Just as he was about to step out of the temple gate, he suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes to look at the carp spirit in the river, only to see that the carp spirit's eyes, which were shining with a red light, were full of cunning.

  In the water, it is the world of carp spirit.

  If he had even half of the magical power of the Carp Spirit, he would dare to go down to the river. With the water-repelling and water-escape techniques he obtained from his self-taught talismans, as well as various spirit-driving skills, he could come and go freely in the river like walking on flat ground. However, it's not possible now.

  He slowly withdrew his foot that had stepped out of the River God Temple, knowing in his heart that if he took this step forward and then retreated again, it would be difficult to come back. Just as he was about to withdraw his foot and draw his sword, the water, which was originally only a few feet deep, suddenly surged up, and a massive wave rose from the surface of the river, rushing towards the River God Temple in an instant, its height surpassing that of the temple itself, sweeping everything away.

  In the river, a carp opens its huge mouth, and huge waves surge up to the mountain slope, apparently wanting to submerge and knock down this temple of the river god.

  Chen Jing was shocked, and with a shake of his hand, the long sword in his hand was about to rush out. However, the River God Temple suddenly floated up a layer of clear light, which wrapped around the temple and blocked the river waves outside.

  In an instant, his eyes could only see the river water that was covering the sky and the sun, as if the temple of the River God was in the river itself. When the clear light appeared, Chen Jing was slightly stunned, then understood that this was the manifestation of the spell left by the previous River Gods on the Temple of the River God. However, since the previous River God had lost his faith for over a hundred years, the spell left on the temple was almost gone.

  From the gate of the temple, countless aquatic creatures can be seen surrounding the River God Temple, rushing and surging in a majestic manner.

  Suddenly, the River God Temple shook and the clear light swayed.

  Only to see at the door, a huge fish tail fanned over in the water waves, the river waves surged and fell, the fish tail was like a knife, the River God Temple shook again, as if it would collapse and scatter in an instant.

  Chen Jing held a river staff in one hand and a sword in the other. Suddenly, he pointed at the temple beam with his finger, the sword tip quivering slightly, a phantom curse was generated, and with a light shout, the curse was imprinted on the beam of the house. The faint glow floating above the River God Temple stabilized slightly. He stared tightly at the River God Temple, as long as this River God Temple collapsed, he would rush out, even if it meant death, to leave an eternal pain for that carp spirit.

  A loud and shrill laughter echoed from the water: "Hahaha..."

  "Boom..."

  It was several more violent shocks, and the Temple of the River God swayed as if it were about to collapse.

  About an hour later, a voice came from the carp: "Haha, little ones, return to the palace, and come again tomorrow to besiege the River God Temple."

  "Yes, Your Majesty." The shrimp who had already opened his spiritual wisdom loudly responded. Ordinary people could understand the language of beasts, but Chen Jing could also understand it.

  The tide receded, and the Carp Spirit returned to the Jing River. In front of the River God Temple, only many spiritless fish and shrimp were left on the ground, jumping about.

  A gust of river wind blows over, and the stench pierces the nostrils.

  Chen Jing's face turned iron-green, with only the River God's magic, how could he resist, having no magical power to use.

  "Magic, spiritual power, faith, incense."

  These are what Chen Jing urgently needs now.

  Look up, and found that the River God Temple has actually decayed a lot. The beams look like rotten wood, and I'm afraid it won't take another visit from the carp spirit for this temple to collapse, just one strong gust of wind will do.

  "How can I possess the power of law now?" Chen Jing stood still at the entrance of the River God Temple, holding his sword. In the past, the only way was to meditate and cultivate in the mountains, but now it's definitely not enough just to cultivate, because he is already a person in the divine path, and the way of cultivation has completely changed, becoming the fusion of mountain and river power, but now he can't do this at all, the river domain is occupied by the carp spirit, his breath can't match.

  The river is shrouded in mist and haze, with dark clouds still densely covering the sky, and a eerie fog lingering over the water's surface.

  "That's right, there are several divine spirits in this realm, why don't I borrow their methods to deal with this river spirit."

  Chen Jing suddenly had this thought in his mind, and after a moment of contemplation, he immediately stepped out of the River God Temple and headed down the mountain slope. With each step seeming slow, he soon disappeared into the night.

  Embroidered Spring Bay is just the name of this section of the river, within a radius of thirty miles, there are naturally other gods. There are true gods and false gods, true gods have heavenly decrees, while false gods do not have heavenly decrees but enjoy incense offerings. However, whether or not they have heavenly decrees, they are all enjoying incense offerings now. Even if they don't have any, after a long time, they can also form their own spiritual symbols.

  He is now going to the ancestral hall in Heqian Village, not far from the river bank. The ancestral hall worships the ancestors of this village, and every year there is a sacrifice, and each family has an ancestral tablet. Although there are not many people worshiping, the incense fire has never been cut off.

  After he became the River God, he could feel the divine spirit of this land.

  The moon is deeply hidden in the sky, the forest is misty and hazy, shadows are moving like ghosts, the wind blows through the treetops as if bewitching and crying.

  Chen Jing walked quietly in the moonlight, with a long sword hanging from his waist, its scabbard dark and mysterious. The riverbank changed shape at will, and underfoot, dry branches and decaying leaves crunched with each step, as if he were floating like a ghost.

  The temple in front of the river is located in a forest of pagoda trees, and as you walk in, it becomes more and more solemn. From a distance, the temple in front of the river looks like a huge coffin.

  The walls and tiles of the temple in front of the river are all black, and on the top of the main gate of the temple is engraved with a large character: "Heqian Temple". On both sides of the door are also engraved with two lines of characters: "Protect Heqian for peace and prosperity, bless descendants to flourish endlessly."

  Whether or not the ancestors of Heqian Village live in this temple, if we can do what is written on the couplet, it is also worth enjoying the incense of Heqian Village.

  The locust tree touches the sky, and the night bird occasionally cries out in a mournful tone. If an ordinary person were to walk here, they would surely feel terrified.

  Even Chen Jing felt a chill as he approached the forest.

  Arriving in front of the ancestral hall, he thought for a moment, then bowed to the ancestral hall and said loudly: "Xiu Chun Wan He Shen seeks an audience with He Qian Lao Zu."

  This old ancestor is a title that Chen Jing came up with on the spot. In his opinion, the spirits in this temple have enjoyed the incense of Heqian Village for hundreds of years and can be considered as ancestors. However, as a god, he sought to see the demon spirit, which was already a very humiliating thing to do.

  In silence, he shouted again towards the ancestral hall: "Embroidered Spring Bend River God seeks an audience with the Old Ancestor of the River."

  This sound contained a magical spell, the voice was not loud, but the voice seemed to have turned into a tangible object, piercing into that shrine.

  After a while, the thick and heavy black gate of the ancestral hall slowly opened, and the eerie atmosphere became even more intense. Chen Jing was now certain that what lived inside was a ghostly creature that enjoyed incense offerings from humans.

  It was not the old ancestor that Chen Jing imagined, but a young girl who walked out of the depths of the ancestral hall. She stood quietly at the gate of the hall and did not come out, with darkness behind her, like an abyss.

  Chen Jing's eyes seemed to hold a whirlpool of waves, and her gaze was as still as a stagnant pool. All that could be seen was a thick black fog hovering above her head, with a dark and mysterious spirit plaque floating unsteadily. The plaque itself wasn't solid, but rather a shape formed by a swirling cloud of black smoke.

  Chen Jing knew she didn't have an imperial edict, but because she had enjoyed incense and fire for a long time, she was about to form her own spiritual position.

  Like this one without a divine symbol but enjoying incense, it cannot be called a god, but a spirit. When the spirit tablet on her head solidifies, it is when the spirit position is fixed. Once the spirit position is formed, she can get rid of the ghost body and escape the calamity, no longer trapped in this Riverfront Village to enjoy incense.

  "A young woman has seen the River God, but she is only a spirit and cannot receive the River God's worship. She dare not be called 'old ancestor'. The River God must not address her in this way again, or it will shorten the young woman's lifespan."

  Ling generally are not human, nor are they gods. As long as they enjoy incense and fire but do not have a heavenly decree, they are called ling. They borrow the power of human incense and fire to take shape and resist heavenly calamity.

  Chen Jing smiled and didn't bow, nor did he call her "Old Ancestor" again. Just as he was thinking of how to ask her for the method, she asked: "River God has come here, isn't it because of the carp spirit in the river?"

  For these days, Chen Jing has been fighting with the Carp Spirit, and the gods of this land naturally know very well.

  "Miss, you are clever. When I first obtained the divine position, my magical powers were not as strong as those of the fish spirit. I wanted to borrow some magic from you, but I don't know if you would be willing."

  Xu Ling lowered his head slightly and let out a faint sigh, saying: "River God has no knowledge of this, my heavenly tribulation that occurs once every ten years is arriving next month, I really can't lend it to you."

  "When disaster comes to you, I will come to resist it for you."

  Chen Jing knew that for a ghost spirit like her to transform into its true form, just enjoying the incense and offerings was not enough; she also had to endure the heavenly tribulation. However, this heavenly tribulation was necessary, as it could refine away the yin evil energy on her body. If Chen Jing helped her block it, then she would have lost this opportunity to refine her body.

  Xu Ling smiled, her smile was quite subtle and gentle. Chen Jing knew that she was not agreeing to it. It's no wonder, if he borrowed the law, what if Chen Jing couldn't kill the Carp Spirit or couldn't withstand the heavenly tribulation at the time? Then she would be in danger of losing her life. Moreover, as a ghost spirit, her magical powers didn't seem very impressive.

  She bowed her head slightly, made a slight curtsy, performed a thousand blessings, and slowly retreated back into the darkness.

  Chen Jing looked at the gate that had been closed again, let out a sigh, and then headed towards South Mountain.

  There is a temple of the mountain god on Nanshan, with flourishing incense and offerings. It's likely that its divine power is profound. As he walked quickly, he only felt his spirit and soul faintly aching. He knew this was an omen that his divine position would be moved and his spirit and soul would disperse.

  Looking towards the River God Temple again in the morning, I only saw thick black clouds pressing down on the temple.

  He tightly grasped his sword and the River God's staff, hurrying towards the southern mountain over twenty miles away.

  On the halfway, passing by a grave hill, the grave hill is full of eerie atmosphere. At the foot of the grave hill, there is a small temple of Sha Gong, which is very small and has only one incense burner, without even a god statue.

  Sha Gong is not a god, but a ghost who enjoys incense and fire, just like the empty spirits in the temple by the river. With the empty spirit in front of him, he no longer goes to borrow from Sha Gong, but instead passes directly under the foot of the grave mountain.

  He didn't go up the mountain and never thought someone would call him from the top of the mountain.

  "River God... River God..."

  An old man with a cane stood on the mountain top and shouted.

  Chen Jing was perplexed, and by then the old man had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

  He focused his attention and saw that the old man was topped with a thin layer of black mist, which took on the shape of a stone monument. Compared to the ethereal spirits in the ancestral hall, it was much inferior.

  This is the Wàng Shén Fǎ, and practitioners call it Wàng Qì. To obtain the Wàng Shén Fǎ, one must have a heavenly mandate symbol, but people like Xū Líng and Shā Gōng cannot see what is above Chen Jing's head, so they can only judge Chen Jing's magical powers through other means.