Weird things are rampant: I enthroned gods in another world

The man who was reclining in the ancestral hall of

the Wang Family

and drinking, suddenly stopped drinking, his hazy drunken eyes suddenly cleared, shooting out two essence lights, did not see him make any movements, like a gust of wind blowing, pan and floated out of the ancestral hall, and then the reclining posture instantly changed to a standing state, and seemed to float up to the roof next to the ancestral hall without any strength. Turning his head to look in the direction of Nancheng Gujing, his eyes flashed.

Wang Meng also jumped up at this time, stepped out of the ancestral hall in three or two steps, and tiptoed a little, "Poof..." jumped onto the roof and landed next to the drinking man, "Uncle Master, what's the situation?" The

drinking man put the wine gourd to his mouth, took another sip, and said, "Meng'er, you guard the ancestral hall, I'll go over and take a look!" "

The drinking man Jianghu is known as the "drunkard" Situ Xiong, a famous master in the county, it is said that he can break through King Wu immediately, and he is Wang Meng's personal uncle, and this time he and the other two senior brothers were invited by Wang Meng to deal with three powerful ghosts.

At this time, on the roof of the Wang Family Hall, there were also three people who stopped, it was Wang Lang, the head of the Wang family, and the two old men.

The old man in the green robe said: "Junior Brother Situ has already rushed over, Mo said that the three powerful ghosts, even the three red clothes can be destroyed with only one hand, the Wang family master, let's stay in the Wang family, in case something happens!" The

white-robed old man also bowed his head lightly and said, "Patriarch Wang, relax your heart, with Senior Brother Situ here, nothing is lost!"

"In this way, the Wang family has two seniors!" My royal family has to get rid of this great disaster, thanks to the protection of your predecessors! If the seniors are sent in the future, my royal family will die!" Wang Lang bowed to the two old men and said.

"Haha, the head of the Wang family is polite. Your Wang family is Meng'er's own family, we are all a family, now that something happens to the Wang family, how can we not care! The second elder laughed, very satisfied with Wang Lang's attitude.

On this night, everyone in the Wang family had no one to rest, patrolled the town of the Wang family back and forth several times, found a few wandering spirits, and were casually destroyed, but none of the expected ghosts were found.

In the blink of an eye, the sunrise in the east passed peacefully overnight.

The morning sun fills the ground, and a new day has quietly arrived.

In the Wu family grain store, on the bed in the bedroom in the backyard, the Wu family and his wife slept unusually peacefully.

"Hmm... Oh..." With

a soft groan, Boss Wu opened his eyes, turned his head to look at his wife, and then gently got out of bed, stretched a lazy waist, and felt that today's spirit was particularly good.

I haven't slept so well for many years, and it seems that for as long as I can remember, most people in this world have lived in fear every day, and only when they were children, when they were in their mother's arms, they felt this way.

While thinking about it, Boss Wu suddenly saw that his wife also opened her eyes and sat up.

"Boss, I haven't slept so well for a long time!" Wu's wife said a little incredulously, with a bit of excitement in her tone.

"Well, I feel the same way, I really haven't slept so steadily for a long time!" The two looked at each other, because it was a little hard to believe.

Spirit Sculpture Residence.

Zhang Xuan opened his eyes, stretched his waist, another energetic day, looked at his body, and found that there was another layer of dark dirt on his body.

Came to the yard, continued to scrub my body, and found that my skin seemed to be a little whiter.

"If this continues, sooner or later I will also become a little white face!" Zhang Xuan said darkly.

After washing, Zhang Xuan changed his clothes and stood in the courtyard.

Zhang Xuan decided today to try to see if the martial arts learned in his previous life can be practiced in this world, if he can practice it, then the imagination space can be large, you must know that the martial arts in the previous life are broad and profound, far from being comparable to this world. Although the original owner was just a remote small-town youth with limited understanding of this world, he also roughly felt the thinness of martial arts in this world based on these limited understandings.

Of course, if after the experiment, the martial arts in the previous life cannot be cultivated, it will be a little troublesome, according to the memory of the original owner, in this world, if you want to learn martial arts, it is very difficult, in addition to the qualification requirements, it is still very difficult to worship a teacher, unless you are particularly rich or powerful, anyway, these Zhang Xuan do not occupy.

Carefully recalling the martial arts in his previous life that he still remembered, Zhang Xuan decided to start with Taijiquan first, without him, only familiar with his hands.

In fact, even if Zhang Xuan wanted to practice other martial arts first, he was delusional. In his previous life, although Zhang Xuan had practiced other things besides Tai Chi, but to be honest, most of them gave up after practicing for a day or two. Even if you want to practice those martial arts now, you have to remember them. Zhang Xuan is a little envious of other traversers, why do people cross over, what they learned in their previous lives, as long as they think about it, they can remember it clearly, and the word is good. Some even have systems and grandfathers, good guys, can't continue to think, the more you think about it, the more envious.

Speaking of Tai Chi, Zhang Xuan studied in the martial arts class of the university, and later after returning home, he also insisted on practicing every day, looking forward to practicing true qi, and later when he returned to his hometown, he was discovered by his grandfather, saying that he practiced a flower rack, and could move his muscles and bones at most, and then taught him a new set of Tai Chi.

According to his grandfather, he was taught the taijiquan of Taijiquan personally handed down by the ancestor of Santoyo. This set of Taijiquan is divided into 36 styles, which secretly match the number of heavenly gangs, and it is said that when practiced to the extreme, it can transcend the saint. At that time, Zhang Xuan was excited, and then insisted on practicing every day, until before the crossing, he had been practicing for seven or eight years, that is, his physical fitness was okay, he really rarely got sick, and the others really didn't have any special feelings. Zhang Xuan felt that even doing "Times Are Calling" twice a day should achieve the same effect.

I haven't paid attention to practice in the past two days, and today I just started practicing again.

Just do it when you think of it, Zhang Xuan stands in the starting style of Tai Chi, spreads his feet, raises his hands to his chest, is shoulder level, palms face each other, holds yin and yang, and then starts practicing one move at a time.

At the beginning, it was still a little jerky, and after a few walks, it became more and more proficient in the back. When the first pass was finished, the second pass began unconsciously, at this time Zhang Xuan suddenly felt that a warm current appeared in the position of the dantian in his lower abdomen, slowly flowing out of the dantian, one up, one down, walking through the eight veins, and gradually walking throughout the body with the movement.

Then, Zhang Xuan entered a state of forgetting both material and self, a state that he had never had in countless tai chi practices in his previous life.

Zhang Xuan himself did not find that with his movements, the leaves, dust, etc. on the ground were slowly moving, and even the leaves would slowly float up and fly with his movements.

I don't know how long it took, as the last form of Taijiquan was put away, Zhang Xuan stopped moving, felt it carefully, and found that there was still warm currents gushing out of the dantian, constantly swimming around the body.

Zhang Xuan looked up at the sun and found that it was probably about eight o'clock in the morning, and this time he felt that his stomach began to "grush", only to find that he hadn't taken care of breakfast, so he hurried to make breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhang Xuan continued to make statues, first carving two pairs of land god statues, and then pinching five pairs of clay statues of land gods.

At this time, the sun had come to the center, about noon, today had finished making seven pairs of gods, basically enough, Zhang Xuan cleaned his hands and came to the kitchen to make lunch.

In fact, it is very simple, add water, add rice, and boil porridge directly, Zhang Xuan appropriately added a few vegetable leaves as a garnish.

After lunch, customers began to come to the door one after another.

As soon as Zhang Xuan cleaned the dishes and chopsticks and left the kitchen, he heard someone shouting, "Is the boss there?"

"In!" Zhang Xuan heard the voice and came to the counter, and saw an old man standing in front of him, about fifty years old, with gray hair, fluffy and messy hair and beard, dark and rough skin on his face, wearing a linen single robe, straw shoes on his feet, and the soles of his shoes had been severely worn.

"Distinguished guest, what would you like to please?"

"Boss, I want to ask for a clay statue of the god, do you have a slightly cheaper price here?" The old man seemed very nervous.

Zhang Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Distinguished guest, I have just made a batch of new clay statues, and the drying time is not enough, if you are not in a hurry, I can give it to you cheaply; Go back and bask in the sun for another two hours before sending it to the ancestral hall for worship!

"Thank you, boss! We don't have an ancestral hall there, so we don't have to worship! The old man looked gloomy.

Zhang Xuan immediately understood that this was from the surrounding satellite villages.

What he said that there is no ancestral hall is actually not really no ancestral hall, but that there is no ancestral spirit, and without the ancestral ancestral hall, there is no difference between having it and not.

There are still some satellite villages around Wangjia Town, these villages are large and small, the smallest may only have a dozen households, the largest can have about a hundred, and then the largest can build a town.

There is a saying in this world that a hundred people are villages, a thousand people become a town, and ten thousand people are counties. Of course, this is a rough statement, for reference only, and may not be 100% accurate.

Zhang Xuan chatted with the old man for a while, and learned that the old man's surname was Liu, and he had no name, and his family was big, so they all called him Liu Da. There are only a dozen families left in the village, and a single wandering soul in the past can lead to the destruction of the entire village.

Zhang Xuan came to the courtyard, took two land god statues from the stone case that he pinched yesterday, and wrote a couplet of the land god on the spot, handed it to Liu Da together, and carefully explained to Liu Da the placement of the land god statue and the posting method of the couplet.

Liu Da left two copper plates and left with a thousand thanks.

Zhang Xuan looked at the direction the old man left, and also sighed. It's just that this kind of pinched god statue has a very limited effect, and it has not been educated by the incense of the ancestral ancestral hall, and it may only have a little effect on ordinary wandering souls. Inviting gods in this state may have a greater psychological effect!