Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 483 I have to be busy with enshrining the god card!

What is public interest?

The City God is the God Lord of a land, the main god in charge of yin and yang in the local area, and shoulders the duty of extraditing ghosts into the underworld.

The little ghost was ordered to seduce the soul, this is the father.

However, refugees who died in foreign lands were not in their original places. They left their hometowns and died in other places.

But in today's world, the priests of the underworld are already overwhelmed, and there are far from enough manpower to verify them one by one, and they have to be delivered through the local city god.

This coming and going, where the ghost went, it all depends on what the purpose of the city god is.This is selfishness.

Immortal Jin Ting was very sensitive to these things, but after a rough calculation, even if he didn't borrow the Yue Mansion's Shou Ji to proofread, he could still know that there were many ghosts in the City God.

In fact, Jinting Daxian shouldn't be suspicious of a landlord god like this, but since he started his career in Wuning County, there are few city gods he met along the way that are worthy of trust.

It is almost impossible for these gods who are too deeply involved with the rise and fall of the dynasty to avoid all kinds of dissent as the dynasty declines. Whether it is to maintain the rule of the old lord, or to defect to the new lord, it is inevitable to interfere with the operation of the dynasty with divine way.

Shinto is a public tool, and public tools cannot be used privately.

The thunder-picking officer was used to the Great Immortal Jin Ting playing charades, so he was even less bothered to pay attention to these twists and turns, especially things that had nothing to do with him.

The soul-hunting imp went through villages and fields.

Those souls who died due to disasters were driven to the counties, and eventually gathered from the counties to Suzhou.

When a gust of wind blows, it makes people feel chilly.

"Father, I'm hungry." The child's voice sounded in the room.

It was a dark day, but the family did not fall asleep.

Want to sleep, but too hungry to sleep.

The man said impatiently: "Sleep, you won't be hungry after you fall asleep."

"Oh." The child turned over, closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, but he felt cold because he was drowsy.

So he yelled vaguely, "Father, I'm cold."

This season, it is no longer cold time.

Men don't talk, people don't feel like talking when they're hungry.

But his mother-in-law woke up with a start, and stretched out her hand to touch the child's forehead, and when she touched it, her palm felt hot.

"Master, the child has a fever."

The man sat up suddenly, groped in the dark, unable to see clearly what was in front of him, and stretched out his hand to probe the child's head, it was really hot.

The woman's face was full of sorrow, she wanted to cry but she didn't, she asked: "What should I do, what should I do?"

The man was already getting dressed, and said, "I'll invite Mrs. Wang, you turn on the stove and cook some rice soup for the child."

The mother-in-law walked into the kitchen in the dark and started to cook rice soup.

It was dark in the second half of the night, and it was also the waning moon. The man smeared and ran towards Mrs. Wang's house. He couldn't see the way clearly. He fell and broke his arm. He limped to Mrs. Wang's house and began to knock on the door.

Listening to the sound, Mrs. Wang cursed and said, "What are you doing at night!"

This woman's voice is very loud, but it's not very pleasant, like a wild cat meowing.

The man apologized and said with a smile: "My child has a fever, please ask the mother-in-law to take a look."

Mrs. Wang scolded uncleanly, got up while scolding, opened the door and glared at the man, saying: "Not yet leading the way!"

The man's legs were weak, and Mrs. Wang's eyes seemed to glow in the night, but he suspected that he was wrong.

The man rushed back with Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang was faster than him, and with a little moonlight, she avoided all obstacles.

The man asked: "Xianggu, can you see it?"

Wang Pozi said: "What's so strange about this. You can see clearly if you eat more meat."

Eating meat, who can afford meat nowadays?Brown rice mixed with bran is still not enough to eat, where can I buy meat to eat.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mrs. Wang laughed and said, "You can't afford it, but I can afford it."

This woman is not young, but she seems to be stronger than this man.

The man said: "You have supernatural powers, and you are blessed by the immortal family. We don't have this blessing."

In peacetime, this is not a blessing.

But this time, it is a blessing.

When Mrs. Wang entered the house, she only glanced at the trembling child on the bed, and said, "I'm bewitched."

The man became nervous and asked, "Why is he bewitched? He didn't even go out?"

Mrs. Wang said: "At night, the envoy of seductive spirit passed by our village. Your boy is weak and his soul has been frightened."

The man begged: "Please help Xiangu."

Mrs. Wang was originally in this line of work, so of course she didn't refuse.Pour a bowl of water, beat it, and recite the mantra: "Respectfully, the Great God of Wutong will show his spirit, and the Holy Mother will bless you, and call back the soul to live with you. Disciple Wang Chunhua bows with all his heart, and bows with his heart."

She also asked the man to follow her and call out the child's name, walked around the house, and then held water to feed the child.

Sure enough, the child quickly calmed down.

Mrs. Wang said: "It's all right, but your child's soul is unstable, and he will be easily bewitched by evil spirits in the future. You have to ask for a divine tablet to enshrine at home, so that you can be blessed."

The man asked, "What god please?"

Wang Pozi said: "Please ask the Great God of Wutong."

"The great spirit of Wutong is very powerful. If you seek wealth, you will get wealth, and if you seek luck, you will know it."

Thanks a lot, the man took out the only copper coin in the house and asked Mrs. Wang to leave the five-pass god's tablet before sending Mrs. Wang away.

After this toss, it will be dawn.

The man enshrined this god card at home, and he could not offer incense without money, so he could only offer a bowl of rice soup.

He bowed and begged: "The God of Wutong blesses my son to be safe, and bless me to earn money to support my family."

After this prostration, a gust of wind flew out from the house, turned into an air that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, and flew to Shangfang Mountain.

Immortal Jinting looked at his door, the boy was fine, but the man bowed his breath away.

No wonder he practiced in Shenjing Palace for many days, and no one from Shangshan came to bother him.

It turned out that Wutongshen was too busy to take care of him.

Their lending business is doing very well. When a person cannot survive, he only needs one liter of rice to buy his future. own.Under the sacrifices and sacrifices of the Zhenger Bajing, it is more effective than black and white.

Compared with the real poor people, this family is already considered lucky.

Immortal Jin Ting had seen this family, and wandered aimlessly in villages and villages in Wu County.

See the refugees lingering on their last days, and see the people struggling.

It is so difficult while alive, and it should be peaceful after death, but it is even more difficult.

The thunder-picking officer didn't know what Jin Ting Daxian was going to do, but just ran outside with him for seven days.

In the past seven days, Jinting Daxian knew that everyone was very busy.

King Wu is busy, busy with disaster relief, so as not to ruin his plan, busy with gaining fame, and planning for the future.

The Great City God is busy, busy seducing souls, busy hiding the souls of those who died in foreign lands for his own use.

Wutongshen is also busy, busy lending money, busy developing beliefs.

The momentum of King Wu became stronger and stronger, the aura of the Town God's Temple became more dazzling, and the aura of Shangfang Mountain became more and more profound.

Only the Great Immortal Jin Ting was sneering, he was so busy, how could he be idle?

(End of this chapter)