Chen Jing furrowed his brow, just about to ask what the origin of this Ba Ling City was. The big red shrimp quickly said: "Ba Ling City is the largest city within a thousand miles, with a population of over 2 million people inside the city. There are five city temples, four small city temples in the southeast, northwest, and north, all of which are now the descendants of this city's Qin city temple. The spirits of the entire Ba Ling territory must have all gone to great lengths to attend this time, heh heh, still, River God, you're the most powerful, sitting at home, and yet the invitation was delivered."

  There's no need for Da Hong Sheng to introduce the situation in Ba Ling City, he settled down there at the age of 16 and spent several good years there. Since leaving Ba Ling City and going to Qian Luo Shan, it has been six years now, but for him, it is still within arm's reach, yet he never thought of going back to take a look. Because his beautiful memories of Ba Ling City were cut off six years ago.

  He had seen the Chenghuang Temple in the city before, but he had never been inside, let alone worshiped. At that time, he could not have imagined that the Chenghuang of Balin City would have such a great reputation.

  Chen Jingru thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "What is the relationship between Junling's land, Qin Hu and Chu Cheng Cheng?"

  The big red shrimp seemed to be unable to react to Chen Jing's sudden question, and shook the big red shrimp claw, saying: "The divine position of Qin land is sealed in Chu City."

  After hearing what Da Hong Xia said, Chen Jing's expression didn't change much on the surface, but in his heart he was shocked and uncertain, asking: "What if I don't go?"

  The giant red shrimp was shocked and pale, staring with a pair of bulging eyes, saying urgently: "Absolutely not, River God, fifty years ago someone was invited but didn't go, three days later he was deprived of his divine position, his soul was trapped under the city of Ba Ling, never to be reborn."

  Chen Jingru measured himself once, then thought about the other party being the city god of a large city with 200,000 people, having been worshipped for three hundred years, his magical powers must be unfathomable. Smiling, he said: "Follow me to choose a birthday gift, and when the time comes, you'll follow me together, and also see what kind of demeanor this god who has gained the admiration of 100,000 people is like."

  The big red shrimp was overjoyed and followed Chen Jing to the treasure trove of things collected by the former carp spirit to pick out treasures.

  The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the river water is rippling with scales of light. On the surface of the river, there are still some people fishing at night, the lamp light and moonlight are reflected together, shining brightly, and reflected in the river water, making it look especially peaceful. Two or three years have passed, and the fish in the Embroidered Spring Bend have finally slowly recovered their former prosperity.

  At that time, the evil dragon river god came to attack, and almost all the fish in Xiuchun Bay died. The fish were floating on the surface of the river, densely packed, and the whole town of Nanyue came to scoop up the fish and dry them into dried fish.

  A beautiful day with fine scenery is just the right time for a picnic.

  It's strange to say that this birthday is on July 15th, the Ghost Festival in the mortal world, and Chen Jing received it on July 13th.

  Chen Jing wore a cyan robe with wide sleeves, fluttering in the wind, and had a long sword hanging from his foot. The scabbard was transformed from a river stick, dark and mysterious, with the words "Jinghe Embroidered Spring Bend River God" engraved on it. His black hair was tied back, and at first glance, his eyes seemed to have surging waves, but upon closer inspection, they were clear and profound. He sat on a giant red shrimp as big as a horse, looking up at the sky as the moon rose. The city of Balin was a hundred miles away, and he had to arrive by midnight.

  The big red shrimp was riding on a wave, following the wave to the shore, silently rising into the air, with a ball of water vapor under its feet, like clouds and mist, flashing in mid-air, already arriving at the River God Temple.

  In the River God Temple, the lights were shining brightly, and the incense mist was swirling around. A woman knelt in front of the River God statue, her black hair hanging down to the ground, her slender waist tightly bound by a belt. With rapt attention, Chen Jing listened as the woman prayed for marriage, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Looking at the scene before me, I couldn't help but think of how I was being pursued and fell into the Jing River, only to be swept away by the waves and caught in a fishing net. I was then pulled out and placed in the Temple of the River God, which was in a state of extreme disrepair at the time. The temple was covered in cobwebs, the offering table had collapsed, the incense burner was gone, and the statue of the god was cracked. In the blink of an eye, I had narrowly escaped death several times, only to arrive at my current state of prosperity.

  The candle flames inside the temple flickered, and the woman turned her head to look out towards the river. She saw the river's surface gleaming with wave after wave. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she bowed again before the deity.

  A thick misty wind blew across the land and drifted away into the distance.

  As he passed by the River God Temple, Chen Jing felt that the spirits inside the temple were not there. After a moment's thought, he suspected that they might have also gone to attend the City Guardian's birthday celebration.

  Crossing the Cui Ping Mountain, he thought: "I don't know if the god of Cui Ping Mountain will go or not, should be going though."

  When passing through Junling Town, Chen Jing did not enter because there was a land temple in the town. The town had an enemy of the land god who was neither friend nor foe. The town was where his faith was most prosperous, and how could he give him the opportunity to suppress with the advantage of borrowing land? As soon as he thought of Baoling City, his heart sank again.

  In any case, Ba Ling City must go.

  Although he is not afraid of Qin Hu today, the city god of Ba Ling City is his own family. If he incites the city god to be unfavorable to himself, it will be a very dangerous thing.

  A golden light flashed across the top of his head and fled in the direction of Ba Ling City.

  Encountered a few mountain spirits traveling together, driving the evil wind, bringing a storm, and majestically flying towards Chu City.

  "It seems that within a radius of two hundred miles, the gods and spirits of the three mountains and five peaks will all gather in Bashan City. I wonder if the immortal cultivators will go there too."

  In a land of one hundred miles, under the misty rain of the big red shrimp, it arrived in no time.

  The sky was filled with moonlight and frost everywhere, but above the city of Baling, a fierce storm was brewing, with dark clouds covering the sky. Every household had closed their windows tightly. In the center of the city stood a majestic temple dedicated to the City God, its grandeur and majesty awe-inspiring. Inside the temple, the statue of the deity towered above, clad in embroidered robes, with a dragon-patterned sash around its waist, wearing a purple gold crown on its head, holding a jade tablet in its hand, exuding an aura of power and authority from its eyes.

  There is incense in the temple, but it is unusually quiet.

  There were dark clouds in the sky, and from time to time, someone flew down from the wind and rain, either driving a cloud or riding a beast. Some looked ferocious, while others had an elegant demeanor. There were also demons with human bodies and animal heads, as well as gloomy ghosts. One by one, they fell in front of the City God Temple, and at the moment they stepped into the temple, they vanished without a trace. The City God Temple still looked peaceful and quiet.

  Chen Jing sat on the giant prawn, drilling into the city god temple from the dark clouds, and the scene in front of him changed. He looked up and saw a huge mansion in front of him, with the words "City God Mansion" written on it.

  On both sides of the gate stood four ferocious and malevolent ghostly soldiers, each with a gloomy aura, wearing pitch-black armor, with evil spirit patterns on their helmets, mouths agape, holding long spears in their hands, exuding an intimidating air, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

  There was also a man who looked around fifty years old, wearing a black suit, with an air of grandeur.

  Chen Jingyi appeared, and he came forward to greet him. Chen Jing flipped over from the big red shrimp's body, handed over a black box in his hand, and smiled at the host: "Don't worry, there will naturally be gifts inside. May I ask your esteemed name?"

  Chen Jing smiled slightly and said, "Embroidered Spring River God Chen Jing." He looked at his face carefully again, but didn't find anything unusual. All he saw was a joyful smile as he said, "Please come in."

  Chen Jing entered the Chenghuang Temple, and he didn't hear any noise in his ears. Although it was his first time attending such a banquet, he looked calm on the surface despite feeling puzzled inside. As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard the person at the entrance shout: "Xiu Chun Wan He Shen Chen Jing has come to celebrate your birthday!"

  As they entered the gate, another person came up to greet them. He was dressed similarly to the one outside. Another person tried to lead the big red shrimp away, but found that it didn't have a rope on its body. Chen Jingyi understood and patted the big red shrimp, which reluctantly followed the person away.

  The other party took over the black box in Chen Jing's hand and asked: "I don't know what is inside Chen He's divine box?"

  Chen Jing was taken aback for a moment, but still smiled and said: "The thing in the box is a thousand-year-old night pearl."

  The other person looked at Chen Jing with a somewhat strange expression, but didn't say anything else, and led Chen Jing straight to the main hall.

  Ascending the stairs, on each step stood a pair of lean ghostly guards, their black armor stern and gloomy.

  The main hall's gate is tall and black, with a ferocious ghost head steel ring on top. Upon closer inspection, it seems to have cloud patterns and talismans engraved. As soon as one enters the gate, the guide beside you shouts loudly: "Embroidered Spring Bend River God Chen Jing presents a thousand-year-old Night Pearl, wishing City Lord's incense fire to flourish, and longevity without boundaries."

  Chen Jing'er listened to the reports of courtesy from the people beside him, but his heart was deeply shocked. He saw that the hall was spacious and high, with twelve black stone pillars divided into two rows, at least ten feet high, and one person could not wrap around it. On the high platform above the hall, a man sat upright, with a majestic air, elegant and luxurious, wearing a purple crown on his head, like an emperor of the underworld. The armrests of the chair he sat on had two black dragons roaring, and behind him, four beautiful maids stood on either side, holding black jade fans.

  Nine steps below, several people wearing city guard robes stood, Qin Hu also wore a hundred ghost offering robe and stood at the very bottom.

  Below them were two rows of seated divine cultivators from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, each with a profound aura of magical power. Some looked domineering, some sharp, some ferocious, and some ethereal. There were no less than a hundred of them, all looking towards the gate, their eyes falling on Chen Jing's body.

  Chen Jing seemed to be gazing straight ahead, but in an instant, he had taken in the expressions of everyone in the hall. Most were unfamiliar faces, but those he did recognize left him surprised. On his right-hand side, the first person was Jiang Liu Yun, the second was Ye Qing Xue, and the third was a young nobleman in brocade attire. The people lined up below them were actually some of the Immortal Dao cultivators who had pursued Ye Qing Xue. He secretly suspected that everyone on the right-hand side were all from the Immortal Dao.

  On the left side, several people in front didn't recognize, but in the middle, Xue Yu Lou, the god of Fenglin River, was sitting upright, still wearing a colorful robe. Looking at Chen Jing coming over, his eyes seemed to smile but not quite. Also saw some gods from Dongyue Dadi's place where they listened to the Taoist teachings, among them was Wu Mongsan, the mountain god of Wumong Mountain, who blocked Chen Jing on the road and wanted to duel with him, still bare-chested and wearing a tiger skin around his waist.

  There was also the Wu Shan goddess who had ridden a tiger and passed by, as well as the empty spirit of the temple in front of the river. Another monk sat among them, whom Chen Jing recognized as the monk from the Jingguang Temple above the Evil Dragon Gorge. This row was all composed of divine spirits, with over a hundred immortals on both sides.

  As soon as Chen Jingru entered the hall, he felt like he had stepped into a closed space and lost contact with the outside world. Looking at the situation, there was no sign of celebration, but rather an ominous banquet. A strong urge to turn around and escape immediately surged up in his heart, causing him to hesitate for a moment as he stepped into the grand hall.

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