world free fairy

Chapter 471

The scholar in Tsing Yi made Wang Jin fail in his plan to destroy the Temple of the God of Fortune, and he was not discouraged. He also knew that the temple stands on one side, and it is protected by the gods and generals under the seat of the gods.

Even if there are no magic soldiers and generals, Yin officials and ghost messengers are indispensable. It is too difficult to destroy the temple with an ordinary person.

However, in the blink of an eye, the scholar in Tsing Yi had all sorts of schemes in his mind.

The foundation of the gods is fame!

Only when there is a reputation can people make offerings, and only when there are offerings can there be incense, and only when there is incense can there be divine power.

This time, the scholar in Tsing Yi was thinking all his life, planning to destroy the foundation of Fude Zhengshen.

Unknowingly, it was dusk, and a slight spring cold wind suddenly picked up, wrinkling a pool of spring water.

A round of silver-white jade plates hangs high above the Jiuchong Tianque, sprinkling radiance one after another. The cold radiance illuminates the world, making everything in the world hazy and full of mystery.

The night is dark, the silver moon hangs high, the stars are few and far between, and the cold wind is blowing again. People who walk at night can't help but tighten their jackets, lower their heads, and move forward at a high speed.

The night road is very dangerous, and you have to walk the night road wearing the stars and the moon if you have to.

"The moon is high and the wind is dark, which is a good time."

The scholar in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged on the bed of Yuelai Inn, with a slight smile on his face.

"Look at me using my magical skills to destroy your foundation!"

A cloud of blue light emerged from the whole body, which was a perfectly round Gang Qi. This Gang Qi protected and supported Tsing Yi's body, and immediately a ray of divine light rippled, and Tsing Yi's thoughts came out of his body.

It was a three-inch-tall villain, exactly the same as the scholar in Tsing Yi. This three-inch-tall villain was shrouded in divine light and possessed divine power, which was completely restrained at this moment.

The little man rose against the wind and turned into the size of a normal person. He glanced back at his own body and smiled faintly.

Floating out of the window of the inn, toward the streets of Yanwangzhuang.

The streets are very deserted, everything is silent, there is no one, only the sound of dogs barking is heard from afar, continuously.

"Today, I will control four people to go to the Great Ford Temple to ask God for help."

The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled coldly.

"These four people's requests are different, let's not say, and they all ask for the opposite. Let me see how you will do it?"

"If you can't satisfy the believers' prayers, and the believers' thoughts are not clear, who will believe in you?"

A ray of spirit floated into the home of an old farmer and possessed him.

As if unconscious, the old farmer put on his clothes and was about to go out.

The wife who was sleeping next to him was awakened by him, leaned half sideways, and asked, "It's dark now, you don't have a good rest and sleep, it's late at night, what are you doing?"

The old farmer said, "I have something on my mind. I'm going to burn a stick of incense in the Great Ford Temple, worship God, and ask the Great God to bless us."

The peasant woman said, "Then you have to be sincere. The God of Fortune is located in our Yanwang Manor, protecting the people of Yanwang, so you can't neglect it."

The old farmer said, "I know, you should sleep well, I will come back after burning a stick of incense."

Get dressed.

Pushing open the door and going out, the night wind blows, the body shivering, a little cold.

Arrived at the Fuzheng Temple.

The temple was still brightly lit. In front of the temple gate, a wishing tree was planted. On the wishing tree, there were paper slips, each with a wish written on it.

"Old Wang, it's late at night, why did you come to the temple?"

The temple Zhu Wang Datong of Fudezheng Temple has already cleaned up the sanitation in the temple at this time. The whole temple is very clean, and many places have been lightly sprayed with clean water.

The old farmer smiled foolishly, and saluted Wang Datong, "I have seen the envoy!"

Wang Datong is a small god in the world, the Yellow Turban Lishi, and also the priest of the Great Fortune Temple. People in the village regard Wang Datong as the messenger of the Great Fortune God.

It is believed that Wang Datong can directly communicate with the gods of fortune and convey the wishes of the people to the hearts of the gods.

"I have something in my heart. I came here to offer incense tonight, and pray for God's blessing."

"In the middle of the night, there are many disturbances, and I ask the gods to forgive me."

With a correct attitude and a respectful expression, the old farmer took the joss stick, went to the real body of the Great God of Fortune, knelt down on a futon on the ground, and prayed silently in his heart.

"Blessed God, the villain Wang Dalu worships the god and asks the god to protect me. I will be drying things tomorrow. The things I will be drying are related to the livelihood of my family. Please don't rain. If it doesn't rain, I will definitely give you a big pig's head afterwards to enshrine your old man."

After lighting the incense and kowtowing, the old farmer felt at ease, bid farewell to Wang Datong, and left with a smile on his face.

As soon as he arrived on the street, he saw a few strands of incense and divine power floating from the old farmer's head. The divine power was condensed and turned into a scholar in Tsing Yi, and he smiled slightly at the old farmer.

"This is the first one, there are three more!"

"Fude Zhengshen, I must let you know that it is not an easy task to become a god and receive incense from the world."

Without the possession of a scholar in Tsing Yi, the old farmer walking on the street, when the wind blows, his whole body is shaken, he wakes up, his eyes are a little confused.

"In the middle of the night, why am I alone on the street?"

Looking around, the night is dark, and I feel a little scared in my heart.

"What the hell!"

He ran away as fast as he could, without knowing that he had been to the Fuzheng Temple, worshiped the gods, and burned incense.

Leaving this old farmer, a scholar in Tsing Yi, went to another person's home.

It is also attached to the body.

This man, also an old farmer, whose mind was controlled by the scholar in Tsing Yi, walked out of the house and came to the Fuzheng Temple, which puzzled Wang Datong who was about to rest.

"Today, what's the matter, everyone came to burn incense and worship God in the middle of the night?"

But no matter what, the visitors were all believers of the Great God of Fortune, so Wang Datong naturally didn't dare to neglect and greeted them.

"Uncle Wang, the moon is already in the sky, why did you come to the Dojo of the Great God?"

Uncle Wang smiled innocently, "I have something on my mind, if I don't come to worship God and burn incense, I won't sleep well."

He took a stick of incense, went to the golden statue of the Great God of Ford, knelt down on the futon, held a long incense in his hand, kowtowed continuously, and begged, "The Great God is above, the villain kowtowed to the Great God. Tomorrow, I will I plan to plant something and need some rainwater, so I ask the great god to use his magical powers to call the wind and rain, so that the rain will fall from the sky, and bless the things I plant to get enough rainwater."

"If there is enough rain and I have a good harvest, I will definitely be rewarded."

After kowtowing, the old man left contentedly, as if he had sustenance in his heart.

Wang Datou felt very strange in his heart, "Some people pray for a sunny day, while others pray for a rainy day. There is a great god with great powers, so it's not easy to deal with this matter."

In March of Yangchun, everything grows.

After the old man left, he went to the street, and a few strands of incense and divine power flew out from above his head, turning into the appearance of a scholar in green clothes. .

Fear in my heart!

The old man is old, knows many supernatural things, knows that the world is vast, and there are indeed fairies and ghosts.

"Could it be that the god was joking with the little old man?"

Thinking of it this way, my heart became colder, and I was so frightened that I kowtowed in all directions in the street.

"The gods of the past, everything is empty, please forgive the little old man, the little old man never fights with others all his life, keeps his own place, lives a normal life, and has never done anything wrong."

As he spoke, he pulled out a wooden carving from his neck. This wooden carving had received a little incense, and it was the wooden carving Dharma Body of the God of Fuddishness.

After these wooden dharma bodies are worshiped with a certain amount of incense, they will have a faint connection with the golden body dharma of the Fuddok God in the Fudezheng Temple, which can alarm Yang Chen's thoughts attached to them.

After taking out the wood carving method of the God of Fortune, the old man held it in both hands, looking around vigilantly, hoping for the blessing of the God of Fortune.

The scholar in Tsing Yi sneered in his heart when he saw the wooden dharma body.

"But to let you know that in Weicheng, only the Nine Great Kings are the heads of the gods. How many supernatural powers can this wild god of blessings have to protect your peace?"

As a divine general under the Nine Great Thrones, Tsing Yi Xiucai is very familiar with the woodcarved Dharma bodies, because the Nine Kings have many woodcarved Dharma bodies circulating among the people.

Many folks enshrine the wooden carvings of the Nine Kings.

This kind of dharma body is not very supernatural. Once a believer is attacked by a demon, it will indeed emit a faint divine power. This divine power can protect the believer and also alarm the gods.

However, when the divine power is shallow and the piety is insufficient, it is difficult to alarm the gods. After all, the gods are very busy and have many believers, so it is impossible for a small incident to appear.

After all, every thought of a god has a clone. If the realm of the god is not high, the clone is also limited.

The scholar in Tsing Yi was not happy when he saw that the old man was carrying the wooden dharma body of the God of Fortune.

With a sway of divine power, there was a gust of cold wind on the spot.

The cold wind was blowing towards the old man, and the cold entered his body, making his teeth chatter, and his legs trembling.

"God bless you!"

"God bless you!"

The old man held the wood-carved Dharma body of the God of Fortune, and asked for help with all his heart.

There was a faint ray of light blooming on the wooden carving dharma body, and then there was a snap, the wooden carving dharma body was torn apart and lost its function. The old man's eyes went dark and he fainted from fright.

"What a coward!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi sneered.

Fly away.

"It's time for the third person!"

This third person is different from the first two people. He is a businessman who travels all over the world, buying high and selling low to earn the difference. money man.

The scholar in Tsing Yi possessed his body, and the businessman put on his clothes, walked out, and came straight to the Fuzheng Temple.

From a distance, you can see that the Fudezheng Temple is brightly lit, like daytime.

"Wang Laocai, why are you here?"

Wang Datong scratched his head, but couldn't think of the reason. In the past, no one came to burn incense and worship God at night. Today, one after another, as if discussing a good deal, they all came to burn incense and worship God at night. ?

"eccentric?"

"It's weird inside!"

The indescribable weirdness of the incident made Wang Datong feel uneasy, and he was very energetic, ready to deal with accidents at any time.

Wang Laocai said, "Tomorrow, I'm going to do some small business in Tianhua Mansion, so come here and ask God to protect me."

After finishing speaking, he took the incense, went to the golden body of the God of Fudezheng, and kowtowed respectfully towards the futon on the ground, holding a long incense in his hand.

"I'm a cargo merchant, and I'm going to Tianhua Mansion tomorrow, but it's a long way. If I go too late, my whole shipment of goods may be destroyed in my hands. I also ask God of Fortune to bless you a lot. Come tomorrow." There is a strong wind, let my boat take advantage of the wind to reach the destination in one day."

The Xiangyang River in Tianhua Mansion is the largest river in Tianhua Mansion, and it is connected to all the county governments below Tianhua Mansion. Many businessmen like to take the water route from Xiangyang River to Tianhua Mansion.

Wang Laocai worshiped the gods, burned the incense, and left without saying a word.

Wang Datong felt that there would be people coming, so he simply sat cross-legged in the main hall of the Fudezheng Temple, silently practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

Sure enough, not long after, another person came, also from the nearby village.

After arriving at the temple, Wang Datong handed over the incense directly without asking any further questions.

When the man arrived at the golden body of the Fuzheng Temple, he took his head and bowed. While worshiping the gods, he murmured, "The indigo green I planted is about to ripen these days. Don't let the wind blow. Otherwise, I will blow off a tree." Tanluzi, all these months of hard work have been in vain."

When Wang Datong heard this, his head grew dizzy.

"Weird, absolutely weird!"

After this person left.

Wang Datong thought silently, compared to usual, today is definitely a lot weirder.

"Someone must be deliberately targeting the Fuzheng Temple."

Wang Datong thought of this.

During the day, Wang Jin smashed the temple, and tonight, everyone worshiped the gods and burned incense, and what they asked for was strange.

Some ask for sunny days, some ask for rain, some ask for wind, some ask for no wind, the things they ask for are all opposite, even gods will go crazy.

"Intentionally, it must be intentional!"

Wang Datong really couldn't sit still, he couldn't practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu in meditation.

If you practice magic skills under impatience, it is easy to lead to madness.

"Conspiracy, there must be a temple conspiracy that I don't know about."

Wang Datong felt that there was a big hand controlling everything behind his back, turning the clouds and the rain upside down.

This mysterious big hand is an enemy rather than a friend, and it is preparing to bring down the temple of Fuzheng.

"It's not good to be hard, but to be soft!"

"A soft knife kills people without seeing blood. This is to destroy the foundation of the great god. It is simply too vicious."

Wang Datong saw through the conspiracy, but he couldn't stop it.

When believers burn incense and worship God, they must ask for something.

He cannot stop the prayers of the believers.

But he didn't know that facing such completely different prayers, even if the God of Fortune had great powers and infinite mana, it would be difficult to deal with them.

Is it sunny?Is it still raining?
Is it windy?Still no wind?
All in all, all in all, if one is satisfied, the other must not be satisfied.

Confusing.

(End of this chapter)