Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 53 Protecting the Way
The sound of the precious edict rang out and was gradually engraved in the minds of these people. Even if they didn't try to remember it, they could recite it aloud.

This is the decree from the God. As initial believers, you will be forced to memorize this precious decree.

After Chen Beimo finished chanting the precious edict on the cloud, he turned into wind and cloud and flew away.

The tall clay statue in the temple was originally dull and lifeless, but now it looked much more solemn and majestic. If you really wanted to explain the difference, no one in the group could tell.

But no one dared to ignore the temple, and the people had great awe for it.

Because the temple before them was built by their own hands and they had witnessed a miracle with their own eyes, they only believed what they saw with their own eyes.

On the top of the mountain, strands of divine power of faith gathered together, lighting up spells in Chen Beimo's heart.

The priest's hundreds of skills are like a magic book in his mind, all of which are created by divine power.

Threads of divine power gathered in the golden bell and transformed into a dark grey to white leafless lotus with eighteen petals.

This is the symbol of the manifestation of divine power.

As Chen Beimo's mind moved, the gray-white lotus appeared above his dantian and slowly fell into the small puddle formed by the condensed Dharma Qi.

Ripples appeared and lotus flowers grew on the water. Even though the lotus was grayish white, it added a touch of vitality to this lonely world.

The divine arts in Chen Beimo's mind were lit up like candles and emerged.

He didn't know how many magic arts there were in the Hundred Arts of the Priests, but he was sure that magic arts were divided into three types: minor arts, major arts, and ultimate arts.

There are ten small spells that are lit up:
Please enter into their dream, and your thoughts will enter their dream, which can transform into images and transmit sounds.

By listening to the sound of the heart, you can get a glimpse into a person’s heartbeat and distinguish the truth from falsehood in his or her words.

Summon the wind, and you can summon a gust of divine wind with a radius of ten feet.

Calling for rain can cause it to rain for a while within a radius of nine feet.

Controlling objects, one can use his divine power to control objects from a distance within a radius of eighteen feet.

You can draw fire and use Qi to move fire, with a radius of eighteen feet.

Turning gold into gold can drive the gold Qi to turn stone into gold, and the stone is one foot long.

To penetrate obstacles, one can control the Qi of earth and stone with his mind and penetrate walls and obstacles up to one zhang in distance.

Yi Xiang can use divine power to transform one's appearance and body, and is afraid of excessive yang.

By bypassing the water, you can split yourself into the water in front and walk on rivers and lakes.

These ten are all minor techniques, and only three major techniques can be mastered.

Establish the divine domain, open up the Taixu divine realm with the faith of all people, nurture the gods, and drive away the evil spirits...

The Wind and Rain Curse mobilizes the power of heaven and earth, causing clouds to move and rain to fall. Thunder roars in the sky, water falls in all directions, and clouds rise in all directions, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

Bing is against all waters in the Qianlong formation, Jia and Ji are combined with earth, Bing is strong in fire position, fire and earth are strong in gold, Jia is without Ji, and Wei is used to replace it. Water plus wood is clear, Chou is the foundation of the earth, Si is the formation Taiyi, Chou is the tomb of the gold god, so Bing water is born, which is a beautiful water, noble water, belonging to the Kan position.

There is no such thing as the ultimate technique.

However, Chen Beimo was already very content and satisfied. Among these magical arts, the one he valued most was the Qianlong Formation.

This formation is actually not a powerful formation for killing enemies and destroying the strong. Its main purpose is to mobilize the five elements to produce water, using the five elements of the earthly branches to generate the Kan water of the Eight Trigrams. If you can set up this formation, you will be able to speed up your own practice.

Although this formation is called a formation, it is actually more like a momentum. It uses the momentum of heaven and earth to perform its functions and has some decent defensive capabilities. It cannot be considered a large formation against the enemy.

However, the timing, location, and people required to set up the formation are extremely demanding and cannot be accomplished overnight.

Chen Beimo was thinking in his heart, and thought of the strange altar in the yard next to his house. It should be some kind of half-formation and half-force method. It took nearly a year just to select the site and arrange it. I don’t know how long it will take for its use to become apparent.

He stood up and looked at Lingze Lake. Although the water Qi of this lake was not weak, it was trapped in the mountains. Gen earth restrains water, so it is impossible to form a formation. After thinking about it, Yinghe River was the only possible option.

However, there are water demon generals in the Ying River, who will naturally not tolerate his setting up an array to seize the water energy of the Ying River.

With a light sigh, practicing Taoism is difficult, and practicing Taoism on its own is even more difficult.

Even though he had the reputation of being a disciple of the Kanshui sect, it was still so difficult. Those independent cultivators who had no way out would probably have it even more difficult, without any hope at all.

Shaking his head, he let go of these decadent thoughts. Chen Beimo looked at the village of a hundred people below him. The population will increase in the future, and the survival problem will be even greater at that time. If this village is completely isolated from the outside world, it will not survive. Food, clothing, salt, iron, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all trivial things in life, which are not available in the mountains.

Feng State is now in civil strife, the Miao people are mysterious, and Wu State is too far away. It seems that the only way to communicate is with Yunzhou City.

This mountain road still needs to be passable.

As the supreme leader of this village, Chen Beimo cannot completely ignore their wishes and thoughts. If he cannot allow the believers to survive, then their faith will become a cause and effect, just like a gambler who owes a debt. Although he can be free for a while, he will eventually face the day when the divine power backfires.

Fortunately, he is not practicing Shintoism, but only relies on the golden bell to practice Shintoism. The divine power lotus in his dantian can go away at will, so if such a day really comes, it will not cause much backlash to him.

But he still has some good intentions. He only asks for things from his believers without giving anything in return. So where is the power of faith?
Chen Beimo still had to stay in the mountains for a while longer and leave only after Yunze Village was completely stable.

……

In the Water Official Temple, candles were still burning luxuriously in front of the statue at night. In Yunze Village, only the rich could afford candles. At night, the whole village relied on the moonlight for light, and people could only sleep in the loneliness when they returned to their houses.

Although the temple keeper Chen Hanrui is still young, she has decided never to marry in her life and only to serve the gods.

That night, she closed the temple door and went into the hall to extinguish the candle in front of the statue.

Chen Hanrui bowed to the statue, then stood up to extinguish the candle. There was nothing she could do about it, if the candles were kept lit all night, where would she get so much oil and candles?
Just as she stood up, suddenly three golden lights fell from the face of Zhang Weiyan on the statue and turned into three paper figures on the altar.

The divine voice sounded and fell into her ears.

"I grant you three divine soldiers to protect the temple. If you encounter tigers, leopards, wolves, bandits or robbers, recite the magic formula and they will appear to help you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hanrui kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Lord God, for the Dharma! I am very grateful and will guard the temple and do my duty."

“You can send a group of men to the direction of Dajin, to benefit the people and provide for them.

Even if the journey is long and arduous, as long as you are sincere and kind, you will be able to have a smooth journey. "

The voice disappeared as soon as he finished speaking. Chen Hanrui thanked him three times excitedly, then respectfully left the main hall and went to the side room to think alone.

On the second day, the temple keeper summoned people from all the villages to discuss the formation of a caravan. After some arguments and disputes over interests, they finally decided to send a team of ten young and strong men.

Leading the group was the candidate for village chief, Pan Lide, and nine other strong men in their twenties and thirties. Each of them carried a bamboo basket filled with local toys made in the village, even some jewelry, and various items that neighbors had asked them to exchange.

The group carried their large bamboo baskets and set off towards Yunzhou City on the border of Jin State.

On the way, there was a man named Jiang Fusheng who was a former mountain herder and had a lot of experience. He led them along the way carefully and made secret signs at any time to help them find the way. Of course, they only started making signs after they left the village for more than ten miles, otherwise if other evil people saw them and found the village, it would be a disaster.

After walking for four or five days, they got lost in the vast mountains and forests. They hurriedly ran around and were trapped in a small area. That night, they built a bonfire to keep warm and rest.

Pan Lide sighed, "This vast mountain is so vast and dense. Even in autumn, there are still many tree obstacles. I don't know if I can get out tomorrow."

Jiang Fusheng frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. The sky has been gloomy these days, with no sun or moon, and it's hard to tell the direction.

If you can see the sun and the moon, you can find the way.

"

"Didn't the witch say that the gods would protect us?" Pan Lide said in hatred, "In the end, we got lost just like that."

"Oh, keep your voice down." Jiang Fusheng said hurriedly, "Who in the village doesn't listen to her now? And the God has shown his spirit before, do you dare not believe it?"

"Tsk, what God?" Pan Lide sneered and whispered, "I have seen many such sorcerers in Feng Country, who doesn't have a few tricks? If this God really has some extraordinary ability, if he is really an immortal, he can just give us whatever we want, why would we have to go through so much hardship?"

"Pan Lide, what do you mean by that?" A man behind him said dissatisfiedly, "We all crawled out of the dead pile in Feng Country. If it weren't for the protection of the God, would we have the peaceful life we ​​have today? We can choose wives, don't have to look at the officials, and there are no landlords to collect rent. Isn't this a paradise?"

"Ahem, don't get excited." Pan Lide saw that he had caused dissatisfaction among the crowd, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Of course the God is good. But we are trapped now. If we can't get out, I'm afraid we will starve to death in the mountains."

"The gods will protect us, what are you afraid of?" Someone else said loudly, "Pan Lide, you are a scholar. We all respect you for your literacy, so we want to elect you as the village chief.

Without the God, where would we come to Yunze Village? And where would we choose the village chief?"

"It is! It is!"

Several people were dissatisfied. In their eyes, they could go from the chaotic world where human life was worthless to the paradise-like life they have now. Even in peaceful times, they could not have such a good life. Naturally, they cherished it and respected the God very much.

Pan Lide stopped talking and dared not say anything more. After discussing for a while, they all fell asleep.

The night wind gradually picked up, and the wind chimes around their waists occasionally collided and made one or two soft sounds, which mixed in with the silent night and made people sleepier.

In the dream, Pan Lide was extremely conscious and he found himself back in the Water Official Temple in Yunze Village.

There was no one around. In the solemn temple, only the wind chimes hanging on the eaves were swaying and ringing, incense was rising in front of the statue, and the solemn priest glared at the statue as if alive.

Pan Lide was frightened by the water official head after just one look, and kowtowed and said: "I pay my respects to the God, please forgive me!"

The priest statue ignored him, but the snake statue under the priest seat came to life, transformed into a demon with a beautiful woman's head and a green python's body, and asked coldly: "How dare you rebel against the people, you dare to speak rudely to the Lord of the Gods, and even compare the Lord of the Gods with the people of the world, do you really think that I can't hear or see it?"

The vivid body of a snake appeared before his eyes. Pan Lide knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up, and even couldn't control his body. He only saw the snake king opening its cherry mouth and spitting out a scarlet snake tongue.

The small mouth turned into a huge snake mouth in the blink of an eye, biting towards him, as if it wanted to swallow him alive.

"No! Spare me! Spare me! Spare me!"

"Pan Lide! Pan Lide! Wake up! It's already daybreak and you're still dreaming!"

A familiar voice sounded, pulling him out of his dream. He suddenly woke up and stood up, gasping for breath. The people around him laughed and said, "It was just a dream, and you were scared. You are really a coward."

Pan Lide still remembered the cherry lips and the blood-red snake mouth intertwining in his mind. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed in the direction he came from, and said, "Lord God, I offended you yesterday. From now on, I will worship your statue day and night and pray devoutly!"

"Hey, Pan Lide, you were so calm yesterday, why are you different today?"

someone teased.

"Okay, stop arguing," Jiang Fusheng said, "Last night I dreamed that the God showed me the way. As long as we follow the direction where the wind chimes ring, we will find the road we are looking for!"

"What? The Lord of God really showed me the way?"

"Then let's try it quickly!"

So a group of people really took the wind chimes they carried with them and waved them around. Sure enough, the wind chimes of seven or eight people were blown in the same direction by the wind. Everyone thanked and expressed their gratitude for a while before carrying their bamboo baskets and setting off.

After traveling for another four or five days, everyone could already see the mountains in the distance disappearing, which meant they were about to reach their destination!

At noon that day, Jiang Fusheng was leading the way when suddenly something changed in front of him and he shouted, "Back off!"

Before everyone could react, they saw several net bags suddenly rise from the ground and hang five or six people on the tree.

A group of people came out from the bushes around them and looked at them with excitement.

Pan Lide was struggling in the net in the air. Seeing this scene, he was shocked and shouted, "These people are Miao people, and they seem to be Black Miao!"

Everyone was shocked. The people of Feng were closer to the Miao people, so they naturally understood them better.

The Miao people have five tribes, but the largest are the Qing Miao and the Black Miao.

The green seedlings are so gentle and kind, but the black seedlings are different. The black seedlings are greedy!
And even if they don't eat them, they will be enslaved or even tortured, and many of them will become their breeding grounds.

"Ajiangnu's words are indeed credible! There really is such a group of Jin people." An old man with naked arms with patterns on them looked at them with a grim smile and said, "Boys, take them back to the village to work!"

"Hey, okay!"

The crowd started to make a fuss and shout, and the ferocious Black Miao men took long wooden sticks and tied them up without any explanation.

Jiang Fusheng was shocked and said: "You Black Miao, why did you arrest us for no reason?
We are protected by the God!"

"Hey, Ajiangnu needed some help, and I happened to meet you, so I captured you and brought you back." The old man in the lead looked at them with ill intentions and said, "Although the skin and meat are not fat, they taste good."

Just this one sentence frightened everyone so much that they fought desperately.

But there were only ten of them, while this group of Miao people numbered as many as thirty to fifty people, and most of them were armed. The five men beside the old man were holding iron blades that shone with cold light, and they had no chance of struggling at all.

In the distance, Chen Beimo on the top of the mountain frowned. He was connected to the wind chimes of many people in Yunze Village with his mind. At this moment, he naturally realized that the group of people who went out of the mountain to buy were in danger, and they were the Black Miao who knew the art of witchcraft.

He naturally didn't have time to rush over. Logically speaking, it was impossible to encounter a group of Miao people near the outer mountains of Dajin. Most likely, this group of people was too unlucky and had too much bad luck, which attracted the attention of those who were proficient in witchcraft.

Chen Beimo's mind moved, and the divine lotus in his body slowly turned, connecting with the magic bells carried by the people of Yunze Village.

"Ding Dong..."

A mountain breeze blew by, and the wind chimes rang softly, which surprised the Miao people.

The ten men of Yunze Village shouted excitedly, "The God has appeared!"

The mountain wind caresses the hills, the bells ring crisply, clouds rise and fog falls, and where the wind chimes sound, the gods appear.

(End of this chapter)