The Recovery Of Terror: Signing In From Being A City God

Chapter 130 The Gods And Buddhas Are Angry, An Yuyuan's Unimaginable Anger (Subscribe)

"Zuo Bing, take the good book back, and leave it to you to take care of it, and let me know if there is any news.

An Yuyuan's voice sounded, and with a smile, he handed the book to Zuo Bing.

Zuo Bing saluted.

He respectfully took the benevolent book and answered yes seriously.

"My lord, I won't disturb your rest." He chose to leave and left with the good book.

An Yuyuan watched Zuo Bing leave.

Then he turned his gaze to the side, and the ghost baby woke up. After it came back, it lay down on the table and slept soundly. The sound of Zuo Bing coming in woke it up.

Feeling An Yuyuan's gaze, Guiying raised his head and blinked his eyes.

"The old gentleman is gone." An Yuyuan said such a sentence to the ghost baby, telling it about this matter, regardless of whether Xi'er would understand it or not, but simply told Xi'er that it had a little contact with it. The old man left.

The next moment, An Yuyuan stood up.

He was going to put the books he had read back on the shelf and enter the bedroom.

"Anu, I watched a few operas last night, and they were very good." An Yuyuan put away the books, came to the bedside and looked at his wife who was sleeping peacefully, and tidied it up gently because of the breeze blowing outside the window.

Blown front hair.

Then he narrated to her what he had seen last night.

Said behind.

An Yuyuan thought of his favorite scene of Farewell My Concubine, he hummed the opera for Anu, and couldn't help raising his hand while humming, and waved it lightly.

"...Today's defeat is due to being restless!"

Among them, there are opera accents.

An Yuyuan once proudly said that he is omnipotent and understands everything, but cooking is his weakness. The omnipotence here is not because he speaks arrogantly, but it is true. He knows many things. In the past, entertainment, the most It's just for self-entertainment, and what he likes most is studying. He also has a little involvement in this opera.

in the room.

An Yuyuan's figure in an ancient robe lightly raised his hand, acting as a performer, and he was singing Farewell My Concubine.

Outside the window, the gray sky gradually brightened, and a ray of morning light shone, hitting the city, Mulou Village, and the Yin Division in the Temple of the City God.

In the scene of sunrise, the sun rises from the east side of the mountain. In the courtyard "707", a figure sings softly in the house. There is a Yiren wife sleeping on the bed. He is singing for his wife and singing for her alone. Although the picture is in modern times, it does not belong to this era. Although the two are from the past, the picture does not belong to the past.

Time passed by.

An Yuyuan sang a few short passages, and he stopped.

"Anu, what do you think of my singing?" Looking at the sleeping beauty on the bed, An Yuyuan asked gently.

After asking.

He looked towards the door.

At the door, the ghost baby was watching him, it followed An Yuyuan, and after seeing An Yuyuan singing, it stood quietly and listened.

"Xi'er, how do I sing?" An Yuyuan smiled and asked the same thing.

Without letting Xi'er answer, he shook his head slightly, "Compared to Ji Renyi, it's much worse, I'd better be more modest."

"Anu, I won't show my ugliness anymore." An Yuyuan chuckled to himself, he looked at Anu with tenderness in his eyes, "When you wake up, I will take you out for a walk in the future, see more, you know , take you to listen to more operas, there are many operas, you will definitely like them.”

[Ding, help Ji Renyi, trigger a special check-in, check in or not. 】

The familiar system sound sounded.

Hearing this, An Yuyuan tidied Anu's hair, doing what she does every day to tidy her clothes, and got up after finishing.

He walked out of the house, ready to go to the temple.

Its daybreak.

An Yuyuan didn't mean to rest, he was an incense ghost, so he didn't need to rest.

"Sign in." As he walked, he said a familiar word in his heart.

[Ding, get: Chenghuang pen. 】

[Ding, get: City God Mo. 】

"Two Chenghuang set items?" An Yuyuan was surprised, with a look of joy on his face because of this reward.

These two items are a package.

They are not used for killing, but more for dealing with the affairs of the underworld, for example: just now you can use this pen and ink to write in the good book.

After reading the introduction, An Yuyuan understands the role of these two things, "A magic weapon that assists, but it also has an attacking effect, but the effect is not as good as the magic weapon for main killing."

next moment.

An Yuyuan dipped a pen, wrote a word of fire on the paper, and exhibited it.

In an instant, the paper turned into a blazing flame, and the temperature was so terrifying that the temperature around it increased.

"It can reduce mana consumption." An Yuyuan waved his hand to extinguish the flame, looked down at Chenghuang's pen and ink, "It can also achieve part of the meaning of 'speaking the law', but this is 'paper

There is no way to follow.

silent.

An Yuyuan's eyes had a dark yellow light.

Lift the pen, use the void as paper, draw a circle, and write the two ministers.

boom!

In the pen, there is a strong radiance of merit and virtue, which is as vast as Wang Yang, and the dark yellow radiance illuminates the courtyard.

It has no facial features, its body is cold and pale, its aura is strong, and it has an entry-level level, reaching the peak of the ghost general realm.

Faced with such a situation.

An Yuyuan didn't have a happy expression, but frowned.

"The merits consumed are not directly proportional to the benefits." He looked at the faceless ghost standing quietly in front of him.

Then he pondered the reason for this situation.

Obviously, the Chenghuang brush and ink are auxiliary magic weapons, creating flames does not consume much mana and merit, but creating merit without a face will consume such merit.

soon.

An Yuyuan understands why, "Yin is not a dead thing, it is the spirit of all things, humanity, and wisdom..."

What seems to be the ghost general's peak, actually consumes not only the merits of this cultivation level, but also wisdom, human nature, and the mana merits that dead and living things need to consume are completely different.

After thinking it over, An Yuyuan suddenly understood.

"I see, it seems like it's not good to use Chenghuang pens and inks to create evils, but..." He looked at the pens and inks in his hands, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It is easy to make Yin weapons, and they are used in things that have nothing to do with spirituality. In matters, we get twice the result with half the effort.”

[Sign in, get: 50 errands. 】

[Sign in, get: Nether Grain Seeds. 】

At this moment, the system sound sounded again, which was a big gasp.

"There's more?" An Yuyuan paused to close the pen, with a surprised expression on his face. After a while, the reward was still there.

"Infernal Grain Seeds."

The name of this reward item attracted An Yuyuan's attention, is this a crop from the underworld?

After checking it out, as he guessed, this is really a crop from the Yin Division, which can only be grown in the Yin Division, "and eating mature crops in the Yin Division can also be promoted to the realm.

for a moment.

An Yuyuan had a smile on his face.

He didn't go to the temple, but walked towards the main hall of the Yin Yang Division, and wanted to hand over the seed to Zuo Jia and the others.

temple.

An Yuyuan's figure appeared quietly, with a smile on his face.

He was very happy to get the grain seeds of the Yin Division, and he had already told Zuo Bing and the others to be in charge of the arrangements.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions.

He walked briskly, and walked towards the small corner of the temple gate where the temple fair personnel were doing business.

During the period of National Day, Lao Li spent most of his time with his daughter. After bringing his grandson to visit the Town God's Temple two days ago, he went back to his daughter's side again.

Originally, he should have stayed a few more days and would not come back until the end of the National Day, but today he came back early. Seeing this scene, An Yuyuan walked over with a smile

I want to know why Lao Li came back early, because there is nothing to do now, and there are very few pilgrims in the early morning.

"Oh, old Li, don't worry about it, why don't you spend more time with your grandson?"

Sun Hai didn't know how to persuade Lao Li, so he smiled wryly.

They are discussing something.

After a few words of discussion, Lao Li walked in from the gate of the temple and made suggestions to help with this matter.

This made Sun Hai helpless, "Who told Lao Li about Boss Ji and Boss Hong.

He said and looked at the other people in the temple fair.

"It's me." Quan Xiaodou slowly raised his hand, and said embarrassedly, "Yesterday, I was talking to Grandpa Li on WeChat, and I accidentally slipped my tongue."

Quan Xiaodou was apologetic.

He didn't do it on purpose. He came back from his hometown yesterday. He didn't want to come back. After all, it's not good to spend more time with his family on National Day, but Dad insisted that he didn't need to stay at home for three or four days. Hurry up and go to the Temple of the City God side help.

Ever since the overnight fruit grove was full of fruits, my father called him every three days to ask him about the Town God's Temple, such as whether to add sesame oil, and if there is any need for help. People are in Zhoutong City, but their heart is in Mulou Village. This makes Quan Xiaodou very helpless, but he also understands the reason why his father Quan Farmland is like this.

Now, as long as they are fruit farmers in their town, they all believe in the city god, and they have all agreed on certain dates. On important days, they have to come together to worship, and they have formed a 'custom' habit.

And after he came back yesterday, Grandpa Li knew he was back and made a phone call. During the chat, Quan Xiaodou accidentally slipped his mouth, and the current situation happened.

"It's not your fault, Xiaodou." Lao Li looked at Sun Hai, "Boss Ji and Boss Hong are a few big pilgrims in our temple who add sesame oil. Now they want to start construction and worship the city god. Such a big thing, how can we not Inform me, in case you didn’t think of it in that place, I thought of it, I know the etiquette better than you.”

Lao Li is very familiar with etiquette such as worshiping the city god and offering sacrifices to ancestors. In temple fairs, he is definitely said to be second, and no one dares to say first.

This time Boss Ji and the others have a big real estate project ready to start.

Just before starting construction, they planned to worship God and pray for blessings.

Such things have been rare since ancient times.

In the past, when the store opened, people would place tributes, pray for blessings, and pray for a successful opening, so that the future business will increase steadily. This kind of situation existed in ancient times, and it also exists in modern times, but it has become simpler, such as cutting the ribbon, or setting off firecrackers.

In fact, it's not just the opening.

When getting something new, or opening something new, people will do similar activities.

In the past, people would worship gods and ancestors after buying a cow, but now, after buying a new car, people will set up a table, place tributes, worship gods and pray for blessings. Such things are decreasing with the passage of time. But there are still such customs and habits in many places in the south and some places in the north.

Boss Ji and the others have a big project this time, and they want to hold a big worship event to look forward to the blessing of the City God. They don't want the project to explode, but they want it to go smoothly and safely.

"That's what you said."

Sun Hai's face darkened, this old Li was too embarrassing, but he didn't know how to refute.

"We don't understand you, but we won't miss the boss and the others. We are still discussing how to proceed.

"I know, that's why I'm here." Lao Li smiled, "I'm already back anyway, and it's useless to go back again. Let me also conspire. After discussing it, it won't be too late for me to go back to accompany my grandson."

Sun Hai was helpless.

He can't beat Lao Li anymore.0

"Do you have any ideas?"

Lao Li nodded, and he looked at everyone, "The construction site is not with us, it is also some distance away from us, but they want to pray to the City God, so naturally they have to be serious.

Bye, I mean let them come and invite City God's avatar to go over, and then go to the construction site to worship, to have a table......"

He said a lot of things.

How to set up the table, how big the table is, what to prepare for worshiping the gods, such as pineapple, which means prosperity, and dried persimmons...

After he said this, Lao Li was stunned for more than ten minutes, and no one else had a chance to speak.

...That's what I think of. As for other deficiencies, you can add what you think of. "Old Li said that he was thirsty, and took a sip of the water on the table.

Sun Hai smacked his mouth, and after a second or two he spoke, "I didn't think of any shortcomings, you said everything I wanted to say.

Wherever he said, others echoed.

"Old Li, did you think about it on the way here? Or did you start thinking about it last night? An old man at a temple fair doesn't know how to speak.

"You know more about etiquette than me. Sun Hai smiled wryly. He admits that he is not as good as Lao Li in etiquette. Otherwise, the last time Sister Tian Hua's grandson Pang Xiang said that he would fulfill his wish to Lord Chenghuang, he wouldn't."

Let Lao Li go to help.

When Lao Li heard this, his old face was full of complacency.

"Then let's do this. You can talk to Boss Ji later about the etiquette we discussed. There are still a few days before what Boss Ji said. Think about it in the past few days and make up for it."

he smiled.

Then he looked at the old man from the temple fair who had just spoken, "I heard from Xiaodou that you went to the theater yesterday? Was it good?"

"I don't know much about dramas. It looked good. It's been many years since the last time I watched it. I don't know if it's good or not, but there are really many people."

"Yes, there are really many."

"Then did I miss the show? I wanted to come back yesterday, but my daughter wouldn't let me come back, it was too late."

The people at the temple fair started chatting after discussing things.

An Yuyuan stood aside and listened quietly. He liked to hear these people gossip about the neighbors, or social anecdotes, kind of like listening to TV news in the past.

"Interesting, unexpectedly..." Hearing an interesting anecdote, An Yuyuan couldn't help secretly praising.

It's just that his words didn't speak, and his happy smile froze.

The next moment.

The aura on his body boiled, and there were dark yellow flames in his eyes.

bang!!

"Ah!" The hearts of the people in the temple trembled, and they suddenly looked up at the sky, and were startled by a purple thunderstorm intertwined in the sky.

this moment.

Not only the people in the temple are like this, but also in the courtyard and the streets outside the temple... Many people in Mulou Village, East District, West District, and the entire Cang City heard this terrifying and deafening sound

thunder.

"Scare me."

Quan Xiaodou patted his chest, frightened by the sudden thunder.

Suddenly, he felt the cold autumn wind blowing, and he couldn't help shivering.

Horse?" Quan Xiaodou was puzzled.

"This is the gods and Buddhas who are angry."

After his words fell, an old voice sounded.

Hearing this, Quan Xiaodou looked at Sun Hai, "Grandpa Sun, what did you say that gods and Buddhas are angry?"

Sun Hai looked at the sky.

Everyone else looked at 2.4 Sun Hai curiously. He is not as good as Lao Li in etiquette, but in metaphysics, he is the number one, and he understands some customs and taboos very well.

"Thunder, that's a sign of rain, but it's not absolute." Sun Hai looked back at the crowd, and said with a smile, "The father of thunder and the mother of lightning spread clouds and rain, and there will be thunder and lightning, but if

The dry sky thunder is not them, it is very likely that the gods are angry, roaring to frighten the mortal world, warning, and also implying the occurrence of major events.

After speaking.

Sun Hai saw that everyone was stunned by what he said, shook his head and chuckled, "Of course, these are all previous statements, and they may not be true. We have also seen Han Tianlei, and there is nothing wrong with it, isn't it?

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He glanced at the sky.

"I was just taken aback by the loud thunder, so I thought about it, but the thunder is so loud that even the small half of the Eastern District can hear it, right?"

Others made noises after hearing it, saying that the thunder was really loud.

They continue to chat.

Occasionally, they looked up at the sky and chatted about thunder, but after chatting for a while, they felt something was wrong.

clear sky.

The clouds gradually increased, and traces of purple thunder could be vaguely seen.

The temperature has changed, the wind has become colder, and there is a dull depression spreading quietly... This feeling is like the gods and Buddhas that Sun Hai (Grandpa Sun) said are angry.

"What kind of weather is this?" Someone from the temple association said such a sentence, his face stunned.

now.

They didn't know that a figure who used to listen to their chat quietly in the temple had disappeared.

in a distant place.

Over the sky above the Eastern District, that figure was running rampant at a terrifying speed. The ancient clothes on his body were moving, and his long black hair was raised due to extreme travel.

The usual gentleness and Confucianism on An Yuyuan's face disappeared.

It was replaced by anger.

And the reason he's so angry is because...

Something wrong was killed!

"Anyone deserves to die." The deep voice swayed, and in an instant, thunder rumbled endlessly in the jurisdiction, and unimaginable power gushed out...