I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 206 Granny Huang

"I accept the order and thank you for my humble position."

Zhang Jun accepted the imperial edict expressionlessly.

Then he called out the Qiankun Bag and took a shot, only to see a dozen people rolling out of it like rolling gourds and falling to the ground, unconscious. They still held murderous weapons and sharp blades in their hands, as well as the corpses killed by Zhang Jun. Inside, everyone was lying on the ground.

"Take it!"

The black-armored army beside them quickly stepped forward, quickly blocked their Qimen meridians, and bound these people together.

"very good."

Seeing that there were no signs of being interrogated on these people, the man's stern expression suddenly softened a lot. He stepped forward and patted Zhang Jun's arm: "You understand the overall situation. Do your best. His Majesty thinks highly of you."

"Yes!"

Then the man jumped on his horse, waved his hand, and the dark group of people quickly evacuated.

Only after these people left did everyone in the yard finally relax.

"Oh, we're finally gone. These black-armored troops are so terrifying. My legs are shaking just standing there."

"Isn't that right? I'm afraid that third-grade master is the rumored No. [-] Li. I haven't seen him for many years. Back then, he was No. [-] in high school. He took a night trip on horseback and the city was filled with golden flowers. Not to mention how beautiful he was. Now he is ranked No. [-] Third grade..."

Some people can't help but sigh when they think of those years.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao."

Brother Han cupped his fists and congratulated Zhang Jun.

Others also reacted and immediately came forward to compliment him.

Some people felt sad because Zhao Ju came too late and they were not familiar with him yet. Fortunately, Mr. Zhao came from their third division and would definitely need to take care of him in the future.

Zhang Jun took out an ingot of broken silver from the storage bag and handed it to Brother Han: "The bones of the two brothers are not yet cold, so they are not suitable for big things. Please send someone to buy some wine and meat, let everyone eat and drink first, and wait for a while , I will entertain you all again."

"good!"

Everyone gave thumbs up.

Brother Han turned around and handed the money to a few old people around him, asking them to buy wine and meat.

Then he winked with Zhang Jun and walked aside.

"What do you think about this?"

"What do you think? The emperor is just being biased." Zhang Jun curled his lips.

This is obviously a gag for promotion. I guess there was a lot of noise in the court today. King Rong hated himself so much that he could not kill him. In addition, with the help of Brother Han's eldest brother, the censors were all watching. On the surface, the officials Don't dare to interfere.

The emperor saw that if the matter dragged on, the trouble would only get bigger and bigger, so he simply promoted himself and threw him into Dali Temple.

As for what happens next, it depends on how King Rong himself operates.

"After all, that's his son. Even if something goes wrong, it's not our turn to intervene."

Brother Han is open to this.

"Family ugliness should not be publicized."

If the matter were brought to light, King Rong would certainly not be able to escape the crime, but this crime was not a big deal. As long as the emperor did not pursue the matter, he would punish himself with three cups of wine.

After all, this is a family matter.

But these people are in big trouble.

At that time, not only the emperor will target them, but also King Rong will target them.

As the eldest brother, Brother Han, if he goes into the muddy water this time, he will probably shed his skin even if he doesn't die.

When the time comes, I will also be in a difficult position, and it will become even more difficult.

"You have been promoted to governor. Remember to go to the mansion tomorrow to report. From a fourth-grade official, I can't even count how many levels you have been promoted to."

When Brother Han said this, he couldn't help but have a look of envy on his face.

If this matter spreads, it will definitely cause a commotion.

This is a grace that has never been seen in this dynasty.

"Ha, I have to thank Mr. Han for your help. Otherwise, let alone promotion, I would probably become a rat that everyone shouts about now."

"Good to say."

Brother Han grinned.

After a night of silence, Zhang Jun still slept on the same kang as the others, but when he slept, his bedding was replaced with a new one, and Zhang Jun was specially arranged to sit inside, with a space next to it.

Everyone got a basin of water and washed their feet before going to bed one after another.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, when the sky was dark and bright, Zhang Jun got up with everyone.

After the change of official position, the task of patrolling the streets had nothing to do with Zhang Jun.

But he still insisted on reporting after completing his patrol today.

Brother Han couldn't leave him alone, so he went to patrol the streets with him.

Come to the entrance of Shangsan Street.

Zhang Jun offered incense to the City God as usual.

Brother Han is more familiar with the rules than Zhang Jun, so he is standing at the back obediently.

After he prayed to the City God, not long after, the door opened and the woman looked at Zhang Jun and nodded to him with a smile.

The fool led the rich man and ran out. While eating the tributes, he did not forget to give some of the tributes to the rich man.

Judging from the way Fugui ate with gusto, these two guys seemed to get along pretty well here.

Zhang Jun thought about it and simply let Fugui stay here for the time being.

Brother Han stared straight at Fugui, wondering what kind of beast this was?

It looks like a pig, a tiger, and a cow, but when you look closely, you feel that it looks nothing like anything.

This... family tree seems a bit too complicated.

As soon as he had eaten and drank enough, Fool rode on Fugui and continued to patrol the streets with Zhang Jun and Brother Han.

I don’t know why, but this time I walked down the street without the sense of mystery I had in the past.

The fool hardly stopped and just rode Fugui forward.

The three streets that usually took two hours to walk were surprisingly fast today, and were completed in just half an hour. "You are a new official. It seems that the City God has given you enough face." Brother Han said with a smile.

Zhang Jun smiled.

"I'm going on a quick patrol today. It won't be too late. I think you still have the incense box I gave you before."

"exist."

Zhang Jun took out Brother Han's incense box.

"Let's go, it's a rare occasion for me to come here and borrow your light to say hello to an old friend."

"Grandma Huang?"

"Correct."

Zhang Jun remembered that Brother Han had said before that if he ran into trouble, he could go to Granny Huang on the second street. Huang Xiang would serve as a guide and she might be able to help him.

But what happened next was so sudden that Zhang Jun was too late.

Since Brother Han is going to go, I simply accompany him to see what kind of fairy this Granny Huang is.

The two came to the gate of the third house on Second Street.

There is a shrine standing in front of the door, and the gods in the shrine are wrapped in red cloth.

Brother Han took out the fruits and placed them, took out the yellow incense from the incense box, lit it and inserted it on the incense burner.

"Grandma Huang, it's me. I passed by today and came here to see you. I brought you your favorite osmanthus cake."

As Brother Han finished.

Zhang Jun felt a unique force field rising around him, as if something was reviving quickly, and then came closer.

At this time, the red cloth on the shrine in front of him untied itself and fell down, revealing an old lady wearing a yellow robe.

Not long after, the door behind the shrine was gently pushed open.

An old man stuck his head out, glanced at Brother Han and said with a smile: "Grandma Huang said you would bring distinguished guests here today. I didn't expect you to come so early. Come in quickly."

As he spoke, he opened the door completely and motioned for the two of them to enter quickly.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Jun smelled a strong scent of sesame oil. There were many flowers and plants planted in the yard. The back room was not big, but it was many times stronger than what Lao Zhang had there.

"Hurry up and take a seat."

The old man motioned for the two of them to sit down, and then he looked at Zhang Jun. He looked at Zhang Jun carefully and said with a smile: "He is indeed a heroic boy. What happened yesterday was really satisfying. Granny Huang said, let me thank you for getting rid of this evil god." , waiting for me to let out a bad breath."

"I don't dare to take it seriously, but Granny Huang is also a deity. Will she still be afraid of the Wutong God?"

Zhang Jun is very curious. There are many gods living in Shangsan Street. The Wutong God is not a particularly powerful god. Granny Huang and the others can't do anything about him?

"Hahaha, you don't know, adults, we are not those great gods, we don't have heavenly canonization, we don't have immortal books, but sometimes our strength is not up to us."

The old man explained it carefully to Zhang Jun.

In the upper three streets, there are mostly folk gods, mostly benevolent gods, commonly known as home-protecting gods.

Zhongsan Street is inhabited by human gods, mountain gods, and industry gods, such as the ancestors of all walks of life, such as the literati, poets, wine fairies, poetry fairies, etc. in history.

The Lower Third Street is filled with smoke, filled with mostly evil spirits and ghosts.

What these evil gods and ghosts are best at is benefiting themselves at the expense of others and doing all sorts of evil. For example, the God of Five Powers, with his ability to bring wealth through the Five Powers, can steal other people's wealth and help others do evil, so he has the support of King Rong.

With King Rong's unrelenting support, a large number of people began to believe in Wutong God.

In comparison, although other gods are worshiped, the incense behind them is far less than that of the Wutong God. If the incense is not enough, their strength will naturally not be as powerful as the Wutong God.

"I see."

Zhang Jun nodded to express his understanding.

In fact, the core reason lies in who the people believe in.

In reality, there are also foreigners who slander them and say that China has no faith. However, in Chinese belief, only those gods who can take care of things will be worshiped.

People believe in pragmatism.

Of course, you have to ask, aren’t there still those powerful gods?
There are naturally many of these gods. The problem is that people do not live in such places. Temples and Taoist temples are where people live.

This is why Wutong God dares to claim the throne in East Street.

"Your Excellency is now promoted to be the governor of the town. Please take care of me in the future. If you need anything, just ask. Granny Huang said that she will give her full support to you."

Good guy.

The other party was so polite that Zhang Jun almost thought that the other party was an ordinary citizen, but after thinking about it, he realized that this was actually the case.

Gods are powerful and omnipotent, but they need people to support them.

Wutong God is just a low-level evil god. He can dominate the East Street only because of the support of King Rong.

The two parties themselves are a cooperative relationship.

"Grandma Huang is too polite, but she is just doing good to the people."

"Yes, yes, be good to the people, be good to the people."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Jun and Brother Han didn't sit there for too long. After drinking a cup of tea, they stood up and left.

The old man sent Zhang Jun and Brother Han to the door with a smile.

Suddenly, the old man's eyes turned white and his body shook violently.

Zhang Jun and Brother Han looked back in confusion.

The old man turned his head and his voice became softer, like an old woman instructing a child: "Sir, be careful, there is someone behind the Wutong God who is related to West Street."

"West Street!"

Zhang Jun frowned.

The East Street will ruin your fortune, and the West Street will cost you your life.

Zhang Jun understood the meaning of losing money on Dongjie, so he just had to be more cautious.

West Street is deadly, but I don’t know what the situation is like on West Street. However, it is not difficult to understand from this sentence that West Street is a very dangerous place.

"Okay, thank you mother-in-law for your advice."

Zhang Jun nodded, and soon the old man returned to normal. After watching Zhang Jun leave, he picked up the tributes on the ground and brought them into the house, then turned around and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)