Chapter 1189: Chapter 708 Incense_3

“The young Immortal pressed the monster fish’s head onto the platform, raised his sword, and with a flash of golden light, a single stroke severed the monster fish’s head, ending its life!”

Upon finishing, this person shook his head with a sigh, his expression filled with shock.

The other Fish Cultivators who had not seen the death of the monster fish also gasped in unison.

“What a majestic young Immortal!”

“Vast Divine Skills!”

Someone couldn’t resist asking, “Why is this young Immortal so small? Doesn’t he grow up?”

“How would I know… Immortals’ matters, how could I understand…”

“Perhaps he hasn’t completed his Cultivation.”

“So young, yet so powerful already, what more when he grows up…”

“Naturally…”

“Where did this young Immortal go then?”

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, “After slaying the river monster, he just vanished. Immortals come and go without a trace, who knows where he went…”

“But, this doesn’t seem like an Immortal.”

“Entering Dreamland to slay a river Demon Monster, if not an Immortal, then what is he? Have you ever seen a real Immortal?”

That person shook his head, “Never seen…”

“There you go.”

As people chatted, suddenly someone mysteriously said:

“I think, these past few days, with our nightmares and misfortunes, it must be related to that blood-colored monster fish.”

The others were taken aback, then nodded in agreement, “Makes some sense…”

“What do you say, if the monster fish comes again, what should we do?”

“Kill it…”

“Who? You going to kill it?”

“Definitely not me…”

“Let that young Immortal kill it again?”

“This young Immortal killing the monster fish even once is already an unearned favor, out of the blue, why should he kill again for no reason?”

“True indeed…”

“How about,” someone suggested, “we offer incense and worship this young Immortal?”

Everyone paused, then fell into deep thought.

That person added: “Think about it, if we don’t offer incense regularly, and only seek help when in desperate need, that definitely isn’t right. This young Immortal can’t possibly protect us unconditionally forever.”

“But if we, every day, offer him incense and prayers, then when a Demon Monster comes to attack, if he slays it for us and drives away the Evil Spirit, wouldn’t that be justified?”

All the Fish Cultivators had a moment of realization, nodding their heads in agreement.

“Makes sense…”

“This aligns with karma.”

“It’s good to worship him, after all, we owed a great favor to the young Immortal. By worshipping him, our minds also feel at ease.”

With the river turbulent, life and death hung by a thread.

Accustomed to living in fear, the Fish Cultivators instinctively felt like worshipping something, praying to some unseen existence for blessings.

Even if they don’t receive actual protection, they seek peace of mind.

Thus, they discussed together and jointly constructed a small Immortal’s Temple behind the village among the mountain cliffs.

It’s called an Immortal’s Temple, but it’s more like a small Shrine.

On the mountain cliff, they hollowed out the rock, creating a small space and set up a tiny offering table with fruit sacrifices; in the center, they placed a small clay figure.

This small clay figure was crafted by Old Yu.

In his younger days, he had traveled and seen some of the world.

He had seen many stone and clay Divine Statues in some temples, which now came in handy. He used them as references to make one.

Having completed the body, as he got to shaping the face, Old Yu was puzzled, and asked, “What does the young Immortal look like?”

His faith was mostly devoured by the Blood Fish, making his Divine Sense weaker.

During the dream, he had passed out early and hadn’t seen the young Immortal wielding the Golden Sword slaying the creature.

“Covered in golden light, difficult to see clearly…” someone said.

“Go ask around if anyone saw this young Immortal’s face clearly.” Old Yu

But after asking around, all shook their heads.

Someone then suggested: “Uncle Yu, just mold any face, as long as there is something resembling an immortal, the clay figure does not need to be exactly like him.”

Others echoed, “Right, right.”

Old Yu thought it over and felt they were right.

For the young Immortal, who had granted a great favor to the villagers of the small fishing village…

Unexpectedly, the face of Mo Hua surfaced in his mind.

The more Old Yu thought, the more appropriate it seemed.

If there really were such a young Immortal, he should look like Young Master Mo.

Handsome, amiable, with eyes that sparkled, a gentle demeanor, yet showing extraordinary Immortal aura, and with a bit of loathing for evil.

Old Yu then molded a small Immortal figure seated upright with a Golden Sword on his back, following the likeness of Mo Hua.

But due to his poor craftsmanship, it only resembled him vaguely by fifty to sixty percent.

Only the eyes and brows were lively and vivid, bearing an eighty to ninety percent likeness to Mo Hua.

After the clay figure was completed, it was enshrined in the small temple.

Henceforth, whenever it was cloudy for fishing, rainy for river traversal, a bad year, or if plagued by continuous nightmares and fear of Evil Spirits,

The Fish Cultivators of the small village would visit the young Immortal’s Temple, light a 30 minutes incense stick, and worship the young Immortal holding the Golden Sword.

Amidst the curling smoke of incense, the Fish Cultivators did not notice a weak little silver fish slowly swimming into the small Immortal’s Temple, hiding behind the imposing figure of the young Immortal, drawing on Mo Hua’s incense offerings bit by bit, gradually recuperating its Divine Thought form.