My mythology is different from yours

As a temple for the gods that protects the entire Jiuli City, the temple on Qishen Mountain is very large and is worshiped by the people of the city.The highest hall, Shengzhao Hall, is where the Taoist temple is dedicated to the main god. There are two buildings below the level, a total of nine halls, dedicated to the disciples of the main god.

Originally enshrined here was a Tiangang Xingjun, that is, the main god in the Xuanliuyuan talisman. The statue of this Xingjun in the world cracked and his divine power dissipated, so he might have died.

With the power of the gods, the talisman master's own practice and destiny are closely related to the gods he enshrines. The "human disciples" and "divine envoys" who are called gods, if the gods fall, their talisman masters will also suffer heavy losses.

Xuan Liuyuan died because of this.

The perspective of the novel is mainly on the male lead. The important thing is the process of Yun Zhiyan getting the first talisman. The extra details that have nothing to do with him are naturally skipped. Xuan Zhi was also on the way back home last night, listening to Xuan Qing Speaking of which, I know these things.

However, the gods invited by Xuanzhi are really different from the gods in the book, and there is no risk of falling.

After she arrived at the temple, she was led in by the nuns of the temple. The elders of all the families in Jiuli City had already arrived, and Xuanfu was among them.Coupled with the abbot monks in the temple, there are quite a lot of people, making it extremely lively.

Xuanzhi entered the temple under their watchful eyes. The layout of the temple has been removed, and there is nothing on the shrine, making the whole hall extremely empty.

There are two tables on the left and one on the right in front of the hall, and a futon is placed next to each table. At this time, a man wearing a black Taoist robe sits kneeling on the right seat, and a golden brocade is spread on his table. Silk, cinnabar, black ink, gold lacquer and other pigments are complete, and I think he is a temple painter.

The two met and saluted each other.

The "Erlang God" that Xuan Zhi mentioned is not on the divine spectrum, but this well-informed artist who has painted the famous Zhengshen Xingjun and countless small gods has never heard of it, which shows that she The reputation of the gods is not obvious.

The elders of the various families in Jiuli City originally had no hope for such a god that no one cares about. , it came from the god dog under the seat of the god, and everyone became cautious.

No one has ever seen this god, and to make a statue of the god, Xuan Zhi must either use divine power to develop the image, or she can only describe it, and the painter will make the image.

Countless scorching gazes fell on her. Even after hearing about the power of the god dog, the clan elders outside the temple still want to see the power of the god with their own eyes before they can feel at ease.

Father Xuan stood at the front, holding a stick of incense sticks, changed his strict father's appearance before, looked at her with pride and kindness, and said to her kindly: "My son, hurry up and ask Erlang Zhenjun to show his spirit. "

Xuanzhi would be more than happy to invite him, but it's a pity that she can only invite Xiaotiangou now.Xiaotiangou is still a reckless let go, once released, she can't be sent back, and she won't stop until she is emptied.

Maybe the temple will be demolished.

Xuanzhi could only wonder: "Father, I fought against the demons in the city tower last night, and my spiritual power has not recovered yet, so I really feel powerless."

The clan elders looked at each other, and one of them said: "Xuan girl really worked hard last night, thanks to you, Jiuli City is safe and sound."

"My son was also lucky to be rescued by the god dog last night, otherwise he must have been seriously injured. The old man originally wanted to come to the door to thank the god after the sacrifice."

The other party said that he took out a bottle of spirit-replenishing pills from his bosom and handed them to her, "Lack of spiritual power is not good for the meridians. The old man happens to have a spirit-replenishing pill here. Take two pills quickly."

Everyone nodded to answer the words, and praised Xuanzhi, Shengou, and Zhenjun Erlang who had not met yet. The respectful gestures and sincere words seemed to be extremely devout believers under Zhenjun Erlang, and they couldn't wait. I really want to see the power of the gods.

Xuan Zhi said in silence: "..." Sure enough, it is easiest to cultivate faith when disasters are imminent.

She accepted the elixir disrespectfully, drank half of the water, and meditated for a while to recover her spiritual power, and stretched out her hand to sacrifice the talisman.

The talisman floated into the air from her palm, and the golden light as bright as the morning sun illuminated the hall, and auspicious purple energy overflowed from the talisman, lingering in the hall, and there was a faint ethereal sound of bells and chimes.

——Of course, this is the result of Xuanzhi's hard work in packaging, imitating the golden light and auspicious scene on the shrine in the talisman.

All the people inside and outside the hall held incense offerings in their hands, bowed down and worshiped, waiting for the gods to appear.

Seeing the pious attitude of the crowd, Xuanzhi waited for a while, and then said distressedly: "Zhenjun doesn't want to lower his divine power for such a trivial matter."

The gods and the old man have said so, of course everyone dare not force it anymore, seeing that she is indeed a contract talisman, and the talisman is so majestic, the elders feel a little more at ease.

Finally fooling them all, Xuanzhi secretly heaved a sigh of relief, took back the talisman and sat on the seat on the left, and said calmly, "Please write the pen, please."

She described the appearance of Erlang Zhenjun in detail. He looked handsome and brave, dressed in yellow clothes and silver armor, with a silver crown and hair tied, with a third eye between his brows, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, holding a soap eagle on his arm, and holding a sword by his feet. Roaring dog.

After the painter listened carefully, he wrote carefully, stopping from time to time to ask her for details.

About an hour later, the painter stopped painting, stood up and took up the portrait to show her. The portrait of Erlang Zhenjun is extraordinary, with brows and eyes, strong and persistent, holding an eagle and leading a dog, more handsome than she imagined The gods are so powerful that even the Xiaotian dog is the same as the jade carving in the talisman. It is worthy of being a professional painter of gods.

Seeing the majesty of the portrait, all the elders outside the hall lost their last bit of doubt.

The portrait was made, and after some incense and worship, it was offered to the shrine.The painter copied another image to cast the god statue. After the god statue was cast, the formal ceremony of welcoming the gods was a big scene where all the people in the city would mobilize.

Xuanzhi didn't have anything to do after the portrait. After lunch in the temple, Xuanzhi rejected the nun's proposal to take her around the temple, and went back to the wing of the temple apse to rest.

She had just recovered from a serious illness, and she had tossed and tossed all night last night. She couldn't open her eyes for a long time. If it weren't for being stared at by so many eyes, and Father Xuan was always by her side to remind her not to make mistakes, she would have been able to sleep on the temple.

The wing room is far away from the front mountain temple. It is usually a place for monks in the city to practice. It is very quiet. The spiritual vein of Jiuli City is located under the Qishen Mountain. The mountain is full of spiritual energy. Even in the afternoon, floating spiritual mist can still be faintly seen among the lush forests.

Xuan Zhi nestled into the bed, fell asleep when his head touched the pillow.

While she was in deep sleep, a wisp of black smoke floated from the purse hanging on the screen, and flew away from the wing room like no one else, and fell back into the temple where the portrait of Zhenjun Erlang was enshrined.

Before officially welcoming the gods into the lord, this portrait is just a portrait, in fact, it can't be called a statue of a god.However, the incense burner tribute was already placed in the hall, and there was a Taoist boy waiting on him, and the cigarette smoke was floating in the hall, and the black smoke mixed in it was unobtrusive.

"Zhenjun Erlang," Shen Tutao leisurely looked at the portrait of "magnificent and handsome" on the niche through the black smoke, "it is more pleasing to the eye than those guys in the fairy world."

A stick of offering incense in the censer was burning to the tip, it must have been lit not long ago.Shen Tutao fell into the ashes of the incense burner and waited patiently. When the stick of incense burned out, the black smoke drifted away from the burner again. He rushed to the portrait for a closer look. After a while, he snorted and muttered, "That's right."

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Xuan Zhi slept very deeply this time, since she entered the book, she has been working hard, and she has not stopped all the time, and it is the first time that she sleeps like this without any worries.

When she was sleeping soundly, a sudden knock on the door came to her ears, Xuanzhi was stuck in a dream and didn't want to wake up.Seeing no response, the person who knocked on the door shouted loudly: "Miss Xuan, I'm coming in!"

After speaking, he pushed open the door and entered, hurried to the bedside, and pushed Xuanzhi awake.

Xuanzhi opened his eyes in a daze, and saw an anxious face, and asked in doubt: "Sister Xiangye, what's wrong?"

The person who came was Han Xiangye, the temple nun who had been accompanying Xuanzhi all the time.During the entire period of welcoming the gods, her task was to follow Xuan Zhi around, first to take care of her, and second to guide her subsequent sacrificial etiquette.

Han Xiangye grabbed his clothes from the screen, "The statue of Zhenjun Erlang has faded, the abbot and all the elders please go over immediately."

When Xuan Zhi heard her previous sentence, the remaining sleepiness disappeared immediately, and she sat up straight, grabbed the clothes and put them on her body, and asked in confusion: "Fade?"

"After the statue was completed, there were always boys serving incense in the temple. At first, nothing could be seen, but now that three hours have passed, the color on the statue has faded to dullness, and indeed it is no longer as bright as before."

Han Xiangye said while helping her fasten her clothes.Yukong was forbidden in the temple, and the two had no choice but to trot towards the front mountain.

It is already evening now, and the setting sun is hanging on the top of the high mountain behind Qishen Mountain, covering the entire Jiuli City in the evening glow.

When I came to the temple to have a look, the portrait of Zhenjun Erlang was indeed quite different from when it was first made. The bright yellow robe on Zhenjun's body faded to the color of dry grass, and the silver armor was also dull. Covered with a layer of gray filter.

As soon as she appeared, she was surrounded by everyone. Father Xuan frowned tightly and asked on behalf of everyone: "My son, what's going on? Could it be that the emperor is dissatisfied?"

"Father, don't worry, wait for me to take a look." Xuanzhi bowed three times before approaching the shrine, looked at the portraits on it carefully, and turned to ask the painter beside him, "What kind of paint did you use to paint the statues?" ?”

Even if the pigment oxidizes, it won't be so fast?

"You mean these colored inks?" The painter turned and pointed to the porcelain pots of paint placed on the table. Obviously, everyone had checked them before she came, but he still explained to Xuan Zhi the colors used in the painting one by one. "The red on the image is cinnabar, the yellow is orpiment powder, and the white is mica powder..."

He finally added: "All the god statues are painted with high-quality stone colors, and the brocade silk used is also dedicated to the painting of god statues, and it will be painted with a layer of spiritual stone powder for protection. It shouldn't fade so quickly."

The paint is fine, the canvas is fine, and the shrine censer has been inspected and is fine.Then it can only be that there is a problem with the god on the image.

Xuanzhi had a vague suspicion in his heart.Is it because she actually failed to invite Erlang God at all, so the portrait of the god can't be kept?

If this is the case, the Xiaotian dog should be able to survive.It's just that the Xiaotian dog is white, and it's hard to tell whether it has faded or not.