Creation Color Master

This was the first time Chu Mo had heard of the legend of He Bo, so he couldn't help but chat with Liu Yuze for a few more words.

Gradually it was the fifth watch and the surroundings gradually became brighter. Seeing that the agreed time was almost up, Chu Mo said goodbye to Liu Yuze and returned to the river to reunite with Yang Jiye and Tian Yiheng.

Liu Yuze stood in front of the Hebo Temple and watched Chu Mo leave. One of the guards asked in confusion, "Sir, this man's origins are unknown, and his whereabouts in front of the Hebo Temple are suspicious. Why are you treating him with such courtesy?"

Liu Yuze glared at the guard and scolded him, "What do you know? This person is so eloquent at such a young age, how could he be an ordinary person? And the scholar who spoke told us the results of our investigation for nearly ten days in just a few words. If they are really just passing by, that would be terrible."

The guard said, "Sir, this is not a simple matter. I will see it after I go over. I think they are just being mysterious."

Liu Yuze pondered for a moment and said, "It just so happens that I also need to go to the river, so I'll go and take a look. You two stay here and no one is allowed to come here to worship. Do you hear me?"

After giving instructions to the two of them, Liu Yuze used his magical power to shrink the ground to an inch and with one step he covered a distance of more than ten meters, and chased in the direction Chu Mo left.

Soon Chu Mo brought Yao Guangxiao and Wei Zheng to the river and returned to the original place. Unexpectedly, Yang Jiye and He Tian Yiheng had already returned.

Seeing Chu Mo coming back, Yang Jiye immediately stepped forward and said, "My lord, I rode forward for about ten miles, but I didn't see a bridge or even the shadow of a sailboat."

Tian Yiheng also nodded.

Seeing this, Chu Mo said, "In that case, there is a village a few miles behind. Let's go there in the morning. Now we can only cross the river by boat."

At this time, Tian Yiheng said to Chu Mo: "My lord, I saw a few villagers on the way back. They seemed to be carrying livestock and other things, and their whereabouts were somewhat suspicious and they were heading towards the river."

When Chu Mo heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Liu Yuze's figure appeared by the river, which scared Chu Mo and others. Yang Jiye was even more alert, circulating his blood and energy to attack at any time.

Liu Yuze looked at Yang Jiye meaningfully, then smiled and clasped his fists and said, "My dear, we meet again. You are really fast. I remembered that I also need to go to the riverside, but I am still a step behind."

Chu Mo smiled and said without saying anything, "Greetings, sir. My guard just happened to send me a message saying that there is no bridge within a radius of more than ten miles. I am worried about how to cross the river."

Liu Yuze smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you just now that because the ancient Huai River has a vast surface and many undercurrents, it is impossible to build a bridge. If you want to cross the river, you can only sail."

Chu Mo nodded upon hearing this and said, "Thank you for telling me, sir."

At this time, it was already dawn. Chu Mo, who had been traveling all night, was extremely hungry, so he politely invited Liu Yuze to have a meal with him.

This time, Chu Mo took out Qingfengzui from the Twelve Spirit Wines. This wine was mild and delicious. It tasted like riding the wind, making you feel light and free. It was Chu Mo's favorite among the Twelve Spirit Wines.

Because this wine seems to help Chu Mo experience the way of freedom, although the effect is minimal, it is rare.

After Liu Yuze drank a few glasses of wine, he was shocked and had more guesses about Chu Mo's identity.

He also practiced Confucianism, and always felt like he was looking up to Wei Zheng. Yao Guangxiao had a dignified face, but was full of Zen, and he was obviously a Buddhist master. There was also Yang Jiye, a military strategist, and in his perception, Yang Jiye could enter the second realm at any time.

It seemed that Tian Yiheng was hard to see through, because his aura seemed to be changing all the time, and there was a bit of heroism on his young face.

These people are mostly centered around Chu Mo, some are Confucianists, some are soldiers, and some are Buddhists. It can be seen that Chu Mo's identity is not simple.

In addition, the wine that was casually taken out was not inferior to the best wine he had ever tasted in his life. Liu Yuze's eyes changed slightly when he looked at Chu Mo.

Just as a few people were drinking and chatting on the bluestone by the river, a large amount of fog rose from the surface of the river, and soon the river was covered with fog.

Liu Yuze was shocked and worried that something might happen to the Hebo Temple, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Chu Mo and used his magical powers to rush back.

Chu Mo looked at the river gradually disappearing in front of his eyes and was about to leave, but was stopped by Tian Yiheng.

Tian Yiheng said: "My Lord, there is something wrong with this fog. I am afraid someone created it on purpose."

Yang Jiye asked in confusion: "Ziyi, what's wrong with this fog? Is the legend of He Bo true? Can fog really be controlled?"

Not to mention Chu Mo, even Yao Guangxiao and Wei Zheng didn't notice anything unusual, so Chu Mo asked, "Maybe you sensed it wrongly, why don't I see anything unusual?"

Tian Yiheng said, "If Taoist Zhang were here, he would be able to see the problem at a glance. My Lord, please feel it carefully. You should know that the formation of fog is inseparable from water vapor. Besides, we are still by the river. There is no water vapor in this fog. It is not naturally formed fog at all."

After Tian Yiheng said that, several people realized the strangeness of the fog.

Chu Mo was a little surprised and asked, "Is there really someone who can control the mist? What kind of cultivation does it require to do it on such a scale?"

Tian Yiheng smiled and said, "No, no, lord, this method has nothing to do with cultivation, it just requires sufficient preparation, just like the Taoist technique of calling the wind and rain; the Confucian technique of the Flower Festival and the Moon Night; the farmer's technique of rejuvenating the earth, etc., in fact, they can all change the weather and seasons."

"If I'm not mistaken, the person behind this is probably an illusionist. Illusionists are good at making incense. It's said that there's a kind of incense called Buwuxiang, which is made from various spiritual objects. When it's lit, it can emit a lot of mist. But to achieve this level, I'm afraid the amount of incense needed is a terrifying number."

When Chu Mo heard this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He seemed to remember what Liu Yuze had said before, that He Bo appeared very rarely in a year. Could this be due to the influence of incense making?

Not far from Chu Mo and others, a large number of villagers came to the river. They were burning incense and praying, kneeling on the ground to pray, very pious.

Because Liu Yuze ordered not to go to the Hebo Temple, the villagers voluntarily came to the river.

I saw that at a certain section of the ancient Huai River, the river bank was filled with incense sticks. The incense was light golden in color, and a wisp of white smoke shot straight into the sky when it was lit.

If you stand on a high place, you will find that the wisp of white smoke from the burning incense will disperse as it rises, forming a thin mist. A large amount of white smoke will rush straight into the sky and gather in the sky, forming the thick fog you see now.

It was a pity that the entire river bank was silent, and with the thick fog covering it, no one knew that a special ceremony to worship He Bo had begun.

Soon the villagers left one after another, as if they were afraid of being discovered. Not only did they walk in separate places, but no one made a sound the entire time, as if they were afraid of attracting government officials or disturbing the River God.

The villagers came and went in a hurry, leaving only a large amount of incense burning by the river.

There is still white mist floating from the incense, and I don’t know when the thick fog will dissipate.

After the villagers left, a figure in strange clothes came to the river. Looking at the river bank filled with bushes, a smile appeared on his face.

Then he slapped the storage bag, and a blood-red incense appeared in his hand. The strange old man lit the incense and threw it out, and instantly disappeared in the rolling river.