I'm fishing for the gods

Chapter 72 Catch the Thief
On the third day of flood control, many relief points built with simple wooden sheds were suddenly built inside and outside the customs.

What each wooden shed donates is not porridge, nor goods, but a very fragrant soup.

In addition, there are notices posted in advance inside and outside the city.

Literate and ink-savvy people read the posted notices and began to tell each other about relief matters.

At first, the people in the city didn't pay much attention to it, they just regarded it as an ordinary measure introduced by the government after the disaster.It wasn't until some sick people drank the donated soup and recovered immediately that more people tried it.

After a period of brewing, the relief point, which was originally sparsely populated, gradually became a hot spot, attracting people from all walks of life to flock there with pots and ladles.

Two days later, Chen Mu came outside the General Military Mansion and met the imperial officer who was maintaining order at a relief point.

"Lin Yushi, how are things going?"

Yu Shi is similar to Zhu Bo, and is a civilian official in charge of documents and assisting in the management of Guancheng.

Hearing Chen Mu's question, Lin Yushi replied: "I have already ordered it, and it has achieved results so far."

Chen Mu said with a smile: "My lord, please put more effort into spreading the news as soon as possible."

Lin Yushi nodded and said: "I will do my best to do what the commander-in-chief orders."

The next day, rumors about Li Nezha, the son of the general soldier, suddenly began to circulate in Chentangguan.

"I heard that the potion given by Li Zongbing was melted by Nezha's tears, in order to help the innocent people in the city."

"Is there such a thing? I've heard people say that Nezha is a reincarnated soul boy, and that the divine water was made from the spiritual blood that flowed out after he cut his flesh and bones."

"I don't believe it, who did you listen to?"

Before the relief point, the people in the queue talked to each other, and the topic could not be separated from Nezha and Shenshui.

Chen Mu was wearing Taoist robes, holding Yu Ruyi in his arms, and stood across the street quietly listening to everyone's chat.

"Then Nezha is a kind person. When he died, he saw the flooded Chentangguan. He felt sorry, so he turned his blood and flesh into a holy water for our relief."

In Yu Ruyi, Ao Bing's soul was aroused by everyone's conversation.

Hearing everyone's discussion, Ao Bing didn't pay attention at first until someone mentioned him.

"What you said is wrong. Nezha offended the Dragon King because the son of the Dragon King is an evil dragon. He wanted to sneak into my Chentang Pass from the Jiuwan River to make trouble and eat people. Nezha fought the evil dragon for the safety of the people in the city. One day and one night, I killed the evil dragon. I never thought that such a good boy was finally forced to death outside the pass by the Dragon King."

Ao Bing was shocked, and turned his gaze to Chen Mu in disbelief.

Seeing Ao Bing looking at him, Chen Mu said with a strange expression: "What do you think I am doing? I didn't make up this story, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Looking at the peddler who was spitting and talking about things, Chen Mu thought he was not as good as him.

It is day and midnight.

On the tip of the moon, in the quiet courtyard of the Li Mansion, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

On the slightly wet ground paved with stone slabs, several puffs of blue smoke rose out of nowhere.

When the green smoke dissipated, five ghosts with different heights, shorts, fats and thins appeared.

The leader of a headless ghost said: "This is Li's Mansion, Mr. Li has practiced immortal arts and Taoism, we have to be careful, don't let him find out."

Before the headless nonsense was finished, he felt a breeze behind him.

The five ghosts all turned their heads in doubt, only to find that there were two more figures in the courtyard at some point.

Yang Jian held the three-pointed two-edged knife and looked at the ghost in front of him expressionlessly.

Beside Yang Jian, Chen Mu holds Yu Ruyi in his hand, with a gloomy gaze.

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The five ghosts were silent for a moment, and the leader of the headless ghost said with a guilty conscience:
"Shangxian, I'm not a bad guest, I just want to beg for a drink."

"Ask for water?"

Hearing the headless ghost's explanation, Yang Jian and Chen Mu looked at each other, and both saw a strange look in each other's eyes.

The two never thought that the water in the courtyard could attract thieves, and there were five thieves when they came.

In front of the neatly arranged water tanks, the headless ghost showed no expression, only the four little ghosts behind him had different expressions.

In the windy courtyard, the headless ghost argued: "We are definitely not evil ghosts, but we are just attracted by the fragrance of the mansion, and want to take some water to drink."

"If you say it's not an evil ghost, it's not an evil ghost?" Looking at the headless ghost with a burly figure that looks like a hell, and several other ghosts that don't look like a decent person at all, it's hard for Chen Mu to believe that they are ghosts. Innocent.

"These ghosts are indeed not evil spirits." Yang Jian opened his sky eyes and looked at the aura floating on the five ghosts, but there was no miscellaneous aura showing, only the ghostly aura between heaven and earth.

Isn't it possible for evil spirits to steal food and drink in the middle of the night?

Chen Mu looked at the wandering ghosts, and beat Yu Ruyi's palms rhythmically in his hands. He planned to train and train these ghosts.

Ten months later, Cuiping Mountain.

People come and go on the newly repaired mountain road, most of these people are pilgrims who come to fulfill their vows or come here just for the name.

Walking up the mountain road, at the end, a brand new temple stands on the top of the mountain with a quiet view.

This temple is called Nezha Temple, also known as Xiangshan Temple.

It is called Nezha Temple because the statue of Nezha is enshrined in the temple, and it is called Xiangshan Temple because there is often a scent of fragrance in and out of the temple.

The fragrance is like a clear spring with peach blossoms falling in the mountains, and it makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

In the Nezha Temple with vermilion eaves and green tiles, five little ghosts, led by Nezha, sat on the beams of the house with a dignified appearance and listened carefully to the visions made by the pilgrims.

The pilgrims who came to worship the temple did not know the details, but only knew that those with injured legs and feet could throw away their crutches and run down the mountain after making a wish.

There are also those who are hard to recover from serious illnesses, but they are cured after drinking the divine water in front of the temple.
For a long time, after word of mouth, Nezha Temple has become a sacred temple that people call for thousands of spirits and respond to all requests.

When Nezha Temple flourished, Chen Mu came to Cuiping Mountain.

He came to say goodbye to Nezha.

In the temple where cigarettes were curling up, Chen Mu casually took two fruits from the confession case and came to the beam of the room.

Chen Mu stretched out his hand to throw a fruit to the other party, but suddenly remembered that the soul cannot eat mortal things.

"Nezha, I have to go. Brother Yang Jian and I have important matters to attend to, so we can't delay for too long."

Chen Mu looked up at Nezha who was sitting cross-legged on the beam.Nezha also looked down at Chen Mu who lived in the same world as the pilgrims.

Floating down the beam, Nezha felt a little depressed.

Since the temple was built, among the acquaintances, only Chen Mu would visit him often.

His parents could not come to see him.

According to the kid around me, there is no reason for the elders to go to the temple of the younger generation to worship
When Chen Mu left, he specially left two decks of cards and a chessboard for Nezha, so that he and the little ghosts could have a pastime and not be too boring.

(End of this chapter)