan didn't say anything. He knew that the old man should have a story to tell. Now it seems that it is not as expected. It seems that when people get old, they are prone to fall into memories. Isn't that the old man in his family the same?

"I was still young and energetic back then, so how could I know what kind of water god was? We young men have all received favors from others!" The old man smiled and continued to talk.

"At that time, there were more than one water temple on the mountain. In fact, there were many, so many... In any town by the Bailan River, basically every town would have a water temple!"

"And we young men also ran all the water temples out of boredom, leaving only the one on this mountain!"

"This mountain in this world is extremely steep, and the cliff under the Water God Temple is exactly the last section of the Bailan River flowing into the river, and it is even more crowded!"

"We have a big temper and no one takes care of us. We agreed to enter the Water Temple from the back mountain! The back mountain is not like this now. There is a small road up the mountain. At that time, there was no earth dragon turning over, and the mountain was much steeper than now, just a cliff!"

Zhang Heyan thought about it carefully and seemed reasonable. When he was going up the mountain, he could see the scene there. It was indeed like this, with huge breakage marks and a cliff that almost grew up against it. If he walked out from above, it would seem a bit difficult for ordinary people.

"At that time, we all boasted about Haikou. Relying on how much three-legged cat skills, we were all so arrogant! We all wanted to enter the Water Temple from the back mountain!"

"But I don't think about it. At that time, the river was called a natural chasm. Which cliff is around it that is easy to match?" The old man laughed at himself, "So the mountain collapsed, and none of us grabbed the cliff and fell down. It was a cliff hundreds of meters high. No one could live!"

"How can you conclude that it was the God of Water who saved you, not the others?" Zhang Heyan asked. The old man stood in front of him and said that he must have not died, but this reason may not be far-fetched.

"When we woke up, we were all lying in the Water God Temple, wet all over, but none of them were injured. I think you know the horror of Dajiang. If it weren't for the real immortal god's actions, even if the world's number one master comes forward, the old man would be very troubled!"

When Zhang Heyan thought, it seemed that this was true. The people in the martial arts world did not really transcend reality. If they could really take over the person who fell hundreds of meters and let them not be harmed, it would probably be enough to shock the time-limited dynasty, rather than being still under the control of the empire.

I don’t know if the so-called number one person in the world, the sword master Wang Xumei of the Dayuan Empire, can do it? If you have time, you can go to him for a question.
Chapter completed!