Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 55: Wenqu Starlight 1

Shang Liangshan said enviously: "I wonder when I can taste the wine and food of the world."

To be honest, he really missed the taste of rice. People who have never experienced hunger would find it difficult to appreciate the fragrance of rice. If fried vegetables are added...

"Who said you can't taste it?" Yang Chao asked in surprise.

"Hmm" Shang Liangshan looked at Yang Chao in surprise after hearing that.

Seeing this, Yang Chao realized that no one had ever taught Shang Liangshan about offering sacrifices to temple spirits, so he explained, "Temple spirits are supported by the people, not just with incense and prayers, but also with wine and food."

"Although temple spirits cannot eat or drink, they can smell and taste their food."

"Oh," Shang Liangshan said, and looked at the old patriarch.

The old patriarch said awkwardly: "I thought you knew Liangshan."

To be honest, the old patriarch cannot be blamed for this. There is no temple spirit that does not absorb offerings.

"When it comes to food and drink taste, the kitchen spirit is undoubtedly a professional. I was lucky enough to see it once." Yang Chao said this, as if thinking of delicious food, and clicked his tongue and said, "It seems that the kitchen spirit is really talented. Not only can he cook delicious dishes, but he can also make wine."

"Tsk tsk, the taste of the wine and food is absolutely amazing."

"Kitchen spirit?" Shang Liangshan expressed his confusion at the right time. As for eating and drinking, he just mentioned it casually.

After all, he is a temple spirit with a human soul, and he has tried all kinds of eating, drinking and having fun.

"Chuffin, as the name suggests, is the ancestor of culinary arts worshipped by chefs." Yang Chao explained.

"Are there wine spirits, tea spirits or something like that?" Shang Liangshan asked with a strange look in his eyes.

"Hehe, there really are some. Anyway, there are spirits in every profession. However, due to their strength, most of these spirits are kept in captivity, and they have to face the watchful eyes of evil cultivators at all times."

"What's the point of evil cultivators capturing spirits?" Shang Liangshan asked a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Refined into an evil spirit." Yang Chao said this, looked at Shang Liangshan, and said solemnly: "The three hundred and sixty spiritual bodies are actually to ward off disasters for your temple spirits."

"Because the three hundred and sixty spirits are easy to be born, they are not good at fighting, they have no place to practice, and no one to protect them, so they are easy to be captured."

Shang Liangshan heard this and said with a wry smile: "I always feel that spirits like us are the favorites of demons and monsters."

Yang Chao laughed and said, "Hehe, although this may sound a bit sad, it is the truth."

"However, Liangshan, you don't have to worry, because you have the Mountain and River Seal to suppress the dojo. It is difficult for evil demons below the eighth rank to find a foreign dojo, and even if they find one, they can't destroy it."

"So when you encounter an enemy of overwhelming force, you should decisively hide in the Huawai Daochang. As for the believers, let them fend for themselves."

“Yes, Xiaochao is right, Liangshan, you have to remember this. Once you encounter a strong enemy, all you have to do is protect yourself. As for the villagers, they will run away on their own. As long as you are here, Forgotten Township will be here.” The old patriarch said, giving Shang Liangshan a look that said “you understand.”

Shang Liangshan naturally understood what the old patriarch meant, which was just two words: believe in the spirit!

"The food and wine are here." Yihuo walked up the corridor carrying a tray.

There were some steaming side dishes and a pot of old wine on the tray.

"Fifth Elder, we are hungry too. What should we do?" a middle-aged militiaman asked jokingly.

"Your midnight snack is currently cooking, so please be patient." Yihuo responded cheerfully.

"Fifth Elder, is there any meat?" asked the young militiaman.

"Yes, stewed bacon, very delicious."

"I'm going to eat ribs then."

"You wish. The ribs are mine."

"I'm growing, so it's mine."

Well, the subject has veered off course like the night wind.

The old patriarch couldn't help but laugh when he heard people fighting over the spare ribs.

Looking back on the past, they were always like this. Time is merciless.

Early the next morning, the old patriarch convened another household heads meeting.

The content is naturally about the army of ghosts and possible invading enemies.

He asked all the people to join the army and guard the village together tonight.

Crisis has befallen Forgotten Township more than once, so the old patriarch’s announcement did not cause major chaos, but panic was inevitable.

But the words of Yifeng: "The Seventh Elder is with us!" made the villagers feel much more at ease.

Yes, we also have the protection of the powerful temple spirit.

After the meeting, each household head hurried home and dug out Chen Feng's weapons.

The villagers all understand one thing: in the mountains, fear is useless and the only thing to do is to fight hard.

Only when you are really defeated will you consider escaping!

Time passed in panic.

The night wind was blowing, and the flames were rising like a fire dragon coiling around the Forgotten Land.

Shang Liangshan looked at the village wall and the rock wall. Except for the children under the age of fourteen who were hiding in the caves with their cheeks flushed by the firelight, the villagers who were all fighting together suddenly realized a word: unity!

"Ga" Heizi's warning cry came from far away and the army of ghosts was coming.

"Whoosh" the cold wind howled, the coldness attacked the body, and there was a sinister evil intent.

Ghost clouds rolled in, like surging dark clouds, rolling in from the southeast.

There were no ghosts howling as imagined, but instead there were ghost clouds covering the sky, everything was silent, and anyone who saw it felt goosebumps all over their body.

The soldiers and civilians stared at the ghost clouds rolling in from the mountains, and unconsciously tightened their weapons in their hands. Only in this way could they feel safe.

The ghost cloud was getting closer, clearer, and colder.

"Be alert!" The old patriarch's powerful voice resounded through the night sky.

The soldiers and civilians followed the order and became fully alert, staring at the ghost cloud approaching the distant river bank.

Suddenly, a chant sounded in the night:

Tian Xingjian

A gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Hidden dragons should not be used.

Yang is below.

Seeing a dragon in the field,

De Shi Pu also.

Dry all day long,

It means repeating the same thing.

Or leap into the abyss,

No blame for advancing...

The sound of chanting rang out on the rock wall, coming from the five mouths of Master Yifeng and his disciples in unison.

When the soldiers and civilians heard the sound, their blood boiled and they began to sing along: "Heaven moves with vigor; a gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself..."

The majestic sound resounded through the night sky.

The silver starlight seemed to be summoned, falling from the starry sky, like a dream, dispelling the darkness.

The starlight comes from a star that shines brightly in the starry sky: Wenquxing!

This is a rare resonance.

The star of Wenqu is dazzling, like a bright moon in the sky, casting soft light and enveloping the entire Forgotten Town, sacred and inviolable.

Shang Liangshan stood blankly on the rock wall, listening to the familiar music of "Heaven Moves Forward", recalling his past life and his connection with this life.

"Roar!" The surging ghost clouds near the river bank suddenly stopped, and bursts of violent roars were heard, confronting the Forgotten Village showered under the starlight from afar, becoming restless.

Suddenly, a silver-white starlight cut through the night sky, shot towards the Forgotten Land, and shot into the forehead of Yifeng who was singing loudly.

Silver starlight entered the body, the breath of legacy rose steadily, and white righteous energy penetrated the body, shining with the starlight.

"May Wenquxing bless you!" Yang Chao couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene.

Fortunately, his voice was drowned out by the chanting and was only heard by the old patriarch and the monk Liangshan. Otherwise, it would have alarmed the soldiers and civilians nearby who were immersed in the chanting of "Heaven Moves Forward".