Who calls this thing a god?

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

The guest doesn't know where he is.

Flocks of bluebirds flitted across the cities, driving the sound of the wind around the fluttering banners.

When the dew is thick, the fog will rest.

The horseshoe inlaid with jade stepped steadily across the inch-by-inch stone slabs, making a rattling sound.

The watchman wrapped in a ragged jacket was holding a lantern and stood hunched on the side of the road. He stretched out his head to look at the carriages carrying goods passing by at the entrance of the alley, and smiled silently with his teeth bared.

Long bells rang out from the tallest mountains, breaking the dawn that shrouded the new emperor's dynasty.

So the blue bird crows, the Yaozu Guanshi, the lotus blooms, the street vendors shout, and the children cry, all of which are ringing with the bell.

——What a prosperous and peaceful world.

The bell rang a full fifteen times, divided into three cycles, each with a different tone.

First, it is low and hoarse, to drive away the wandering ghosts.

No matter how high-spirited and melodious, it deters the coveted demon clan.

In the end, it became peaceful, and the sun and the tone returned to the world.

This is Suyouzong's wake-up bell.

"Sect Master, the Mountain Master is here."

The serving boy waited outside the hall, asking for instructions respectfully.

He was wearing Zongli's uniform attire, except for his old-fashioned expression, he looked no different from ordinary children at the foot of the mountain.

The suzerain suzerain, who accepted the sons of the common people into the sect, accepted the people of hundreds of monsters into the sect, and single-handedly promoted Suyouzong to the position of the right-hand man of the new emperor's court.

The sect is called the suzerain, and outsiders are called Mr. Fu Shu, whose name is unknown.

He said solemnly in the hall: "Let the mountain master come in."

The door of the outer hall opened in response, and a strange man wearing a black hat, black clothes and black shoes stepped in. A layer of fine black gauze blocked his face, making his appearance impossible to see.

The man in black passed by and waited on the little boy, his voice was deep and deep, with a slight smile: "Thank you."

Following the rules, the little boy didn't raise his head or reply, but clasped his hands on the floor, lowered his head respectfully, and closed the door after the man in black walked into the inner hall without shaking his head or shoulders.

Just looking at the gestures of the man in black, if it is said that he was born in a noble family, some people would believe him.

But he was born in Suyouzong, and he will die in Suyouzong.

No one knew his surname, what he looked like, or how old he was, and there were even very few people in Zongli who had seen him.

He lived in the most secret mountain of Suyouzong all the year round, and the servants who served him were all dumb, and the suzerain knew his servants, so he would call him "Mountain Master".

Mr. Fu Shu was dressed in a black silk robe embroidered with gold, and he was kneeling upright in front of the tea table.

He looked solemn, probably because of his frowning, a shallow furrow was printed between his brows, and his lips were unconsciously drawn down.

It doesn't take much to say enough to be awe-inspiring.

He raised his hand and set aside the tea sets one by one, and asked without changing his expression, "What's the matter?"

The mountain lord in black sneered, and replied: "All the preparations are ready tonight."

Mr. Fu Shu thought deeply, nodded and took a deep breath and said:

"But with divine power, ghosts and ghosts dare not offend our clan."

The owner of the mountain didn't say yes or no, he just lowered his head slightly, stroked the teacup with his fingers, sighed and said: "It would be great if the world is really peaceful."

"Suyouzong will do it."

Mr. Fu Shu raised his eyes and stared at him impartially, "It's not just a few lies, Su Youzong will be the blessing of the world."

The inner hall was silent for a while.

The tea stalk was floating upright from the bottom of the cup, faintly protruding from a small tip.

Folks say this is a good sign of auspiciousness.

I don't know if Mr. Fu Shu also thought of this incident, he relaxed a little and said: "... how about the kid who prayed for wine."

The guest in the dream seemed to hear someone calling his name, and he thought drowsily: praying for wine... are you praying for wine?

Shan presided over Zhan's hand, and said with a smile: "I still don't agree with asking the gods. This child, Qijiu, has a kind heart, but... well, this disciple has grown up and has his own opinions."

This person is... the master of Shen Qijiu and Shen Hegui?

The guest in the dream tried hard to see the face of this person behind the black veil, but failed.

"..."

Mr. Fu Shu's complexion was slightly gloomy, but he didn't show any complaints.

He looked at the glistening water in the cup, as if reminiscing through a mirror.

He said: "If the world is peaceful, your disciple's stubborn and kind thoughts will be the right way.

"And what I can do is to restore peace to the world."

His words are sonorous and powerful, almost piercing into people's hearts.

Every word sees blood.

The owner of the mountain looked at the tea stem in the teacup, raised his hand and said with a smile:

"Suzerain Shengming."

The consciousness of the dreamer gradually awakened, and he thought vaguely:

These people want peace in the world, so what are they going to do with their divine power?

The god they want to invite... which god is it?

The ceremony of inviting the gods, which was opposed by the high priest, finally started on the night of September 28.

The wind was raging and the moon was clear, and the lights of the ever-burning lanterns were shaking, like the fangs of a wild beast, trying to tear the night to pieces.

Mr. Fu Shu stood very straight in front of the slightly ferocious statue. He raised his head slightly, rolled up his sleeves lightly, wrapped his hair with red thread and bells, clasped a copper coin in both hands, and stood upright in front of his chest.

He raised his voice and said: "The world is small, but the miracles are mighty. Listen to my complaints and pay my wishes. But please gods, come into my dreams."

The wind blew and shook the lamp, but the entangled bell did not make a sound.

The mountain master standing a few steps behind Mr. Fu Shu frowned slightly, feeling bad.

Mr. Fu Shu was not impatient, and once again performed the ceremony of inviting God.

This time he pulled the red thread in front of him, cut open the belly of the middle finger of his right index finger, and the blood beads rolled into the golden bell, and he raised his voice: "But God, please come into my dream!"

Beads of blood dripped down the gap between the bells and smashed into the bright yellow futon in front of him.

However, there was no trace of blood left on the bell, it was clean.

"..."

The owner of the mountain asked tentatively: "...do you have to kneel down?"

Mr. Fu Shu's face turned blue, "It's a joke..."

With his face raised, he stared at the jade statue that took 260 days and was carved by five craftsmen who fell [-] years ago. He wished he could stare at it, and said through gritted teeth: "But God, please come into my dream!" -"

The expression of the idol is still compassionate and tolerant, but in his eyes, there is an inexplicable irony.

Even the smile is chilling.

Mr. Fu Shu took a deep breath, and suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down on the futon.

The mountain master exclaimed subconsciously: "Sovereign master...!"

Mr. Fushu acted as if he had never heard of it, his eyes were burning like torches, he looked at the statue, and said word by word: "But please God, come into my dream."

There are thousands of lamps in front of the statues, and there are thousands of offerings.

Noble believers condescend, but they cannot summon the evil gods who are notorious in the world.

The god of resentment is especially responsible for responding to the grievances of the people and eating the world.

What he listened to was resentment, and what he rewarded was hatred.

He stays with evil all day long, born in darkness, and dies in darkness.

This kind of god... this kind of unrefined god...

The mountain master was silent for a while, then walked slowly to the statue, raised his hand and picked up one of the ten thousand copper coins on the altar.

Bloodstained and gloomy.

Rubbing the copper plate with his fingertips, he said softly, "Sovereign, let me do it."

"……You come?"

Mr. Fu Shu stood up from the futon, the fabric at his knees was already a little wrinkled.

The mountain master didn't say much, he was probably still smiling behind the black veil, and his voice was gentle and kind: "The suzerain believes in me."

After he finished speaking, facing the statue, he raised his clothes and knelt down, wrapped the red thread around the bells one by one around the ends of his hair, clasped the copper plates with both hands, and put them upright in front of his chin.

"The world is small, but miracles are mighty."

"Listen to my grievances, and pay my grievances."

"But please god, come into my dream."

In an instant, the wind blew up, the canvas swayed, the lights went out, and the bloody atmosphere swept the entire hall!

The expression of the god statue is pitiful but treacherous, it looks down on the world from a high place.

Mr. Fu Shu pushed aside the blood mist, and saw that the mountain master in black had fallen limply on the ground, his hair was tied with red thread, twisted and twisted, and the bell was wrapped around it, jingling.

"..."

Mr. Fu Shu lowered his sleeves, and when he looked at the statue again, his eyes were firm.

...For prosperity and peace.

The stone steps stretched endlessly towards the inverted abyss, with thorns growing wantonly and blood stains on the side.

The mountain owner stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the looming temple.

He heard chirping voices, mixed with malicious laughter, rustling, which made people chill.

"Roar--"

A monster's roar almost shook the mountains and rivers, shaking the ground.

The mountain owner hurriedly stood his feet, and when he raised his head again, he immediately accelerated his pace up the mountain, and put all the messy thoughts behind him.

The distance looked long, but it didn't take him too long to walk, every step seemed to be stepping on a cloud or a cat's tail, quite unrealistic, almost floating.

In a short time, he had arrived at the entrance of the main hall of the Soul Invitation Temple.

The mountain master looked at the temple gate, swallowed unconsciously, stretched out his hands to wrap up his sleeves, stepped forward hesitantly, and swayed on the overly high threshold.

He paused, clenched his fist symbolically, and stepped in.

In an instant, the complaints went away, and the eyes of two pairs were hidden in the thorn bushes, staring at his back with malicious intentions.

The Lord of the Mountain walked into the main hall of the temple hesitantly.

The dream temple is unexpectedly magnificent. At first glance, the statue behind the table is made of jade, warm and clear, peaceful and tranquil.

The mountain lord's face was reflected by thousands of ever-burning lamps, and he lifted his clothes and knelt on the futon, cleared his throat and said loudly, "Suyouzong respectfully invites the gods to come to this world."

Before the word "Shi" fell to the ground, he heard a baby-like thin and high-pitched voice, and said with a half-smile, "Hey, why is it such a weak chicken?"

Mountain Master: "..."

He lowered his head and felt that the voice was coming from the other side of the altar, his heart felt cold, and his calf twitched slightly.

Another lazy male voice followed suit: "It came very quickly."

He seemed to mean something else, and when he finished speaking, he smiled very lightly.

The tone of the man's speech was soft and slow, with a hint of irony.

Before the mountain master could hear more, the man spoke again, but said to him:

"A visitor is a guest, welcome."

He said welcome, but his words were filled with malice and murderous intent.

He is a fierce god who wanders around the world.

Resentment especially God.