Baby God: Make a wish for me?

Chapter 11: A Pilgrim More Cruel Than a Werewolf
The old policeman is kind-hearted.

After all, he has worked in Hangzhou for decades.

I have seen many people who became rich overnight and then fell into ruin.

To put it bluntly, almost every local resident in Hangzhou was a multi-millionaire back then, and every family owned three or four houses.

It stands to reason.

They all lived a prosperous life.

But how many people can really calm down?
He has handled countless cases involving drinking, whoring and gambling.

A poor man suddenly becomes rich.

Will become very arrogant!

Of course, this is not actually what the old police officer advised Zhang Tian and his son about. After all, he saw that Zhang Tian’s father was a steady man.

In fact, he was talking about something else.

He said in a deep voice, "A young god who can understand the words of the wisher and can make a wish at any time, you should know the consequences!"

"I just hope we can meet next time."

"Not in the cell."

The messengers of God come to communicate with God.

After all, gods are born with supernatural powers, how could they possibly understand human rules?
This requires the angels of God to restrain and teach.

But when a god appears who cannot be communicated with but can make wishes at will, it would be a huge disaster for any messenger of God.

It feels like...

Family members of the mentally ill.

They have to keep a close eye on the patients every day, because if they are not careful, they might cause a huge disaster.

But ask yourself.

How many patients' family members are free every day, can stay with the patients every day, and control the patients?
The same is true for the messengers of God.

Although there is no explicit rule that the messenger of God is also responsible for the mistakes made by the young god, if problems arise, conscience cannot escape condemnation!

Zhang Tian’s father fell into silence.

Obviously.

He also knew about this.

But in response to the old police officer's advice, he just smiled and did not make any response.

This made Zhang Tian feel complicated.

When walking out of the police station.

He couldn't help but speak, "Dad, why don't we send that Chu Xuan God back to the temple..."

As the saying goes, it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away.

Originally in Zhang Tian's opinion.

If the young god is invited, then he can invite him. Even if he has to work to offer incense to the other party, he can accept it.

What's more, his family is wealthy.

Can support it.

But with two things happening in succession yesterday.

Zhang Tian suddenly realized it.

Such a young god does not seem to be a good thing for them.

Because they are too weak.

I can't hold it at all!
Coupled with the warning from the old policeman, Zhang Tian began to hesitate. Instead of living in fear every day, it would be better to cut off the relationship early and spend a lot of money to send Chu Xuanshen back.

Zhang Tian’s idea is very good. It is also what he has learned from watching TV dramas and reading novels for many years.

He doesn't think he is the protagonist.

No ability to face the crisis.

If you want to live in peace, you must avoid some troubles.

Just like what a great man once said, even if something has a 98% chance of success, but if you round it off, what's the difference between that and committing suicide?
Zhang Tian decided to give up.

But his father rolled his eyes and snorted, "If you follow your idea, seeing how timid and stupid you are, shouldn't you talk to your mother about giving up your big account and starting a new small account from scratch?"

"Uh...I agree with your point!"

Father: ...

Dad: “Get lost!”

The father and son's journey home seemed a little silent.

Although after returning home.

There was a steady stream of relatives and neighbors coming to congratulate and join in the fun.

After all, it is extremely rare for the police to send banners and do publicity. It is absolutely a rare thing.

Hanging on the wall.

How glorious!

Faced with everyone's congratulations, Dad's originally depressed mood disappeared, the corners of his mouth were harder than AK, and he couldn't stop showing off in front of everyone.

Don't say it's him.

Even Zhang Tian couldn't help but take a beautiful photo and shared it on his circle of friends.

I was a little bit proud.

It was a lively and bustling morning.

Until the afternoon.

The triumphant father and son had to return to the Taoist temple and stared blankly at the infant god Chu Xuan enshrined on the incense table. "You go burn incense!"

"I'm going outside to have a cigarette."

Faced with his father's arrangement, Zhang Tian exclaimed in surprise, because he never remembered that his father had the habit of smoking.

He was about to ask, but his father interrupted him, "Go quickly, don't let the young god get hungry. You must really treat it as a relative in the future..."

"This is what a true messenger of God looks like!"

Zhang Tian was awakened by this.

Last night's live broadcast.

In order to help him clear his name, his father violated the rules of the God's Messenger and made a wish to the young god, so he would no longer be a God's Messenger.

Although you can burn incense secretly.

But if it is discovered.

You will be held accountable by the God Administration and get into big trouble.

Zhang Tian burned incense skillfully.

He didn't make any wishes this time.

Watching the incense stick circling up.

Slowly sinking into the statue.

He even vaguely sensed the upturned corner of Chu Xuan's mouth.

A strange feeling arose in my heart.

"When your grandfather was still alive, I was still young, about eight or nine years old, and I began to accompany your grandfather to worship the gods."

"At that time, your grandfather worshipped the god sincerely and wanted to keep the god here to build a family of divine messengers."

“But it failed in the end.”

"Your grandfather was unhappy, and the god chose to leave and return to the temple."

Zhang Tian listened to what his father said.

His expression was one of extreme surprise.

Because he had never heard of such a thing.

The old man said with great regret, "The messenger of God is the person closest to God. You cannot have any greed in your heart. You must treat him like a relative."

"Sincerity leads to spiritual success!"

"People like me are destined to fail."

"The God's Envoy Family... the God's Envoy Family that has been prosperous for hundreds of years..."

Zhang Tian's heart became heavy.

Because he had guessed what the other person was thinking from his father's mumbling.

no way.

For any messenger of God, there is no greater obsession than establishing a family of messengers of God!

Just like there is no man.

Can you refuse to expand the territory, conquer the Wolf's Lair, open a new page in the family tree, roam the world, and cultivate immortality?

"Dad, I think you are right. Grandpa's last wish does need to be fulfilled."

"But there is something I must say."

"That means we need to raise the threshold for burning incense. We need to ask the pilgrims about their wishes first. If they are suitable, we will allow them to make a wish. If they are not suitable, we will refuse them!"

Dad was stunned.

Let the wisher.

Speak out your wishes.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Almost no one is willing to do so.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed to his son Zhang Tian's request.

After all, he is Zhang Tian’s father first.

Then comes the messenger of God.

Zhang Tian immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could continue chatting with his father, he saw a middle-aged man hurriedly running into the temple and shouting loudly.

"Where is the God of Chu Xuan, where is the God of Chu Xuan?"

"I want to worship God, I want to worship God!"

Pilgrims coming to your door.

Could this be the netizen in yesterday’s live broadcast room?

Zhang Tianxia subconsciously became nervous, feeling that the middle-aged man would make some weird wishes and cause trouble, so he quickly said, "Hello, sir, wishes here must be reviewed and must comply with the principles of health and greenness."

"Alas, my wish is simple."

The middle-aged man touched his head, and Zhang Tian thought he wanted to cure his baldness, but when he opened his mouth, he was so angry that he almost died.

"I'm very rich. My money seems to have the ability to reproduce. I can't spend it all. So I want to make a wish and spend all the money!"

"A thousand-dollar incense stick is not good!"

“Is there one million?”

Zhang Tian: …

Father: ...

Why do I suddenly have the urge to kill someone?
(End of this chapter)