After the ghosts and the Mao God in the temple were captured, the heavy rain that had been falling outside the temple disappeared silently.

After packing up his luggage, Zhong Qi walked out of the small temple. The outside was silent, with pine branches and mulberry leaves, dry, just like the pouring rain before, all of which were dreams.

"It turns out that it's all a illusion made by ghosts..." Zhong Qi shook his head, wiped away the stains on the whip mace, carried the gourd, and rushed towards Wushan while the night was shining.

After descending the small hillside, the mountains gradually became familiar with each other. It was obvious that they had reached Gucheng County. They didn’t walk far and the road was even smoother.

There were no thorns, shrubs, and the shade of trees, and the sky gradually became clear. Zhong Qi simply used his body light work, and he was about a foot of his foot, as fast as a ghost.

After swallowing the golden elixir, Zhong Qi's physical condition has increased significantly. He can run for a hundred miles without feeling tired, his breath is long, and he jumps like flying.

Even a candle lamp stand that can be blown up a few feet away by just one breath of internal energy (lung capacity).

"Alas... there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, and there are frozen bones on the road..." As he walked out of the mountain, Zhong Qi sighed with a heavy expression.

I walked through many familiar villages along the way, including Wulipu, which made my first pot of gold, Bagong Bay, Shili Pavilion, Jiuli Trail and other villages. They were originally big towns with more than a thousand dingkous.

Now that I pass by outside the village, I can only smell the smell of corpses. Many of the villages were burned to a white ground by bandits and soldiers.

Walking on the paths that are discussed in various townships, walking three or five steps, there will be various corpses and bones, dozens of miles in a circle, without the smoke from cooking and chickens and dogs crowing.

On both sides of the yellow sand road, there are floods of fertile fields, and overgrown weeds, only three or five gray herons, two or three white cranes, stretching thin leg poles, pecking at the fields of carrion and snails.

At the end of the 8 o'clock in the morning, the sky was shining and the sun was shining. Zhong Qi used his light skills to run for more than 80 miles in one night, and arrived at the foot of Wushan Mountain, outside Erlang Town.

"I didn't expect that there were people gathering at the foot of my Wu Mountain..." Seeing a few wisps of smoke rising from afar, bringing out the aroma of food, Zhong Qi couldn't help but feel surprised.

Not far away, the fields on the roadside were green and green, with immature rice ears hanging down. A brief look at it, there were about hundreds of acres of fields, all of which had been planted with rice.

In Erlang Town, after bandits and robbery, the official army robbed and set fire, it turned into a white land. Now, hundreds of thatched huts have been rebuilt on the original ruins.

The little boy with three or five hanging buns, twisting the grass in the valley, chasing the red-crowned cranes in the fields, rushing to butterflies, laughing and playing, and when he saw someone coming here, he was a little panicked.

However, as Zhong Qi approached and saw a Taoist dress, several children returned to their smiling faces.

"Dad... the god is here..."

"Mom, the gods from Wushan are back..."

The children who were playing rushed to the village and shouted.

Zhong Qi was a little stunned. Somehow, walking around, and saw a hut village in which he was rushing, gathering hundreds of people from the village and running out.

These people are all lavender sandals, with patches on their bodies, but the pulp is washed clean, and their energy is different from those people who have experienced turbulent times and have numb eyes before.

"Caomin, wait... to meet with Grandpa Immortal..."

While thinking, the hundreds of people, carrying the old and the young, suddenly slammed a group of people, knelt in front of Zhong Qi, and kowtowed and said.

Zhong Qi quickly helped him up and said, "What do you think of me? I am not a god..."

"A few months ago, Immortals have relied on my elders to save us and others' suffering people, and also used immortal techniques to punish the thief army. Such kindness is hard to repay even if we are a cow or a horse. Please accept my elders' worship..."

A middle-aged man with long beards and slightly white and tenderness led everyone to answer, and after saying that, despite Zhong Qi's refusal, the people kowtowed one after another.

After three weeks, Zhong Qi was surrounded by him and he was about to walk into the village. He was a middle-aged man in a long beard and commanded the villagers to kill some chickens, dogs and livestock, and entertain the immortals.

"You don't have to do this, nor do you need to entertain me. If I have something else, I have to go up the mountain first."

Zhong Qi quickly refused, looked at the middle-aged man who was bearded, and recalled for a moment: "But is Mr. Liu who was talking about it in the bullpen before?"

"The immortal elder actually remembers the little one. He dare not call him the master. Just call him the little one. Yunzhou..." Mr. Liu before, and now Liu Yunzhou still remembers him when he heard that Zhong Qi still remembers him, he replied somewhat flatteredly.

It turned out that when Zhong Qichu went down the mountain, he was taken by the government army shortly after he attained enlightenment. He had an old friendship with Mr. Liu in the cowshed.

He also used magic to kill the government army and rescued the remaining people in Erlang Town. Liu Yunzhou and his family were among them. However, Zhong Qi went out of the Deng army to fight and did not take this matter seriously. He did not expect that they did not flee south, but instead established a village here.

Thinking of this, Zhong Qichao looked around and saw that there were indeed many familiar faces. Dozens of these villagers were all people who had been rescued from Erlang Town.

"After Fengxian Chang was rescued, we missed our hometown and did not want to move thousands of miles south, so we repaired the hut here. Later, many people who fled to the country also settled here." Liu Yunzhou said.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw that the middle door of every household was wide open, and the main hall was dedicated to the portraits of immortals. In the middle of the village, it was also a temple, which was dedicated to immortals.

Zhong Qi looked carefully and saw that the immortal in the painting was somewhat similar to his own family, and he couldn't help but say, "Is this..."

"Xie Xiancheng saved us, but we could not repay us even if we had to stand up for the grass and rings. We were poor and had to light incense and candles, pass on the family motto, and worship the immortals for generations." A dark young man with him said.

Zhong Qi shook his head and summoned the villagers to say, "The immortal way is worth living, and it is my duty to save people from countless ways. You don't have to entertain and worship. It's a lot of trouble. I have other important things to do, so I have to go back to the mountain first."

When the immortal heard that he had something to do, Liu Yunzhou and the people in the village did not dare to say anything to keep him, but he just reluctantly sent Zhong Qi outside the village.

After leaving the village, Zhong Qi returned home like an arrow, running all the way through the shade of mulberry leaves and heading up the mountain.

Since the chaotic times, no one has gone up the mountain to worship incense. The stone steps of Wu Mountain are covered with moss, and the paths are full of dead branches.

After a while, he went outside the Demon Palace and saw the red walls and green tiles, and the incense rose inside. Zhong Qi sighed in his heart: "Although there are thousands of good things in the world, my family is in the world..."

Walking all the way into the temple, passing through the corner tower, and to the Demon-Subduing Hall, there were only a few Taoists, only a few yellow-robed children, who were adding fuel to the eternal lights on the altar.

Without making a sound, Zhong Qi turned the hall and headed towards the back mountain. After walking out of the back door, he saw several acres of dry land and several Taoist priests in the green robe, either weeding or carrying water to work in the field.

"What are you planting?" Zhong Qi stood on the back threshold and shouted to the several Taoist people who were bowing and busy.

Several young Taoist priests were concentrating, and when they heard the sound, they turned their heads and saw a yellow Taoist priest with three short whiskers leaning against the threshold.

After a closer look, several people rushed forward to salute and said, "The host asked me to open the ground in the back mountain and plant some wheat. Master Hong, when did you come back?"

"Hehe...I just came back, I just came back..."

Zhong Qi replied and looked at the few people. Seeing that they were all young Taoists, he said in confusion: "Why are you the only one in Guan... who inherits the Fa?"

"The Taoist priests who have taught the Dharma talismans have all gone down the mountain. The Taoist priest Chengfa has also gone down the mountain ten months ago." A beautiful little Taoist replied.

"You can go and do it yourself. Then I will report to the abbot and say that I have returned to the mountain..." After that, I waved my hand, walked around the little Taoist priests and headed all the way to the back mountain.

After a long time, the scenery on the Hu'er Cliff is still the same. When I arrived at the quail pigeon cave, there were many talisman banners, neatly arranged, and the incense and candles on the altar were lit, and it was clean and clean.
Chapter completed!