Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

When Li Yuan opened his eyes again, his body materialized from Anshan.

He still looked like that somewhat weak-looking young man.

Li Yuan yawned, habitually sensing the activity around Anshan.

The old trees on the top of Anshan Mountain swayed gently.

"Mountain God, you have been asleep for a hundred years."

Li Yuan was surprised and delighted by the old tree's spiritual connection.

But then, his mood became somewhat depressed.

"Has...a hundred years already passed?"

Li Yuan was stunned, and quickly floated towards the location of the former mountain god temple.

As Li Yuan descended the mountain, he saw several temples dedicated to the mountain gods, all of which were exquisitely constructed.

Looking around, he saw that Anshan, which was once desolate and dilapidated, was now full of spring forests.

Various trees grow luxuriantly here, and it seems that people have brought fertile soil from other regions, which has greatly changed the appearance of Anshan in the past hundred years.

Given such favorable conditions, it's normal that the old tree, having survived for so long, could successfully communicate with spirits.

Even during Li Yuan's slumber, the old tree watched over the other spiritual creatures in the mountains, ensuring they did not disturb mortals.

Li Yuan flew along without stopping at the newly built mountain god temple, heading straight for the location of the old, dilapidated temple.

A century is too long, and the small, dilapidated mountain temple that had been rebuilt has been renovated again.

It becomes exquisite, it becomes dazzling.

Li Yuan arrived at the grandest mountain god temple in Anshan, transformed back into his original youthful form, concealed his immortal aura, and walked out from a corner of the temple.

The worshippers who came to make offerings were numerous and generous, ensuring a continuous flow of incense.

Standing in the mountain god temple, Li Yuan turned around and looked back. The stone statues that the villagers had once carved by hand were now covered with a thick layer of gold.

Although he was accustomed to the sight of Hua Mu, Li Yuan felt a little uncomfortable.

"Young man, what are you doing standing in front of the golden statue of the Mountain God? Come here quickly, lest you wake the Mountain God!"

A woman saw Li Yuan staring blankly at the golden statue and couldn't help but call out softly.

There were people sweeping the temple in the mountain god's temple. Hearing the noise, they quickly came out.

"Young man, you may bow and pay homage, but do not offend the mountain god!"

An old man with gray hair came out; he was very old, almost half-buried in the ground.

Li Yuan snapped out of his daze, turned around, and smiled:

"Don't worry, it won't offend the mountain god."

The woman sternly said, "You child, how come you didn't even use the word 'master'? If your parents knew, they would scold you!"

Hearing the familiar accent and seeing the unfamiliar face before him, Li Yuan felt a mix of emotions.

"You...you are...?"

"The Mountain God?!"

The old man with gray hair had poor eyesight. He stood next to Li Yuan for a while before calling out with slight hesitation.

The woman exclaimed in surprise, "What? The Mountain God?"

She quickly looked at the golden statue in the temple and found that it looked exactly like Li Yuan!

"The Mountain God has appeared! Everyone, quickly pay your respects to the Mountain God!"

The woman shouted at the top of her lungs.

The worshippers who came to offer incense all knelt down without understanding why.

A large group of people knelt in front of the mountain god temple.

Li Yuan turned to look at the old man, sensing the old man's aura, and felt a sense of familiarity.

"You are......"

He tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember for a moment.

"Mountain God!"

The trembling old man suddenly knelt down.

"My great-grandfather is Zhang Xiaohu, the Mountain God!"

The old man's eyes were red, and he burst into tears.

He is the only centenarian in Anshan. He has seen Li Yuan's face before, when he first opened his eyes!

Looking at the trembling old man, Li Yuan felt a sense of disorientation.

Deep in my heart, those people and events surfaced one by one.

He quickly helped the old man up: "Get up quickly."

"No need for such formalities, everyone!"

Li Yuan shouted outside.

A wisp of celestial energy spread out, making it clearly audible to everyone in the mountain god temple and outside.

However, no one dared to take the lead.

Li Yuan personally helped the trembling old man up and noticed gratitude and admiration in his eyes.

But more than anything, it evoked awe.

The story of the mountain god has been passed down in this area for over a hundred years.

In the story, Li Yuan is a powerful figure who can summon wind and rain, and lead the poor and weak mortals to a new life. He is almost omnipotent.

These people all grew up hearing those kinds of stories.

Li Yuan withdrew his gaze from the old man and looked outside the mountain god temple. He found that the people's eyes were full of awe, but the former closeness was gone.

For some reason, Li Yuan suddenly lost interest in talking.

When he first became the mountain god, he imagined the scene of mortals kneeling and worshipping him in awe.

But now that the scene he had imagined had actually come to pass, Li Yuan couldn't feel happy.

Li Yuan patted the old man's shoulder, released a wisp of spiritual energy into his body to slightly regulate his condition, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke and left.

He had been gone for too long after all.

So long that all those who had known him had passed away and were buried in the passage of time.

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The land in Anshan is no longer cracked and dry; it is rich in species, with beautiful flowers and fruits, clear streams and ponds, and everything you could want.

Strolling through the dense orchard, Li Yuan felt a mix of emotions, including a touch of melancholy.

These old groves of trees were all planted one by one by the simple and honest villagers.

During those years, Li Yuan and the others worked together, toiling under the scorching sun, and over several decades, they managed to save the desolate and remote Anshan.

Later generations inherited the legacy of their ancestors and continued to improve the environment of Anshan. After a century of perseverance, Anshan has become the lush, bird-filled, and fragrant place it is today.

Li Yuan casually picked a fruit.

He took a small bite, preparing to savor the sour taste.

But the juice tasted sweet when it entered my mouth.

Li Yuan frowned, sat there blankly, staring at the huge fruit in his hand, and remained silent for a very long time.

"Children, the fruit is sweet, but where are you?"

For some reason, Li Yuan felt like crying.

The children he watched grow up, the children he educated with his heart, are now all buried in the yellow earth.

Perhaps, even the bones have decayed.

And the former Anshan animal tree-planting team, so pure, has now left not a trace.

Li Yuan even hated himself for not being the King of Hell. If he were the King of Hell, he would definitely tear up the Book of Life and Death and leave these old friends in the mortal world!

However, Li Yuan knew that this was just his wild thoughts in his grief.

Li Yuan was filled with sorrow and wandered aimlessly in Anshan for a long time.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why those immortals and gods do not form emotional bonds with mortal beings.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals. If we devote too much attention to mortals and animals, we will eventually be harmed by the passage of time.

Ordinary people will grow old and pass away, and those vivid faces will be frozen in memories.

The one left behind is the one who suffers the most.

Li Yuan remained silent for another ten years or so.

He watched the centenarian leave again, and as he gazed at the prosperous but completely unfamiliar town below the mountain, his heart slowly became calm and still.

Ansan is now very prosperous, and the mountains are rich in spiritual energy.

It seems that even the heavens noticed the changes in Anshan, acknowledged its existence, and restored the basic rainfall.

The demon invasion that Li Yuan once worried about is now unlikely to happen.

The golden light of his merit is much stronger than before. In fact, because he saved a mountain and the living beings in the surrounding area, he has received even more incense offerings for his merit!

The demons that were once scared away by the old Taoist's sprinkle of yellow wine can now be suppressed by Li Yuan with a flick of his hand!

The area is bustling with activity, rich in spiritual energy, and has a powerful mountain god. What foolish demon would dare to cause trouble here?

Even if some minor demons managed to sneak in, Li Yuan believed that the extraordinary masters and eccentrics of the mortal realm would take action.

This world isn't ruled solely by gods and immortals.

Some powerful figures in the human realm can command the wind and rain with ease, and with a single talisman, they can even summon the celestial gods.

Li Yuan took a stroll around the town and found it to be indeed prosperous and stable.

While he was happy for Anshan's life, he was also deeply moved as he looked at those smiling faces.

Those difficult stories will live on, and those ancestors will not be easily forgotten by future generations.

Li Yuan sighed, smiled nonchalantly, and turned to leave.

Now that things are stable in Anshan, he also wants to see the wonderful outside world that the children have been talking about.

We also need to find some resources that Ansan needs.

The deceased are gone, but the story must continue.