Global Recovery Started To Become the God of Luoshui River

Li San looked at the golden willow leaves in his hand and whispered, "It's another autumn, the year I died was September..."

That year, golden clothes covered the entire Luoshui County, and the autumn wind outside the window was the same, with a chilling meaning.

It was another autumn, but the old man was not there, and the Luoshui County in front of him had already become a prosperous Luoshui City.

Immediately, the golden light of Li three fingers penetrated the leaves, and the willow leaves that had turned yellow were even more golden, and even the veins could be clearly seen.

In a flash, Li San turned the willow leaf in his hand into a high-quality label.

"Yes, the first autumn leaves of recovery and return to the world can be put in a book and used as a label."

Li San played with the golden leaves in his hands, secretly thinking in his heart.

"There is a thousand-year-old willow tree there, and its leaves are even more beautiful. I'll go take a look and pick a few pieces by the way." As soon as his mind moved, Li San stepped forward, with golden ripples under his feet, a faint scent of sandalwood. Scattered into the void.

The blue robe on his body swayed in the wind, causing the old Zhang on the side to purse his nose and secretly exhale the fragrance.

Old Zhang seemed to have a feeling, turned his head and looked around.

Empty.

"Huh? How can it be so fragrant?" Lao Zhang muttered, "Could it be that the wind blew the sandalwood out of the temple?"

Looking at the empty surroundings, Lao Zhang didn't think much, shook his head, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves in front of the temple gate.

At the entrance of the temple, Jin Gui, the manager of the temple fair, and others also came out with brooms, ready to clean the road.

"As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, it will be the Double Ninth Festival. When the time comes, people will burn incense and offer sacrifices, and we will usher in another wave of peak passenger flow in this temple." Jin Gui's voice came.

Lao Zhang nodded and said in agreement, "Yes, Chongyang is not only to worship ancestors, but also to worship gods, but I heard that this year Binhe Road will distribute grain and oil, and the elderly can get it. Have you heard?"

"Yeah!" Everyone nodded.

"I don't know what's going on this year? There is also Qingyou. I remember only one bag of rice last year." Someone echoed.

In front of the temple gate, Jin Gui and other temple fair personnel chatted while sweeping the floor.

Chongyang originated from the worship of the sky by the ancients. It began in ancient times, was popular in the Han Dynasty, flourished in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and was valued by the world.

The same is true of this parallel world.

Ninety-nine returns to one, the beginning of one yuan, the sun and the moon all meet nine, which is the Chongyang.

In ancient times, people believed that Chongyang was an auspicious day. With the development of the times, folks worshipped gods and prayed for blessings on the Chongyang Festival, paid tribute to ancestors, climbed high and looked into the distance, toured in autumn to enjoy the scenery, and put on dogwoods, etc.

This habit has also been passed down to this day, and it has been represented by people as an item of respect for the elderly. Respecting the old and respecting the elderly, worshiping gods and praying for blessings, etc. are the main contents of modern people's festivals.

In the past few days, Jin Gui and others at the temple fair used the incense money in the temple to buy a lot of talisman paper, candlesticks and other sacrificial things, that is, to prepare early.

Nowadays, there are far more pilgrims in the River Temple than Zeng Jin, and they must prepare more.

Otherwise, it will be embarrassing when the River Temple is out of stock.

In fact, those things can be bought in the shops on the street, but people always think that buying in temples has a fairy spirit, and it can also be auspicious.

In this way, everyone was moving goods all day yesterday, preparing a lot of items for sacrificing incense.

When everyone chatted, they didn't see a figure wearing aqua blue robes standing not far behind them.

Seeing everyone chatting, Li San murmured, "In a few days, it will be the ninth day of September..."

In my memory, when I was in the Tang Dynasty, people also attached great importance to Chongyang.

Climb high and look into the distance, admire chrysanthemums in autumn, wear cornel and so on.

Of course, Chongyang is only a festival in September, and its importance is far less than that of the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and other festivals.

In ancient times, transportation and communication were inconvenient, and people were very important to every festival.

The family is reunited, the old friends meet again, and there are endless things to say.

Back then, it wasn't like now, you could just make a phone call if you needed something, and rushing on the road was also a big problem.

Every time Li San goes to Chongyang, he will be serious, pay homage to his ancestors, meet friends, and climb high and look far together. . . .

While thinking about it, Li San looked at the store in the distance.

The many shops there were still vendors when he first woke up this year.

A lot has changed over the past six months.

The river temple has become larger, the road outside the temple is wider, and the garden is larger.

Moreover, the rows of shops are also much better-looking and more organized than the original vendors.

Every door of every house has items for sacrifice.

Suddenly, Li San felt something in his heart, and his sword brows furrowed.

Immediately, in the river god mansion, an ancient book trembled on the ancient shelf in the sun and moon hall.

Immediately, the ancient book automatically appeared on Li San's desk, no wind automatically, and the pages of the book automatically turned to a certain page.

Small black characters emerged from the pages of the book.

As if someone was writing with a brush, the small print instantly filled the pages of the book.

When Li San thought about it, he knew the origin.

"I feel bad news, this is the appearance of someone with great evil?"

When thinking about it in his heart, Li San's jade-like palm stretched out in the air, and the ancient book disappeared from the River God's mansion and appeared in Li San's hand.

Entering the eyes, it is the small characters that have appeared line by line.

An Zhilong, male, forty-three years old, was born in Lanhai City, he is a smart boy, he went into business with his father when he became an adult, has...

Hu Gui, male, forty-five years old, left Daxia nationality in his early years. He was originally from Jixiang Village, Anyang Town, Yunliu City, Daxia Country...

Ma Rong, female, 30 years old, an idle ghost exorcist in Luoshui City, with a huge fortune of 2.5 billion, her...

Xu Teng, male, fifty years old, an official of Luoshui City, as the head of the administrative department of Luoshui City, his overseas unregistered account has a huge amount of property of unknown origin...

Urgent trial, male, 38 years old, from Lanhai City, idle ghost exorcist, in his hands 150 officially recorded homicides and 250 unrecorded homicides, is an internationally wanted criminal, a dangerous person, once ....

This page is filled with thousands of words, recording the various evil deeds of ten people.

As Li San's eyes turned, a trace of murderous intent condensed between his brows. The crime on paper seemed brief, but it was difficult to describe in detail.

For example, Xu Teng, taking advantage of the convenience of his position, did a lot of appalling things, embezzling public funds alone as high as hundreds of millions!

Most of these public funds are used to subsidize the common people in Daxia, which is used to help orphans in new rural areas.

Over the years, Xu Teng has done too many evil things and needed someone to be on the post, and even caused one of his subordinates to commit suicide in fear of crime.

At the same time, more than a dozen families were destroyed because of Xu Teng. What's more, Xu Teng sent killers to spend a lot of money to kill his dissidents.

For example, Hu Gui was the leader of an underground gang in his early years.

At that time, the Great Xia Kingdom had not yet started the campaign to eradicate evil. Hu Gui was selling drugs, reselling babies, and even started a business of human organs.