Mountain Temple.

The eaves are arched, with red bricks and green tiles, and are located between the mountains and water.

From a distance, the smoke and clouds are swirling, the divine sound is like a prison, and there is an indescribable solemnity.

Hundreds of devout believers knelt outside, praying in whispers and looking reverent.

This group of people looked like mortals in the mountains, newly civilized, but wore simple and crude animal skin skirts and clothes, covering the vital points of their bodies, and the exposed skin was dry and rough.

But whether it was a man or a woman, or an old man or a child, they were all extremely devout, and they were praying with all their hearts, praising the gods who kept them safe.

Jing Younan stood on the cliff and watched condescendingly, only to see that with their prayers, wisps of bright light appeared out of thin air, reflecting the colorful brilliance, slowly and simply drifting towards the depths of the mountain temple.

"This is the power of incense faith,"

Jing Younan blinked, his expression unmoving.

"Yes,"

Curled up in his sleeve, Su and Nu said in a low voice, "The power of incense faith can be transformed into divine power, and it is the most precious power of the gods. ”

"Hmm,"

Jing Younan nodded, indicating that she understood.

The key to the strength of the gods is the amount of divine power accumulated in the body.

After all, only sufficient divine power can shape the divine body, refine the artifact, and even further condense the divine domain and perform divine arts, which is inseparable from divine power.

It is precisely because of this that the gods are so keen to show their believers, using all kinds of means, or intimidation, or seduction, or help, to make themselves the only faith in the hearts of believers, so as to provide them with a steady stream of incense and transform it into divine power.

After looking at it for a while, Jing Younan suddenly asked, "Su, female Taoist friend, how did you know that there would be a mountain god living here?"

To be honest, Jing Younan is quite curious about this, you must know that the distance between the two is not far, plus the gods are limited, they can't leave their temples too far, and it is impossible for Su and Nu to come here.

Regarding this matter, Su and Nu did not hide it, and replied, "I obtained the refining method of the Divine Mirror from the inheritance of the Fire God, and this artifact has no other purpose, but the god used to view the attachment is very useful. ”

"I see,"

Jing Younan nodded, and said with a stir, "Su, female Daoist, I don't know if our monks can use the Divine Mirror?"

"Jing Daoyou is interested?"

Su and Nu asked rhetorically, and then said, "The Divine Mirror automatically searches for the source of divine power around it, and the monks can also use it, but the scope is reduced by half. ”

"I see,"

Jing Younan thought of the record in the "Three Nights of Divine Dao" he obtained, and said, "Can Su and female Taoist friends help me refine a mirror of appreciation?"

"No problem,"

Su and the woman didn't ask much, and Yu Crisp agreed.

"Next, I'm going to meet this mountain god for a while. ”

Jing Younan took a deep breath and looked down.

In front of the mountain temple.

After the daily prayers, the believers stood up and bowed respectfully to the saint standing in front of the steps, and then left.

Mere prayer will not allow them to survive in the 100,000 mountains, they need to use their blood and strength to slay the beasts that are eyeing them around, make clothes out of their fur, and use their flesh and blood as food.

People in the mountains have lived like this for generations, and then they grow old.

Seeing the last believer leave, the pure and solemn-looking saint wrinkled her nose, and a trace of disgust flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She used to be one of them, but since she was chosen by the mountain god to become a saint in the mountain temple, after seeing the mysteries of Shinto, her worldview has changed dramatically.

In her eyes, the partners she knew, and even her relatives, were ignorant and uncivilized, and they were like wild beasts in the mountains.

"And I will live forever, and my face will always be there. ”

The saint said in her heart, lifted the corner of her skirt, turned gracefully, and walked towards the depths of the temple.

In the main hall of the temple, the golden incense burner is burning with fine spices, and the curling smoke rises three feet, condensed but not dispersed, and the fragrance is fragrant.

The mountain god sat on the throne in the center, with wide eyebrows and sharp eyes, slender arms, and delicate skin like a baby.

At his feet, three graceful women wearing only light veils writhed their delicate bodies, singing and dancing, and the fragrance was bursting, which was fascinating.

If in normal times, the mountain god who likes beauty the most must be mighty and enjoy the perfect carcass and body of the girls in front of him, which is the thing he is most passionate about in addition to the position of divine power.

It's just that the mountain god is in a bad mood today, and he always feels irritable in his heart, as if something bad is happening, but he can't find the source.

The holy woman glanced at the three competitors at the bottom of the stairs, cursed secretly, and then showed the sweetest smile on her delicate little face, walked over in broken steps, and said in a glutinous voice, "My lord,"

"Hmm,"

The mountain god stretched out his hand, took the holy woman in his arms, smelled the fragrance of her silk, and gradually calmed down.

Among the women he has collected and cultivated in the past thousand years, it is this girl who is the most suitable for him, beautiful, intelligent, well-behaved, can serve people, and staying with her will make his life full of fun, not forever boring.

Habitually reaching into the gauze skirt and caressing the delicate skin like silk, the eyes of the mountain god are shining, and the flame is burning.

"Hee-hee,"

The saint writhed deliberately, wanting to refuse, and the small mouth of her red lips opened slightly, like a ripe peach.

Seeing such a familiar scene, the other three girls in the hall surrounded them familiarly, pulled up the curtains, and put down the jade hooks.

"Little, people. ”

The three girls were jealous and envious in their hearts, and their every qiē was tied to the mountain god, and it was an instinct to compete for favor.

Unfortunately, they never succeeded.

Just when the two people in the tent were about to be rolled by the waves, suddenly, a sword light flew from outside the temple, and it only flashed to the top of the mountain god's head, and the cold killing intent was pervasive, cold to the bone.

"Not good,"

At the moment of life and death, the mountain god was surprisingly calm, he grabbed the person next to the pillow, and sent it upwards with one hand.

Click,

The sword light entered the body, and the graceful girl just now couldn't die anymore, turning into a cold corpse.

"Hmph,"

The mountain god threw aside the corpse of the girl who was still full of disbelief, and stood up to look at the enemy walking outside.

Only then did the other three girls react, and they were so frightened that they lay on the ground, motionless.

At this time, they realized that no matter when, for the gods, they are the most important thing, no matter how beautiful their faces are, they are just condiments

Jing Younan held his head high, approached step by step, and the withered gourd in his hand roared with a sword, and said word by word, "I'm here to take your life today." ”

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