Chen Jingwen jumped forward in the mountains with everyone, and said with a smile:

"I still remember when I was a child, I didn't like to fall asleep quickly at night. I always wanted to play for a while. At that time, the master would tell me all kinds of stories. Among them, I would talk about the horror of the mountain god. In the story, he is a green face, fangs, and three feet tall. He likes to eat the tender child's seven-legged beast."

"Later, when I grew up, my master was not on the mountain, so I lived alone. One time I was lucky enough to meet the mountain god while I was active in the mountains, but I found that it was a kind and graceful old man with white hair. The gap between the two was very big, which made me not react for a while, and then I realized the nonsense of the bedtime story."

So Fang Chang and Sang Ziping all laughed.

Mu Anning also said from the side: "The master and the senior brother and the second brother of the senior brother have also told me this story, but what everyone says is a little different. Sometimes he is three meters tall, sometimes he is five meters tall, and sometimes he is ten meters tall but nine meters long, and a thousand legs. Sometimes he likes to marinate me with salt, sometimes he likes to roast me into pieces and slowly roast me in a low heat, and sometimes he likes to knead me into a ball and eat it raw. So after thinking, I confirmed that the stories were fake at a very young age. But after learning more, I still don't understand why everyone in the world likes to scare children with such terrible stories, and they will have nightmares."

The three of them shook their heads, feeling that what Mu Anning said made some sense.

Sang Ziping smiled and said, "When you have an apprentice in the future, if he is young and doesn't like sleeping, you can try to tell him some beautiful stories."

While talking, several people had already arrived in front of the mountain temple.

This temple is not big, barely enough to accommodate one person. With Mu Anning's figure, it is easier to turn around. The appearance looks often repaired, with tiles mixed with the old and new tiles on it.

There is a small open space in front, with traces of sacrifices on it. There are also incense ash in the stone pottery bowl in the temple that has not been blown away by the wind. In addition to the thick and large characters "Nanpingshan Mountain God", on the back wall, it also uses simple techniques and bright colors to draw a terrible statue of the god.

Sang Ziping took the lead in standing in the open space and then said:

"The god of Nanping Mountain lives in a quiet place and is rarely seen on weekdays, so he should be still in his mansion and will not be lost. Moreover, his jurisdiction is this Nanping Mountain, which will not leave. With the power of the mountain priest, it will not take any time to travel with him."

He looked around, found a broad leaf, engraved a word on it with his fingernails, and then pinched his hands into it.

Sang Zi held the broad leaf in his hand and smiled, "This is the method of pricking each other after meeting the mountain god. As long as the mountain god is still in this mountain, you can receive it."

After saying that, he threw the leaves into the gate of the mountain temple, and the broad leaves disappeared in the air for a moment.

The four of them waited for a few moments, and then they heard a hearty laughter. Then an old man with white beard, white hair, long gray clothes, and a small gourd tied to the head of the stick appeared at the temple gate. He saluted Sang Ziping slightly, and after he returned the gift, he said, "I haven't seen Sang's friend for a long time."

Mu Anning stepped forward and presented several spiritual herbs in his hand as gifts.

The mountain god took it casually and was about to take the few people present into his cave when he suddenly found Fang Chang next to him.

His eyes froze: This person standing there was very natural, just like the pine and cypress stones that had been placed here for many years. He seemed to be closer to this mountain than his mountain god, but his aura was agile and endless sense of transcendence.

After all, the owner has some authority given by heaven and earth, and the mountain god feels more sensitive than others about the things in Nanping Mountain.

Expert!

This is the first idea of ​​the mountain god.

He calmed down, turned around and bowed to Fang Chang, and then asked, "Who is this new friend?"

"There is a friend of Mr. Sang. Because of the incident, he came over to linger for a few days." Fang Chang said.

Sang Ziping next to him also nodded repeatedly. He had just met in a hurry, and before he could introduce him, the mountain god had a considerable reaction to Mr. Fang, which made him look a little hard.

The mountain god sighed: "So you are Fang Chang!"

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Fang Chang was a little confused. Has the mountain god in front of him heard that he could not do it?

I heard the mountain god in front say, "Please come in quickly, please come in." After that, I waved my hand and took the few people into my cave.

When the mountain god came out, the kettle placed on the stove had already boiled. He took the tea and soaked it for several people, and then took two plates of persimmon cakes for several people before taking a seat. Then he turned around and explained: "I am the Nanping Mountain God, whose surname is Tang and whose name is Lang, has been serving as the mountain god for hundreds of years."

"Although I can only move in this Nanping Mountain, I have some interactions with the surrounding land and river gods. When I occasionally meet at the border, I will stop and chat for a few days. After a while, I have also had a lot of friendship with the surrounding gods. This should be the norm for mountain gods, etc.."

"Recently, among the mountain gods, the story of a master named "Fang Chang" has been circulating among the mountain gods. According to legend, he has a high level of cultivation, extensive knowledge, and a wide range of activities. He has interacted with the mountain gods and land city gods in many places. Now it seems that he should be yours?"

Fang Chang said with a strange expression: "That should be me."

He did not expect that he would visit the mountain god, land and city god, and he would share it with his friends around him as new things. After a while, this name has gained a lot of reputation.

But they did not expect that these mountain gods, land, river gods, city gods, etc., had limited scope of activities in the world and could not appear in front of ordinary people. In addition to their own responsibilities, there was not much scope of communication with people around them. In addition to the city gods, many mountain gods, land, river gods could only interact with nearby gods, as well as occasionally local practitioners.

In this case, any new things will be used to share with people of the same kind. In this way, it is not surprising that many gods have a new friend named "Fang Chang" and it spread among them.

Fang Chang couldn't understand this matter, but he didn't think about it before.

As soon as the thought changed, he felt relieved.

After a conversation, the guest and the host and the guest were having fun. When Fang Chang and Sang Ziping left, the Tangshan God also packed a basket of persimmon cakes and insisted on letting them take them. The flat and round persimmon cake tasted very good, and it was made of frosted persimmon from last year. The meat was thick and sweet, soft and fragrant. Everyone praised it, especially Mu Anning, who had a high evaluation of it.

"Although the gods' cultivation path looks good, they are too restricted and they are very uncomfortable." Sang Ziping sighed.

"Yes... everyone has their own difficulties and faces different obstacles." Shen Jingwen said.

Fang Changze shook his head:

"It is better to say that they are practicing, gods are an indispensable part of the world at present, and are considered as accessories to the cycle of reincarnation."
Chapter completed!