Qin Luo and Jin Jiao walked on the official road.

A carriage slowly approached, and the young coachman breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Qin Luo's appearance. "Master Dao, I thought you were a ghost taking a walk so late at night!"

"Excuse me!"

Qin Luo awkwardly cupped his hands in greeting.

"drive!"

The coachman drove the carriage away.

Qin Luo couldn't help but chuckle. He never expected that a dignified cultivator would be mistaken for a ghost. No one would believe him if he told them.

Not long after.

Qin Luo saw a glimmer of light.

The fire originated from the local earth god temple, a small temple nestled in the mountains. Oil lamps and incense sticks burned in front of the temple. The earth god temple was near the main road, and many people passed by, some of whom believed in the earth god.

Qin Luo approached the Earth God Temple, lit an incense stick, placed it in the incense burner, and left with Golden Horn after offering the incense.

Before long, the Earth God, dressed in a white robe, appeared outside the temple. He was radiating golden light and hurriedly bowed repeatedly in the direction Qin Luo had left, saying, "Thank you for the incense offering, Great Immortal!"

The next day, at noon.

Qin Luo walked to the Jinsha River.

The Jinsha River is wide and the current is rapid.

Qin Luo saw the bridge stele by the river, which listed the construction time of Jinsha Bridge, but he did not see Jinsha Bridge itself.

Many people have no choice but to take a detour to distant places.

Some people were waiting for a boat on the riverbank. Qin Luo asked the bald old man next to him, "Old man, why is the bridge gone?"

The bald old man shook his head and sighed, "I heard that the river god disliked the Golden Sand Bridge and sent a great flood that washed it away."

Qin Luo extended his divine sense, but he could not find any trace of the river god. There were only some low-level spirits in the river, who could not cause any trouble. "Old man, there is no river god in this river, so this bridge was not washed away by the river god."

The surrounding people noticed Qin Luo. A plump woman in a floral dress walked over and whispered, "Daoist, I heard that the Wang family sent people to demolish it."

"The ferry business belongs to their family; there must be something fishy going on here."

"Don't talk nonsense, or the Wang family will come after you."

Qin Luo said with a smile, "No matter who demolished it, I'll help you build another bridge."

The plump woman covered her mouth and laughed, "Taoist priest, who knows when you'll finish building the bridge?"

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed.

Qin Luo didn't care. He looked at the Jinsha River, slowly raised his hand, and the ground shook, with soil and rocks tumbling.

The people along the river gaped in disbelief, and in the blink of an eye, a massive stone bridge appeared out of nowhere.

"Immortal Master!"

"It's a Celestial Master!"

A crowd of people knelt before Qin Luo.

After the sturdy stone bridge was built, Qin Luo reached into the river and pulled out a yellow loach. The loach stared wide-eyed, "Immortal Master, spare me! I didn't do anything!"

The yellow loach heard a noise nearby and came over to take a look, but unexpectedly it was caught by Qin Luo.

Qin Luo looked at the yellow loach in his hand, "Do you want to be the river god of the Jinsha River?"

"Let me think about it!"

The loach nodded frantically.

When you're feeling sleepy, I'll hand you a pillow!

Is there really such a good thing?

It naturally knew the benefits of being a river god, and the Jinsha River was no ordinary stream; it was a very large river, and becoming the river god here would give it the opportunity to leap over the dragon gate in the future.

What's your name?

"My name is Jinlong!"

Golden Horn rolled its eyes at it.

It actually shares the same surname as me, Jin?

Qin Luo smiled. How dare a little mudfish have such a grand name? He said solemnly, "Golden Dragon, in the name of the Dao Ancestor, I hereby appoint you as the River God of the Golden Sand River. You must protect the people on both sides of the Golden Sand River and protect this Golden Sand Bridge. If you disobey, may you be struck by lightning."

"Golden Dragon obeys!" Golden spots appeared on the originally yellow loach spirit's body.

Qin Luo released the golden dragon back into the Jinsha River.

The surrounding people continued to kneel and worship.

Qin Luo looked at the people under the bridge and said, "From now on, this river will be protected by the River God Golden Dragon. You can worship it when you have time, and it will protect this Golden Sand Bridge for you."

"Thank you, Immortal Master!"

The people kowtowed to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo led Jin Jiao across the Jinsha Bridge.

Not long after.

The people followed them across the river.

Their faces beamed with joy.

From now on, people won't have to pay expensive boat fares.

A burly man rowed his boat to the Jinsha River. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the Jinsha Bridge, made of earth and stones, and thought he was dreaming.

"Damn it! Who did this?!"

The burly man swung his bamboo pole and slammed it down on the Jinsha Bridge. The bamboo pole shattered, but the bridge remained completely still.

The golden dragon at the bottom of the river sensed something was wrong and glared angrily, "Damn it, I've only just taken office and I'm already causing trouble."

The golden dragon crashed headfirst into a wooden boat beside the bridge, creating a large hole in the boat, which quickly sank.

The burly man cried for help in the river, and the people on the bridge burst into laughter, saying he deserved it.