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Chapter 143: Who Cries, Who Laughs, and Who is Thinly Disguised

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  "They may be powerful, but they're not necessarily much wiser than the River God." As soon as Gu Mingyu's words left her mouth, several people immediately turned their heads to look at her, with a strange color in their eyes. Gu Mingyu was secretly angry and about to erupt when one of them said: "Although the River God is also omnipotent, he is after all just a river god. When you see the City God, you have to pay your respects. Do you think the River God can compare to the City God?"

  Gu Mingwei looked at their condescending gaze, wanting to erupt but couldn't find an excuse. The ranking of gods was not a secret among humans; the river god, mountain god, and land god were just minor deities outside the city walls. She had no words to refute them, wanting to say that this river god was different from others. But as she opened her mouth, she ultimately didn't speak up. She turned around and left, no longer speaking with them. However, wherever they went, she could hear whispers of discussion. They were all talking about how fierce the other three gods were. In her heart, she couldn't help but think that when the river god entered the city, why hadn't they said these things? She thought to herself that the river god must have heard all this and was definitely furious.

  "You don't know, the Black Dawn State's immortal masters have all arrived at Jinghe Xiu Spring Bend. The scene is unprecedented and unmatched, with at least several hundred people present. Do you know what they're doing there?..."

  Just then, Gu Ming heard someone speaking in a loud, rhythmic voice, asking: "What are they all going there for? Speak quickly, don't be like Old Mo of the Wu family teahouse who always wants to be rewarded with money."

  "Heh heh, listen up, this is the biggest thing to happen in the cultivation world in years. I'm telling you, they came to Quinghe River's Xiu Chun Bend for one reason..." The speaker was around thirty years old, with a wispy goatee and an air of being neither worldly nor otherworldly, his eyes gleaming as he spoke while scanning the surroundings.

  "Come on, don't keep us in suspense..." The crowd surrounding him couldn't help but shout loudly.

  "They... " He suddenly lowered his voice, and the crowd fell silent.

  "They were just for killing the river god of Qujiang River in Chunhe Bend."

  The crowd was silent for a moment, as if they didn't dare to come forward. After a while, someone finally spoke up and said, "But isn't the River God all right?"

  "Haha, of course it's fine, because almost everyone who came is dead."

  "How, how is it possible, they..."

  "How could it be impossible? You still remember that big fog from years ago, don't you?"

  Many people nodded immediately, then whispered: "Was it at that time?"

  "It was at that time, you didn't know, the river water had all turned red, and the corpses were piled up in front of the River God Temple. Not a single one of the Xianmen disciples from Heiying Province survived." The man said with a smug expression as he looked around at everyone. This news was too difficult for the people of Balin City to digest, that such an earth-shaking and heaven-stirring battle between immortals had actually occurred not far from their own city.

  Gu Ming was equally shocked and excited in his heart, and then he heard the man say: "If you think that the Embroidered Spring Bend River God is just an ordinary river god, then you are wrong. I can tell you clearly that the River God's altar is made up of a pile of corpses. Although the Embroidered Spring Bend of Jinghe River cannot compare to those notorious places in the world that make people fearful, nor can it compare to those famous sacred mountains and blessed lands, it is absolutely not an ordinary river god. You still don't know, all the river gods in Jinghe River, including the Dragon King, have already died, but only the Embroidered Spring Bend River God is still alive..."

  Under the lamp, in the city of Ba Ling, people's shadows were faintly visible. The person's voice was not loud, but extremely clear, and every time he reached a critical point, he would raise his volume. This attracted more and more people to gather around and listen, and by the time Gu Mingwei came back to himself, he had already been surrounded by three layers of people inside and out.

  She didn't plan on going out either and continued listening as the man said, "You still don't know, back then the River God had gone to the Netherworld King City with the City God..."

  As soon as he spoke, even Gu Mingwei felt shocked. The affairs of the immortals and gods were forever the most mysterious to mortals, yet this person in front of them actually knew so much. Although it was unknown whether it was true or false, it was enough to make everyone perk up their ears to listen. Moreover, Gu Mingwei directly believed what he said without doubting the authenticity of the matter. After listening to him, Chen Jing's image became even clearer in her mind.

  "That year..."

  He spoke until dawn, and although there were many rumored or speculative elements to his tale, the people listening around him were all stunned. When they looked back at the bridge again, they couldn't help but think: "So this is the extent of the River God's divine power."

  However, there are also many people who just listen to it as a story and don't believe it, because the person telling it has used many speculative words.

  There are many people who also want to ask He Sheng like Gu Mingwei, whether what the river god said is true or not, but no one dares.

  Nancheng Temple has been completely demolished and is now excavating the foundation stones underground.

  This is already the fourth batch of people who have been replaced, working day and night without stopping, just to build a new temple as soon as possible. The foundation stones buried deep in the ground were dug up one by one, and they were surprisingly black like ink. Although there was no smell, when the stone was dug out, the people around it couldn't help but retreat a few steps, with a feeling of goosebumps in their hearts.

  "It's crying... Who is laughing... It's laughing..."

  Around that pile of dark stones, someone shouted and stepped back again. However, many people did not hear it, but saw it. The stone floated out with a few ferocious and terrifying skulls, with blurry flesh and blood, staring at the crimson eyes, wanting to lift their heads from the stones. The people in front retreated in horror, while those behind them didn't know what was happening in front of them, but wanted to squeeze forward again. Suddenly, the people in front couldn't retreat, and those behind couldn't move forward.

  Because the sky had already brightened, Gu Mingyu originally wanted to go back, but now he discovered such a thing, his heart was both excited and fearful. He was excited that he could see the River God, and he was afraid that if the River God wasn't an opponent of the evil demon, then they would be finished.

  She heard crying sounds in her ears, heard laughter, and saw a series of ferocious ghostly faces appearing on the stone.

  A pale blue talisman floated out of the sedan, shrouded in a layer of mist, making it unclear. However, a voice rang out: "Drive away the evil!"

  A Ling symbol burst out in a flash of spiritual light, sticking to the stone slab. The wailing and laughter immediately disappeared, and the ferocious ghostly image seemed to be suppressed, quickly dissipating. Then, a cloud of black smoke emerged, like an invisible flame burning fiercely, with thick black smoke billowing up until the black stone turned into ordinary stone.

  Gu Mingwei was slightly disappointed, she didn't see the River God appear. Many people who wanted to catch a glimpse of the River God's demeanor were also disappointed, and it turned out that everything could be solved with just one talisman. Soon, news came from three other places, and it turned out that they had similar things happen there too, only the methods used by the City God they invited were more sensational and more luxurious.

  Compared to others, Chen Jing's use of the talisman to ward off evil is seen as a sign of insufficient strength. However, some people say that the River God can lift heavy weights with ease, and with just one talisman, he can eliminate the evil demon. But there are also those who say that the River God repeatedly uses this talisman to ward off evil, perhaps because he himself doesn't have any real abilities. This view is not held by a small number of people.

  The first day of Baoling's change of gods passed without incident, and next was the reconstruction of the temple.

  The atmosphere was still tense and oppressive on the second day.

  Since the construction began, it has never stopped. Every few hours, another batch of people would take over. On the third day, when the sun shone into the city of Ba Ling, a brand new temple stood tall in the morning light. Above the gate of the temple hung a thick and heavy plaque with a line of large black characters: "Jinghe River God Temple".

  There has always been a phenomenon among humans that if the gods are efficacious, they will generally reveal divine signs when entering the temple. These divine signs may be heavenly dew or gathering of auspicious clouds. The most basic point is that the god statue will fall onto the altar by itself, without needing anyone to place it there.

  Chen Jing didn't know this, so when the statues of gods flew to the altar by themselves in three other places, here they were still being carried, and after several people burned incense and bathed, they carried the statue into the temple and placed it on the altar.

  Then there was a grand ceremony, led by Cheng Zhong in front, and someone recited the sacrificial text. People from Nancheng District came in one after another to offer incense, and for a time, the temple of the river god of Qujiang River was filled with mist.

  Chen Jing was quietly feeling the gathered faith, and another divine symbol condensation gave him a deeper understanding. The first time Chen Jing was passively given the position of River God, he had no preparation at all, although it was a real succession, but he was confused and unknowing, only seeing a wave of river water overwhelming himself.

  Later, the spiritual symbols in the Jinghe River basin all condensed and attached to the embroidered spring symbol, giving a sense of water flowing into a ditch. As long as it was a river domain that could be sensed, spiritual symbols would slowly condense. As for the time in Junling Town, it was an independent blank spiritual symbol that condensed outside the river domain's symbol. At that time, he had a different experience, but the feeling was disrupted by the pain in his divine soul and became unclear. Now, as he condensed spiritual symbols again, although the pain still existed, perhaps he had slowly adapted, and the pain was no longer so clear.

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