Chapter 687 Shinto (Additional update for the leader of the alliance, Taishang Daluo Tianxian Wanshou Emperor~)

Old Yutou was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"This method is called the 'River Sacrifice Method'. It was told to me by a passing fishing cultivator..."

"I was fishing in the river that day, and the boat suddenly sank for some unknown reason - it probably hit a rock at the bottom of the river, or hit the sharp point of some kind of water monster..."

"I have heard of many fisher cultivators who lost their lives as a result of a shipwreck in the river."

"At that time, I panicked and swam desperately to the shore. But as soon as I swam halfway, I was stared at by the water monster..."

"Just when I thought I was about to die in the Yanshui River, a passing fisherman injured the water demon and dragged me to the shore..."

"I just saved a life..."

Old Yutou sighed, still feeling frightened.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed and he asked: "What does that fishing cultivator who passed by look like?"

Old Yutou thought for a while, "He is a man who often goes into the water. His water quality is very good. His skin is white, like the white fish in the river. His eyebrows are very light and he looks strange. But after looking at him for a long time, I feel that he has a kind face..."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

Dragon crossing the river...

"Then what?"

"Then..." Old Yutou muttered, "I was very grateful to him and said I wanted to repay him, but he waved his hand and said... Oh, we all make a living in the water. When we are in trouble, we should help each other with a little effort.

That’s all, you’re welcome.”

"Good man..." Old Yutou sighed, and then said:

"I invited him to drink. Even though it was bad wine, he didn't mind it."

"After three rounds of drinking, we started to talk a lot, so we talked about the plight of the fisherman. He said he had no father, no mother, no children, no daughter, and was alone."

"I said that I am just the opposite. My entire family is destined to live a life of hardship with little to achieve."

"My two grandchildren have good spiritual roots, but there are no spiritual stones for them to practice."

"It's me, a useless grandfather, who drags down their future."

When Old Yutou said this, he looked ashamed, then shook his head and continued:

"When the fisherman heard this, he hesitated to speak. He wanted to speak, but after holding back, he still didn't say anything and just drank by himself."

"But I noticed his hesitation, so I told him to just say whatever he wanted without any worries."

"He just shook his head. I asked him again and again, and then he sighed and told me this method of 'river rituals to reduce disasters'."

"He said that this sacrificial method was something he only heard from some old monks. He didn't know if it was useful."

"The fisherman said that there is a kind of blood fish in this world, which needs to be pious in body and mind and nourished with blood. When its mouth and teeth split and its fins turn into human-like hands and feet, it will be thrown into the well to worship the river god. If you get the river

With God's blessing, all your wishes may come true..."

"I feel strange. I can't understand why you have to be pious physically and mentally and nourish yourself with blood. Since you are worshiping the river god, why don't you throw it into the river instead of into the well..."

Mo Hua was curious, "What did Yu Xiu say?"

Old Yutou frowned and said: "The fish cultivator said that he didn't know either. This ancient method has been passed down from generation to generation. It is just like this and cannot be changed at all."

"He said that since he is offering sacrifices to the River God, then this is what the River God pays attention to. How do we human monks know..."

"I'm a little hesitant."

"He asked me if I wanted to use it? He also said that not everyone can get the blessing of the River God after using this method, but let's give it a try..."

"If I really want to use this method to sacrifice to the 'River God', then for the sake of friendship, he can get the 'Blood Fish' for me. There is no need to give the spirit stone. Just treat him to a drink."

"Spiritual stones are precious, but this kind of wine is worthless."

"I thought to myself, just give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, it's just a loss of some wine money, it's nothing."

"What's more, this man saved my life, so he doesn't need to harm me again."

"He told me so much, and he was so enthusiastic, for my own good..."

Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

Old Yutou didn't know what was going on, so he just sighed to himself and looked at Mo Hua, "Young Master, you should know everything about what happens next..."

Old Yutou sighed with emotion:

"I did as I was told. I got the protection of the River God. I caught a three-color carp and sold it for eight thousand spiritual stones. My two little grandchildren also have a future..."

When Old Yutou said this, he suddenly looked horrified:

"But this kind of thing must not be leaked, otherwise it will attract the blame of the river god and all the blessings will be lost."

Old Yutou looked at the ink painting with pleading eyes:

"Young Master, I'm begging you, old man, just do your best and pretend you didn't see anything."

Mo Hua's expression was complicated, his mind was slightly agitated, he nodded and agreed:

"Okay, I won't tell anyone."

He did not try to persuade the old man, nor did he try to explain to him that the so-called river sacrifices were all fake. The river god he worshiped was not a river god at all, but probably an evil god.

But in this world, a foolish person cannot be persuaded. Even if he talks, it will be in vain. There is no way he will listen.

Mo Hua did not waste this time, he only said:

"I won't tell anyone else about this, but you can no longer raise fish, and you can no longer worship gods in the well water..."

Old Yutou looked troubled.

He only used one for ink painting, and the reason was easier for him to understand:

"Greed will lead to punishment from the river god."

"You have received enough blessings from the River God. If you continue to offer sacrifices and seek too much, you will offend the River God and cause disaster..."

When Lao Yutou heard this, he looked frightened and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, the young master is right!"

"Don't be too greedy. Enough is enough. I'm lucky enough. If I continue to be greedy, I'm afraid something will happen."

Mo Hua nodded.

Old Yutou breathed a long sigh of relief, saluted the ink painting sincerely and said:

"Thank you young master for the tip."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay, then I'm leaving, and you just pretend I've never been here."

After saying that the ink painting was clean and tidy, he turned around and left.

Old Yutou looked a little dazed, and then he began to think, why did this young master appear in the small fishing village so late?

What on earth did he do here?

Old Yutou couldn't understand, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was probably the will of the river god.

The river god asked the young master to drive away the monks from the Wang family, and also bought his own fish, fulfilling his wish and giving his two grandsons the opportunity to join the sect.

He should be the River God now, and let this young man wake him up.

You can't be too greedy.

Old Yutou nodded deeply, looked back at the well, then put his fish tank on his back and turned around to leave.

After Old Yutou left, the area around the well was deserted, with no one else around.

After a while, a small figure condensed slightly again, and the figure appeared, it was the ink painting.

He coaxed Old Yutou away, then came back quietly and came to the well.

Mo Hua had seen this well during the day, but didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, something strange appeared in this well.

Mo Hua lay down at the mouth of the well and glanced into the well.

The well was filled with darkness.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and explored the depths of the well. After a while, he noticed that there was water inside, and there were several bloody fish looming in the water.

Going deeper, it becomes chaos and nothing can be sensed.

"The evil god is hiding in this well water?"

"How did you hide it?"

"Inhabiting flesh and blood? Building an altar? Or a preaching statue of an evil god in the well water?"

"But this isn't right either..."

Mo Hua frowned, "If the evil god lives at the bottom of the well, then the whole village's fishing cultivators must have been contaminated by the evil god long ago. There is no need to trick the old man into raising fish to spread evil thoughts like a 'plague'..."

"Besides, if the evil god was at the bottom of the well, I would have discovered it long ago."

In Mo Hua's eyes, black and white flashed, and he used both scheming and calculation to look into the well.
To be continued...