Emperor Luo was a little nervous. He explained immediately, "Young Master Li, we didn't know you were back. That's why we didn't invite you."
Li Nianfan smiled and said, "I did come back not long ago. It was just a coincidence. Emperor Luo, you don't have to feel guilty."
Emperor Luo was relieved. However, his face was still red. He wanted to slap himself in the face.
Even if he knew the expert wasn't at home, he still had to go and take a look before the Shing Wong Temple was set up. Maybe the expert would come back. He didn't show enough sincerity.
"Greetings, sir."
Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang bowed to Li Nianfan at the same time.
The two of them were very excited. They stood up straight and made a ninety-degree bow.
One was an Emperor, and the other was a great scholar. However, they respected Li Nianfan from the bottom of their hearts. It was not an act. It was from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhou Yunwu said excitedly, "Sir, I thank you on behalf of all the people!"
Meng Junliang said at the same time, "Sir, I thank you on behalf of all the scholars!"
With their current status among the mortals, they had naturally received messages from the Underworld in their dreams. Furthermore, the ones who had sent the messages were the Black and White Impermanence. From their mouths, they had learned that the Shing Wong Temple was built by an expert.
When they mentioned the expert, the first person they thought of was Young Master Li. Therefore, they asked and got the answer that it was indeed Young Master Li!
Their admiration for the Young Master Li reached its peak. Most importantly, the Shing Wong Temple was very beneficial to both Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang.
One was to let the mortals live and work in peace. The other was to give the great scholars hope.
Once the great scholars were well managed, they would be loved and worshipped by the people. After they died, they would be recognized by the Underworld and become the local Shing Wong. That was something to look forward to.
All in all, the City God Temple was a bridge between the mortal world and the underworld. It was a win-win situation!
Li Nianfan waved his hand. "Alright, you don't have to thank me. I just provided an idea."
Emperor Luo quickly said, "Sir, it's great that you're here. Everyone in the Fallen Town wants you to write the inscription!"
Just now, everyone was still discussing who should inscribe the words. This was a major event that not only concerned mortals, but also communicating with the ghosts and deities of the underworld. It could be said to be an enormous matter.
In fact, no matter who inscribed the words, they would not accept it in their hearts. They seemed to be discussing it, but they were actually arguing with each other.
Meng Junliang handed the brush to Li Nianfan and said, "Young Master Li, here's the brush, I'll grind the ink for you!"
Li Nianfan did not decline. With his current status, he was indeed qualified to write. He took the brush and stood to the side.
The signboard was already done. In fact, all that was missing was a couplet of the City God Temple.
Do not underestimate this couplet. This was the true face of the City God Temple. It had to have a deep meaning, not only involving the mortal world, but also the underworld.
The words had to be good, and more importantly, it had to have a foundation.
Li Nianfan looked at the City God Temple behind him, then looked up at the crowd below.
There were many people present. However, at this moment, they all consciously quieted down and looked at Li Nianfan eagerly.
Li Nianfan met the eager gazes of the crowd. He took a deep breath and looked up at the heavens and the earth in the distance.
He saw white snow in the distance that connected the heavens and the earth. Further away, he wondered how the mirror-like Clear Moon Lake was doing.
This place was high enough to look at the lake and mountains in the distance. As the City God Temple, it was also illuminated by the lights of thousands of homes at night. It had the responsibility of petitioning for the people.
Let's write it!
The paper was already prepared and placed in front of the table.
Li Nianfan slowly put down the brush.
Because it was more formal, his movements were not fast. The handwriting was only slightly messy and could be considered neat. However, there was a special charm in it that made people unable to help but be immersed in it.
The people below the stage could not see the words. They only saw Li Nianfan as a person. They only felt that he was simple and elegant. There was an indescribable freedom in each stroke. His body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light, filled with a sense of holiness. The City God Temple actually became his background, making people unable to help but want to worship him.
On the stage, Meng Junliang and the rest stared intently at the calligraphy. They felt as though every single word had come to life, as though they were being imbued with willpower.
This was especially so for Meng Junliang. This was not the first time he had seen Li Nianfan write. Li Nianfan was his ultimate goal. However, every time he saw Li Nianfan write, he would have a different feeling in his heart and feel ashamed of his inferiority.
Can I achieve such a miracle in my lifetime? Even if I can only write one word in this lifetime, it would be good!
"Eight hundred miles of mountains and lakes, who knows what year this picture was. The fireworks of a hundred thousand homes will be here."
The last word … Success!
"Buzz!"
A wave of ripples suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, as if it had touched some kind of law and was forcibly changing it. Waves of mighty heavenly power suddenly fell, even freezing the space here.
Mortals only felt a sense of suffocation, but immortal cultivators all had goosebumps all over their bodies. They were frightened.
They looked at the sky at the same time. Their bodies shook at the same time, and their eyes widened.
They saw a dazzling golden light fall from the sky. It was unknown where it came from, but it was extremely fast and directly smashed into the City God Temple!
In just an instant, the entire City God Temple was enveloped. The original simple color seemed to be plated with a layer of gold. It was dazzling and dazzling, causing pain to the eyes.
Providence!
Providence descending from the heavens!
Just like when the Human Emperor was established, just like when Confucianism was established, and just like when Buddhism was preached, another wave of providence descended. This time … it was the City God!
The monstrous providence was like a tide, rippling in all directions, and plated the entire Fallen Town with a layer of gold. This strange phenomenon was naturally not seen by mortals, but the immortal cultivators at the scene all felt suffocated at the same time, and almost fainted.
They actually witnessed this magnificent scene that was hard to come by in ten thousand years!
At the same time, in the Underworld.
Grandma Meng stood in the middle of the main hall, and Black Bai Wuchang stood on both sides. There were also many ghost servants who were extremely busy, going from house to house to visit people in their dreams.
Grandma Meng held the Life and Death Book in her hands. She placed the book on top of the main hall and said, "The Life and Death Book has the effect of determining life and death. It's like a guide. Now that it has returned to the Underworld, it will be much more convenient for the Soul Hunters in the future."
Black Impermanence said, "It's a pity that the Underworld still does not have enough manpower. Even if we know the time of death, we don't have enough manpower to send over."
Grandma Meng sighed softly and said, "How's the effect of visiting people in their dreams?"
"Grandma, many places in the mortal realm have already started to build City God Temples, but … City God Temples are unprecedented …"
Bai Wuchang paused for a moment, and then said bitterly, "Now, it seems like … we don't have the right to establish one."
If it was the Underworld in the past, it was still possible to establish a City God, as long as they were given official positions and responsibilities, and then slowly operated. However, now that the Underworld had fallen apart, many of the responsibilities were naturally taken back. Even if they wanted to establish a City God, they could not give him the corresponding recognition.
As such, the City God would be treated like a child's play.
To give a simple example, in the past, the Underworld was an organization that was recognized by the Heavenly Axiom, and had authority. However, it was obviously not possible now, and had become similar to a civilian sect. This was related to the issue of whether there was an organization or not.
After all, since the City God was established, there would need to be a ghost servant to oversee the mortal realm.
Since they were not recognized, the steward of the City God could not be considered a real ghost servant, and it was not suitable for him to stay in the mortal realm for long.
At this moment, the entire Underworld shook violently!
A golden light crashed into the Underworld without warning. This golden light was extremely dense, and spread to every corner of the Underworld. Wherever it shone, it was as if lotuses were blooming at every step, causing the entire Underworld to undergo a huge change.
The Life and Death Book placed on the high platform was illuminated by the golden light. The originally pitch-black book gradually turned into a golden color. Beside it, the writing brush also slowly floated up. The tip of the writing 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.
"Hua hua hua!"
In addition to the River Styx, the sound of water could be heard in the Underworld.
The water was turbulent, and it was as if there were raging waves crashing against the waves, bombarding everyone's ears over and over again.
The familiar sound caused the ghost servants to tremble, as if their souls had left their bodies. Their faces were filled with surprise and joy, and they turned into statues.
Bai Wuchang was somewhat incoherent, and said with a trembling voice, "Po … Grandma, that … that's … the sound of the Yellow Springs?"
"It's the Yellow Springs, it's definitely the sound of the water of the Yellow Springs!" Grandma Meng was more excited than anyone else, and her eyes were filled with tears, "This old woman has heard of the Yellow Springs for countless years. It can't be wrong, the Yellow Springs has begun to flow again!"
She quickly walked towards the outskirts of the Underworld.
Here, the water of the Yellow Springs flowed. The originally stagnant water of the Yellow Springs was now gradually glowing with vitality. The golden light was like the light of the sun, pouring down in torrents, and illuminating the entire Yellow Springs.
The Yellow Springs was what people called the Nine Springs, and this was the final destination of the dead.
After a person died, their soul would be led to the Yellow Springs, and temporarily stay there, and be reincarnated under the guidance of the Red Spider Lilies. However, after the great calamity, the water of the Yellow Springs dried up, and the soul was transferred to the ruthless River Styx.
Many ghost servants stood by the Yellow Springs, and their eyes were blurred as they looked at the surging water of the Yellow Springs. Suddenly, they felt like they were in a dream, as if … everything had returned.
At the same time, beside the Yellow Springs, rows of withered black flowers with only their roots left, were also glowing with vitality, and they bloomed one after another.
Red Spider Lilies!
The fiery red Spider Lilies, as if the setting sun was dyed red, began to bloom along the path, and spread out with the earth as a picture scroll.
"When the Red Spider Lily blooms, the flower blooms on the other shore. When the flower blooms, there are no leaves, and when the leaf grows, there are no flowers. When the flower and the leaf grow, they will cherish each other and never meet again." Meng Po murmured. "Beautiful, too beautiful!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Above the Yellow Springs, not far away, the broken bridge began to rumble, as if there was a rainbow hanging high in the sky. The broken stones seemed to be reversing time, and they began to reconnect bit by bit!
PS: This kind of story is completely different from killing monsters to level up, or showing off and slapping people's faces. I don't have any plot that I can use as a reference, and can only rely on myself to think of it. Hence, I often get stuck.
In order not to disappoint my dear readers, after every segment, I will carefully think of the next segment. The feeling of getting stuck … is really uncomfortable. It's not an exaggeration to say that I don't want to eat or drink. Fortunately, I have been able to maintain a stable pace of updating.
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