Emperor Luo was a little nervous, and he explained immediately, saying, "Mr. Li, we didn't know you were back, so we didn't invite you."

Li Nianfan smiled and said, "I did just come back not long ago, but I just happened to catch up. Emperor Luo doesn't have to feel guilty."

Emperor Luo was relieved, but his face was still red, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

Even if he knew that the master was not at home, he had to go and see him on the eve of setting up the City God Temple. Maybe the master would come back. His sincerity was not enough. Alas!

"Hello, sir."

Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang saluted Li Nianfan at the same time.

They both seemed extremely excited, standing straighter and bowing 90 degrees.

One is an emperor, the other is a great scholar, but they both have a deep respect for Li Nianfan. This is not pretending, but comes from the heart.

Zhou Yunwu said excitedly: "Sir, on behalf of the people of the whole country, thank you!"

Meng Junliang also spoke at the same time, "Sir, on behalf of all the scholars, thank you!"

Their current status among mortals has naturally been entrusted by the underworld, and the one who entrusted them is the Black and White Impermanence, a big boss of the underworld. From their mouths, they learned that the City God Temple was established by a master.

Speaking of masters, the first person they thought of was naturally Master Li, so they asked about it, and the answer they got was indeed Master Li!

Immediately, his admiration for Mr. Li reached its peak. The most important thing was that the establishment of the City God Temple would bring great benefits to both Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang.

One was that it would allow ordinary people to live and work in peace and contentment, and the other was that it would give hope to contemporary Confucian scholars.

Once a Confucian scholar governed well and was loved and worshipped by the people, he would be recognized by the underworld after his death and become the local City God. What a thing to look forward to.

In short, the City God Temple was a bridge between ordinary people and the underworld, a win-win situation!

Li Nianfan waved his hands, "Okay, you don't have to thank me, I just provided an idea."

Luo Huang hurriedly said: "Sir, you came at the right time. You are the one who is most expected to write the inscription in this entire Luoxian City!"

Just now, everyone was still discussing who should write the inscription. This is a big deal. It is not only related to mortals, but also to communicate with ghosts and gods in the underworld. It is a big deal.

In fact, no matter who writes the inscription, they are not convinced in their hearts. It seems that they are discussing, but in fact they are entangled with each other.

Meng Junliang handed the pen to Li Nianfan and said: "Mr. Li, the pen is for you, and I will grind ink for you!"

Li Nianfan did not refuse. With his current status, he is indeed qualified to write the inscription, so he took the pen and stood aside.

The plaque has been completed. Actually, what is missing is the couplet for the City God Temple.

Don't underestimate this couplet. It is the real face of the City God. It must have deep meaning. It must not only include the human world, but also be connected to the underworld.

The words must be good and have a foundation.

Li Nianfan looked at the City God Temple behind him, and then looked up at the people below.

There were many people on the scene, three layers inside and three layers outside, but at this time they all consciously quieted down, looking at Li Nianfan eagerly.

Li Nianfan met the eager eyes of the people, took a deep breath, and looked up at the distant world.

But I can see the white snow in the distance, connecting with the sky and the earth. Even further away, I wonder what the mirror-like Jingyue Lake is like.

The height here is enough to overlook the lake and mountains in the distance. It is the City God. At night, it is illuminated by the lights of thousands of houses and has the responsibility of petitioning for the people.

Just write it!

The paper has been prepared and spread out in front of the table.

Li Nianfan wrote slowly.

Because it is more formal, the technique is not fast. The handwriting is only slightly sloppy, which is neat, but there is a strange charm in it, which makes people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

The people in the audience could not see the words, but only saw Li Nianfan himself. They only felt his elegant and graceful manner, and his unrestrained manner in every stroke. He seemed to be wrapped in a layer of faint onlookers, full of holiness. The city god actually became his background, which made people unable to help but worship him.

On the stage, Meng Junliang and others stared at the calligraphy, and felt that every word was alive, representing a will.

Especially Meng Junliang, it was not the first time he saw Li Nianfan writing, and he regarded Li Nianfan as his ultimate pursuit. However, every time he saw Li Nianfan writing, he would have different feelings in his heart, and he felt ashamed of himself.

Such a miracle, can I achieve it in my lifetime? Even if I can only write one word in this life, it would be fine!

"Who knows when the eight hundred miles of lakes and mountains were painted, and the fireworks of a hundred thousand families all return to the towers here."

The last word... Complete!

"Buzz!"

A wave of ripples suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, as if some rules were being forcibly changed, and waves of mighty heavenly power fell down, even solidifying the space here.

Mortals only felt a sense of suffocation, but the cultivators were all covered with hair standing on end and their hearts pounding.

They saw in the sky at the same time, and their bodies shook at the same time, and their eyes widened.

However, they saw a dazzling golden light falling from the sky, not knowing where it came from, and at an extremely fast speed, and it hit the City God Temple directly!

In just a moment, the entire City God Temple was enveloped. The original simple color seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, dazzling and dazzling, and it hurt people's eyes.

Luck!

Luck from heaven!

Just like the establishment of the Human Emperor, the establishment of Confucianism, and the spread of Buddhism, another great luck descended. This time... it was the establishment of the City God!

The overwhelming luck was like a tide, rippling around, coating the entire Luoxian City with a layer of gold. Such a strange phenomenon was naturally invisible to mortals, but the immortal cultivators present were suffocated at the same time and almost fainted.

I actually witnessed this magnificent scene that is rare in a thousand years!

At the same time, in the underworld.

Meng Po stood in the main hall, with Black and White Impermanence standing on both sides, and many ghost messengers were busy going door to door to pray for people in their dreams.

Meng Po held the Book of Life and Death in her hand, and placed the book on the top of the hall. She said, "The Book of Life and Death has the effect of judging life and death, like a guide. Now that it has returned to the underworld, it will be much easier to capture souls in the future."

Black Impermanence said, "It's a pity that the underworld still doesn't have enough manpower. Even if we know the time of death, there are not enough people to send there."

Meng Po sighed and said, "How effective is the dream prayer?"

"Mother-in-law, many places in the mortal world have already begun to build City God temples, but... the City God thing is unprecedented..."

Bai Wuchang paused for a moment, and then said bitterly: "It seems that we now... have no right to establish it."

If it were the underworld in the past, it would still be possible to establish a City God. All you need to do is give him an official position and responsibilities, and then slowly operate it. But now, the underworld has already fallen apart, and many responsibilities have naturally been taken back. Even if you want to establish a City God, you can't give him the corresponding recognition.

In this way, the City God will be a joke.

To give a simple example, the underworld used to be an institution recognized by the Heavenly Dao and had authority, but now, it is obviously not working anymore. It has become a nature similar to a folk sect, which is related to the issue of whether it has an organization or not.

After all, since the City God has been established, there needs to be a ghost messenger to sit in the mortal world.

And since he is not recognized, the City God's manager cannot be considered a real ghost messenger, and it is not appropriate for him to stay in the mortal world for a long time.

At this moment, the entire underworld shook violently!

A golden light suddenly fell into the underworld without any warning. The golden light was extremely rich and spread to every corner of the underworld. Wherever it shone, it was like lotus flowers blooming step by step, causing great changes in the entire underworld.

The Book of Life and Death placed on the high platform was illuminated by the golden light. The originally black self actually gradually turned golden. Next to it, the brush also slowly floated up, and the tip of the brush actually turned from black to gold!

The golden light continued to shine, and began to spread from the main hall to other places in the underworld.

"Boom boom boom!"

In addition to the Styx, there was another sound of water coming from the underworld.

The water was rushing, as if there were waves beating against it, bombarding everyone's ears over and over again.

The familiar sound made many ghost officials tremble all over, as if their souls had left their bodies, with expressions of surprise and joy on their faces, turning into statues.

Bai Wuchang was a little incoherent, and trembled, "Grandma... Grandma, that... is that... the sound of Huangquan?"

"It's Huangquan, it's definitely the sound of Huangquan water!" Mengpo was more excited than anyone else, with tears in her eyes, "I have listened to the sound of Huangquan water for countless years, and I can't be wrong, Huangquan has started flowing again!"

She walked quickly towards the outskirts of the underworld.

Here, the surging water of the Yellow Springs is rolling. The Yellow Springs, which was originally dead water, is now gradually glowing with vitality. The golden light is like the light of the sun, pouring down and illuminating the entire Yellow Springs.

The Yellow Springs is what people call the Nine Springs, which is the final resting place of the dead.

After a person dies, the soul will be led to the Yellow Springs, temporarily staying there, and then reincarnated along the guidance of the red spider lily. However, after the catastrophe, the Yellow Springs water dries up, and the soul then turns into the fierce Styx.

Many ghosts stand by the Yellow Springs, looking at the surging Yellow Springs water with a dazed look, and suddenly they have a dreamlike feeling, as if... everything is back again.

At the same time, beside the Yellow Spring, rows of flowers that had withered and turned black, with only roots and stems left, also began to bloom, one after another.

Red spider lilies!

The red and fiery red spider lilies, like the blood-stained waning sun, began to bloom one by one along the way, spreading out with the earth as a scroll.

"Red spider lilies bloom, flowers bloom on the other side; flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers; flowers and leaves cherish each other forever, never to see each other." Meng Po murmured in a low voice, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Above the Yellow Spring, not far away, the broken bridge began to make a rumbling sound, as if there was a rainbow hanging high in the sky, and the broken rubble began to reconnect bit by bit as if time had reversed!

PS: This kind of writing is completely different from the monster-killing and leveling-up and the show-off-and-get-faced writing style. I don’t have any routines that I can learn from, so I can only rely on my own thinking, so I often get stuck.

In order not to disappoint all the readers, every time I finish a link, I will very carefully conceive the next link. The feeling of being stuck... is really uncomfortable. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as not wanting to eat or drink. Fortunately, I have always been able to update steadily.

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